Nick Stevenson vs Jack Purcell

[Drama Queen]

Nick Stevenson: http://www.efedknights.com/boards/index.php?topic=4532.msg44798#msg44798

Jack Purcell: http://www.efedknights.com/boards/index.php?topic=4532.msg44227#msg44227

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

Goes Stevenson's fist against the firm oak paneled door. There is obviously a note attached to the door right in his line of vision, but Nick isn't one to make a request via a drop box slot or email. When you're an athlete of such high esteem, you make them in person to the head. In addition, you expect the organizer of the tournament to be responsible enough to have some minimum wage ditz in his office to forward your request.

Another triple set of knocks raps against the oak, and a loud sigh emanates from the PWR Rebirth Champion. Once again his eyes scan over the note, completely ignoring the detail that said 'you may step inside' the first time around. Just as he turns the golden door handle, there's a resistance on the other side.

"Well so much for that, the damn door's locked."

His grip releases from the handle, and he raises his fist to knock just once more before giving up and going the email route. Before he can smack that scarred up knuckle against wood, the door swings open and he comes face to face with what he can only assume is one of the 'faceless secretaries' mentioned upon in the note. Nick jumps back with widened eyes and utters, "what the FUCK happened to your face?!?!"

There is no answer, as the faceless woman before him has no mouth with which to speak. What is where her face should be is two miniature brown eyes, two holes resembling malformed nostrils, and a fleshed over mound where the mouth usually is. She waves Stevenson in the office, but he's hesitant as he can't believe someone would hire such a grotesque freak show to be their secretary.

"Holy shit, Drama Queen wasn't kidding in that note."

As much as Stevenson would've dreaded dealing with some oiled up fruit in a speedo, he's dreading even communicating with this semblance of a woman. Cautiously he steps into the well maintained office, and right up to the secretary desk where the faceless wonder now sits, staring at him intently.

"Um, can you pass along a message for me?"

That tightly coiled bun of auburn hair bobs up and down, nodding to his request as he tries to avoid staring at her lack of a face.

"There's this little pimply bitch that keeps on calling me out in his promos. His name is Jack Purcell, one of the participants in this tournament. He keeps on saying I'm scared, too chicken shit to face him, when in reality Watkins ain't gonna book a curtain jerker like him against his top star. So since I can call out anyone I want in this tournament, I'll accept his damn challenge."

Miss Faceless reaches for a yellow notepad on her desk, and scribbles in the request under two other requests. Upon completion she goes back to staring at Stevenson in a haunting manner.

"I appreciate it." Stevenson starts to walk away, but stops because he just HAS to find out the answer to a question that has been bugging him the last two minutes. He turns around, saying, "Seriously, what happened to your face?"

That odd stare of hers infects Nick's memory for several seconds, then she tears out a yellow piece of paper from the notepad under the requests. She gets to work with a busy hand, drawing a picture for him. The picture raises up with both hands after completion, showing a crudely drawn car hitting a stick figure.

"Oh."

The paper drops and once again that stare shoots his way. Two eyebrows raise as Nick walks out the office, mouthing 'wow' at the abnormality. One thing is for sure, there is plenty of  ahead for him to get his mind off of what he just witnessed.

Jack Purcell walks into the office of his own agent, Maxwell. With a smile on his face, he greets him but Maxwell isn't so happy to see his client, "I'm not approving about the stunt you pulled last week, my office still smells of eggs." Maxwell said as Jack started to laugh to himself, "Now why have you visited me at this point? You never come to see me unless told to."

"Yeah, well I know you're the man who knows of my status in this upcoming tournament I've been booked into." Jack said, as he sat in the chair opposite his agent.

"That's right." Maxwell replied slowly, interested to see where this was going.

"Well it seems that world on the block is saying someone by the name of Nick Stevenson has noticed me talking some 'trash' and has made a challenge." Purcell said before continuing, "Well, if Stevenson really wants to embarrass himself then I'll be happy to proove that Brandon Watkins has no clue how to book his girlfriend's favourite wrestler."

"Ah Jack, that's a bit harsh." Maxwell said, noticing Jack's comment.

"Harsh?" Jack said, "There's no such thing as harsh in this industry, if Watkins can't handle it then he should be more than happy to put his champion up against me but surely he doesn't have the guts to do that, he knows that Stevenson would be humiliated by the guy he's intent of pinning down in the midcard until I retire. Stevenson on the other hand has been pushed further than a Jade Goody story in The Sun - we grew sick of it after the first time." Jack took a pause before continuing, "So if Stevenson wants me to embarrass him then so be it. And seeing as this isn't a PWR show meaning his title couldn't be put up for grabs, I want something else when I win."

"What exactly could that be?" Maxwell asked, Purcell put his hand up towards him indicating for him to hush down while he thinks.

"How about his little nickname." Purcell says with a grin on his face, "That's it Maxwell! I want you to call Drama Queen's faceless employee and tell her to book it, Stevenson vs. Purcell but in order to prove just who is 'Mr. Violence', why don't we add an element of danger in this match, I'll let you decide on that." Purcell said as he stood up and started to leave, "See you later Maxwell."

Maxwell shook his head as Purcell left, knowing full well Purcell wasn't thinking when putting up stipulations like that, but doing what he had to do, he dialed up, getting the answer machine, he left his message quickly...

"Jack Purcell vs. Nick Stevenson - Hardcore Match. Think about it..."

[Binge]

The camera pans around the locker room to where Jack Purcell sits in a corner, isolated on his own, a cheeky smile of a youthful wrestler comes across his face as he begins to talk.

JP: So finally I get what I have been longing for all this time, a match with the PWR Champion, the man who prides himself on being so violent and being the 'top dog' in PWR.

Purcell laughs as he goes to continue.

JP: Top dog? Give me a break. If anyone is the top dog in PWR it's me, it's Jack Purcell, the most naturally talented guy in all of wrestling today, the only thing hindering the public's approval of this statement is how Brandon Watkins insists on holding me back, time after time after time. Oh, and of course the idiotic blindness of the general public as a whole. The fact they cheer that Stevenson every single time he comes out to the ring, it makes me sick to the stomach.

Purcell shakes his head, an expression of dissatisfaction on his face.

JP: I mean, look at me! Look at this face! This is the real money maker, this is the reason I am your girlfriend's favourite wrestler, this is why I am the highlight of the night! This is what sells out the arenas world wide! The most handsome man in all of sports entertainment, it just suits so well with my unparalell talent. Yet still, Stevenson doesn't realise it. He's so caught up in his own little world as PWR champion that he just can't understand the threat that I am.

Purcell laughs at that thought as he looks to his wrist, reading the time on his watch.

JP: Your time is running out Stevenson, enjoy what you've got left mate.

Purcell sniggers to himself before walking out of the locker room.

[Nick]

(Bright California sunlight greets the viewers as we fade into a shot of a pool, a rather nice one at that. Black wrought iron fencing surrounds the outside perimeter, and beyond that is a gorgeous view of the Del Mar countryside. Positioned in front of the pool is a ribbon back white pool chair and a glass side table with a tumbler full of amber liquid on it. Stepping into the scene is Nick Stevenson, wearing a pair of silver Dragon shades along with a plain white t-shirt and a black pair of board shorts. His signature cocky smirk graces the camera as he takes a seat, and makes use of both armrests as if it were a throne.)

