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| Mikey Craze vs The Quintastic One; NA title match; Brawl for All | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Sep 8 2006, 12:22 PM (599 Views) | |
| ~Quint Mcain~ | Sep 8 2006, 12:22 PM Post #1 |
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The Quintastic One has just entered the building, looking around at the rabid PCW fans here in California, Quint feels exhilirated off of his win at Jail Break. But the true test was yet to come, This time, Quint would be facing the champ one on one, no triple threat, fatal 4 way, other people holding him back, Quint had to get himself focused for the up coming fued, with none other than his friend, or is he his former friend? Mikey Craze. But before Quint can even drop his duffle bags, theres Jimmy Jeff Wright again, looking eager as usual to get into Quints face with the microphone. "Jimmy" Jeff Wright: Why hello there Quinty! Anyway, you just came off a huge win at our anniversary show at Jail Break, tell us what are your plans for Beatdown? The Quintastic One shrugs his shoulders and lets his bag fall. He takes a sip from his special brew of mocha java java mocha vanilla french hazel nut quadruple shot frescante, and looks intently at Jimmy. The Quintastic One: *sigh* Yeah, i came off a win at Jailbreak. Finally, hopefully, proving to Hawk that as long as i'm around, he's better off going for the Extreme title because my search will never end for the North American Championship. From which i will be getting a shot at when we come not only to my anniversary show, the pay per view i started in in PCW, Beatdown, but also, were gonna be in my home town, at the Arco Arena at Sacramento California baby! Jimmy: So Quint, speaking of Beatdown, you will be facing fellow Quint Clique member Mikey "Godzilla" Craze, what are your thoughts on that? The Quintastic One: Well Jimmy, to be honest, i dont even really know if Mikey is still in the Quint Clique. I mean, the last time we talked, he chewed me out saying the North American Title scene wasnt any of my business. When in reality, i personify that Title. You might as well Fuse that title into my rib cage because once i snatch it away from Mikey Craze, and pull off the ultimate upset, one more time! Then i will never let go of that title. Jimmy: So what of the Quint Clique? We havent heard from Tygon since you lost the tag titles to H2O and Spade Razo. It sounds like your the only one left, not much of a faction now is it? The Quintastic One: You know Jimmy, you are right in one sense. The Quint Clique has failed horribly as a faction. Not only that, we have failed horribly as a team. Mikey Craze has done well, but he didnt need us in the 1st place. Twister was sacrificed to Ayster, Hawk left us out of jealousy cause i beat the snot out of him at Wrestlefest. And Tygon is off rethinking his strategy and developing some new gimmick or what not. When will he be back? Hells i know. All i know, is that the essence of Quint Clique is not dead. Its still right here, in California, with these fans. As long as i'm still walking, still fighting, still entertaining, these fans wont forget the meaning of The Quint Clique. And thats not just the truth, thats totally, unequivacolly, undeniably, unstoppably, unbelievably, Just....Quintastic! |
![]() ![]() Second sigs credit goes to my Bro Possum Person <select name="Quint Mcain" style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt; background-color: black; font-weight: bold; color: purple"> <option>Quint Mcain</option> <option>Stats:</option> <option>Height: 511"</option> <option>Weight: 164lbs</option> <option>Finisher: Canned Quint in a bottle X2, Perfecto</option> <option>Stable: Former Quint Clique</option> <option>Matches:</option> <option>Win: a bunch</option> <option>Lose: a bunch</option> | |
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| ~Godzilla~ | Sep 9 2006, 09:22 PM Post #2 |
