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Lesson in Loyalty
Topic Started: May 26 2007, 03:35 AM (456 Views)
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Recap by Daniel Jones of Ft. Worth, Texas.

PCW Lesson in Loyaty eminated live from Texas Stadium to what looked to be a sellout crowd. There was a small section of seats tarped off where the seats bent around the stage, and before the show some idiot was ejected from the show for climbing on the tarp. Another amusing note is that someone else thought it would be cute to throw large paper airplanes out of the nosebleed section. I don't know if any made it into the camera's view, but there were about 5 of them.

Opening pyro was spectacular, and loud. Really loud. As in bone chattering loud. The crowd is really pumped up, and there was some drunk man sitting next to me cheering for Danny Nitro.

First match up on the card was Spade Razo Vs. Hazard X Vs. Bay B Dogg. Dogg is first out, and her reaction is one of stunned silence, and a largely non-understanding silence. Shes awkward, especially to us Texans... Hazard X is out second. Good to see him back, but it looks like he hasn't been spending much time in the gym... And here comes Spade Razo, over with the teen girls, and hey, even some of the guys. He may not be a Texas-kinda guy, but he seems to be the one to stand behind in this match.

Match notes: Bay B Dogg kept trying to communicate with the ref, appearently asking for permission to use weapons, but poor Mark McCabe just didn't seem to understand her. As time wore on her frustration grew. Hazard X finally took advantage of that and hit a huge reverse DDT, and got a two count that all of us took for three. The people in my section, especially the drunk guy, didn't understand that he had in fact only gotten a two count until the match continued until THE NEXT PINFALL ATTEMPT. Some people just aren't too bright. Some really fast paced back and forth action between all three in the match. Everyone seemed entertained by the match.

The finish: Bay B Dogg left the ring to get a chair while Hazard X applied a boston crab to Spade. As Dogg re-entered the ring, she charged Hazard X who ducked, and picked Dogg up in a press slam and then dropped her OVER the top rope, facefirst to the floor. Pretty ssick looking bump that got quite a reaction from everyone. As Hazard X turned leans over the ropes laughing, Spade comes from nowhere with the PAIN. X seems to be out and Spade gets a pretty easy pin.

Post match notes: Dogg is still down outside the ring, and is hardly moving. Spade has left, not giving her much more than a passing glance, and advances up the ramp. Hazard X gets up, and naturally seems upset with himself. He exits the ring and looks like he is about to assault Bay B Dogg AGAIN but referee's run down and jump in front of him. They persuade him up the ramp, and they all help Bay B Dogg up the ramp.

Backstage The Outlaw is in his dressing room lacing up his boots. Huge reaction for the fellow Texan, despite being on the wrong side of the state. There is a knock at the door and he goes to answer the door. Xero burst in the door and attacks The Outlaw. The Outlaw fights back, but Xero stops him by throwing him into the wall. The Outlaw slumps limply to the floor and Xero puts a few boots to him before walking away. The Outlaw moves slow, and painfully...

Shawn Sousa Vs. Sah'ta Thor: Where is the merchindice stand?

Once I got back to the arena, I think the pirate vampire dude won, but I don't know, and I think the people in my section have been playing the PCW board game, because none of them seem to know either...

Michael Lucifer is backstage with Jimmy Jeff Wright. Wright asks Lucifer about his gameplan tonight and Lucifer says it will be simple, but brutal warfare. He makes the remark that even if he is defeated, it is going to take two and not one and that The Ayster can't run and hide forever when Jack Stantz enters. Stantz grabs the mic and says that if Lucifer doesn't get the job done tonight, then The Ayster is as good as gone from his crosshairs. Lucifer tells Stantz to get a grip and then pushes him aside as he walks away. Stantz doesn't look to happy about THAT...