TNT: Welcome to my humble abode. Just a few hours from now, this place will be packed with two hundred of my closest friends, acquaintances, and business partners enjoying barbecue, beers, and a private fireworks display. Now, normally I would do a promo in one of your standard promo areas, such as in front of a wall with a federation banner on it, in a ring of a house show, or even something so terribly cliche' as a locker room. But being I seemingly forgot about Jack Purcell, which is a very easy thing to do mind you, my agent reminded me. Therefore, I shall address his pitiful comments on short notice, and "get some heat going" for our specialty match.

(That smirk drops, and is followed by a clear of the throat.)

TNT: Jack Purcell, you should feel goddamn lucky that I'm giving you some of my time right now. I hope you've closed down a couple of your twink laden browser windows, giving me your full attention. I'll give you some time to do that.

(In the meantime Stevenson enjoys a gulp of the amber liquid. Johnny Walker Blue label for those who are interested.)

TNT: Okay, now that I have that attention, know this: you are not worth the reputation you build yourself up to be. Ever since you arrived in PWR, you proclaimed yourself to be some sort of pro-wrestling messiah. The man who would 'save' PWR and put it on the map. A chunk of time beating up lowly scrubs in HIW gave you a reason to come into a fed I helped build and try to become the face of it. Did you succeed? Oh god no. You didn't even make it past mid-card, hell you barely were mid-card. At one time I will admit, I thought you had a bit of promise. You're a decent high flyer, you have the confidence needed to succeed, and you're not bad on the mic. But all that promise went down the shitter every damn time you lost the Armored Core Title. Surely it says something that you were able to become a champion, but the ways in which you lost that belt, and how many times you lost that belt make you into a bigger joke than the Masked Marvel. At least with Marvel it's deliberate, with you it's just complete failure. You could've taken that title and made it more than just the enhancement talent title, instead you made it into the reject belt. In other words, when you fail at every other title, come take a shot at the belt anyone can hold. You proved to me nothing with those pathetic reigns, one of them being barely ten seconds. Every other division has champions that can keep a title and hold on to it. For instance, me entering my sixth month as the Rebirth Champion. But you, just another bitch that was happy to have his name in the record books, even though it means jack shit. Just having you listed as a PWR champ made the entire fed look bad. I tell ya, I'm fucking glad you handed in your resignation, because it's people like you that hold back PWR from ever being able to compete with VWF or TFWF. As long as PWR keeps around stagnant pussies like you, the fed itself will remain stuck in the number 3 spot.

(Nick leans into the camera, getting more into the career insulting.)

TNT: Hopefully now we can keep on progressing being that you've jumped overboard. With new talent such as Clyde Williams, Jimmy Malaspino, and Lance Diamond, I don't think that will be a problem. Your queer ass can go back to a fed like HIW where you can beat up all the people who could never make it in PWR, and best of all, you don't have to be put in your place by Brandon Watkins. Oh wait that's right, you said you were held down...whatever. True talent doesn't allow itself to be held down, it succeeds even through the boos, the trash thrown at them, and the resentment of their peers. I was once booed to all hell, yet the fans grew to love me because even at the ripe old age of 39, I'm one of the best damn performers on the roster. I go out there and put my body on the line because I know I don't have a lot of time left. But instead of staying around and putting on atrocious matches at age 50, I'd rather burn myself out for the fans and give them matches leaving them on the edge of their seat. And once we meet for the tourney, it won't be any different. While I may not respect you Jack, I respect the people that will pay to see me beat the living shit out of you, and for that I'll give them a match to remember. You made a crucial mistake challenging me to a hardcore match. I didn't get the nickname 'Mr. Violence' from occasionally swinging a chair or putting some ham and egger through a table. I got it by destroying human lives in every continent around the globe for the last twenty years. People have died in the ER from facing me. I've been taken to court for attempted murder, when some dickhead like you was stupid enough to stack the chips and sign a fed protected contract. While many of those years may be behind me, I don't mind proving to some cocky kid who has to take growth hormones to have facial hair that I'm the real deal.

(A thumb points to his chest as he says 'the real deal', signifying his overwhelming confidence.)
 
TNT: The whole reason I turned down your request for this to be a winner gets the nickname Mr. Violence match is because you aren't the least bit violent. Had you put on at least ONE bloody, athletic, fans chanting HOLY SHIT match in PWR, you'd get that request granted. But you couldn't do that, so you get fucking denied boy. It has nothing to do with me fearing losing my nickname, it has everything to do with you being some emaciated twat who's about as hardcore as the gay porn he spanks off to. You want to think of me as just some old man? You want to challenge me at my own game? Well prepare to eat your words and possibly your tongue. Because when you're going into seizures from how hard I knock you out, you're going to need a medic to pull it out of your throat to keep from choking to death. This is legit kid, there's no way you're going to back out from this mauling.

(With that being said, Nick nods with intent as the camera fades to black.)

[Binge]

The locker room is empty bar one man, Jack Purcell sits on a bench, his headphones plugged in with a big pair of sunglasses over his face. He pulls the headphones out and removes the glasses, squaring up to the camera.

JP: A lack of success in PWR? Why is it such a big deal to you Nick? Any federation that stage a washed up joke like you isn't even worth my time mate. The problem with you Nick is that you are too afraid to call it a day, you're going to be lurking around this profession for years to come until someone takes you out for good. And unfortunately for you, it's me that's going to do it. I'm young, I haven't even reached my prime yet still with so much ahead of me, I am still so much better than you.

Purcell laughs to himself.

JP: Better looking, better in the ring, better at everything. Every time you go out there and get those cheers and chants from the PWR fans, you lap it up, you know your days are numbered and each time you go out there you make the most of it because you know that the only fans that are stupid enough to cheer for a joke like you are the ones over at Phoenix Wrestling Revolution. It's not my fault that Watkins booked me so fucking badly that I ended up so demotivated I had to quit but this match is different. It's one I've wanted for a long time Nick. I'm feeling as motivated to kick your ass as anyone has and it's just a damn shame that you're treating me like some form of joke.

Purcell pauses once again as he goes to continue once more.

JP: So you can talk all day long about how you want to knock me out so hard but let's face the facts Nick. An old man like you isn't even going to touch me. Forget about your big matches in PWR, the hell in a cell with Rage and that other washed up failure. You're playing with the superstar of today now, your girlfriend's favourite wrestler. Not some old man that the women at the bingo hall are rooting for with all their hearts. You're fighting Jack Purcell here, not your next resident at the local OAP home.

Purcell sniggers at his joke.

JP: So talk the talk all you want Stevenson because you're going to need a zimmoframe to walk the walk when I'm done with you.

[Drama Queen]

Nick's version via PM...


MAIN EVENT

Nick Stevenson vs. Jack Purcell

[[Frederick Alpine and Marcus Benjamin make their way down to ringside, carrying with them the usual announcer notes. The crowd gives a decent reaction for the PWR play by play team as they take their seats and put on their headsets.]]

Benjamin: Ya know this may sound funky, but ain't nothin' better than sittin' in a seat already warm from multiple asses.

Alpine: Yes it does sound funky, but it is comforting. Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the main event of what has already been a spectacular tournament!!

Benjamin: You sure dis' is tha main event son? Cuz' ain't nobody told me tha damn line-up all night.

Alpine: I can only assume Marcus. Anyways we're here, and up next is a match-up of a former multiple time PWR champion and current Siberian Wrestling star, facing off against the current PWR Rebirth champion, Nick Stevenson.