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( Scene opens in front of a local hospital in Sacremento, California. The doors of the hospital opens and a man with what appears to be a cane begins to make his way out of the hospital. As he heads towards the camera he moves slowly with a limp. The figure gets closer it is clear that this man is none other than the remaining North American Champion, Mikey "Godzilla" Craze. Mikey is only a few feet away from the camera when he suddenly loses his grip on the cane. But magically the cane remains standing and doesn't fall over. Craze realizes he doesn't have his cane and begins to lose his balance. Before he hits the ground he manages to do a front roll and lands on his feet right in front of the camera. Godzilla face is bruised with minor cuts but his head is heavily bandaged. Mikey Craze still has a smile on his face. He brushes himself off a little. Mikey brushes his hair too. He looks like he is finally ready to address his waiting public. ) Mikey: At Jailbreak 2006 I pushed my body to its limit and more. At Jailbreak 2006 I was put through multiple tables, fell of 15 foot ladders, smashed over and over again in the head with a steel chair. It went to far that I was even slammed through a ladder covered in barbwire. Losing almost more than a pint of blood. I have ten stitches in my head, multiple broken ribs, and lacerations across my back. Yet I stand here still as you the people's not PCW's but your North American Championship. In doing so a man was forced to end his career too soon. That man being, Justin Blast. Me and Justin didn't start out as the best of friends. Hell, the first time I set foot in the ring with him he blasted me in the face with a fire extinguisher and hit me with a Blast Connection. He was the biggest rival I ever had. Over the months me and Justin's hatred for one another turned into a deep respect. With that I personally give my farewell to the "Shining Kid" Justin Blast. Because of that I can't let this North American Championship end up back into the hands in the dark side of PCW. ( Mikey "Godzilla" Craze pauses for a moment before speaking again. ) Mikey: This brings me to you, Quintastic One. Me and you go way back, Quint. You were the man to bring me into PCW. You were even the first person I ever defeated on PCW's Friday Night Fights. You were even in that very ring when I was handed my first loss in PCW. So you've been there for my ups and my downs. We've been partners and opponents. Now the stakes couldn't be higher. Me and you. One on one. For the North American Championship. Almost like when Obi Wan Kenobi faced off Anakin Skywalker. It's going to be mentor against student. Unfortunetly for you, Quintastic, I can't let you take this North American Championship from me. This North American Championship is almost like my own personal Green Lantern ring. Helping me vanquish all that is evil here in PCW. You know damn well Quint that to take away a Green Lantern's ring you got to pry from their cold, dead hands. Quintastic I hope you have guts to kill one of your best friends. Because that's the only way your getting this championship from me. Mikey Craze Out! ( Mikey "Godzilla" Craze turns around walking back to his still standing cane. He picks up spinning it around in the air whistling as the camera follows him to the street. Where what appears to be the A-Team van pulls up. Craze jumps in the passenger and the van pulls out. Scene fades to black. ) |
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| ~Quint Mcain~ | Sep 12 2006, 02:44 PM Post #3 |
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The Quintastic One is sitting in his locker room, the Quint Clique locker room more likely, Twister gone, Tygon dissapeared, and Mikey riding the band wagon of success as the Champ. He is sipping a can of PCW Cola and looks at the cameraman in the room with him. Quint: Well Mikey, i cant agree with you more on more points that what you just made. You went through hell and back at Jailbreak. You ended Justins career, retained the championship, not just for PCW but for the People. And yes, i probably will have to damn near kill one of my best friends to gain the gold. But i look at you Godzilla, and i'm going to share something with you, that i have been holding in. Quint pauses for a moment and finishes his Cola, and discards it into an iron wastebasket. Quint: I'm jealous of you Mikey. And its not just because you beat me on your Friday Night Debut. Not even because your the North American Champ. Its because at Jailbreak, you lived my dream. Unintentionally of course, you stole my PCW dream. I had a dream of one day fighting The Shining Kid in a ladder match to create the biggest match in PCW history. But not only did you fight Justin Blast, Shining Kids alter ego, you put it up one step better making it for the North American Championship, and if that wasnt enough, you took it another step further by instead of a ladder match, you made it a TLC match. And frankly, i cant help but envy you to the point of jealousy. So Mikey Craze, at Beatdown, your coming to my town. Your coming to my anniversary show. And i am going to release my jealousy, i'm going to unleash my inner turmoil. No i'm not going to do another character change, i'm just going to face you one on one, in a normal style match as it would seem, and beleive it or not, i'm going to be the one to bring it up one more level from Jailbreak. At Beatdown, i'm going to make your TLC match look like a bra and panties match. And that is just....Quintastic! |
