PCW Live: Project Mayhem
I am Jack's complete lack of surprise
Ivelisse stands in the ring with a microphone in hand, a smirk on her features as the crowd gives her a mixed reaction. The redhead clears her throat as the cocky grin only widened. “So last week I cemented myself into the chamber match for the PCW Championship and Jackal thought he could just walk right up to shake my hand. Then I realized that like him, y’all done forgot who the hell I am and maybe I need to refresh your memories.” She pauses momentarily to let some boos sink in before continuing. “I didn’t come to PCW to be none of your friends. I came here to win. It’s nothing personal, but when you start playing nice? That’s when people wanna stab you in the back, so I’ll just skip all the formalities and let y’all know you looking at the new champion April 22nd.”
As she let the last line slip from her lips, Natalya makes her way to the ring with her mic in hand. She laughed as Velez folded her arms across her chest. “I’m sorry, I think I heard you wrong. I’m getting a little up there in age. You wanna repeat that last line?”
“I’m gone be the new champ, Natalya. You heard me the first time, bruja. Oh, my bad. That means bitch, bitch.” Natalya smirks as she pushes her tongue against the inside of her cheek.
“That’s what I thought you said, so I needed to come set the record straight with you, Ivelisse.”
“The only one walking out of the chamber with the title is me. I’ve already been tag team champion, but now that I’m no longer carrying dead weight? I decided that a singles belt would look good around my waist. I almost settled for Arisa’s little championship, but why aim at low-hanging fruit when I can go straight to the top and become the HBIC of PCW? As bad as you think you want that title, I want it that much more. It’s time people started to respect the Hart name again. More importantly, it’s time respect is put on my name again.”
“Don’t nobody care about you or your funky, family name. You want respect? You earn it like everybody else,” Ivelisse fires back. “Problem is you can’t even keep up with the current generation, and that ain’t no old joke. You just hit your peak a long time ago and nobody cares about how perfectly you copy and paste yo uncle’s motto. You just don’t stand out anymore, chica. You’re easily forgotten because you rely on the same shit on a different day for years. No title is going to change that for you, so you just need to drop out and let me handle my business next month.”
“How about both you bitches take a seat and some notes because your superior has heard enough.” Scarlett comes out with the title around her waist and a long, flowing cape gliding behind her as she marched to the ring. Her hips swayed as she came down, eyes enchanting the crowd as she blew them a kiss. They cheered for her as she entered the ring, so the blonde took a moment to flip her hair back and shake her hips as a token of her appreciation. The minute her eyes locked on her opponents, the smile fades and she stepped in between. “All of this arguing over a title you won’t even win. It’s cute really. It’s like watching two mutts fight over a bone, but when it comes to MY championship? It’s staying right here around my slim waist. Ivelisse, you’ve been M.I.A for weeks, but because you suddenly got lucky with the points, you feel you’re some kind of threat? The only thing dangerous about you is dandruff falling from your scalp like snowflakes. Head and Shoulders—use it.”
Scarlett turns her attention to Natalya and laughs. “Though, I do agree that you have pushed way past your peak, Nattie. I mean, your best will never live up to Ivelisse, let alone against me. You’re really just living up your past few years in the ring before finally hanging up those shit-stained boots. Much as you wanna be like Bret, honey, you can’t copy and paste a personality. When you finally figure out how to be more entertaining than progressive commercial, maybe people wouldn’t mistake you as part of the decor.” Bordeaux flips her hair as she pushes past both of them to address the crowd. “Fear not, PCW Universe, the Smokeshow isn’t going anywhere anytime soon! I plan to outlast the last champion’s reign and become the longest, greatest champion of all time. And I’ll be damned if two nobodies get in my way.” All three women stare each other down in the ring, all staking their claims of holding the gold by the end of April.