Logan Vs. David Calaz Vs. Possum Person Vs. Quint McCain: Brandi Frye has just informed us that this match has now been made a four way dance and that it will continue until there is only one winner... It's nice to see that every now and then... Logan is out first. He grabs a beer from a man, and takes a drink of it and spits it back in his face... The people in my section came to the conclusion that the man is really drunk, and had been peeing in the cup, and that Logan is now full of piss and vineager. Here comes David Calaz, and the people seem enthusiastic towards him. The girls like his looks, the guys like his moves. Real potential there, I say. Here comes Possum Person, and boy is his reaction strange... The kids seem to love him, the older people seem to loath him... The drunk man in our section just made a remark about shooting him... Terrorist! And here comes Quint McCain, and boy does this crowd not care for his prescence here tonight... There is a rousing "KILL QUINT" chant. Morbid, but its wrestling, so acceptable.

Match notes: Quint is the first to mount an offense in the contest with a stiff kick to the groin on Possum Person. Groans, and even a little laughter out of that one. Nothing is quite as funny as a trauma to the groin... David Calaz then takes advantage of Logan's non-attention paying way and sends him over the top rope with a drop kick. Calaz follows to the floor and Quint begins simply pummeling Possum Person. The beating in the ring has gotten so bad that the ref, Robin Norris has stepped in and told Quint to let him breathe. On the outside, the actiuon has spilled into about the thrid row in the section in front of us. David Calaz is dragging Logan our way. He throws Logan into a concrete wall and Logan falls down. The ref is now in the crowd telling them to go back the other way, and Quint is taking advantage of his new found freedom by selecting a chair from ringside. He throws it into the ring and grabs another. The fight in the crowd continues, but I sense the real brutality is about to take place in the ring... Quint sets Possum up in the corner and leans a chair up against his chest and face. Quint steps back and swings a home run. The clang was heard all the way over in Dallas. Accept by Possum Person of course... He'll be lucky to even have ears after that. The referee turned around at the shot, but is too thick into the mob of people to rush back. Calaz has just dove off the first row of my level to a prone Logan below... The crowd sure is frenzied now. Back in the ring, Quint has picked up a table. He sets it up in the middle of the ring, and drags Possum Person, who I am happy to report DOES have ears, to the corner. Quint easily subdues Possum in the corner and then easily lifts him up into the sitting position on the top turnbuckle. In other news, Calaz and Logan have began a retreat... Back in the ring, Quint has now climbed the turnbuckle and steadies himself. He turns Possum Person around and lifts him up in a piledriver position... Oh boy... YOWEE! MY GOD! "HOLY SHIT!" fills the building... In all my days, I have never seen something like that.... A piledriver off the top rope through a table... Possum Person may have ears, but what good are they without a SPINE? Quint is in pain as well, but Possum isn't even moving. Robin Norris is being a little quicker on his way back to the ring now as the fecal chant continues... Once back in the ring, Quint rolls painfully over and drapes an arm over Possum Person. The three count surprised no one, and now EMT's are down to the ring, stretcher in tow, to remove the roadkill from the mat... The chant has now subsided into silence... That was plain crazy. Possum is being hauled away, and David Calaz is now hopping the barricade. As he turns around though, Logan is waiting and hits him with a stiff right hand. Calaz reels, and then takes another shot. The Logan whips him into the ring post, and Calaz goes down hard. Logan rolls into the ring and covers Quint, who is still barely moving. Two count, and the people are surprised. Logan tries again and still, only two. Logan picks Quint up and goes for a suplex, but Quint counters and quickly hits a stiff uppercut to his chin. He exits the ring and grabs the top part of the stairs and tosses them into the ring, almost taking out Robin Norris, which brings groans from the crowd... Think of the brutality capable WITHOUT a ref... Quint sets the steps up, and puts Logans head and shoulders on them. He grabs a chair, and I think we are in for a sandwich. (Or as my grandfather would say, "sammich") CLANG. Logan's body gives a violent jerk, then he rolls heavily off the stairs... Quint drops, and the next three count surprises no one either... Damn Quint, you need your liver tested... Its called "roid rage" and it has been shrinking testicles for years now. Beware. David Calaz is up now, and his prognosis doesn't look too good as he is bleeding fairly profusely from the head. He rolls into the ring, and cuts Quint's offense off and mounts a fairly good one of his own. He controls the pace for a few minutes, all the while the crowd eats it up, when suddenly Quint comes alive out of nowhere and just decks him. Ouch. Quint climbes the top rope with a chair, and waits...

