PCW Phase Nine: Talking Houses

The UIC Pavillion was surprisingly loud for being before the actual show. People were amped and some of them were even singing the show's theme early as though that would make it start faster. Fewer seats than usual were filled but those present were mostly very excited to be there. The number of signs present had increased and so the number of people wearing merchandise from the talent.

When the lights finally did dim, the audience began cheering immediately. The first notes of The Phoenix by Fall Out Boy began and people began clapping in time and singing along. When the first chorus hit, Louden ran out and put a hand over his heart in reaction to the beat, looking at the fans and their incredible reactions.

He ran up the ramp and to the apron, jumping up on it and held his mic up to speak.

Gooood evening, Chicago! Now that's the kind of welcome I could get used to.

One person yelled his name and he mock toasted with the mic.

First, I want to thank all of you for the support and for coming out once again to our little show. To those of you that have come once or to every show we've had! We have a lot to be excited about so welcome to Talking Houses and let's hear it for our first bout, a one on one last person standing match! I wanna hear you!

He held out the mic to amplify their applause and cheers.

That's what I wanted to hear!

With that, he rolled out of the ring and sauntered toward the commentary table.

 

Princess Kimber Lee vs "Girl Dynamite" Jenny Blake (Last Woman Standing)

The first thirty seconds of 'Fighter' by Sumo Cyco began to blare throughout the arena. A few moments later, the tiny princess made her way through the curtain and out onto the ramp. A bright smile planted across her lips as she wore a tiara upon her head, a second one held in her hands. Kimber Lee made her way to the ring, smiling brightly and slapping hands with fans. Only stopping halfway around the ring spotting a small girl wearing one of her t-shirts. She gave her a tight hug, placing the extra tiara upon her head before quickly sliding into the ring and into a vertical stance. She gave a bow, smiling brightly as she awaited her opponent in a corner of the ring.

"Call Me Maybe" started playing and the crowd started singing along. Jenny came out just as the song hit the chorus. She smiled, danced, waved her arms, twisted and blew kisses to the audience all the way down the ramp. As she got off of it, she went around giving a high five to everybody in the front row. She then cartwheeled over to the ring, hopping up on the apron and doing a backflip to get in. Before dropping into the ring, she climbed the nearest ring post and blew more kisses, holding one hand back while the other is thrust forward, both making peace signs.

They curtsied at one another and shook hands politely right after the bell rung, but neither of them was willing to go easy on the other. The rules were very simple, the only one to stand through the referee's ten count would be the winner, and with two contention points on the line, they were not about to hold themselves back just out of respect.

The match went as strong as expected from two experienced wrestlers, Princess Kimber Lee's strength gave her the initial advantage, but Blake didn't back down from the challenge and valiantly fought against her opponent, matching her hold for hold, blow by blow. Both of them used every move in their arsenal and their styles complimented each other beautifully.

The high flying lucha moves from Jenny paired up with the Princess' technical ability had the crowd at the edge of their seats, chanting their names equally loud, but ultimately, it was Blake's strong Mexican style that took the victory, and though she had been on the receiving end of four suplexes in a row and could barely stand, her shaking legs were strong enough to hold her still at least until the ten count, after which she went down to her knees to help Kimber Lee up, or at least attempt to, giving her a tight hug just as the referee presented her with her two gold coins.

The ring crew helped the two determined women to the back. Louden was even on the edge of his seat during the match, which wasn't terribly usual for the usually more impartial ring announcer. When the competitors had left the ring, he pulled himself back in and spoke into the mic again.

So, that was a really good way to set the tone for this show in general. What did you think?

He was met with an overwhelming cheer and grinned.

That's what I hoped you'd say. Next up we have a triple threat match. How's that sound?

He stepped aside, ready for the music to begin.

Jack Sexsmith vs Jeff Cobb vs Samoa Joe (Triple Threat)

"Destroyer" by CFO$ hit and Samoa Joe’s music went out to the entrance ramp, seeming unamused and unimpressed as he always was, but with a mission. His signature towel around his neck, he heads down the rampway fairly quickly, ignoring the loud chants of his name in the crowd as he glared down Frankie who was prepared for their match in the ring. Joe got up the steps and then in the ring, going for his signature two fingers in the air to get the crowd riled up and remind that that joe is here on a mission, and that mission is to always do as much damage as possible. 