Benjamin: For those who don't know, I like to call Nick Baldy McFuckhead because that's exactly what he is, a bald fuckhead.

Alpine: Well be grateful Marcus, he requested that you call his match-up here tonight.

Benjamin: I'll make sure to send him a drive-by singin' telegram.

Alpine: These competitors have waged in a war of words leading up to this event, and with it being a hardcore match, these two are sure to want to kill each other in that ring.

Benjamin: Yo, I may hate Baldy McFuckhead but damn do he do a good job with the shit talkin'. About tha only thing grandpa can do well.

Alpine: That he does. Standing in the ring is our very own PWR announcer Veronika Starr, take it away Veronika!!!

Benjamin: More like take it off baby, DAYUM!!

[[The camera switches to the ring where the lovely Veronika Starr waits, showing off her glorious bleached chompers to the hooting and hollering crowd.]]

Starr: The following match up is scheduled for one fall, and is a hardcore match!!!

[[Cheers from the crowd are drowned out by '4st 7lb.' by The Manic Street Preachers. Out through the curtains comes Jack Purcell, looking intent and focused while he looks to both sides of the arena. He slowly walks down the ramp as the opening riff strings along, bursting into a full band rock session as he reaches the bottom.]]

Starr: Introducing first, from London, England, weighing in at 217 pounds, he is a former HIW Barely Legal Champion and multiple time PWR Armored Core Champion, 'The Suicidal Sickness' JACK PURCELL!!!

[[The boos of the fans go ignored as he jumps up onto the apron and hops in the ring, beginning a back and forth pace with his head down. Every once in awhile he slams a fist into his palm, looking ready to go.]]

Alpine: This is a completely different Jack Purcell than what I'm used to. Where's the flashy vest and the crowd instigating?

Benjamin: Bein' locked up in a cold Siberian cell with other psychopaths will toughen up just about anyone. Bout' time Purcell stopped bein' a twink.

Alpine: One thing is for certain, Purcell has promised to give TNT a match he soon won't forget.

Benjamin: He better, cuz' I'm havin' a hard time forgetting about how damn queer he looked in those cheetah print tights.

[[Purcell's music fades out, and as it does he plops down in the far corner, slouched against the bottom rope. The lights dim and 'Threshold' by Slayer breaks the silence. A red spotlight shoots down onto the entranceway, and through the curtains steps Nick Stevenson with the PWR Rebirth Championship strapped around his waist. Fireworks pop off from the entrance ramp in a sudden thick burst, spelling out 'TNT' in the air above as the crowd roars. Stevenson makes his way to ringside bathed in the red spotlight, ignoring the fans as usual.]]

Starr: And the challenger!!! From San Diego, California, weighing in at 247 pounds, he is the current PWR Rebirth Champion and a legend in the industry, 'Mr. Violence' NICK STEVENSON!!!

[[When Stevenson reaches ringside, he unstraps the Rebirth Title from his waist and stares straight into the eyes of his relaxed opponent. While maintaining that glare, he throws the Rebirth Title to the timekeeper who luckily catches it. Stevenson takes the ring steps and steps into the ring, cracking his neck as he stares down Purcell.]]

Alpine: Stevenson looks incredibly focused tonight. Although I must say he hasn't been in a hardcore match in at least a year, so that could play a factor in this match-up.

Benjamin: He's already four times older than Purcell, that be enough of a factor as is.

Alpine: Actually two times older Marcus. But with age comes experience, something Stevenson does have on his side as was documented in his promos leading up to this match.

Benjamin: With age comes Metamucil, daily naps, and adult diapers, all are things Baldy is familiar with.

[[In a blink the lights go back on and Stevenson's music fades. Veronika steps out of the ring, and as soon as she does the bell rings.]]

DING DING DING!!!

[[Stevenson walks over and waves up Purcell, basically letting him know he needs to get his lazy ass up. Leisurely Purcell pulls himself up and walks towards Stevenson. Purcell reaches out a hand for a hand shake, and Nick Stevenson doesn't hesitate to slap it away. Purcell shrugs his shoulders and drives a low dropkick into Stevenson's knee, then starts chopping away at that knee with stiff leg kicks as Nick tries to stand. Nick grabs one of Purcell's kicks with one hand then grabs his ankle, knocking him to the floor with an ankle pick. Purcell tries to throw some up kicks, but Stevenson drops into his guard and starts pounding the side of his head with taped fists. Purcell reaches up and locks onto Stevenson, holding him tight to prevent strikes. Stevenson tries to struggle out of it but Purcell is holding on tight for dear life, restricting Nick from doing anything more than small punches to the head. The referee steps in, patting Stevenson on the shoulder and telling him to release the hold due to inactivity. Stevenson stands up, looking a little annoyed.]]

Alpine: Stevenson looks frustrated at not being able to work his technique on the ground.

Benjamin: Aw fuck that retirement home bound colostomy bag. He shouldn't have been trying to hump Purcell in the first place.

Alpine: I believe he was trying to work ground and pound Marcus, and Purcell was doing his best to prevent that.

Benjamin: He really needs to stop that MMA bullshit. This is mothafuckin' pro wrasslin', ain't no missionary the Brit contest.

[[As soon as Purcell stands, he goes for a nut shot which Nick catches. However Purcell modifies that and uses it for an enziguri variation, cracking Stevenson to the mat!! He does a standing moonsault right after, flattening Nick back on his stomach as he tries to stand. Purcell circles around to Nick's legs and hooks him for a wheelbarrow suplex, but can only hook one leg while the other leg kicks him in the chest, knocking him back. Stevenson rolls up to a stand and bull rushes Purcell, using his power to push Purcell to the far corner. Once in the corner, he smothers Purcell with an elbow across the neck, then uses his other hand to punch Purcell in the face!! The crowd counts along as each stiff shot smashes Purcell in the cheek, up until the ref grabs Stevenson's arm at '6', pulling him off as the crowd jeers. Stevenson gets up in the referee's face, screaming, "THIS IS A HARDCORE MATCH!!!" All the referee can do is point to his officiating badge and raise his hands in the air. Meanwhile Purcell has dropped down to a crouch, and is pulling something out from his boot strap.]]

Alpine: Stevenson better pay attention, Purcell is reaching for something in his boot!!!

Benjamin: Mothafucka don't even remember to close his mouth, how the hell he gonna remember to pay attention?

Alpine: He's definitely letting his anger get the better of him, and the last thing I want to see is Stevenson get disqualified.

Benjamin: He ain't getting DQed Alpo, all that damn ref can do is stop him, he can't throw him out of a hardcore match. Hell if I were that ref I'd chill out on that shit, McFuckhead don't care about skinning a zebra.

[[Out from Purcell's boots he pulls a pair of nun chucks while the fans boo. Stevenson turns around to a lunging crack of wood upside his face, knocking him back!!! Purcell swings again, this time with a backfist nun chuck shot to the cheek, dropping Stevenson to the mat!! Stevenson is on all fours, and Purcell hooks the nun chuck chain around his neck, choking him with it!!! He even presses a foot against Stevenson's back for leverage, adding extra pressure as the steel chain turns Nick's face red!!! Boos circulate from the audience as Purcell releases and stands proudly over Nick with with the nun chucks, even doing a little show for the fans as he twirls them around in his best Bruce Lee impersonation. He then throws the nun chucks out to the crowd, who leap up to grab the ebay worthy item. Purcell lifts up Stevenson and places him in his lap, then picks him up and drops him with a cradle piledriver!! Purcell places a boot on Nick's chest for the cocky cover.]]