The finish: Calaz stands up as Quint takes flight. Quint brings the chair down right on Calaz' head, who doesn't protect himself in any way... Calaz didn't fall as much as just crumble... The crowd is going nuts trying to wake Calaz, but nothing can stop the third and final three count. Quint tells Robin Norris to get away, and raises his own hand... Calaz is out... Quint brushes off his shoulder, like his work was nothing, and leaves the ring. The crowd showers him with boos, and even some trash. He doesn't care though. He proved his point...

Backstage The Outlaw is with a medical assistant... He has an ice pack on his forehead, and the assistant is shining a light in his eye... XERO AGAIN! Xero gives The Outlaw several stiff shots to the head and walks away, leaving The Outlaw in a heap yet again. Now ALL of Texas is pissed off...

Here comes Mark Tate and Chris Dynamite... And boy, do the people hate them... If there are some asses we want to see beat here tonight, its these. I will give Dynamite credit where it is due though, his attack on Hatework at WrestleFest DID get him quite a bit of attention… Here comes Mikey Craze, but he doesn’t get into the ring, even though Dynamite and Tate try to lure him in… He wisely waits for his partner, now making his entrance. Hatework looks serious about whipping some ass… He enters the ring un-afraid, and Mikey Craze slides in after him. Tate and Craze start the match.

Match notes: Quick action to open up the match, though Tate keeps pushing Craze into their corner so that Dynamite can take cheap shots at him causing Tate to eventually come out with the upper hand. Tate is focusing on Craze’s knee, obviously to make it more difficult to tag in his partner. Craze finally gets a break by quickly ducking behind Tate and hitting a quick, high back suplex. Tate landed HIGH on his back… He flops over backwards, and holding his neck and head, makes a quick tag. Dynamite comes running into the ring, but isn’t quick enough as Craze has tagged in Hatework. Hatework just stands on the apron as Dynamite stops, and looks worried. Dynamite looks backwards for Tate, but he seems to be incapacitated on the floor. Hatework slowly enters the ring, and Dynamite looks split on the decision to fight or run in his own mind… The people are live to see a fight now. Dynamite quickly goes towards Hatework with blows of fury, but Hatework pretty much pushes him down. Dynamite gets up, and studies Hatework… Hatework charges and both men go flying over the top rope to the floor below. Hatework is the first up, and picks Dynamite up and sends him crashing chest first into the ring post. He takes a chair from Brandi Frye and looks at Dynamite down on the mat… The crowd understands, and they are ready to receive the violence. Hatework sizes up Dynamite, and then lays in wait. Dynamite stands up, but realizes the danger he is in and wisely ducks and sends Hatework sailing past him. As Hatework passes, Dynamite runs the other way around the corner of the ring. Hatework gives quick chase, chair in hand. He rounds the corner, but Mark Tate is there out of NO WHERE with the North American Championship, and clocks Hatework with it. Hatework goes down fast and hard. The crowd is smashed, no pun intended, by this turn of events. Mark Tate kisses his belt as the ref leans through the ropes and slaps him on the shoulder and tells him to keep it clean or else. Tate turns around and smashes the ref, who collapses in the ropes, and eventually falls limply to the floor. Here comes Dynamite now, chair of his own in hand. He stands at Hatework’s feet, waiting for him to get up. Hatework sits up quickly though, and seemingly stuns Dynamite. Mark Tate quickly rolls into the ring, but is quickly hit with a german suplex by Mikey Craze, who then grabs his knee painfully. On the outside, Dynamite is now trying to make peace with Hatework, but to no avail. Hatework stands up, and Dynamite unwisely drops his chair, possibly as a measure of good faith. Hatework takes a few steps towards him, and then levels him with a boot to the face. Hatework picks up the chair, and rolls Dynamite into the ring. Hatework enters the ring, and picks Dynamite up, and then levels him with a vicious chair shot. Hatework turns his attention now to Mark Tate, who is on his hands and knees, and bends the chair in the shape of Tate’s back with a chair shot heard in southern California. Hatework turns back to Dynamite. He looks at the limp form and laughs. Suddenly, Jack Stantz is in the ring with a baseball bat. Hatework doesn’t know he is behind him. Hatework Godzilla crawls to Stantz, but Stantz kicks him away. Hatework senses the motion, and turns around. Stantz swings for Hatework’s midsection and connects with a sickening thud. Hatework drops to his knees, holding his ribs, and falls over on his side. The crowd is highly pissed at this, and people have begun throwing stuff at Stantz. Stantz smiles, and even poses with the bat, and then suddenly the bell rings… Stantz looks confused, and everyone in the arena IS confused… Brandi Frye tells us that this match has been declared a no contest. Jack Stantz leans over the ropes yelling at the referee, when suddenly Mikey Craze comes from behind and tosses him over to the floor. Stantz stands up, visibly pissed. Craze tells Stantz, who dropped his baseball bat incidentally in the ring during his spill over the top rope, to come do business man to man. Stantz declines, and Godzilla quickly turns around and levels Mark Tate, who was attempting to sneak up behind Craze. Craze is a ball of fire now. Tate quickly rolls out of the ring, and drags Dynamite with him, and he, Stantz and Dynamite re-unite at the bottom of the ramp. Hatework is now on his knees again, looking none too happy. He points at Dynamite and shakes his head. The LBC walks up the ramp backwards, happy with their work.