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| ~Godzilla~ | Sep 12 2006, 04:41 PM Post #4 |
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( The scene opens in a pitch dark room. With the exception of a streak of light coming down from the ceiling. Under this light is a stool. On the stool is the North American Championship. The sound of foot steps are heard and Mikey "Godzilla" Craze walks under the light. He grabs his championship and takes a seat on the positioned stool. Mikey pans around the room. He has a disappointed expression on his face. Craze hangs his head slowly shaking it back and forth. Godzilla looks directly into the camera. He tries to crack a smirk but it just unable to do it. Possibly for the first time we see Mikey "Godzilla" Craze without a smile. ) Mikey: Well here I am. Surrounded by what has become of PCW. Dark, cold, unwanted, unwelcoming, a den of evil, disgraceful to all those people who come here to their heroes triumph. Heroes like. Heroes like. Who am I trying to kid here. What heroes? What god damn heroes!? They aren't any left! H2O! Mark Tate! They've been engulfed by what surrounds me right now. Darkness! But it will not happen to me. There a reason there is at least some light left. Because guys like me will not quit! Guys who believe in one simple truth. I Will not quit until these people see what is the truth. Good always overcome Evil. Damn. How can I even say that when right now good for the first time. Is the damn underdog. I mean the odds are stacked against us aren't they? Hatework, Ayster, H20, Mark Tate, Alex Westwood, Jack Stantz, the list goes on and on. Everyday we are losing a soldier to the greater sin. Hell in one PPV we lost two. And now it looks like we are going to lose another. Quintastic One. Your losing your way with these fans and yourself. Whether you see it or not Quint. You are changing, ( The light above Mikey's head begins to flicker. Craze quickly drops his own championship and quickly stands ontop of the stool. Almost falling off at one point. He screws the light bulb back in as fast he can keeping the light going. Godzilla pauses for a moment seemingly bathing in the light. The North American Champion then sits back down in his chair concentrating back on the camera. ) Mikey: Quint I heard everything you just said. But one thing stuck out like a sore thumb. One word. A word that can destroy friendships, partnerships, and even love. Jealousy. Quintastic your being consumed by this jealousy. Almost like a poison. It's eating away at you. Right now it only eating away at your insides. You got to stop it there Quintastic. Because if you let it start tearing apart your outside. Then everyone will see. Everybody will see that you are becoming another soldier of darkness. Your trying to gain a victory out of jealousy. That's no victory. There is a reason jealousy is called the green eye monster. So Quint to stop this from happening from the man who brought me into this company. I'm going to have to again accomplish one of your dreams. I'm going straight to the root of all evil here in PCW. The Sinestro of PCW himself. This makes me sick just saying it. Our World Heavyweight Champion, Hatework. Im challenging you to a one on one match. On Friday Night Fights. After you feel the Kaiju Klash. ( Mikey "Godzilla" Craze claps his hands twice and suddenly the pitch black room becomes lit up with a blinding white light. ) Mikey: Mikey Craze Out! |
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| ~Quint Mcain~ | Sep 13 2006, 11:37 AM Post #5 |
