-The Dawn McGill Saga
-‘Quad R’ The Right Reverend Randy Richardson w/The God Squad- Rev. Warren, Rev. Robertson, and Rev. Falwell, Jr. (The God Squad) vs. DVD w/Movie Classic (Island of Misfit Wrestlers)
-Former PCW Champion O’Beck Bahama (Progressive Alliance) vs. Captain Nausea (Island of Misfit Wrestlers)
-Starz N. Stripes (Progressive Alliance) vs. American Trucker (American Heartland Coalition)
-Khalid-El (Axis of Evil) vs. Kirk Walstreit (American Patriots)
-Big Oil (American Patriots) vs. A.Tom Bomb (American Patriots)
-MAIN EVENT 6 Man Tag Team Action: PCW Television Champion ‘King of Old School Gimmicks’ Baron Von Munchke and the Midnite Rockin’ Xpress-Bobby Ricky Michaels and Marty Gibson-Lane w/Dr. Bill (Old School Kings) vs. SNAFU, Dawn McGill, and a very special surprise
PCW Extreme Political TV (60 minutes)
Pikeville High School Gymnasium
September 9th, 2009
Host: Johnny Suave
Crowd: “PCW…PCW…PCW!” Suave: “HELLO AND WELCOME TO P-C-W!” He pauses for the crowd noise. Suave: “SUNDAY NIGHT. PCW ON P-SPAN SAW A BIZARRE EVENT TAKE PLACE. LET’S GO BACK TO THE BROADCAST…”
Replay: 9/6 PCW on P-SPAN: ‘The King of Old School Gimmicks’ Baron Von Munchke (c) w/Dr. Bill and the Midnite Rockin’ Xpress (Old School Kings) vs. SNAFU w/Dawn McGill (Independent)
McGill finally gets free of Michaels and heads to the ring. Gibson-Lane tries to tie her up. SNAFU tries to fight the clawhold. Four masked men dressed in black military uniforms suddenly show up. They knock out Michaels with the butt of their rifles. They then separate McGill from Gibson-Lane and knock him out with their rifles. McGill tries to get to the ring but the four men literally carry her to the back and out of the arena. The camera follows them outside where McGill is deposited in the back of a van and the vehicle speeds off.
Suave: “And then, this showed up over at New Frontier Wrestling late Monday night.”
Courtesy of NFW
Announcer: “And now, we interrupt this regular programming for a special communique from the island of Puerto De Macoris.”
“Good evening. I am Generalissimo Tomas. You can call me…Generalissimo Tomas. I am the duly elected dictator of the island of Puerto De Macoris. Earlier today, I ‘secured’ the services of one, Dawn McGill. You may know her as the ’6 Foot Demolition Machine in a Short Skirt.’ Some call her McGillah Gorilla. Others- the Jolly Pink Giant. You will get to know her soon enough. You see, like the United States imperialist machine oppressors, due to the imperialist oppressing wrestling federations such as the FWO, ACW, LoC, and the NFW, who spew their propaganda about their superiority over other, how you say, lesser wrestling federations- such as the Puerto De Macoris Wrestling Federation, my personal favorite. Therefore, I concorted an elaborate and downright brilliant plan to infiltrate the infidel, oppressing machine by bringing in someone with the ability to not only hold their own with the other, so-called champions in the Bunkhouse Brawl, but win it as a tribute to those other federations, but especially the Puerto De Macoris Wrestling Federation, downtrodden, held down, and stepped upon by the imperialist pig elitists of the FWO, ACW, LoC, and the NFW.
*FILM CLIPS MADE ESPECIALLY IN THE ISLAND OF PUERTO DE MACORIS FOR THIS ILLUSTRIOUS OCCASION*
(the film looks like it’s being seen through the old school projector with the pops and cracks and imperfections)
[[Crowd: “DAWN’S GOING TO KILL YOU! (clap clap clap-clap-clap) DAWN’S GOING TO KILL YOU! (clap clap clap-clap-clap)” Polowy ate it all up. He cupped his hand up against an ear and played deaf which only riled the crowd up even more.