1...

[[Stevenson kicks out no problem, and Purcell takes that boot and stomps on his chest because of it.]]

Alpine: Those nun chucks have taken the momentum out of TNT temporarily, and Purcell is doing his best to keep the veteran grounded.

Benjamin: McFuckhead gonna be pissed when he get up. If I were Purcell I'd tell that fat bitch in the front row to sit on his chest while I kick him in the face.

Alpine: Excuse me, that's my sister!!!

Benjamin: Like I said, that fat bitch.

[[Purcell drops a leg drop over Nick's head, springs up and drops another leg drop, then tops it off with a double knee drop to the forehead!!! Nick stomps from the pain as Purcell steps away from Nick, crouching for a maneuver. As soon as Nick comes to a weary stand, Purcell flies at Nick for a flying elbow. Nick ducks the move and spins a right roundhouse kick his way, which Purcell just barely ducks. Purcell leaps up with a backflip dropkick, knocking Nick to the mat. Purcell then pulls Nick up by his ears and hooks him for a belly to belly suplex. He rears back for the throw, but Stevenson blocks it with his leg. Before Purcell can try again, Stevenson smashes a headbutt into his eyebrow and grabs his torso. He pushes Purcell up against the ropes and hooks one of his arms, preventing Purcell from slamming or escaping. With his free hand he sends several fists towards his eye, along with several knees to the sternum for good measure. After a good seven seconds of pelting Purcell against the ropes, the referee stops Stevenson once again, which results in a large amount of boos from the audience. Stevenson screams in his face, and the ref makes the hand motions of 'no closed fists' to which Stevenson screams, "OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!" He shoves the referee on his ass then turns to Purcell hanging off the ropes. He grabs him by the neck with one arm, then slams a standing clothesline into him that knocks him up and over the top rope!!!]]

Benjamin: I think Baldy done had it with dat' ref. He may be a wanna-be fighter and an old feeb, but let him go on with his dusty ass.

Alpine: One thing I've learned from being around Nick is it's not a good idea to make him angry. He's even more dangerous than usual.

Benjamin: Word. You shoulda seen him when they wouldn't give him a senior citizen discount at Denny's. Fool went berserk on the bus boy. Kid can't even talk anymore, he just writes post-it notes with his toes.

Alpine: I believe everything except for the part about the senior citizen discount.

[[Stevenson turns his attention to the referee, who is now in badge pointing mode over Stevenson shoving him. He gets a boot to the gut, scooped in Nick's lap, and powerbombed over the top rope onto Purcell who just begins to stand!!! The two crash in a heap as the first "HOLY SHIT!!!" chant gets rolling through the crowd. Stevenson hops to the outside and picks up Purcell, hoisting him up and dropping him crotch first over the guardrail with a manhattan drop!! "OHHSS" flow through the arena as Purcell dangles there, wincing in pain. Stevenson follows it up with a swift spinning back kick, knocking Purcell off the guardrail and into the first row. Stevenson hops over the guardrail and grabs Purcell in a headlock, dragging him over into the open area separating the front rows. He then starts slamming fists into his head, connecting with three hard punches before diving forward for a bulldog on the concrete. However Purcell is able to slip his head out just in time, catching himself as Stevenson lands on his ass. Purcell sees a fan about to crack open a can of Bud Light, and he snatches it out of his hands. As soon as Stevenson stands up and turns around, Purcell smashes the full can into his forehead, busting him and the can open!!! Beer splatters over them and the nearby standing fans.]]

Alpine: We salute you Mr. British Can Smashing Wrestler Guy!!!

Benjamin: Not bad Alpo, not bad. I thought that you left your humor back in 1982 with that haircut. KA-POW!!!

Alpine: I like to sneak it in every once in awhile.

Benjamin: I'm glad he's usin' that Bud Light for pain and not drinkin'. That piss water ain't tha business.

[[Purcell is relentless, and he keeps on smashing the can into the busted open forehead, crunching it down into an aluminum hourglass! Purcell then twists and rips the can in half, and starts shredding the aluminum into Nick's scar tissue covered forehead, making him bleed profusely!!! He finishes it up with one more aluminum jab to the flesh that drops Stevenson on the ground. Purcell races over to the guardrail and hops over it, making sure to pull out a steel chair from under the timekeeper's ass. He slides into the ring with the chair, and unfolds it near the ropes. With it positioned to sit, Purcell studies his position for a second. He then bounces off the opposite ropes, comes racing towards the chair, and he hops off of it onto the top rope. In a stunning display of athleticism, Jack Purcell does a long range shooting star press into the 4th row, toppling Stevenson!!! Another "HOLY SHIT" chant gets started, and Purcell sits up waving his hands for more applause!!]]

Alpine: What an amazing shooting star press by Jack Purcell!!! This kid doesn't fear anything!!!

Benjamin: Except for a title reign longer than a week. KA-POW!!!

Alpine: In all fairness, Jack Purcell did hold the Armored Core Title the longest out anyone on the active roster until the 24/7 rule change.

Benjamin: In all fairness, Jack Purcell be lookin' like the byproduct of Pete Doherty and Kate Moss.

[[Purcell pushes himself up and goes for the pin on Nick. The referee, still favoring his back from the powerbomb hops over the railing and makes the count.]]

1....

2....

[[And a kickout. Purcell picks up a laggard Stevenson and slaps him across the face. Stevenson throws a weak punch his way, and Purcell dodges it and slaps Stevenson again. Purcell licks his hand, takes a few steps back, and charges in for another slap, but this time he's met with a sharp elbow to the jaw!!! Purcell drops from the impact, but pops back up into a gut boot and a thumb to the eye from Stevenson. A fan hands Nick a Power Glove, and he slips it on. He punches Purcell in the face with it, knocking him down. Stevenson sniffs the Power Glove and smells lighter fluid on it, bringing a sick grin to his face. He screams, "ANYONE GOT A LIGHT?" and right away three Bics flicker in the nearby vicinity. Nick puts the Power Glove up to one of the flames, engulfing it. Purcell sees the flame and tries to lunge out of the way, but Stevenson grabs a handful of hair and starts slamming the flaming glove into Purcell's face, pelting him six times before throwing off the glove and wagging his heated hand!!! "YOU'RE HARDCORE!!!" chants get going, and Nick smiles to them as he looks down on the burnt face of Purcell.]]

Benjamin: What the fuck was that shit!?

Alpine: That's a Power Glove Marcus, an accessory that came out for NES in 1989. I have many fond memories playing Bad Street Brawler with that.

Benjamin: My family couldn't afford that nerdy honky crap growing up.

Alpine: You mean you never got the chance to play Duck Hunt?

Benjamin: Is that when you duck while being hunted by some bloods?

Alpine: Close enough.

Benjamin: Oh yeah, played that shit all the time.