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The Quintastic One is leaning against a wall next to the consession stand, the cameraman has still been following him, almost like a documentary. Quint has his arms crossed and his legs folded together with his shades over his eyes. Quint looks at the camera again and removes the shades with his downstage arm. The Quintastic One: There you go again Mikey, doing what you do. Acting like your the only one left in the business who cares what the fans think. Acting how should i say this? Well the mainstream culture would say your acting a little Emo. As in manic depressive, you know, the generic guys who's favorite numbers are 13, color is black, white is evil, theyre all masochistic, nobody likes them, nobody understands them. Yada yada yada, look man, i told you one of my darkest secrets yesterday, and that was that i felt jealous of your success. Not that i havent met my own success lately, its not even your fault that these things have happened. But the truth is, whether we like it or not, we are facing one on one for The North American Championship in Sacramento. Quint pauses, and puts back on his shades, glinting the dark purple rims in the light. The Quintastic One: I'll concede this much, things arnt looking much better than when we 1st joined together in the Quint Clique. Hatework is seemingly an unbeatable force right now. H2O, seems to be going the heel route, or so i've heard. Mark Tate is returning to his evil roots. But your forgetting an even bigger picture here. The fans. They know whats going on, there not stupid, but they keep selling out arenas all over the world to watch PCW. Do you know why? Its because there is still hope. Even though yours is waning, they realize that your still there light in the darkness. And Michael Lucifer, as twisted as he may be, he is still the Extreme champ. Ayster has been getting some good fan support, but thats because the fans love confidence! So c'mon Mikey, show us that attitude that got you to the position you are in in the 1st place! Show us those mad skills on the mic and the ring that made us all fall in love with you in the 1st place. Because i have something i have to get off my chest. And its that same Jealousy i was talking about last time. At Brawl for All, i have to see for myself, can i pull off the upset one more time? Can i do it one more time? Or will i once again become victim to the Kaiju Klash? We'll see baby, and thats because not just I, not just these fans, not just all of PCW, but you....i gotta believe that you....are that, Damn Quintastic! |
![]() ![]() Second sigs credit goes to my Bro Possum Person <select name="Quint Mcain" style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt; background-color: black; font-weight: bold; color: purple"> <option>Quint Mcain</option> <option>Stats:</option> <option>Height: 511"</option> <option>Weight: 164lbs</option> <option>Finisher: Canned Quint in a bottle X2, Perfecto</option> <option>Stable: Former Quint Clique</option> <option>Matches:</option> <option>Win: a bunch</option> <option>Lose: a bunch</option> | |
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| ~Quint Mcain~ | Sep 20 2006, 01:11 PM Post #6 |
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It is mid-day, the sun is bright, but is obviously showing dimness with the coming and going of fall. The parking lot is semi empty in front of the Micky D's past Know your role Blvd. Down a right past Jabroni Drive. And set right next to the world famous Smackdown Hotel. A dark purple car glints in the semi perfect sun light, rems past the hotel and parks right into the drive way of everyones favorite fast food chain. A man opens the drivers seat door from the inside and smoothly makes his way out, He is wearing his trademark purple shades with his hair done in the professional dreads he adores so much. His clothing is differant from his ring attire of PCW though, instead, he is wearing a lighter purple loose Tee, and dark blue comfortable fitting faded glory jeans. He pulls out his wallet, and is not surprised to find it nearly empty, thank god for Micky D's. Its not that his pay wasnt good at PCW, but Quint certainly regretted his splurging his money on that nicaraguan hooker last night.... Quint strolls up to to the fast food market, and enters the building. a few elderly people are there, as well as a family of four, with two little boys jumping up and down at their table yelling "Food! Food! Food! Food!" Quint chuckled as he goes up to the empty waiting counter, as a spanish associate awaits his order. Spanish Cashier: How may i help you? Quint: Yeah, i'll have the number 9. a Number 9 large. A number 6 with extra dip. two number 45's, one with cheese. A number 7. and a large soda. Spanish Cashier: Sir, there is no number 45 on our menu, and we