*opening guitar licks to the Beastie Boys ‘Sabotage’ play*
“Can’t Stand It, I Know You Planned It
Ima Set It Straight, This Watergate
I Can’t Stand Rockin’ When I’m In Here
‘Cause Your Crystal Ball Ain’t So Crystal Clear
So, While You Sit Back And Wonder Why
I Got This ****ing Thorn In My Side
Oh My God, It’s A Mirage
I’m Tellin’ Y’all It’s Sabotage”
Dawn McGill, accompanied by ‘The Hellcat’ Kirsta Lewis of High Octane Wrestling, Simcoe County Championship Wrestling, Totally Fictional Wrestling Federation, Valora Salinas of Wrestling Midwest, and the undisputed Missouri Valley Wrestling Champion Miss USA all climb into the ring.
You Shut Me Down With A Push Of Your Button
But yo, I’m Out And I’m Gone
I’ll Tell You Now I Keep It On And On
‘Cause What You See You Might Not Get
And We Can Bet, So Don’t You Get Souped Yet
Scheming On A Thing That’s A Mirage
I’m Tryin’ To Tell You Now It’s Sabotage”…
…McGill swings the Singapore cane…*THWACK* Suave: “HOLY CRAP! THAT SENT POLOWY STAGGERING ACROSS THE RING…*THWACK* ANOTHER ONE! McGILL’S TRYING TO FILET POLOWY’S BACK!” Polowy immediately drops down and rolls out of the ring. The crowd lets him have it. Crowd: “DAWN’S GOING TO KILL YOU! (clap clap clap-clap-clap) DAWN’S GOING TO KILL YOU! (clap clap clap-clap-clap) Polowy pounds the ring apron…
…“Polowy back in…again…they’re talking back and forth at each other. McGill is practically begging him to come after her. Polowy is being a little more cautious right now.” Polowy rushes in with the chair. He swings. McGill’s not there. *CLANK* The chair hits the corner ringpost. Polowy again charges. McGill grabs the arm and hits the armdrag takedown. The chair goes flying across the ring. Suave: “McGILL WITH THE ARMDRAG TAKEDOWN! HE CHARGES McGILL AGAIN…ANOTHER ARMDRAG TAKEDOWN!” McGill adjusts her knee brace and waits. Polowy charges a third time. Dawn holds on to the arm into an arm wringer. She pulls Mike towards her and lifts him up. Suave: “McGILL HAS A FIREMAN’S CARRY…BODY SLAM!” Again, Polowy slams his hand down and rolls out of the ring…
…McGill takes the opening and swings her foot hard, connecting with Polowy’s private area. *CLANK* Polowy grins and pulls down the front of his trunks enough to show a metal codpiece is protecting his crown jewels. McGill motions to Valora who reaches down and throws her a taser. Suave: “Oh…no…no, no… *ZZZZAP* HOLY CRAP!” Mike starts hopping up and down, desperately trying to remove the codpiece…he finally does…
McGill is handed a cup of beer. Beer shot to Polowy. Cookie sheet is next. *WHACK* The cookie sheet is bent at a ninety degree angle after McGill uses it. Cheese grater. McGill rubs the cheese grater across Polowy’s forehead cutting him open. Suave: “CHEESE GRATER! CHEESE GRATER!” The crowd parts and creates a corridor as McGill pushes Polowy towards the concession stand. McGill throws Polowy head first into the edge of the stand…
“So you see, Dawn McGill is quite the wrecking machine, yes? You will find out soon enough. This is Generalissimo Tomas…duly elected dictator of the island of Puerto De Macoris…signing off.”
Suave: “Then, this piece appeared on NFW…”
Generalissimo Tomas: “Ahhh. Miss McGill. I’ve been looking forward to our meeting. I trust the flight down to Puerto De Macoris was comfortable.”
Dawn: “I suppose as comfortable as being handcuffed to a chair can be.”
Generalissimo Tomas: “Yes. I’m most sorry about that. You see, I wasn’t sure how you would…how you say…handle the trip down here. I had to take precautions. Have my guards given you a tour of our beautiful island of Puerto De Macoris yet?”
