PCW Live: Survive
Logan Square Auditorium
Low-Ki (With Salina de La Renta) vs Rhea Ripley
Rhea vs Low-Ki was a hard-hitting match with Ripley showing no mercy against him. She stomps him down into the corner before tossing the smaller man out of the corner. She had every intention of ending this match, but Salina got on the apron. She screeches at Rhea before the blonde tries to swipe at her. Low-Ki tried to roll Rhea up, but she kicks out. The match continues with Low-Ki now beating down on Rhea. He looks to go up high for the foot stomp as Salina cheers him on, but Scarlett races down the ramp and tackles Salina from behind.
The women battle on the outside, distracting Low-Ki and allowing Rhea to knock him down. She rolls up the legs using the ropes to pin the man before rolling out of the ring. Scarlett tosses Salina into the ring but doesn’t chase after her. She grins and requests the mic.
“Karma’s a bitch, but you better believe the Smokeshow is a helluva lot worse. You’ve been a pain in my ass for weeks, but the tables are about to turn, Salina.”
The blonde laughs to herself as she stares down Low-Ki. “You’ve been using your little dog as a way to get the jump on me before, but this time? It’s gonna be different. See...I know plenty of men who would love to have my back.” She winks at the crowd and they cheer her on.
“There’s only one man I could trust to back me up to the fullest, though. He’s been watching and he’s done sitting back whole week after week the two of you jump me.”
Bordeaux pauses for a moment as Salina looks on with a roll of her eyes. “Bring him in, sweetie! I’m not scared!”
“Oh, you don’t have to be scared, Salina. You just need to be aware that this man has a pretty infamous reputation. When he has a target in mind, he makes a special bullet with their name on it...and rarely does he ever miss. Next week...the two of us against the both of you.”
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Jay Lethal on Kyle O'Reilly
Lethal stands in the ring with a mic in hand and looking very displeased. He ignores the fans as they boo him heavily and clears his throat. “Last week was a fluke. Kyle O’Reilly simply caught me off guard. Nothing more or less. There is no doubt in my mind that he could never beat me twice. He’s proud of his little victory over me, but I’m the best in the world.”
Jay pauses as the crowd becomes even more vicious with their boos, but he doesn’t flinch and instead smiles. “It’s hard to accept the truth, I know. If Kyle were standing before me, he wouldn’t be able to handle it, either. You win some and you lose some, but what sets me apart from anyone else on this roster is that I excel in this ring. There isn’t a single person who can do what I do and that’s why I’m the best. A one-hit wonder could never take that away from me. Kyle can be proud of himself. I will let him have his moment because I will go on to make several moments far grander than he could ever dream of. I—“
“Shut the hell up, Jay. We’re all sick and tired of hearing your excuses,” Kyle says as he makes an appearance. “You keep saying it was a fluke, that I just surprised you, but shouldn’t the best always be prepared for a fight? And really you had a week to prepare for this fight. I made it clear you were on my hit list when I returned, yet you still lost. You lost because you just weren’t the best that night. I was.”
“You? The best? You’re not even in the top ten best competitors that this company has to offer, but you claim to be better than me?! You’ve said a lot of crazy things, O’Reilly, but this is by far the craziest of them all.” Jay nodded his head thoughtfully as he continued. “You did beat me, pinned me in the middle of the ring...but I BROKE you in the middle of the same ring. I didn’t just make you tap out, I put you on the shelf and I could do it a hundred times over. You? You could never beat me again.”
“Is that right? You believe that you can take me out again? You’re good, Jay. I really have no issue admitting that...but you’ll never be better than me. Snapping my arm proved that. It proved that you’d rather take me out completely than truly capture the victory...because you know you can’t. If you wanna take nearly breaking my arm as a win, sure. Take what you get because you haven’t really been able to get a real win since...March? April? The truth is, though, you didn’t win. You copped out, took another route because you know that I could have beaten you even without my arm. You knew they would stop the match, but you also know I would’ve found another way.”
Jay stares him down, saying absolutely nothing as Kyle grins.
“You can attempt to prove me wrong, though. You and me—submission match. Not just any submission match, though. No Holds Barred. Submission only. I’ll show what it’s like to be broken.”