dont appreciate any wise cracking GTA San Andreas jokes here. Quint looked the man squarely in the eye, he really wanted that meal too. Quint: Alright, then i'll just have a Jumbo Jack and i'll be on my way. Spanish Cashier: (irritated) Sir....this is not Jack in the Box, please choose a sensible order. Quint: Yeah i can tell this isnt Jack in the Box, you dont even have any BK stackers. Spanish Cashier: thats burger king, now either make an order or i will have to ask you to leave. Quint: Alright alright, hold your horses Pancho Villa. In that case, give me 42 double cheeseburgers. Spanish Cashier:....for here or to go? Quint: I'll take it to go, and if i find any traces of loogie or refried beans or carne asada or whatever, i'll have you shipped back to the middle east where you belong. Spanish Cashier: I'm mexican, guero. Not muslim. Quint: you all look the same to me, just give me my 42 double cheeseburgers. So Quint left the Micky D's, after inspecting every last burger, and after only having to return 3 burgers due to finding a few traces of hair or bandaids, or peanuts, he enjoyed his meal in peace, until a man walked up to his car. and stared him right in the face through the window. Random Douche: Mikey Craze is going to kick your ass! Quint sighed, and knew exactly what the guy wanted, he gave him the buddy christ bobble head on his dash board, and the man looked elated. Random Douche: Gee thanks Quint! Your definately kick Mikeys ass now! Quint drove off and propped up another buddy christ on the dash board. And turns towards the cameraman in the passsengers seat. Quint: So, Mikey, show me what you got! Can you eat 42 double cheeseburgers in one sitting? Neither can i. But the point is, i went there alright. and this may not make much sense to you now, but it will. Oh it will.....uhm.....well.....see you at Beatdown Godzilla! Because by the time our match rolls around, id've eaten so many double cheeseburgers and went through so many buddy christs, that your head will spin! Forget all that atomic fire, and Mecha mothra, ghidora, Kaiju japanese Sailor Scout Kamehameha Morphing time beatle borging ride on shooting star trala lala la! At Beatdown, you can forget about the jeffersons, you can forget about quail hunting, you can forget about Kim Jong Il, you can forget about Jingle bells on a chestnut roasting fire chicken wing diamond ring, if ya smeeeeellllll and thats the bottom line, with some pepper jack cheese on it Bitch! Hours later, Quint was found lying on the side of the road, passed out from an overdose of double cheeseburgers and cappuccino. Will he make it to Beatdown in this condition? only time will tell..... OOC: ROTFLMFAO!!!!!!!!!!!! |
![]() ![]() Second sigs credit goes to my Bro Possum Person <select name="Quint Mcain" style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt; background-color: black; font-weight: bold; color: purple"> <option>Quint Mcain</option> <option>Stats:</option> <option>Height: 511"</option> <option>Weight: 164lbs</option> <option>Finisher: Canned Quint in a bottle X2, Perfecto</option> <option>Stable: Former Quint Clique</option> <option>Matches:</option> <option>Win: a bunch</option> <option>Lose: a bunch</option> | |
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| ~Quint Mcain~ | Sep 22 2006, 05:01 PM Post #7 |
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The Quintastic One is hanging out once again backstage. He has just gotten done giving some fans some autographs. When he see's an unexpected face. Its Hawks old Protege, Eagle. Eagle: Hey Quint! Its me! Eagle! Quint: Oh, how its going man? Where have you been? Eagle: Well, after Hawk squashed me in that Friday Night Fights match, he told me i couldnt cut it in this business, so i've kinda been avoiding everyone. Quint: Well Eagle, it is true that most of the time, you gotta be a muscle bound freak to be a success in this business. Just look at Hatework, and Michael Lucifer, they both are like near or over 300lbs giants. But then again, you gotta look at me. I'm the number one contender for the North American Title. And i'm only 160lbs! Dont give up on your dreams yet Eagle, you may not mean much to the company now, but you'll get better. I'll see if i can't teach you a few things. Eagle: Really?! Man thanks alot Quint! But i do have one question, what do you think Mikey is up to? It seems like he's ignoring your match. Quint: Well Eagle, it is true that Mikey has alot on his mind. But i dont think