Dawn: “Does being transported in a Jeep with a bag over my head count?”
Generalissimo Tomas: “Possibly. Did they at least give you a…how you say…verbal account of what you weren’t seeing?”
Generalissimo Tomas: “I see. Well, please be assured that I will have the offending person…or persons…summarily executed right away.”
Dawn: “Okay. Would you mind telling me just what the hell this is all about?”
Generalissimo Tomas: “Of course. Please sit down, Miss McGill.”
Reluctantly, Dawn sits down in a chair in front of Generalissimo Tomas.
Generalissimo Tomas: “Can I get you a drink? Scotch? Whiskey?”
Dawn: “No, thank you.”
Generalissimo Tomas: “Yes, yes. Of course. I…Generalissimo Tomas…duly elected dictator of the lovely island of Puerto De Macoris…nestled snugly somewhere near the Lesser Antilles in the…most beautiful Atlantic Ocean-”
Dawn: “CAN WE GET ON WITH IT ALREADY?”
Generalissimo Tomas: “Right…I have taken the liberty in entering your name into the NFW Crash 50 Bunkhouse Stampede.”
Generalissimo Tomas: “I entered your name into the NFW Crash 50 Bunkhouse Stampede.”
Dawn: “You…entered my name? How could you?”
Generalissimo Tomas: “Actually, it was pretty easy. It’s open to any wrestler-”
Dawn: “I mean, how could you enter my name you moron?”
Generalissimo Tomas: “I just made a phone call…explained to the person that I was your agent…and walla! You’re in the tourn-ACK!”
Dawn shoots up and clasps her hands around Generalissimo Tomas’s throat.
Generalissimo Tomas: “*CHOKE*…uh…help!”
The four guards immediately rush forward and overpower Dawn. They sit her back down in the chair and stand around her.
Generalissimo Tomas: “I like this. Well, I don’t like the whole being choked part, but I like everything else.”
Dawn: “So, if I refuse to do this? What’s going to happen?”
Generalissimo Tomas: “Ahhh. I thought you might ask that.”
He pulls the receiver off his phone and dials a number.
Generalissimo Tomas: “Hold on. Let me put this on speaker phone.”
Female voice: “Hello?”
Female voice: “Dawn? Is that you? It’s me…Amy…um…Miss USA.”
Dawn slaps her forehead with her right hand.
Miss USA: “Look, I don’t know what’s going on. But two military-type goons broke into my house and tied me to a chair.”
Dawn: “Just hang in there. It probably couldn’t get any worse than-”
Miss USA: “Then they invited Bob Nye- Foot Fetish Guy to come over. He’s been staring at my feet for three hours now.”
Dawn: “Okay, maybe I was wrong. (to Generalissimo Tomas) So let me guess. I do this Bunkhouse Brawl for you. You let Miss USA go. Right?”
Generalissimo Tomas: “Right. Do we have a deal?”
Miss USA: “DAWN, HE’S LICKING MY FEET! EWWWWWWW!”
Dawn: “We have a deal.”
Generalissimo Tomas: “Okay. There is one thing I ask of you when you win the Bunkhouse Brawl. When they ask you where you’re going, do not answer ‘I’m going to Disneyworld!’ Answer- I’m going to Puerto De Macoris. The most beautiful island paradise run by a duly elected dictator on this side of the-”
Dawn: “Okay, okay. I get the picture. Look, I need to get back to Georgia for a Dream Wrestling Federation show tomorrow night. I’ll do your NFW show. But I have other commitments…DWF…the Missouri Valley Wrestling Association…and Political Championship Wrestling…that I need to keep. You work with me. I’ll work with you. Capiche?”
Generalissimo Tomas: “I agree. I’ll just send my four best men with you to…keep you out of trouble until the show.”
Suave: “And then this…”
Dawn McGill sits in an aisle seat inside a turbo prop airplane that’s taking her to Georgia next to one of Generalissimo Tomas’s paramilitary guys.
Dawn: “You know, had I known you flew me here in a tin can with propellers in the first place, I probably wouldn’t have complained so much about the blindfold and handcuffs.”
Dawn pulls out a large file folder.
