Phase Fifty-Seven: All Out Of Love
𝙴𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙾𝚏 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍𝚜
The scene opened in a decrepit, darkened shack. Wind whistles by causing the structure to creak with an air of uncertainty as to if it would remain standing from the strong breeze. A large shadowed figure would be seen, rocking back and forth in a familiar rocking chair and soon enough the figure would be revealed to be none other than the Eater of Worlds, Bray Wyatt.
His face aimed towards the ground, his fedora covering his eyes until his gaze aimed upwards. He had an eery look in his eyes as he smiled faintly but said smile disappeared as he began to speak.
"For a long, long time many have pondered just two questions. When I step into your realm of interviews, the same two always come my way. Just who is Bray Wyatt? And what does he want?. I could tell you everything you've ever wanted to know and reveal every truth... But... What would be the fun in ruining the ending of what could be a very beautiful story?"
He soon stopped spilling his words has his head slowly fell backwards, a smile once again forming in his face. A deep breath entered his lungs before it escaped him in a pleasant sigh.
"Now every man is defined by his actions. You see me, I do what is always right, what is always needed to better your world. Where I come from, my actions would be applauded, celebrated as a saviour of every lost soul. But in this world, in your world, I'm vilified, I'm told I should feel guilty for the things that I do but tell me this, why should I feel guilty for what I see in my mind as the only honest thing to do?
But no, you will all continue to throw names and hope they stick to my reputation because that's exactly what you all do, you label anything that doesn't fit to your social normality, anything that bucks your corrupted system. A system that from birth teaches children that it's okay to lie, cheat, steal or even sin. Where I'm from, those actions never go unpunished.
But that's where I come in. I'm here to fix everything..."
The laughter that had begun to form from Bray ran around the room, erratic and almost demonic as he lost himself in the wonders of his twisted mind.
"Now, as to who will fall too me, who exactly shall pay for their sins well...you'll just have to wait and see. It's quite exciting, don't ya think?
So to everyone hearing my words. Heed my warning. When you hear the beautiful symphony of dear old Abigail well, you have two choices. You either fall in line and join the cause... Or... You...
RUN!"
His eyes pierced into the camera, instantly chilling the mood, his tone of voice turning to a low, grizzly noise but within a quick moment, the screen flashed his disturbing imagery coinciding with a static like noise before instantly shutting to black.
UIC Pavilion
Atwell with Flash Morgan Webster and Will Ospreay
Hayley stands between the new tag team champions as they admire their newly acquired gold. “You two walked away from the gauntlet as the first ever Dual Tag Team Champions. Not only that, but you went through three teams to get them. How do you feel?”
“It’s been amazing to have something to show off after years of being put down in PCW,” Will says. “And I couldn’t have asked for a better partner. I owe Morgan.”
“You got here just like I did. We capitalized off of an earned opportunity and walked away as winners. We look forward to putting these belts in the spotlight.”
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Austin Aries vs Spike Trivet (With Zara Sabre)
The two men lock up as Zara looks on from the outside. Aries takes Trivet down with a side headlock before transitioning into a headlock handstand. A-Double has no problem showing off and showing Spike he isn’t the only one with talent on this roster. Spike escapes the hold, but Aries has him again with a leglock, rolling into another headlock from behind. Trivet escapes again, this time dropping Austin with a knee to the gut. He sends Aries into the ropes and the smaller man goes for a tilt-a-whirl DDT, only for Spike to connect with a backbreaker for a two-count.
Spike lifts Aries up, looking to drop him with a suplex into the double knees. He hooks the leg again, but Aries kicks out. Spike whips him into the corner and Zara grabs the legs to hold him still. Spike connects with a corner drop kick and Zara cheers him on. Going for a running knee soon after, but Austin rolls out of the way in time. He gets behind Trivet for a German suplex and rolls through for the Calf Mutilation submission. Trivet tries to fight out of it and Zara eventually enters the ring, dragging her boyfriend by the leg out of the ring. The referee gives her a warning, arguing with her on the outside as Trivet gets into the ring.
Aries goes for the Brainbuster, but Spike counters into a packaged pin. The referee hurries into the ring to make the count, but Austin kicks out at two. Zara looks on as Spike goes for a discus lariat but Aries ducks and connects with one of his own. He follows up with a powerful Brainbuster for the finish and to earn his first point.
Phil Jackal vs Corvus
The two men lock up with Corvus getting the upper hand with a headbutt. Jackal backs away into the ropes and the champion whips him into the other side for a dropkick. Jackal rolls into the ropes and Corvus connects with a baseball slide to send him out. Corvus goes for a springboard corkscrew crossbody, but Jackal moves out of the way just in time.