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Alexxis Nevaeh vs Alexa Bliss vs Becky Lynch
Alexa fought hard against both women, looking to take out Becky with a forearm before planting her with a cutter. She hooks the leg, but Bliss breaks it up. She beats down on Alexxis and tosses her out of the ring before finishing Lynch off with the Insult to Injury signature move. She pins the redhead for two points. She wasn’t done, though. The blonde requests a mic and smirks. “While Shaul Guerrero has been taking a vacation, I’ve been competing to earn those silly points in order to beat her. While she’s leeching off of Eddie’s name, I’ve been forging myself into a star by simply being better than her and everyone on this roster.”
Bliss smiles and twirls one of her pigtails. “The problem with Shaul as champion is that she’s all hype and no substance. Where has she been? What matches has she been in since I knocked her on her ass at Sweeneymania? She got one, little sneak attack on me and never showed her face again. It’s obvious she’s getting lax and honestly, PCW deserves a better champion than that. They deserve a goddess.”
“They deserve a goddess? Really?” Guerrero says as she appears on the ramp. “I’m getting real sick of your shit, Bliss. I’m done talking, done with sneaky crap. You wanna have a go at the champion, then step your ass in the ring next week. Beat me and you’ll have enough points to face me whenever you want for the gold. If it somehow comes to that, I’ll be ready and willing to dispel this goddess and nothing more than a myth. I’m going to show these people that the real substance lies with a Guerrero.”
Corvus vs Phil Jackal (Future Phoenix Championship)
Phil and Corvus lock up with Corvus getting the headlock early on. He quickly plants Jackal with a double underhook suplex for a quick pin. Jackal kicks out and swipe the legs for a quick pin. Corvus kicks out, as well. The two lock up again and Jackal gets the knee into the abdomen before taking the champion down with a Frankensteiner. Corvus rolls out of the ring and Phil had no trouble following him with a springboard moonsault. Corvus catches him, however, and rams the shoulder into the ring post before dropping the face onto the apron. The champion tosses Jackal into the barricade before stomping down on him as the referee counts.
Corvus sends him back into the ring for the pin. Jackal kicks out at two. Corvus forced him to his feet, looking for a spinebuster, but Jackal counters into a DDT. He slowly gets to his feet and connects with a double foot stomp for the pin. Corvus kicks out again. Jackal sends him into the corner and drives multiple kicks to the chest before connecting with a roundhouse to the head. Corvus slumps down and Jackal races forward for the double knees. Corvus rolls out of the way in time and follows up with a backstabber from the corner for the pin. Jackal still kicks out. Corvus tries setting Phil up for an Argentine backbreaker, but Phil counters into a crucifix pin. Corvus kicks out, but Jackal sets him up for the superkick and takes the champion down. Instead of the pin, he goes up high and lands a Shooting Star Press to hook the legs and become the new champion.
Jackal celebrates with his new championship, holding it up high with the King of Highflying title that he’s yet to put away, despite it not being a true PCW championship. He exits the ring and leaves Corvus dazed and confused. However, he’s not alone for long. Bray and Sami make their way down the ramp with Bray demanding he take Corvus. Before he enters the ring, Indigo races down the ramp up and tries to save him. Wyatt, however, was not having that. He grabbed Indigo once entering the ring and overpowered her. He tossed her outside the ring as Callihan continued to lift Corvus on his shoulder. Both meh carried the former champion off, leaving Indigo alone.
Team R.A.W. vs Sabre & Trivet
Trivet has Carmella on the ropes at first. Zara has interfered while the referee was distracted to turn the tide. When Tessa went after her, it allowed Spike to choke the woman against the ropes indefinitely. He was now looking to finish her off as he puts her on the shoulders, but she elbows her way out of it. She forearms him and takes him out with a running crossbody, but can’t get the pin. She catches him with a huracarrana as he stands to send him out of the ring. He remains on the outside, recuperating.
His peace of mind doesn’t last long because the lights flicked incessantly. Upon the ramp, the familiar face of Pavor stood with a wide grin. Spike raced back into the ring, more out of shock than fear, but eats a superkick from Carmella for the pinning victory. Zara glares down at Pavor, pissed that he cost Spike, and marched up the ramp. “I destroyed one doll and I’ll do it again, you freak!” She shrieked, but Pavor was not in the mood for games. He grabbed her by the neck and threw her aside, sending Zara over the ramp and to the floor.
Tessa and Carmella slink away past Pavor, but he pays them no mind. His eyes remain focused on Trivet. The man backs away closer to the ropes as Pavor closes the gap between them. With every flicker, he seems to snap closer and closer. He crawls into the ring slowly, inching towards Spike. The man’s face turns a pale white as he looks on in horror now, unsure of what Pavor could want. Revenge maybe? Spike closed his eyes, awaiting whatever was to come, but as Pavor was just centimetres from his face, the lights stopped flickering and he was gone.