Dawn: “Yes, I read through the promos already posted online. They remind me of stuff I’d hear during the Jim Rome Smackoff…Jim Rome?…You know, the ‘have a take and don’t suck’ guy?… Screw it, never mind!”
She flips through the pages with information about each wrestler.
Dawn: “Including me, I count 10 in the brawl right now. There’s James Varga. He just kinda wants to take over the world or something. Bloodhunt. This guy’s been listening to too many Art Bell shows…Art Bell? The kooky guy on overnight radio who used to…never mind. Kelly Masters. I remember that match he had with Max Danger earlier this year. One for the ages. He’s going to be tough. American Panda. Rich Mahogany.”
Dawn: “What Generalissimo? Oh…Mahogany. Yeah, I know him from MVW. He was banging Trailer Park Barbi there for awhile…Oh…my…God.”
Dawn looks closer at the next wrestler.
Dawn: “Terence. Yikes, this guy’s missing a chromosome or two. Whew! Talk about scraping up the bottom of the primordial gene pool. Okay…next, Captain Justice, Theresa Quaranta,…and Jonathan Marx…Yes, Generalissimo. This is quite the eclectic bunch……Can I win?……Well? I’m going to have to put a lot of work in before the match. But hell, I more than held my own with Level-One, the world’s number 2 ranked wrestler, on a knee that had been scoped 6 days before. I think if I have enough time to prepare, I’ll be fine.”
Dawn closes the file and places it back in her travel bag.
Dawn: “Huh? The knee? Well, I was serving in Iraq as an Army Ranger during the early 90′s and caught some shrapnel in it from a roadside bomb. That’s why I’m more of a manager than a wrestler. The knee doesn’t hold up very well for prolonged periods of time……What do you mean I should have told you this before? I thought you did your homework before you ABDUCTED me from the PCW show Sunday night……Again, it’s ONE match. It should be fine……Okay…Talk to you soon.”
Dawn shakes her head and shuts her phone off.
Suave: “The good news is that we do know that Dawn made it to the Dream Wrestling show last night and we believe that she is in the building here tonight. But a bizarre turn of events for the ’6 Foot Demolition Machine in a Short Skirt’, that’s for sure.”
‘Quad R’ The Right Reverend Randy Richardson w/The God Squad- Rev. Warren, Rev. Robertson, and Rev. Falwell, Jr. (The God Squad) vs. DVD w/Movie Classic (Island of Misfit Wrestlers)
The lovely Charlene Ann Beckworth in the ring to do the announcing chores.
Charlene Ann: This match is a Standard Match. On his way to the ring at this time, weighing in at 225 pounds, from Battle Creek, MI accompanied by Movie Classic from the Island of Misfit Wrestlers, DVD!!!
DVD to the ring.
Charlene Ann: and his opponent, weighing in at 235 pounds, from Toledo, OH accompanied by the God Squad, The Right Reverend Randy Richardson!!!
Suave: “Well, Quad R has not been the same since he returned from a severe injury at the hands of Mr. McMann a few months back. And DVD? Well, he still couldn’t hit water if he jumped from a canoe. This could be interesting.” The bell rings. DVD gets whipped into the corner right away and Quad R follows with an avalanche. DVD staggers out of the corner. Snap mare takeover by Quad R. Clothesline. Mounted punches punish poor DVD. Quad R lifts DVD and brings him down hard, back first over his knee. Suave: “Back breaker! Quad R looking extremely sharp so far. He now has a chair and sets it on DVD…Quad R goes up top..Splash on the chair!” Cover. 1…2…DVD kicks out.
Reverend Warren slides a table in the ring. Quad R sets it up and then throws a couple haymakers at DVD to incapacitate him. DVD is draped on the table. Quad R goes top turnbuckle. Suave: “HOLY CRAP! He just drove DVD through that table. That’ll do it.” Cover. 1…2…3.
Charlene Ann back into the ring. Charlene Ann: “Your winner, the Right Reverend Randy Richardson!” Suave: “A most impressive win for Quad R tonight, showing a little bit more of the over the top mayhem-fueled spark that’s been missing.”