[[Stevenson picks up Purcell and drags him over to the barricade, tossing him over the guardrail. Stevenson hops over as well, and immediately starts to unhook one end of the guardrail. After one side is dislodged, he unhooks the other side, lifting the six foot piece of steel into the air. He then slams it down towards Purcell who leaps out of the way just in time!!! The steel clatters against the concrete, being this is a hardcore match and there isn't any pussy mats to protect the wrestlers. Stevenson takes the steel section as Purcell crawls and he bridges it across an L section of the the connected barricade. He then flips up the ring apron and pulls out a table which the fans pop their heads off for. He places the table over the guardrail bridge, then grabs Purcell and throws him onto the double stack. Stevenson climbs up onto the stack, which is a little wobbly with their body weight on it. Fans raise out of their seats as Stevenson comes to a woozy stand and picks up Purcell, hooking him by the head. Stevenson hoists Purcell into the air, but Purcell valiantly starts kicking for dear life, bringing his body weight down. He then starts slamming Stevenson in the gut with several fists, then he hooks Nick's head and picks him up, dropping him as soon as he's vertical with a splintering brainbuster!!! The crowd goes bananas with another "HOLY SHIT!!!" chant as both men slide off the dented, splintered in half surface and onto the concrete. Purcell goes for pin fall.]]

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[[Aaaand a kickout. Purcell looks at the referee in astonishment, and all the ref can do is shrug his shoulders.]]

Alpine: Absolutely amazing!!! Stevenson must have a skull made of granite to kick out a drop like that!!!

Benjamin: Mothafucka's so hopped up on painkillers he don't feel shit!!!

Alpine: Well if he doesn't feel it now, he'll definitely feel it tomorrow morning. Maybe it wasn't the best idea for Stevenson to accept such a match with a Rebirth Title defense around the corner.

Benjamin: It don't matter, Rage gonna beat his ass anyways. All Purcell is doin' is softening up the master of the stool softener, Baldy McFuckhead.

[[Purcell shakes his head at Stevenson's immense heart and walks over to the ring apron where Nick pulled out the table. He pulls out another one from the under-ring stack, and he lays it down vertical across the guardrail. Security by this time has stepped in front of the rail-less section, blocking it and preventing any fans from interfering. Purcell drags the blood soaked Stevenson over to the table, laying the dead weight against it. TNT lays slouched against the table, with a look across his blood soaked face as if he has no idea where he is. Purcell slides into the ring and runs a thumb across his neck, once again getting those fans to rise to the occasion. Purcell steadies himself, then races to one end of the ring, then the other, and leaps over the top rope with a no hands senton dive!!! Stevenson however, limply rolls off the table just in the nick of time, allowing Purcell to crash and burn through the table!!! Yet another "HOLY SHIT!!!" chant gets rolling through the audience, and now both men are sucking air and in a world of pain!!!]]

Alpine: Purcell can add himself to the damaged goods list with that suicidal dive!!! They don't call it high risk for nothing Marcus!!

Benjamin: Man honkys are mothafuckin' crazy. You ain't ever gonna see a brotha actin' tha fool like that.

Alpine: I did when I went to go see Madea Goes To Jail. That Tyler Perry so crazy!!!

Benjamin: ...No Alpo. Just...no.

[[The referee stands over their broken bodies, wanting to start a count as neither man will move. They both just lay there, chests heaving and hoping for a second wind. A clap-stomp rhythm starts up in the crowd, and slowly but surely builds till' the entire arena is doing it, trying desperately to get these competitors to rise again. After almost thirty seconds of laying there, Purcell is the first to stir, sitting up with a wincing face and a hand to his poor aching spine. He looks over to Nick, who is stirring and trying to roll himself over onto all fours. Purcell grabs a hold of the guardrail near him and tries to pull up, cringing like a car wreck victim as Stevenson finally turtles himself over, breathing like a fat man in the middle of summer on all fours. Purcell works himself up to a crooked stand as Stevenson presses up, coming to a kneeling position. That clap-stomp grows even louder, and the two work their way to a full, yet incredibly unstable standing position. Stevenson fires off a weak looking punch, yet it's powerful enough to knock Purcell back towards the rampway. Purcell fires one of his own, knocking Stevenson back a little. Stevenson presses into Purcell and wraps an arm around his neck, carrying him up the rampway as the two exchange weak looking hits back and forth.]]

Alpine: The willpower of these two men is nothing short of incredible. How they're still standing remains a mystery.

Benjamin: Make em' take a piss test, mystery solved.

Alpine: The last few tests Stevenson and Purcell have taken, they've passed.

Benjamin: Okay so THAT'S why I saw Stevenson handin' Watkins a stack o' bills. I figured he was payin' Watkins off for a BJ the night before.

[[Stevenson releases the hook at the top of the ramp and grabs the back of Purcell's head, pelting him with small elbows to the face. Stevenson then screams out and rolls around for a roaring elbow, but Purcell ducks it and hooks Stevenson from behind!! He lifts Stevenson up for the Suicdrive, his variation of the backdrop driver, but Stevenson rolls backwards out of it and lands sloppily on the ramp. He then boots Purcell in the stomach as he's turning around, hooks his head, picks him up, and spins him around right into a Mushroom Cloud 09' onto the steel grating!!! Purcell's head smacks the steel, putting a dent in it and knocking him out cold!!! Stevenson goes for the pin...]]

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DING DING DING!!!!

Starr: Your winner of the match, 'Mr. Violence' NICK STEVENSON!!!!

[['Threshold' by Slayer blares over the PA as Stevenson rolls off of Purcell, not even trying to stand. Medics rush out to the aide of Jack Purcell, and staff members for the event help Stevenson stand. Upon standing, he's handed his PWR Rebirth Championship as the crowd starts up a loud, "TNT TNT TNT!!!" chant. The sight of such a huge chanting crowd gets the crimson masked sick bastard to smile for them. The staff members carry him to the back, one member per arm as his legs drag like wet spaghetti.]]

Alpine: What an absolutely sick and twisted match up that truly tested the heart and tenacity of both of these gladiators!!!

Benjamin: Baldy done won it though. Goddamn I hate that mothafucka, but go PWR.

Alpine: Even though Stevenson won it, Purcell truly proved he is one of the best athletes in pro wrestling with that five star performance.

Benjamin: Cracka ain't bad. You seen my Swisher Sweets?

Alpine: You left them backstage, remember?

Benjamin: Oh yeah. Yeah, good match n' shit. Now let's bounce the fuck outta here.

Alpine: Will you just hold up a sec? Thank you fans for joining us for E-fed Knights Quarter Finals, stay tuned for the Semi-Finals!!! I'm Frederick Alpine, that's Marcus Benjamin, and have a good night!!!

[[The camera fades out to a shot of the efedknights logo, 2009.]]

*END SHOW*

[Drama Queen]

Jack Purcell's version also via PM...




Jack Purcell and Nick Stevenson stare off in the middle of the ring as the crowd begins to get behind Stevenson as he raises his hand for a test of strength. Purcell goes to do the same but quickly delivers a stiff kick to the gut before nailing Stevenson with a strong forearm. The crowd boos as Purcell unleashes a flourish of strikes on Stevenson before whipping him across the ring and charging at him. As Stevenson rebounds, Purcell swings his arm for a clothesline but Stevenson ducks the connection and rebounds back off the other side before taking Purcell down with a strong shoulder block. The crowd cheers as Stevenson then pulls Purcell to his feet and throws him into the corner and delivers a strong kick to the side as Purcell slumps down to the mat before attempting to roll out of the ring. Purcell is quickly followed by Stevenson who grabs him by the shoulders and throws him face first into the ring post.

JD: Purcell isn’t getting any form of timeout here!

FJ: You’re right there Jon, Stevenson is all over this kid.