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Indigo and Havoc
Indigo looks over Hania as she sleeps soundly in the confined room. Mecha and Baron helped subdue her for the time being. They were keeping watch as she tried to use the methods Corvus gave her to free Hania, or at least help control her feral side. There was a sudden struggle outside the room that caught her attention and she raced past the door to find Jimmy and the Pack squaring off.
Baron had Havoc from behind by the arms as Mecha struck his abdomen over and over. As much as Indigo hated him, if Corvus was here, he’d stop this.
“Enough! Let him go.”
They both looked at her in confusion, but eventually, Baron lets Jimmy slump to his knees. He coughs up a bit of blood and glares as Wolf before spitting blood in his direction.
“Filthy fucking animals...”
“Why are you here, Jimmy? As I’m sure you saw, Corvus was captured by Sami and Bray. He’s not here.”
“I’m actually curious as to why you aren’t looking for him,” Havoc states. “He’s supposed to be your friend...or was I mistaken?”
“He...there’s nothing I can do for him now and I have to help Hania first.”
“Help her?! This damned beast over my son? YOUR friend?! Or were you just using him to gain back Hania this whole time?”
“I would never do that and you know it. In case you forgot, he wanted to help her just as much as I do.”
“It’s because of her that he’s gone now. It’s because of you that he’s in the slightest bit of danger!”
“That’s not true!”
Indigo stood to her feet and crossed the short distance to slap Jimmy across the face. “Never say that again. He’s just as much of a friend as Hania, but I can’t do anything for him. I don’t even know where they took him.” Havoc hardly flinched from the slap, but eyes burned a fiery red momentarily before he regained composure.
“If he turns up dead...so will you.”
Killer Kross vs MJF and Mitchell Knight
This match was brutal from start to finish. Kross was manhandling both men despite this being a two-on-one situation. Kross planted Mitchell with a cradled powerbomb for the pin, but MJF saved the matchup. He made sure to keep Killer Kross grounded before Mitchell tags him in officially. MJF drops a knee to the face before hooking the leg. Kross powers out. The man slowly rises and MJF looks to stop him in his tracks with a dropkick. He tags in Mitchell again and the man kicks Kross out of the ring before going for a suicide dive. Kross smartly sidesteps Mitchell and the man went crashing into the barricade.
Kross tosses him into the steel steps before MJF races on the apron and leaps for the axehandle. Kross catches him for a chokeslam to the floor. He tosses both men back in, using Mitchell to scoop slam him ontop of MJF for the pin. The bottom man kicks out, helping Mitchell get the shoulder up, as well. Kross begins to lose his patience as he lifts up MJF high in the air before dropping him down to the mat. Mitchell was next, but the young man escapes and kicks the back of the knee. Kross drops down and Mitchell follows up with a snapmare that plants the face to the mat for the pin.
One...t—Kross powers out again. Knight continues the offence and eventually tags MJF back in, but unfortunately he MJF is no match for Kross and is planted with the Doomsday Saito to finish the match.
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Harlow and Corvus
Corvus was strapped down to a table, but it was hard to make out exactly where. The camera recording kept moving from side to side as if scouting for any sort of intrusion. The young man simply stared blankly at the ceiling. He wasn’t attempting to escape. In the distance, a cloaked figure was standing at a counter with their back to him. As they started to hum, it became clear it was a woman. She turned to the side, her face still in the shadows, but her hands working to crush ingredients together in a bowl. Corvus breathed in deeply and that caught her attention. She smiles and walks over to him. “Almost done, darling.”
The familiar voice of Harlow. Corvus blinked but said nothing to her. It was like he was in a trance. The priestess only took a few more moments before approaching him again with the bowl. She caked her Palm with a green mixture and lightly ran her fingers against his wound from Hania’s bite. “There-there, sweetie. This will only burn for a second...” He grimaced and his body stiffened, but the blank stare remained. Harlow put the bowl away before looking down at Corvus with solemn eyes. “I did not want to have you here like this...like a prisoner. You’ve always been mine and they took you from me. They stole you from me...and you willingly went with them. How could you, Corvus?” He didn’t respond.
Harlow sighs and starts to hum again, busily working on yet another mixture. “I know what will make you mine forever, my love. I know just the thing...”
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