Last Night on Dream Wrestling Federation’s Insomnia Show:
Former PCW Women’s Champion ‘Extreme Pizza Delivery Girl’ Tessa Martin vs. DWF Women’s Champion Lora KirK
Kirk gets back to her feet wobbily and Tessa follows up holding her ribs with a cartwheel kick! Polowy is watching but doesn`t notice that someone slide the pizza box in the ring. Capps goes back and sits down from apparently sliding the box in the ring. Tessa turns and see`s the box sitting on the mat, and picks it up while Lora comes closer, BOOM! PIZZA CUTTER!!! Kirk hits the mat, and Tessa rolls her up…
PCW congratulates Tessa on marking her mark at DWF.
Suave: “Indeed. Good job, Tessa. I wonder what they’ll say if Tess wins the DWF Women’s title with Dawn McGill managing her when she’s already managing a champion in the MVW in Miss USA? Dawn McGill- manager of champions? Dr. Bill might not like that term being used for her. Okay, earlier in the night, PCW CEO Barack Obama addressed the locker room and PCW employees to discuss the health insurance reforms he wants to make. Gina Ramsey, PCW’s resident Newsline kind of gal, was there and files this report:
Gina: “Thanks, Johnny. Today, PCW CEO Barack Obama proclaims that “the time for bickering is over” and called for quick action on a broad healthcare overhaul that would dramatically transform the health insurance coverage the PCW roster and employees have.
In a sometimes emotional speech, Obama said that the PCW Board of Directors were “closer to the goal of reform than we have ever been” and spelled out proposals he said would improve stability for those with insurance and expand the options for those without, including a controversial option where those employees who can afford to do so help pick up the cost of providing insurance for those who can’t afford it.
“I will not waste time with those who have made the calculation that it’s better politics to kill this plan than improve it,” he told the PCW workers, remarks explictly aimed at the American Patriots. “If you misrepresent what’s in the plan, we will call you out.”
The Progressive Alliance gave Obama frequent standing ovations while the American Patriots murmured unhappily at moments and held up copies of their healthcare plan.
Earlier in the morning, months of bipartisan Finance Committee talks by the so-called “Gang of Six” negotiators moved into the final stages at a meeting of the PCW Board of Directors. The panel’s chairman, Max Baucus of the Progressive Alliance, said it was time to proceed with or without the American Patriots.
Gina: “That’s all for now. I’m Gina Ramsey reporting.”
Suave: “Thanks, Gigi. More PCW Extreme Political TV after this…”
Every Thursday Night from our friends at High Octane Wrestling
Because she looks a hell of a lot better than Art Gruberman
GOD SQUAD LOCKER ROOM
Quad R sits on a bench and cools off after his match. Rev. Warren, Rev. Robertson, and Rev. Falwell Jr. pace back and forth. Rev. Warren: “That was a good match Randy. You had purpose. You were driven. You were full of life. You could say that for that short three minutes, you had a purpose driven life!” There’s a knock on the locker room door. Rev. Robertson: “I’ll get that.” He answers the door. It’s Dr. Bill? Rev. Robertson: “Come on in. We’ve been expecting you.”