Logan Square Auditorium
Jenny Blake vs Mitchell Knight
The two lock up in the center of the ring with Knight getting the front headlock. Blake shoves his back into the corner and fights her way out with multiple punches to the abdomen. She races in for an attack, but he gets the boot up and leaps to the outside. As Jenny regains her focus, he springboards into the ring with a crossbody for the pin. One...two—Jenny kicks out quick. She’s caught off guard as he drives a sudden knee into the face while trying to stand. Mitchell quickly plants her with the fisherman buster into the pin. One...two...t—Blake kicks out again.
He has her up on the shoulders vertically and she slips out of the hold to connect with a jumping neckbreaker. Knight sits up slowly and Jenny rebounds off the ropes with a neck twist to cover him. He kicks out at two, but she doesn’t slow down. The luchadora quickly springboards off the ropes for a moonsault, but he gets the knees up. Jenny rolls into the ropes as Mitchell goes for another knee. She rolls out the way and rolls him up from behind. One..two—he kicks out. He tries to capitalize, but she gets the arm drag into the armbar. Mitchell isn’t ready to quit and rolls her over, lifting her up off the mat.
Blake quickly releases the hold to land on her feet, but eats a superkick. He rebounds off the ropes and Blake gets the jumping knee to the chest before they’re both on the mat. The crowd cheers them on and they both slowly drag themselves to their feet. Knight moves first with a missed clothesline, but gets the back kick to the gut. He whips her into the corner for a splash, but Jenny gets the boot up. She kicks the gut and climbs the middle turnbuckle for a Canadian Destroyer as he’s hunched over for the pin. One...two...three! Blake receives her first point since returning to PCW.
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Atwell with Brian Pillman Jr.
Pillman marches into the interview area, not even letting Hayley speak as he snatched the microphone from her. His face was darkening to shades of red with every passing second and vein throbbed from his forehead under the skin. “Get. Out.” Hayley immediately left the scene as Pillman looks towards the screen. “I’m sick of the shit. From Allysin to now Balor, I’ve been underestimated time and time again because I’m young and so is my career. After the battle I had with AK, I thought I’d have some respect put on my name despite losing.”
Brian starts to pace as he tries to catch his breath and looks to the camera with wide eyes. “I didn’t make it easy for her and I actually respect her, so Finn? I damn sure won’t take it easy on you. If you want a damn fight so bad, all you had to do was ask. Sweeneymania is weeks away and I’d gladly take you on then and there, embarrassing you on the biggest stage. In all honesty, though? I can’t wait that long. Next week? I’ll show you what this rookie can do.”
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Arisa Hoshiki vs Alexa Bliss
Arisa immediately goes the Brazilian Kick, but Bliss ducks out of the ring to avoid it. She tries to take a breather as Arisa climbs the corner. The champion leaps off with a crossbody that takes them both down to the floor. Hoshiki yanks up Alexa by the hair, but Bliss elbows her in the face and slings the woman into the steel steps. Alexa quickly connects with a dropkick that sends Arisa’s head into the steps. She tosses the champ into the ring for the cover. One...two...th—Arisa kicks out.
Alexa drives fist after fist into the face before dragging Arisa up by the hair for a suplex into the ropes. As Arisa hangs there, Bliss connects with a kick to the side of the head. Hoshiki drops to the mat and Alexa follows up with a neck twist for another close cover. The blonde tries to climb the corner, but Arisa was on her and clobbers the back. She climbs the corner behind Bliss and wastes no time dropping her with an elevated German suplex from the middle corner. They both crash to the mat and Hoshiki crawls into the cover. One...two...th—Alexa kicks out.
Arisa sizes her up and gets the superkick as Alexa is on her knees. She races in with the running knee to knock her down before looking to go up high. Arisa looks for the double foot stomp, but Bliss rolls out the way just in time. She’s slow to her feet as Arisa tries to hastily follow up. Alexa cuts her off with a sharp forearm to the chest and quickly drops Hoshiki with the DDT to put away the champion, earning six points.