Backstage, The Ayster and H20 are getting ready for their match. They talk about what just happened, and they agree that when they get done with Michael Lucifer tonight, he will be lucky to get off as easy.

The shot switches to Jack Stantz, Mark Tate, and Chris Dynamite backstage. Stantz says that they may not have WON the match, but they walked out, so he considers that winning. He tells them that they don’t have to worry about either man anymore when from behind, he is proven wrong. Hatework takes out Stantz and Dynamite, and Mikey Craze takes out Mark Tate. Security rushes in and tries to pull the two warring groups apart, as Xero’s entrance music hits.

The people are showering the former WAF champion with boos. The Outlaw is running down the ramp behind Xero, and hits him with a huge blow in the back! The crowd is on fire now! The Outlaw is throwing shots at Xero like crazy. Referee Robin Norris exit’s the ring and tries to make some sense of the brawl, but The Outlaw is a man possessed and cannot be stopped. Finally he does, and stands up quickly throwing off his coat, and feeding off of the live Texas crowd… He eats up the reaction, and picks Xero up and throws him limply back into the ring. He follows Xero in and Robin Norris calls for the bell.

Match notes: The Outlaw brutalizes Xero with a scoop slam, a huge leg drop, a side back breaker, and then a big splash. The crowd has now quieted from its riot volume, but they are still live to see their fellow Texan lay waste to Xero. The Outlaw suplexs Xero, and then hits an elbow drop to the inside of the thigh. Xero rolls out of the ring painfully, and The Outlaw steps back, welcoming him back. Robin Norris begins counting. Xero walks around a bit, and then throws his hands in the air and starts walking towards the ring. The crowd is jeering him, and booing loudly. The Outlaw stands in the ring, stunned. The count reaches 5 when he slides out of the ring and gives chase. He attacks Xero from behind, and drags him back to the ring. He throws Xero in, and enters, and goes to mount an offense when Xero cuts him off with a low blow. The Outlaw doubles over, and the sold out Texas crowd shows its displeasure. Xero stands up, and shows no remorse. He puts a few boots to The Outlaw and then drags him into the corner. He puts his foot on The Outlaw’s neck, and applies pressure. Robin Norris tells him to break the hold, but he holds it as long as possible. He then goes for a quick count, but The Outlaw kicks out at two. Xero picks him up and drops him with a DDT, He goes for another pin, and then puts both feet on the ropes. The referee counts two, and then sees the feet. He pushes Xero off the ropes and tells him to cut his cheating ways out. Xero pushes him backwards, intimidating him, but Norris points out his “PCW Official” patch. Xero rolls his eyes, and goes to turn his attention back to The Outlaw, who is no longer on the ground. Xero looks up to see a charging Outlaw. Xero ducks, and lets The Outlaw crash into Robin Norris. Norris collapses, and Xero laughs. The Outlaw looks down, upset with this turn of events, and then turns to Xero, who hit’s a high drop kick. Xero picks The Outlaw up, and signals for The Spade. He lifts The Outlaw up, but The Outlaw follows through and lands on his feet behind Xero. He pushes Xero into the ropes, and then locks Xero up and delivers a quick dragon suplex. Xero rolls over backwards as the crowd reaches a fever pitch. The Outlaw rolls Xero over and covers him, but there is no count. The crowd counts to three, but Robin Norris is comatose. The Outlaw leaves Xero and pats on Norris to make sure he is alive. He rolls Norris over, and easily slaps his face. The Outlaw finally gives up and goes back to Xero. The Outlaw picks Xero up, but Xero explodes with right hands, pushing The Outlaw backwards towards the ropes. Xero whips The Outlaw and throws a back handed shot, which The Outlaw ducks. The Outlaw kicks Xero in the gut, and hoists him onto his shoulders as the Texas crowd explodes with anticipation. The Outlaw swings Xero and connects with a West Texas Rain (Or in this case, wouldn’t it be EAST Texas Rain?) which sends the Texas crowd into pure fits.