Suave: “Dr. Bill? What the hell is he doing talking to Quad R. We’ll have to keep an eye on this. Last night, PCW held a house show in Huntington, WVa. that featured four singles matches as we begin to sort out the card for PCW Lock and Load on September 27th. Here’s a look at some of the action and the results…”
PCW House Show in Huntington W.Va
Former PCW Champion O’Beck Bahama (Progressive Alliance) vs. Captain Nausea (Island of Misfit Wrestlers)
…Captain Nausea falls head first into Bahama. Bahama double underhook faceslams Captain Nausea hard to the canvas. Flying knee drop right to the gut follows. Captain Nausea back up. He throws Bahama off the ropes and hits him with a diving shoulder block. Head butt to Bahama. Bahama superkicks Captain Nausea and follows up with a legsweep faceslam to bring him down. Bahama climbs up top…he flips in the air with the chair! 450 Splash with the chair on Captain Nausea! The ref starts the count. …1 …2 …3
Starz N. Stripes (Progressive Alliance) vs. American Trucker (American Heartland Coalition)
…Starz gives American Trucker an inverted DDT through a table! American Trucker somehow gets back on his feet. American Trucker with a headscissors takeover on Starz. Starz hits American Trucker with the double arm DDT right out of nowhere onto the mat. Now Starz N. Stripes goes up top. Shooting star press from Starz N. Stripes. Davey Keels counts. …1 …2 …3
Khalid-El (Axis of Evil) vs. Kirk Walstreit (American Patriots)
…The Wall Street Market Analyst with the man crush on ESPN’s Kirk Herbstreit, Kirk Walstreit, hits a big ax handle on Khalid-El. Walstreit trys for a crotch slam but is unable to lift Khalid-El. Khalid-El picks up Walstreit and holds him there…Fall Away Slam on the chair!! Khalid-El goes up to the top, and comes down with a Shooting Star Press right on the chair!! Khalid-El puts Walstreit’s arm between his legs and…..Pump Handle Slam on the chair!!! The ref starts the count. …1 …2 …3
Big Oil (American Patriots) vs. A.Tom Bomb (American Patriots)
…Big Oil vertical suplexes A-Bomb onto the chair!!! Big Oil sucks chants start in the crowd. Big Oil punches A-Bomb repeatedly and then follows with big time chop action. Big Oil bounces A-Bomb off the ropes and clotheslines him. A.Tom Bomb gets back to his feet. Oklahoma Driller! Big Oil hits the Oklahoma Driller and A-Bomb is out cold! The ref starts the count. …1 …2 …3
Suave: “So there you have it. Lots of action from last night.”
GOD SQUAD LOCKER ROOM
Dr. Bill and Quad R continue to talk while Rev. Warren, Rev. Falwell Jr., and Rev. Robertson look on.
Every Monday Night from our friends at High Octane Wrestling
MAIN EVENT: 6 Man Tag Team Action
PCW Television Champion ‘King of Old School Gimmicks’ Baron Von Munchke and the Midnite Rockin’ Xpress-Bobby Ricky Michaels and Marty Gibson-Lane w/Dr. Bill (Old School Kings) vs. SNAFU, Dawn McGill, and the “Extreme Pizza Delivery Girl’ Tessa Martin
The crowd goes nuts when Tessa is announced. Suave: “HOLY CRAP! SHE’S BACK IN A PCW RING!” Crowd: “WELCOME BACK…WELCOME BACK!” Tessa smiles and waves. Four men dressed in black paramilitary uniforms then appear and congregate in Tessa and Dawn’s corner. Suave: “Oh, oh. I wonder if that’s the same bunch who kidnapped Dawn Sunday night. Speaking of Sunday night, let’s go back to see how we got here tonight…”
Replay: 9/6 PCW on P-SPAN
SNAFU to the ring. He stops and pulls something from underneath. SNAFU points the object at Dr. Bill…it’s a nail gun. He shoots Dr. Bill in the leg with it. Von Munchke over the top rope and tackles SNAFU. Dr. Bill lies in the ring holding his leg. He grabs the microphone. Dr. Bill: “Bobby Ricky! Marty! Get your ass down here, right now!” The Midnite Rockin’ Xpress come running down and they beeline for SNAFU. McGill in the ring now and she delivers a sweet tilt-a-whirl backbreaker to Bobby Ricky Michaels. Michaels bails and McGill sweeps the leg of Marty Gibson-Lane.