he's trying to no show me. He has his agenda and I have mine. Currently he's concentrating on feeding himself to Hatework in order to prove that he's some great hero or something. But what he doesnt realize, is that you dont need to be the champ, or be the best or whatever to be a great hero. Eagle: What do you mean? Quint: What i'm trying to say is, is that these guys think that its so important to be undefeated around here. That being the best really means something. But what they dont realize is that it doesnt matter if you have all the technical skill or power in the world, if you have the heart, whether you win or not, the fans will stand by you. And that is whats important. Thats goes for you too Eagle, as well as Spade Razo, MJ Phillips, and all those other young guys who want to make a name for yourselves. Dont worry about winning every match. Because winning isnt everything. Like what happened to Bret Hart Vs. Stone Cold. Bret Hart won the match, but Stone Cold had the fans, so ultimately, in the end. He won. In the end, who gives a crap if Hatework is champ? If he's the guy to beat. My goal isnt to win this title, My goal isnt to beat Mikey to a bloody pulp to achieve my ends. My goal is to put on the best show possible for the fans Eagle. That should be your goal too. And everyone else's goal. Because that is what makes PCW great. Think about what i said Eagle, i look forward to seeing you again. Stay Quintastic! end scene. |
![]() ![]() Second sigs credit goes to my Bro Possum Person <select name="Quint Mcain" style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt; background-color: black; font-weight: bold; color: purple"> <option>Quint Mcain</option> <option>Stats:</option> <option>Height: 511"</option> <option>Weight: 164lbs</option> <option>Finisher: Canned Quint in a bottle X2, Perfecto</option> <option>Stable: Former Quint Clique</option> <option>Matches:</option> <option>Win: a bunch</option> <option>Lose: a bunch</option> | |
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| ~Quint Mcain~ | Sep 30 2006, 01:22 AM Post #8 |
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The Quintastic One is backstage once again, this time sitting across the table from a man in a black hood. He looks like he should be at some Lord of the rings convention, Quint had one hand over the table, as if he were conversing over something, the cameraman catches the end of it. Quint: So yeah, it was a thrill to team up with Ayster last friday. I mean, face or heel that guy is the epitome of Quintastic. He is my PCW inspiration after all. He has got to be the greatest talent we have without ever being world champ. Its Ayster time alright, as a matter of fact, once my business with Mikey is done, if Ayster isnt already World Champ, he's the 1st guy on my list to get a shot at the North American Title. Hooded Dude: Yes, but before we begin, i have a secret to tell you. Quint: Yeah? Well make it quick, i'd like to get this transaction done with. Hooded Dude: Your a wizard Quint. Quint: Really?! Hooded Dude: Nah not really, i was just yanking your chain. Quint: *dissapointed* oh....ok. Hooded Dude: Anyway, you know the deal, i held up my end of the bargain, now its time for you to pay me back. Quint: Wait a second, what exactly did you do for me? Hooded Dude: Idiot! I was the one who gave you the Holy Grail! Quint: I think your talking about Galahad man. Hooded Dude: Oh.....well, so this isnt King Arthurs court is it? Quint: Nah, this is PCW baby! Hooded Dude: ... well....uh....Good Bye! *dissapears in a puff of smoke* Quint: Well....that was unique.....*looks at Cameraman* Alright Mikey, i dont know what games your playing at, but let this be an example, i can be just as random, just as unpredictable, and just as devastating as you. I'm on a role baby! So you can ignore our little match for now, but trust me, you are going down at Beatdown! Hooha! |
![]() ![]() Second sigs credit goes to my Bro Possum Person <select name="Quint Mcain" style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt; background-color: black; font-weight: bold; color: purple"> <option>Quint Mcain</option> <option>Stats:</option> <option>Height: 511"</option> <option>Weight: 164lbs</option> <option>Finisher: Canned Quint in a bottle X2, Perfecto</option> <option>Stable: Former Quint Clique</option> <option>Matches:</option> <option>Win: a bunch</option> <option>Lose: a bunch</option> | |
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