The finish: The Outlaw, obviously caught up in the moment, seems to have forgotten that Robin Norris is still unconscious. He covers Xero, but there is no count. He looks over at Norris as Orestes Valentine slides into the ring. Some in the crowd cheer for the sudden appearance, but many are shocked… He drags Norris over to the count, and Norris comes around and counts a slow, painful three count as Valentine slides out of the ring. The crowd goes wild as “Back in Black” begins, and Orestes Valentine enters the ring, WAF title in hand. The Outlaw takes his title from Valentine, and seems highly weary of him. The Outlaw studies him for a second, and then looks shocked. He slowly nods his head, and exit’s the ring. He holds his title up outside the ring as the crowd continues to celebrate. He celebrates up the ramp, title proudly on his shoulder. Back in the ring, as the music dies away, Xero comes to discover what has gone on. He rolls onto his stomach and bangs his fist in anger. He gets to his knees and finds Valentine. He quickly gets into Valentine’s face, looking for a fight, when his facial expression squints, and then retorts. He takes a step back, and then slowly shakes his head. He exit’s the ring, and walks away, turning around on the ramp to look at Valentine again, and shake his head. Valentine himself exit’s the ring, and walks up to the ramp as the crowd cheers him in a strange way…

Mike and Jerry are now talking on the big screen, and of course we can not hear them here in the arena, but its easy to tell that they are talking about the next PPV.

“Hells Bells” starts, and the Texas crowd explodes as Michael Lucifer enters the arena. His reaction is deafening, and the floor is almost shaking from it. He enters the ring, and turns towards the ramp and cracks his knuckles and neck. H20 is next out, and he waits atop the ramp for the World Heavyweight Champion The Ayster. Ayster comes out, and the two advance to the ring, but neither enter until referee Chris Taylor has stepped between them. They enter and The Ayster parades around with his belt on. H20 keeps making movements, trying to get Lucifer’s attention.