He follows up with a kick to the back of the head before tossing Corvus into the ring for the pin. The champion kicks out two and Jackal continues to take control. He sends Corvus into the corner and monkey flips the man across the ring before following up with a standing moonsault for another pin. Corvus kicks out and rolls out of the ring to recuperate.
The lights flicker and Vipress flashes before him. Her eyes, black as coal, stared right into his soul as the wicked smile on her lips widen. She jumps at him and he backs into the apron, allowing Jackal to take advantage with a running kick to the face. He forces Corvus into the ring and nails him with a superkick for the pinning victory. Corvus is left alone in the ring, confused and mildly...frightened. Vipress was no longer present, almost as if she was never there.
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The Pack
Hania claws and kicks as she’s caged away from the rest of the roster. You’d think Taya would take her to an asylum, but even she knew they couldn’t help her. Whatever is happening to Hania is beyond natural and manmade medicine. Hania banged her head against the steel, clearly not phased by pain. She just wanted out and began to howl in frustration.
It wasn’t long before she was accompanied by two new figures. They were not familiar to her, but she immediately felt...Calmer. Mecha bent down next to the cage with a frown. “Locked away like an animal.” The Huntress slams a fist against the bars and growls. “Not for long.” Mecha turned his attention to the second figure. “Baron, help me.”
The two men worked together to pull apart the bars. Hania slipped through. She didn’t attack, snarl, or even growled in their direction. “Thank you...”
“You need guidance. You can’t control your... New body. I can help you,” Mecha says, holding out a hand. “The three of us? We can make this our den where the pack rules.” Hania stared at him for a long time before nodding her head.
“I’m hungry. Let’s hunt.”
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CM Punk vs Priscilla Kelly
Kelly locks in the wristlock, trying to force CM Punk down to his knees. He rolls through and tosses her with an arm drag. Kelly goes for a dropkick, but he sidesteps her and cracks a knee against the skull for a close two count. Punk whips Kelly into the corner and goes for a clothesline, but she ducks under the attack and elbows him back. She connects with a monkey flip out of the corner before following up with reverse huracarrana for the pin. Punk kicks out.
Priscilla forces Punk to his feet, looking for the Octopus Hold, but he manages to free his arms enough to transition into a powebomb for the pin. Kelly kicks out again and the Straightedge superstar locks in the Anaconda Vice to tap her out and earn another point.
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Atwell with Shaul Guerrero
Hayley brings the mic to her lips with a heavenly smile, welcoming the new Heart of PCW Champion. “Last night was nothing short of retribution for you, Shaul. You are now the Heart of PCW Champion. How are you feeling?”
Shaul doesn’t speak at first, thinking about how to put her feelings into words. “I honestly couldn’t tell you how I truly feel. I know my father’s spirit was with me with entire way through. I could not have made it to the end without him and his guidance. It’s amazing continuing the legacy he left behind while also forging my own.”
“What are your next steps as champion?”
“I plan to bring honour and prestige to this title. For so long the worst of the worst have held it. Taeler, Jinny, Scarlett—it’s my turn now and I’m going to do whatever it takes—“
Before she can finish. Scarlett attacks Guerrero from behind with a forearm. She tosses Shaul into the wall before driving fist after fist into the face. Bordeaux then forces Shaul to her feet and blows her a kiss before slinging the woman into the nearest set of crates backstage.
“You may be champion, but you will never amount to half the woman I am. You can keep the belt. I’m still as sexy and powerful as ever without it. I know you need it and I’m willing to do charity work.”
Scarlett looks over to Hayley and snatches the mic from her. “I no longer have to worry about trash like that gunning after me. I have bigger things in mind and I know you’re all going to love it.” She winks at Hayley as she licks the mic dropping it on the floor and walking away.
Before Hayley leaves, Allysin steps over Guerrero’s fallen body with a smirk, laughing at her. “Well, that was ugly!” She looks to Hayley and lotions for her to come closer with the mic. “I don’t know about you, Hayley, but PCW has been slowly deteriorating again. Do you know why?”
Hayley opens her mouth, but Allysin puts a pinky to her lips. “Because I’m not on the show and haven’t been for two weeks now. I hear Quack is healthy again and he’s been off teaching WWE kids how to wrestle when he should be running the show because Taya clearly is slacking lately. Next week, I want a match or I’m snatching the other half of her weave out.”