Stevenson quickly grabs Purcell by the hair and goes over to the guard rail, slamming his face into it. He then pulls him up and delivers a stiff palm strike before throwing him into the ring post once again. Purcell staggers around grabbing his face in pain as Stevenson goes under the ring, pulling out a trash can lid, he quickly runs up and smashes it into the face of Purcell, knocking him down instantly. Stevenson is quickly onto Purcell again, mounting him with a series of stiff punches to the face before pulling him up by his hair, he goes to run him into the ring post once again but Purcell manages to stall and quickly sends Stevenson into the post at a high speed. As Stevenson turns around, staggering away, Purcell knocks him down with a quick dropkick before grabbing the trash can lid and smashing it over the back of Stevenson.

JD: Purcell is going to have to use these weapons to his advantage if he wants a chance here.

FJ: And even that’s being ambitious. Going toe to toe on hardcore with Mr. Violence is not a nice thought for anyone!

Purcell starts to deliver a selection of stomps over the back of Stevenson before grabbing the trash can from under the ring and throwing it at Stevenson as he gets up. The crowd boos as Purcell then grabs Stevenson by the face, digging his fingers into his eyes, Stevenson yells out in pain as Purcell laughs in an almost sadistic manor. He throws Stevenson’s head down into the floor before pulling him up and throwing him back into the ring. The crowd boos as he taunts on the apron before leaping up onto the top rope and springboarding off as Stevenson gets to his feet, knocking him down with a diving clothesline. The crowd boos as Purcell then raises up to his knees extending his hands out in an arrogant manor. Purcell then observes Stevenson using the ropes to get up and quickly knocks him down with a stomp to the back of the head, he then drives his knee into the back of Stevenson’s head using the ropes to choke him out.

JD: Oh come on! This is unfair!

FJ: This is hardcore Jon, there are no rules!

Purcell breaks the hold and pulls Stevenson up to his feet before delivering a quick back suplex. He then pulls Stevenson up to his feet and delivers a strong kick to the gut before going for his signature powerbomb, London Calling. As he goes to lift Stevenson he is over powered and flipped over with a big back body drop, he grabs his back in agony as Stevenson quickly runs at him, knocking him over the top rope with a clothesline. Stevenson is quick to slide out of the ring and following up with a stiff kick to the gut followed up with a vertical suplex on the outside.

JD: That must have knocked the wind right out of Jack Purcell’s lungs!

FJ: It seems Stevenson wants to make this a fight while Purcell is playing a far slower kind of match!

Stevenson pulls Purcell to his feet and smashes his face into the ring apron before pulling him down to the floor again and grabbing the trash can, he delivers a crunching blow into the ribs of Purcell before putting the trash can over the head of his opponent, Purcell staggers around with the can on his head before Stevenson runs at him and delivers a massive big boot, smashing the can hard into the face of Purcell, the bin rolls away as Purcell grabs his face in agony.

JD: My god! What a connection there!

FJ: That could have broken the guy’s nose.

Stevenson sees his chance and gives Purcell no chance to recover, pulling him up and delivering a hard uppercut to the cheek bone, knocking Purcell back first into the apron, Stevenson then delivers a couple of hard knife edged chops before stepping back and charging at Purcell to deliver a strong running attack but Purcell raises his foot straight into the oncoming Stevenson’s face. Stevenson is taken back by the connection as Purcell quickly jumps up onto the apron and leaps off with a crossbody taking Stevenson to the floor. Purcell quickly delivers a series of punches to the face of Stevenson before getting up to his feet and waiting for Stevenson to stagger up as well. As Stevenson gets to two feet, he charges and delivers a closed fist straight to the nose of Stevenson who grabs his face in pain. Purcell then follows up with a quick reverse cutter driving Stevenson neck first onto the arena floor.

JD: Purcell is back in control here and he looks to be taking the advantages of this match type now!

FJ: That kick to the face seemed to fire the kid up a lot.

Purcell quickly pulls Stevenson up to his feet and drags him halfway up the ramp before taking him towards the crowd and smashing his face into the guard rail. He then grabs Stevenson by the neck and delivers a swinging neckbreaker onto the steel ramp. The crowd shouts out in shock of the impact on the steel as Purcell sniggers, getting up and delivering a stomp to the upper chest of Stevenson before waiting for Stevenson to sit up and delivering a stiff kick to the back of Stevenson, the referee looks on powerless to intervene as Purcell delivers another kick before stepping over Stevenson and kicking backwards into his face. The crowd boos as Purcell then digs his heel into the face of Stevenson who yells out in agony. Purcell then pulls Stevenson up to his feet and drags him up to the stage where he sets up for London Calling once again but Stevenson breaks out and delivers a stiff palm strike to the face of Purcell who comes back at him with a forearm, Stevenson then delivers a roundhouse kick to the face knocking Purcell backwards, Purcell then hits back with a kick to the gut before stepping back and running at him with a lariat but Stevenson ducks, catching the arm and hooking it along with the other and delivering a massive dragon suplex onto the steel stage. The crowd erupts chanting ‘Holy shit!’ as Stevenson covers Purcell.

JD: Oh my god! One, two, no!

FJ: How the hell did Purcell just kick out of that?!

JD: Goodness knows! That should be capable of breaking the average man’s neck!

Stevenson staggers up to his feet and pulls Purcell back towards the ring before throwing him in and then reaching under the apron to pull out a kendo stick. He slides back into the ring and waits for Purcell to get to his feet before delivering the stick straight to the face of Purcell who falls to the mat, Purcell then sits up and Stevenson nails him in the face once again, this time busting him open. Stevenson sniggers as he then pulls Purcell up to his feet and goes for the New School Dynamite but Purcell manages to flip out to his feet and quickly runs the ropes and as Stevenson turns around Purcell nails him with the Deliberate Knockout. The crowd is hushed in shock as Purcell quickly covers.

JD: This has to be it! One, two, no!

FJ: Look at Purcell now, he’s furious!

Jack Purcell quickly slides out of the ring and grabs a chair and waits for Stevenson to get up before swinging it into his face, Stevenson takes the hit and doesn’t go down, Purcell looks around in sheer shock as he then swings the chair into the skull of Stevenson once again but still TNT does not go down. Purcell then goes to swing the chair once again but Stevenson shouts and charges with Blasted Visage but Purcell ducks the connection and smashes the chair into Stevenson as he charges back, finally knocking him down to the mat. Purcell then sets the chair up into a standing position and hoists Stevenson up hooking his arms and driving forward with a backslide driver smashing the chair as Stevenson goes head first into it.

JD: Oh my god! Purcell must have broken his neck and he’s not finished!

Jack Purcell then grabs the chair and climbs up to the top rope before leaping up in the air and throwing the chair down catching it under his foot as he drives it into the face of Stevenson. The crowd are hushed once again in shock as Purcell quickly covers.

JD: One, two, no!

FJ: How can he not be KO’d, this is ridiculous!

Purcell slaps the mat in frustration as he slides out of the ring and grabs a bag from underneath the apron. He slides back in emptying it’s contents in the ring, thumbtacks. The crowd boos as Purcell pulls Stevenson up to his feet and sets up for the Highlight Reel but out of nowhere Stevenson gets a second burst of energy and grabs Purcell by the throat before driving him into the thumbtacks with an STO. The crowd erupts into cheers as Purcell screams in pain, tacks stuck in his back. Stevenson gets up to his feet as Purcell sits up, hands out wide as he yells out, Stevenson charges at him and kicks him straight in the mouth, the crowd erupts into a frenzy of cheers.

JD: Oh my god! He just knocked the kids teeth down his throat!