Korn's Coming Undone started playing, and Jeff Cobb's shadow spread through the ramp like a terrifying monster, even if his attitude opposed how imposing his figure was, the audience still gave way for him. Quiet at the start and getting progressively louder as he approached the ring, the lights increasing in intensity as he moved by them. He removed his shirt once inside the ring, climbing the turnbuckle with ease and dropping to the middle of the ring.

The Divinyls' "I touch myself" started playing and the whole crowd became unhinged, rainbow flags all over the place, hanging from the barricades and waving over heads. Jack Sexsmith walked down the ramp, stripped himself off his jacket and joined the crowd to let himself be hugged and kissed while keeping a watchful eye on his opponents. Sexsmith took his time, the audience was behind him, and he wouldn't let them down. Once he made it inside the ring, he tossed his shirt at the corner and jumped down from the turnbuckle he'd perched himself on.

The three of them looked at one another for a second or two, but Cobb and Joe pushed Jack aside to fight amongst themselves. And while the Pansexual Phenomenon wanted to be included in the fight, and didn't appreciate being underestimated, he also took the smart route and let them fight it out, waiting for the right moment to strike, letting the two tanks tire each other out enough where he'd be able to take them down.

That moment didn't take long, and he had the chance to break up the first pin attempt from Samoa Joe, who immediately jumped after Sexsmith, throwing him against the corner and rushing towards him in time for Jack to land on his chest with the BDSM, jumping off him to hit Cobb, who'd recently gotten back to his feet, with what seemed to be a powerful forearm to the face, but it didn't manage to move him.

The match went on the same way, now with the three men included for a while, but after receiving a muscle buster from Joe, Jack seemed to be out for the count. The two powerhouses fought for a few minutes, and against all odds, despite the previous shows of strength, Jeff Cobb took Samoa Joe for a Tour of the Islands, and before Sexsmith managed to break the pin, the Hawaiian kept the Samoan down for the three count, successfully attaining his two points, for a total of three points for championship contention.

The reaction from the audience was nearly deafening at one point in the match. Several signs were held up in support of at least one of the men in the ring. There were several chants peppered through the matchup as well. Once the wrestlers had made their way out of the ring and to the back, everyone cheering for Cobb, Louden made it back to the ring.

How're we feeling Flockers? We've made it halfway through but we're still just getting started. So, I just have one question for you? ...Who Wants a Ladder Match?!

The crowd let him know just how ready they were for that.

Yeah? Well, Good, because here it comes!

He had a knowing sort of grinning as he hopped back out of the ring.

The Sandman vs Darby Allin (Ladder Match)

Darby Allin's theme, "Runnin outta places," started playing, and the former skater turned demon walked down the ramp. The crowd was split, but he didn't seem to care at all what the fans in attendance thought about him. He entered the ring, and sat down in the corner, holding on to the bottom rope with both hands, with his back against the turnbuckle post.

"Enter Sandman" started playing and the audience went wild. They all stood up and waited to know where Sandman was going to come from. Once he stood from his place on the bleachers, and right when the song picked up, he cracked a beer open and the crowd saw him and moved in his way as he made his run to get to the ring, cigarette, Singapore cane and case of beer with him on his way down there. The crowd got louder and louder as the song progressed, and the beers slowly went one by one as he poured them on fans' mouths.

The whole while, his opponent awaited impavid. Sitting in his spot and casually following him with his eyes, but nothing more. There was no intimidation factor, no sign of fear or idolizing on the younger man's face, if anything, his breathing was a little faster throughout the ordeal, but the presence of the legendary icon didn't seem to faze Darby Allin.

Once his cigarette was done, Sandman entered the ring, and Allin slowly rose to his feet to meet him at the center of it, right under the three gold coins dangling over their heads. The bell rung to signify the start of the match, and neither of them wasted any time in attacking the other. Darby threw himself fearlessly at Sandman with his fists closed, and every attack he made was reciprocated in kind by the ring veteran.