Suave: “We’re about set to go.” The bell rings. SNAFU and Michaels to start, Michaels does some wriggly dancing instead of locking up so SNAFU takes him down. Quick cover. 1…2…Michaels kicks out. Michaels sends SNAFU to the floor. That brings in McGill. Michaels charges and tries to wheelbarrow himself but McGill blocks and drops him on his face. Michaels rolls out and that brings in Gibson-Lane. McGill goes to the arm and gets a takedown, Gibson-Lane turns it into a crucifix for a quick one count before McGill reverses into another armlock. Gibson-Lane runs up the turnbuckles and gets an armdrag, he poses but McGill is up, Gibson-Lane charges and gets caught in a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Gibson-Lane bails and Von Munchke comes in, sweeps the leg of McGill who returns the favor and applies a leglock. Von Munchke escapes. They run the ropes and McGill gets a backslide briefly. Chop by McGill, tries a headscissors but Von Munchke blocks it and goes for a powerbomb, countered into a monkey flip. Off the ropes again and this time Von Munchke gets a headscissors. McGill gets backed into her own corner and I think there was a tag there, they do some more running and the Extreme Pizza Delivery Girl comes soaring off the top with a ridiculously high crossbody! McGill assists with a headscissors which sends Von Munchke to the floor and brings in Gibson-Lane. He blocks a dropkick but gets taken down with an armdrag, Martin ties up the arms and gets a crucifix for 2. Martin hits the ropes and gets leveled with a pair of kicks, sending her to the floor. Martin is in and gets a headscissors. That sends Gibson-Lane to the floor. Von Munchke is in now, armdrag by Martin and she gets a cover with a hammerlock. One…the TV Champ powers out. Von Munchke avoids a charge and hits a nice BK bomb. Cover…1…2…kick out by Martin. Tag to Michaels who hits some shots then tags in Gibson-Lane, who lays in a pair of stiff kicks to the chest. Whip, a charge and a high knee in the corner followed by a snap mare and head kick. 2 count only. Michaels in and he and Gibson-Lane hit a stereo kick to Martin.
Cover…1…2…McGill with the save! Chops by Martin but Michaels hits a face-first powerbomb! McGill then turns him inside out with a lariat! Tiger driver connects! Martin from the top…crotched by Gibson-Lane! Enziguiri, spider-style exploder to throw Martin off the top while Gibson-Lane holds on and then connects with a BEAUTIFUL moonsault from the top! 1…2…2.9237!! A series of counters ends with Martin getting a rack bomb. Von Munchke makes the save, fisherman buster try is blocked, Senton by McGill to Gibson-Lane! Double superkick to Von Munchke! Martin dives onto Akuma! McGill dives on Von Munchke! Martin has Gibson-Lane….PIZZA CUTTER! 1….2…3!
Charlene Ann Beckworth in again to announce the winner. Charlene Ann: “The winners of this match. The team of SNAFU, Dawn McGill, and ‘Extreme Pizza Delivery Girl’ Tessa Martin!” Dr. Bill climbs in and he’s not happy. Dr. Bill: “Hold on. Sometimes it’s hard to see your own face without a mirror. If you’re standing on a hot highway, you try to get off on the cool grass. It isn’t about dreams, it’s about a real clear plan, a timeline, and having some outcome criteria. I don’t know why in the hell you’re here Tessa Martin, but this is not your fight. SNAFU, you ingrate. YOU shot me in the leg this past Sunday with a nail gun. It’s time to get real. Ninety percent of people are stupid and what you did Sunday was really, really stupid.” The crowd cheers which makes Dr. Bill unhappy. Dr. Bill: “Point proven right there. SNAFU, I demand an apology, right now! If I have to cry, then I’ll cry. If crying doesn’t get it done, then alright, I’ll start choking. Either way, I’ll get what I want.” SNAFU shakes his head and turns to walk away. Dr. Bill: “Don’t you walk away from me. Don’t think you don’t know what you don’t know, only you know that.” SNAFU starts to climb out of the ring. Dr. Bill grabs SNAFU. Dawn McGill immediately pulls Dr. Bill off him. Dr. Bill then pushes McGill away. That gets the attention of the four paramilitary dudes hanging out watching this. Suave: “Big mistake. McGill’s going to- BIG MISTAKE! THAT GUY’S GOT A SEMI-AUTOMATIC WEAPON!” He fires one shot and nails Dr. Bill in his good leg. Suave: “HOLY CRAP!” McGill: “NO-NO-NO! I SAID NO SHOOTING!” Nurse Nellie and the PCW Clean Up Crew immediately run down. Suave: “IT’S CHAOS. DR. BILL’S BEEN SHOT! AND THAT’S IT FOR ANOTHER EDITION OF PCW EXTREME POLITICAL TV.
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