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Kyle O'Reilly vs Jay Lethal
The two men switch from hold to hold, trying to one-up each other. Jay gets the upper hand with an uppercut and tosses Kyle into the corner with enough force to knock the wind out of him. He arrogantly slaps O’Reilly across the face, toying with him. He goes for a kick to the head, but Kyle grabs the leg and whips Jay to the mat. He locks in the ankle lock, but Lethal refuses to tap out. He gets to the ropes, forcing the break. Kyle attempts to follow up, but Jay kicks the leg out from under him.
He forces Kyle into the ropes, bending the arm within them before rebounding off the ropes for a dropkick. Jay stomps on the abdomen and drives a kick into the back before going for the pin. Kyle kicks out and Lethal drives multiple fists into the face. He lifts Kyle up and drops his face onto the turnbuckle. He takes his time in following up with a dropkick and Kyle dodges it. Lethal crashes into the corner and Kyle drags him out for the ARMageddon submission until Lethal taps out.
Scarlett Bordeaux vs Taeler Hendrix
The curvaceous blonde mocked Hendrix as she ducked her every move. She pranced around, clearly unafraid as Taeler’s composure slowly began to crumble. The redhead had unfinished business with Bordeaux and she made sure Scarlett couldn’t escape her this time as she shoves her into the corner. Hendrix forced her heel into the chin, trapping Scarlett until the count of four. Bordeaux tries to clothesline her, but Taeler counters with an STO.
Hendrix keeps control until “Spiteful” booms throughout the arena. Alexa manifests on the commentary table, waving to the women. Taeler is momentarily distracted, allowing Bordeaux to connect with a neckbreaker. She almost gets the three count. The two continue to go back and forth as Bliss watches on. Scarlett plants Hendrix with a DDT and goes up high. Taeler manages to knock her down just in time, but Scarlett fights back on the top. She kicks Hendrix away and lands a senton for a two-count. Taeler slaps Scarlett hard once back on their feet and looks for the Kiss Goodnight just as Alexa gets on the apron.
Scarlett breaks from the kiss with a jab to the eye while the referee is distracted. She kicks Hendrix in the head with a roundhouse before planting her with the Scarlett Letter. Bliss backs off and Bordeaux is awarded the victory.
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Breeze Dynasty
#MMMGorgeous by CFO$ begins to play over the speakers, signalling the beginning of the Championship celebration for Tyler Breeze. After a few moments, Tyler emerges from the back, being carried out on a gestatoria chair, 3 people on each side. He was decked out, wearing an expensive dress suit and has the PCW Rising Phoenix Championship proudly on display, in his lap, waving to the fans as he makes his ride down the entrance. Once they got to the ring, they lowered the chair to the ring apron and Tyler stepped onto it and into the ring. In the ring, a red carpet was laid out. A table sat with multiple framed pictures from the moment he won the title. In the center of it was a bucket, filled with ice and a bottle of champagne. Tyler grabbed a microphone, gently draping the championship over his shoulder.
"I just want to start by thanking all the small people. Because without me stepping over all of you, I wouldn't be here today."
Tyler waved and blew kisses to the crowd, mouthing "thank you, thank you" several times.
"As you all saw at the PPV, I became your new PCW Rising Phoenix Champion. And for that, I say you're welcome."
He nodded his head as the crowd started showering him with boos.
"You're welcome for saving you from the most booooring reign of a champion, you'd ever had to endure. I mean, come on, let's face it... Jenny Blake? She's not the face of a company. She's... A plain Jane. She's good... But she doesn't stand out.
You guys deserve a champion that does. The PCW deserves a champion that can be the face of a company. A recognizable figure. Someone... gorgeous. Someone you can put on the front of a poster and rest easy, knowing it's going to sell tickets. Someone who will create a buzz within the entire wrestling industry. Someone with class, good looks, integrity, charisma, good looks, intelligence, wrestling ability and good looks. A TRUE main event guy. Luckily for you and the PCW... Here I am! Tyler Breeze to save the day!"
Throwing his arms up into the air and doing a slow spin, in the center of the ring, the crowd's jeers get louder. Grabbing a bottle of the champagne, he poured some into a glass and held it in the air.
"So for that, I propose a toast! Here's to a new era in PCW! Actually, scratch that. Eras are too clichè in the wrestling business. I'm more than an era. I'm like... the 1990s Chicago Bulls. Or the 1950s New York Yankees. Better yet, from a REAL sport, I'm like the 1970s Montreal Canadiens. I'm... I'm a dynasty! So here's to a new dynasty! The Tyler Breeze Dynasty!"
Tyler had a huge smile on his face, as he took a drink from the champagne and his music started to play again. After setting the glass down, he took the title and raised it in the air, before stepping out into the apron and back into the gestatoria chair and being carried back up the entrance.
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