The first one to get a ladder inside the ring, was Sandman, once he'd repeatedly hit Darby's back with his belt, leaving welts on his skin, but just in a second of distraction, Allin had gotten a hold of a chair and was beating him relentlessly with it. Sandman was the first one to bleed, his forehead split open with the chair.

While the legend recovered, Darby took the advantage, climbing up the ladder. He thought about it for a moment, on how easy it would be to just grab the prize right then, but he instead stood at the top of the ladder, jumped off it and landed an elbow drop on the prone Sandman, who barely managed to roll, taking a hit just as Darby did.

Sandman clutched his side, Darby rolled in pain holding his arm, but still, both went for the ladder again, breaking into a full brawl at the top of it which ended on Darby clutching the coins in his hand, dangling from it while Sandman attacked him. Both of them, and the ladder, fell down and Allin flew out of the ring while the Extreme Icon landed on the steps.

Darby, despite being on the outside, curled up and in pain, still held the three points in his hand.

The crowd was usually lively but this particular night, they were so amped up their collective energy could be felt. Louden bounced up from his seat and walked back over to the ring, pulling himself back up and under the second rope.

So, I'm sure you've all noticed the theme here tonight. And this next match... is No Exception! How else could we close out this show but with a Deathmatch?! Alright, here we go!

He hurried back out and away from the ring before the competitiors coul make it in there.

Buddy Murphy vs Diego Alvarez (Deathmatch)

Juan Gabriel's "La Frontera" started playing, and a good portion of the crowd went insane at it, some were dancing, others were just clapping or whistling. Diego Alvarez stepped out and courteously tipped his hat, making his way down the ramp, shaking hands with those who asked for it. They were very excited to see the two-time TWA tag team champion and former Grand Champion show up in their territory, and it showed. 

A Bass Renaissance filled the air to announce the arrival of Buddy Murphy in a very ominous way. The 5'11" Australian came down the ramp, flanked by Tenille Dashwood, Madison Eagles and Mick Moretti, three members of the Rapscallion's Rebellion, who accompanied him to the ring and let him do his entrance while they circled the ring like sharks, stopping at Murphy's corner only when he was face to face with his opponent.

As soon as the deathmatch was announced, members of the ringcrew brought out an assortment of weapons. From the usual chairs, tables, kendo sticks and thumbtacks, to bats, salt, traffic spike strips, staplers, and whatever they could find backstage, it seemed. The crowd, who'd witnessed the first ever PCW Deathmatch had an idea of what to expect and the level of violence they were going to experience, but when the rest of the items started coming, there were some gasps and a lot of talking among them.

After a short handshake, they each picked a weapon, whichever they thought would help them get the job done faster, a kendo stick and a bat were the respective choices for Buddy and Diego. The bell rang and there was nowhere left to hide. They hit each other with everything at their disposal when their first weapon broke or stopped functioning as they wanted it to.

Within just a few seconds, both of them were bleeding, Diego's nose was starting to swell up and Buddy wouldn't stop wiping the blood pouring from his eyebrow and clouding his vision. Soon the blood went beyond just the head, and the welts caused at the start of the match started to split, tiny dots from the back of both competitors from the barbed wire and thumbtacks were starting to leave imprints on the bare white canvas.

Both of them fought strong, tossing one another against bare turnbuckle posts, the barricade, hitting each other with glass bottles and using the legs of the foldable tables almost as spears. Finally, close to the end of the match, Murphy managed to put Diego in a perfectly executed single leg boston crab, but Diego didn't tap. It was only when the referee raised and dropped his hand three times that the match was over. Neither of them could stand by this point, and while the other members of the Rapscallion's Rebellion wanted to help, the medical staff reached the ring first to help both competitors backstage.

The fans of PCW showed their approval with screams, chants, cheers and shouting comments. Louden entered the ring one more time and adjusted his suit, then ran up one spike of his hair.

Alright, Flock! What'd you think?

More of the same intense cheers met him and he took it all in with delight.

Thank you all for joining myself and the rest of PCW here at the UIC Pavillion in Chicago again. We'll see you here next week, same time, same place for our final February show, Phase Ten: Pigs In Space!

The red and orange lights flashed over him before darkening.