Match notes: H20 starts off. Both men lock up, and Lucifer wastes no time in pushing the physicality. He locks a headlock on, and begins using his fist on H20’s head. Chris Taylor breaks the hold, but Lucifer goes after H20 again. He pushes H20 into the corner, and 10 punches later, lets him fall down onto his face. Lucifer turns and then tells Ayster to get into the ring. The crowd is rumbling, but Ayster stays on the apron. Lucifer laughs and turns back to H20. He whips H20 into the ropes and hit’s a back body drop. The crowd is fully behind Lucifer as he hit’s a scoop slam on H20. Lucifer locks in an arm bar, and Ayster comes in to break the hold. Lucifer drops the hold immediately and goes after Ayster, but Ayster is quickly out of the ring, and on the floor. Lucifer leans over the ropes in pursuit and tries to grab him, but comes up empty. He points at Ayster when suddenly, from behind, H20 rolls him up. Lucifer kicks out after the two, but is stunned by the turn of events. H20 take advantage of this, and lands a dropkick to the chest of Lucifer as he is attempting to get up. Lucifer falls backwards. H20 hit’s a senton splash. H20 picks Lucifer up and whips him into the ropes, and puts him back on the mat with a head scissors. H20 tags Ayster in, and the crowd begins a slow roar, trying to rouse Lucifer. The Ayster easily lands a lariat, and applies a rear chin lock. He looks like he is enjoying himself as Jack Stantz comes swaggering down the aisle. The crowd boos, and when Lucifer sees Stantz, he comes to and life begins pulsing through him. Ayster tightens his grip, but knows he is in trouble. Lucifer throws three back elbows to Ayster’s midsection to break the hold, but Ayster quickly runs to H20 and tags him. H20 looks thanklessly at Ayster, and then to Lucifer. Ayster drops to the floor with Stantz. Lucifer walks to the rope, and hip tosses H20 over the top rope. H20 turns over, and tries to get up, but Lucifer is right there with a clubbing blow across the back. Lucifer whips H20 into the ropes and hit’s a strong clothsline. He then turns back to Ayster and demands he enter the ring. Ayster does not, and Lucifer picks H20, and easily throws him to the floor, and again tells Ayster to enter. Ayster argues he is not the legal man, and drops to the floor as Lucifer advances. He picks H20 up and rolls him into the ring. Lucifer goes for a pin on H20, and looks at Ayster to enter the ring. When The Ayster does not enter the ring, Lucifer picks H20 up on the count of two. Stantz is screaming for the beating to stop from the outside, but Lucifer gives him a mere glance before continuing his assault on H20. Lucifer drops H20 with a Russian leg sweep, and then hits an elbow drop to the sternum. He goes for a cover, and again, when Ayster does not attempt to break it up, breaks it himself. There is a small chant of relating Ayster to the female reproductive organs from the section behind me now. In the ring, Lucifer has picked H20 up, and is holding him in the press slam position, pressing him up and down. Jack Stantz jumps the ring apron, and Lucifer quickly drops H20 and advances in his direction. Jack Stantz waits, and pulls the rope down as he drops from the apron. Lucifer reaches for Stantz, and falls over the lowered rope to the floor below. Stantz takes off running up the ramp, as Lucifer gets up ready to rip the head off the little monster. He glares at Stantz on the ramp, daring him to come back. When he turns back around though, H20 is flying through the air in his direction. The Ayster has just darted H20 at Lucifer. H20 lands on Lucifer, and both men fall to the mat. The crowd boos loudly. Ayster exit’s the ring and picks Lucifer up first, and rolls him back into the ring, then H20. He hops back to the apron, and leans over the ropes and tags himself in on a downed H20. The Ayster enters the ring, and relishes in the moment. He has Lucifer right where he wants him. He walks a slow circle around Lucifer, and decides to finish the job when LUCIFER SITS UP. The Texas crowd explodes as Ayster’s face shows that he may have just soiled his drawers. The Ayster begins moving backwards, but falls over H20’s body. Lucifer is quickly up as the crowd has reached maximum volume. Ayster tries to reason with Lucifer, but to no avail. Lucifer picks Ayster up and delivers a knee to the gut, and then The Last Right. The Texas crowd goes wild…

The finish: Jack Stantz rolls into the ring now, and Lucifer attempts to get him, but Chris Taylor steps in front of him. Stantz drags H20 and Ayster to their corner. Stantz slides out of the ring, and Lucifer steps back. Taylor turns around, and when he does, Stantz slaps Aysters hand on H20’s body and then drags Ayster from the ring. Stantz pulls Ayster towards the ramp, and Lucifer delivers another Last Rights, this time to H20, and gets a quick pin. He kicks the lifeless H20 under the bottom rope, and points at Stantz and Ayster and then motions a belt around his waist. Stantz scowls and shakes his head no. “Hells Bells” plays, and the crowd cheers Lucifer, despite not seeing him lay a good beating on The Ayster…

Michael Lucifer celebrates in the ring for a while longer and then leaves, and Brandi Frye thanks us for coming out. The ring crew wastes no time coming out to break set, and it looks like its time for me to end this report and make my way past the drunk man in my row, who has by now passed out, and head home… Great show, can’t wait till PCW comes to town again!

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