FJ: Jack Purcell’s modelling career is now officially over!

Stevenson then quickly goes to the corner as he rips off the padding on the turnbuckle, he then grabs Purcell by the hair and slams his face into the unforgiving steel corner over and over before throwing him down by his hair into the mat. The crowd cheers for Stevenson as he goes underneath the apron and looks around throwing out various weapons as he looks for what he wants including two belts, a cookie sheet and a roll of barbed wire. Stevenson then finds what he wants, a ladder. He gets it onto the apron where he sees Purcell at his feet, Purcell then charges at the ladder and delivers a baseball slide on it going for Stevenson’s face but Stevenson ducks and Purcell follows the ladder out of the ring, Stevenson pulls him to the outside and quickly smashes his face into the apron before grabbing Purcell and flipping him onto the ladder with a hip toss. Purcell yells out in pain as Stevenson gives him no time to recover delivering a vicious stomp to the neck.

JD: No breathing space for Purcell! Stevenson is all over this guy!

FJ: This is why Stevenson is PWR Champion!

Purcell struggles to his feet as Stevenson charges at him and knocks him down with a stiff yakuza kick. He then bundles Purcell back into the ring and grabs the ladder, waiting for Purcell to stagger up before driving the ladder flat out into his face. Purcell crumples down to the mat as Stevenson grabs his arm and opens the ladder up placing his arm in the middle, he then stamps on the ladder sandwiching Purcell’s arm as he screams out in pain. Purcell grabs his arm in agony as Stevenson then slides out of the ring and grabs the barbed wire from the outside and gets back in. He then delivers a stomp to Purcell before grabbing the barbed wire and using it to rip apart the flesh on the forehead of Purcell, Purcell starts to bleed even heavier as Stevenson rubs his hand over Purcell’s head and writes TNT in Purcell’s blood over his chest. The crowd cheers wildly chanting ‘This is awesome!’ as Stevenson then wraps the barbed wire across the arm of Purcell and locks in an arm bar. Purcell screams in pain as Stevenson sniggers.

JD: Oh my god! He’s just ripping Purcell’s arms to shreds!

FJ: Purcell may as well quit while he’s ahead.

Purcell grits his teeth as he yells out, reaching for the ropes, Stevenson continues to wrench at his opponents arm as the blood starts to spill over the mat. The crowd starts to chant ‘Tap! Tap! Tap!’ as Purcell raises his hands but manages to finally get a grasp of the ropes as he slides out of the ring and tears the barbed wire off his arm before struggling back onto the apron, Stevenson sees him up and quickly runs delivering a running big boot to the face of Purcell knocking him backwards to the floor. Stevenson then quickly slides out of the ring and grabs both of the belts delivering a stinging shot to the back of Purcell before throwing the belts into the ring. Purcell still struggles up as Stevenson reaches under the ring once more and pulls out two tables, he starts to set one up on the outside but as he turns round, he is greeted with a knock to the head with the cookie sheet from Purcell, Stevenson staggers back as Purcell quickly jumps up onto the apron and composes himself before leaping off for a huricanrana but Stevenson catches him in a powerbomb clutch and launches him up and leans back sending Purcell face first through the table.

JD: Oh my god! That has to be it now!

FJ: Did you hear that impact? I think that was the sound of broken ribs!

Stevenson starts to stagger up to his feet as he slides the other table into the ring and then hurls Purcell in before delivering a stiff headbutt knocking him back into the ropes. Purcell then reaches for one of the belts as Stevenson follows suit. Purcell then comes back smashing the belt into the side of Stevenson as Stevenson hits back with a belt whip of his own, a back and forth belt duel follows with both men taking shots at one another, their chests and backs coming up red all round.

JD: Oh my! These men are knocking each other about!

FJ: This is hard to watch!

Both men fall to their knees as they continue to strike at one another before Purcell goes for a shot across the face and Stevenson ducks and hits Purcell with a stiff headbutt. Purcell falls back as Stevenson uses the ladder besides him to struggle to his feet, disorientated, he starts to climb the ladder back facing his opponent, Purcell then struggles up and starts to stand the table up in the middle of the ring, he then proceeds to climbing the ladder on the same side as Stevenson before delivering a low blow much to the dismay of the audience who start to boo loudly. Purcell then leaps up and hits a reverse huricanrana driving Stevenson down through the table from the ten foot ladder. The crowd erupts into a frenzy of booing as Purcell goes for the cover.

JD: This would be a massive upset here: one, two, no! Stevenson kicks out!

FJ: What has Purcell got to do to keep Stevenson down?!

Purcell slowly struggles to his feet as he grabs Stevenson and throws him over the top rope in frustration, Stevenson manages to land on his feet on the apron though as Purcell paces the ring in frustration. Seeing his chance, Stevenson goes up to the top rope and walks the rope and as Purcell turns round he is hit with Death from Above. The crowd erupts as Stevenson quickly covers.

JD: Death from above! This is it! One, two, no!

FJ: What?!

Stevenson staggers up with Purcell by the hair as he quickly goes for the New School Dynamite but Purcell quickly breaks free and hoists Stevenson up before flipping him over with a cradle Northern lights suplex. The crowd erupts into boos as Purcell then backward rolls out to his feet and quickly delivers a double foot stomp to the face of Stevenson, Purcell then throws the chair onto the ribs of Stevenson and delivers a red star press before pulling Stevenson up and signalling for the end but out of nowhere is struck with a kick to the gut followed up with Stevenson nailing Purcell with the New School Dynamite onto the steel chair besides Stevenson. Stevenson falls across Purcell covering him, both men growing more and more tired from the brawling match.

JD: One, two, no! Purcell kicks out again, I can’t believe this!

FJ: This is awesome Jon, what a match we’re seeing here!

Stevenson uses the ropes to stand as he slowly slides out of the ring and grabs another set of weapons, another chair and handful of light tubes. He rolls the tubes in and goes in, chair in hand. He swings the chair across the back of Purcell a couple of times as Purcell wriggles around in pain before Stevenson lodges the chair in between the top and second turnbuckle and turns round dragging Purcell up to go and run him into the chair but Purcell manages to stall and out of nowhere catch Stevenson’s arm and hit the Highlight Reel driving Stevenson neck first onto the mat, Purcell gets an arm over TNT’s chest.

JD: One . . . two . . . three? No!

FJ: That was like two and nine tenths! Purcell doesn’t have much left to give here!

Purcell struggles up as he pulls at his hair in frustration, he picks up the chair from the mat looking at Stevenson who is now staggering up, he charges quickly shouting out with the chair swung back, but his guard is now down and Stevenson connects with Blasted Visage knocking Purcell all the way over his head. Stevenson struggles down and rolls Purcell over with the cover, the crowd counts with the referee.

JD: This is it! One . . . two . . . three?! NO?!

FJ: Oh my goodness, Purcell has his foot on the ropes!

JD: A harsh stroke of luck for Nick Stevenson!

Stevenson struggles up using the ropes as he stalks Jack Purcell, going for Blasted Visage once again but Purcell ducks and hits a toe kick and goes for London Calling but he is quickly over powered with a big back body drop, Purcell struggles to his feet as Stevenson leaps and wraps his arm around Purcell’s neck as he starts to force him around the ring trying to pull him down, Purcell is fading as Stevenson drags him towards the corner where Purcell sees his chance, pulling the steel chair out from turnbuckle and swinging it back to break the hold of Stevenson, the crowd gasp in shock as Purcell has broken the hold, he then quickly delivers the chair into the ribs of Stevenson causing him to curl over, Purcell then pulls him in and nails London Calling onto the light tubes that were previously bought into the ring, destroying them on impact, Purcell covers as the crowd boos loudly.