Sami Callihan vs Oney Lorcan
Sami misses the immediate bicycle kick and pays for it as Lorcan connects with a clothesline to the back of the head. He stomps on the back to keep Callihan down and rebounds off the ropes for an elbow drop. He rolls Sami over into a one-count pin. As Sami tries to sit up, Oney rebounds again for a low clothesline to the chest. Callihan tries to roll away into the ropes, but Oney connects with a big boot to the face. Callihan rolls out onto the apron to avoid a cover.
Oney wastes no time stepping through the ropes and tries to get Callihan to his feet, but Sami headbutts him suddenly and knees the gut before dropping him with the packaged piledriver onto the apron. He rolls Oney back in with the pin. One...two...th—Lorcan kicks out just in time. Sami makes him pay with multiple fists to the face before yanking Oney up by the ears to sling him into the corner. Sami attacks with multiple clotheslines until Lorcan was dazed and looks for the running boot in the corner.
Oney goes down for another cover, but kicks out at a close count. Sami looks to finish it as he gets Oney up high in the corner, but Lorcan kicks him down and leaps off with a dropkick. He regains momentum with multiple chops to the chest before getting a back spinning elbow to the jaw. Sami is stunned as Oney rebounds off the ropes, but suddenly is caught with a bicycle kick to the jaw and planted with the Cranial Contusion piledriver to end the mat. Sami gains his eighth point.
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Only after disaster can we be resurrected
Sami makes his way up the ramp, sweat still dripping down his facial features as Tyler Breeze makes his appearance. Callihan stomps short of the blonde, facing immediately turning a slight shade of red as Breeze lowers the shades to his nose and laughs. The former champion claps his hands slowly before bringing the mic to his lips. “What an impressive victory over some nobody in PCW, Sami. You’re really proving that you belong in that chamber match.”
Callihan bites the inside of his cheek as he takes a step closer to Breeze. Tyler backs up and holds up a hand. “I didn’t come here to fight. I simply came to send a message. Right now it’s Scarlett, Jackal, Natalya, Ivelisse, and Mitchell who qualify for this chamber. There’s only one spot left as of right now and I’ll be damned if you ruin my chances of becoming a two-time champion.” Sami looks unfazed by his words, but snatches the mic from his hand without hesitation.
“I don’t give a damn about you and your end goal in all of this. The only thing that matters right now is kicking that bitch right in her nose before I take MY title back and reclaim the throne. Before there was a smokeshow, before there was an allegedly pretty prince, there was a death machine. When the title came into my possession, this entire company saw a surge unlike any other. The competition got stiff, the race to beat me was hellish, and I made my opponents regret chasing after me....but it got cut a little short. I didn’t really get my full, so if you plan to stand in my way, pretty boy? I’ll gladly maul your chiselled jawline and ruin your nose job.”
Sami slams the mic into his chest and shoved past Tyler as he exits the arena with Breeze still standing on stage. A slow smile starts to take shape as the stake were suddenly raised as the race to what could be the final spot has begun.
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Next Weekly Show:
Phase Eighty-Six: Homework Assignment
On a long enough time line, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero
The show ended, the lights went down and the entire arena started to empty. The performers in the back made their exits either through the back, trying to remain unnoticed or stopped to take pictures with the fans.
But one of them made the mistake of falling behind. Kenny Omega was still packing his things and saying his goodbyes to the crew as they took down the ring. And then it all went black.
When he woke up, he was in an unfamiliar place, surrounded by water, his breathing was steady but still he couldn't move.
"Well... I did warn you. I couldn't keep giving you just warnings when the time is so close now... Now could I?"
Once his eyes adjusted to his new environment, he was able to make out the shape of Loren Armitage very clearly behind the glass, behind the green tint of whatever his body was floating on.
"Don't worry. You'll have fine company. But unfortunately, you can't leave now. I'll let you go when I see fit. When the right time comes."
He smiled and started to walk away, leaving Kenny Omega inside a large glass tube, from where he could see other figures, some even familiar to him, all in similar vats. With a timer underneath each.