JD: Oh my god! One . . . two . . . three!

FJ: Oh my goodness Purcell wins!

A: Here is your winner, Jack Purcell!

Purcell falls backwards as ‘You’re the Best’ blares over the PA system, Stevenson is checked by the referee as he stirs slightly, his back torn up by the glass smashing into it. Purcell staggers up using the ladder to help him stand as he raises his hand in the air, the crowd continues to boo as he rolls under the ropes and staggers back towards the stage with the biggest victory of his young career.

[Ryan Ruckus]

Stevenson: Nice opening. Helped me know the characters I'm unfamiliar with. Funny commentator stuff with being tired or rehashed.

Benjamin: Word. You shoulda seen him when they wouldn't give him a senior citizen discount at Denny's. Fool went berserk on the bus boy. Kid can't even talk anymore, he just writes post-it notes with his toes.

^this

Flaming Power Glove? Brilliant. And the steel-grate-denting finish was sick. Loved the post-match sell of dude's legs being spaghetti.
Good stuff. Also, I like the formatting of the match. The bold versus standard type-face.

Purcell: No intros? Meh, who needs intros? Nice psychology of Stevenson on fire and Purcell trying to wrestle the slow match. I liked that. Dragon Suplex on the stage??? Ouch. Also, I got a real sense of the moves playing out in my head as they happened.

But I'm torn. Stevenson's style and innovation versus Purcell's no bullshit hardcore match. I think the tie breaker is the commentary team, and I gotta give that to Mr. Hardcore.

Winner: Nick Stevenson

[JackHondo]

Both matches were good, but Stevenson's tickled my fancy the most. Purcell's was good, but that lack of intros...it kinda bothered me.

One of the best parts of watching a real wrestling show (to me, anyway) is seeing the competitors come down to the ring and be introduced. The interaction with the fans (or lack therof), loud, thundering music, the boos, the cheers. It's all part of the essence of the sport. I always hated when while watching a wrestling show on TV, when they come back from commercial and both competitors are already standing there in the ring. We want out pageantry, dangit!

But don't take that bit of criticism the wrong way. You wrote a really good match.

Vote: Stevenson

[Drama Queen]

Nick: I think Benjamin is my favorite commentator that I've seen in this tourny. That really is great stuff, if you created him yourself, or he is a regular commentator for your fed, either way you made him extremely entertaining in this match. I liked the match itself, slower paced than Purcell's (or perhaps it was just broke up more with the commentry) I liked it all from start to finish. Great back and forth, good respect of your opponent's character, just all in all a great match. I agree with Ruckus about the presentation, very easy on the eyes.

Jack: I am perfectly fine with the lack of intros, I was in a match writing fed before and intros were just a pain in the arse for both the writer and the reader. In fact there were no frills about your match whatsoever in terms of presentation, and the commentry was basic play-by-play which is fine too. But just remember there are many judges and that can work either for or against you. However the action in your match just blew me away. I think Ruckus described it as "no-bullshit" and that pretty much sums it up. It was a completely action packed hardcore match. I like the way the tide turned, you gave both characters a good representation. The paragraphs were long but did not SEEM like it, such was the pace.

Verdict: Though I recognize the importance of the various aspects of match-writing such as the presentation and the commentry, parts which Nick really nailed, on this occasion I am going to go with the fast-paced crazy action of Purcell's match, I just really enjoyed the action immensely.

VOTE: JACK PURCELL

[Johawn]

You'll have to give me a break here because I'm pretty tired and I don't have a lot of time, so I can't really give you a huge amount of feedback. I can tell you that I enjoyed both matches, though, and I'd love to go against either of you later in the tourney.

Nick: As has been said, your commentary is awesome; though I have a thing about swearing in matches I read. It takes a little something away from it, for me. If we're assuming these are TV matches, and the fed is successful at all, even at a ROH level, I don't think swearing would fly. I can buy a "Holy shit" from the crowd, but coming from the announcers or the competitors...I just don't buy it at all. It's a small thing but it always bugs me. That's just me, though. The match itself was awesomely over the top, everything a really brutal hardcore match should be, and I enjoyed your description. You have a good balance between your action, the crowd, little extra bits of drama and your commentary. A well balanced, high action match. Good stuff.

Jack: D'you know what? It'll sound lazy, but a lot of the above applies to you. I actually preferred your commentary, though. It came across more realistic. You had an excellent balance, everything well described. You have less of the storytelling element that I try to use, but I don't think it worked against you here. Well, it shouldn't work against you, because it's just my taste and technique, but I mean I didn't think you really lacked anything in what I like to read.

So, all in all, a great showing, and a really good match, actually. It's very close, and the best way I can decide a winner is based on which commentary I preferred.

Vote: Jack

[Drama Queen]

tie breaker required, stay tuned

[Duckman]

Stevenson – I love Alpine/Benjamin, some extremely funny lines from them about not just the participants in the match but the tournament in general.  They also really established both Stevenson and Purcell extremely well during the introductions.  Probably the best commentators I’ve read in the tournament so far and the swearing in the results doesn’t bother me – although it is unrealistic if this was to appear on TV.  The MMA influence on Stevenson is cool and it was written in a way that kept it in the realms of pro wrestling-similar to how Bryan Danielson does it.  The gimmick with the referee who didn’t understand it was no DQ was interesting, I liked him getting powerbombed over the top onto Purcell, a cool spot!  The beer can spots were sick as hell but extremely cool!  The shooting star press into the crowd was also excellent, I could see that on a ROH show in the future!  A flaming glove!  Never seen that before.  Excellent table spots – very Sabu from early days ECW.  I really liked the finishing sequence on the ramp and the final reversal and move was sick!  Hardcore matches can be so difficult to write and while this one had little of the ‘story’ element to it, it didn’t suffer because of the nature and the way the hardcore spots were built to and executed.  This was a violent and impactful match but it still had logic and didn’t go too over the top.  A very well constructed hardcore match with a lot of innovative spots.


Purcell – No ring intros or commentators setting the scene hurt the opening of the match.  Commentators can really establish both characters motivations and confirm if they are heel or face.  All matches should have this at the beginning to get the reader into it.  I liked the way this match went back and forth.  Purcell looked like he had it early going for his finisher but it’s reversed.  I like that kind of spot, gets the crowd going and plants the seed for the finisher later in the match so people know what to look out for.  The flow of the match was great, some brutal spots on the ramp way and no overreliance on weapon shots which can happen in these matches.  A hardcore match that followed some solid psychology and both guys were represented really well.  This match didn’t have the major spots as Nick’s did but it did have an excellent finish with great reversals and the light tubes just to build to the perfect hardcore highlight. 


Winner:  Man, I can see why this and the Cage/BJ match were tied!  Seriously good work in this one and while the styles might not seem all that different this was really two distinct styles of how to write a hardcore match.  I do feel the lack of intros or any real insight/fun from the commentators hurt Purcell’s match.  Then again the bulk of his match and the way it built to that brutal light tube finish was great!  Alright, got to make a decision on this one and simply because of the construction of the match, the old school ECW feel and the excellent use of the commentators I’m going to:


Vote:  Stevenson -but again this one was close as hell!