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PCW Trauma: 108
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Live on E! from the Pure Class Arena in Greenville, South Carolina
Introduction
Details: (The inside of the Pure Class Arena comes to life with an astonishing barrage of red, pink, and white pyros. Pink sparks shower onto a stage decorated with giant pink and red hearts. The intro video package play on the PCW-tron, which has been dressed with shiny pink garlands. Even Laiman and Andrews are wearing heart shaped buttons to celebrate the occasion. The Faithful in attendance are raucous as ever. Signs flutter all around the arena, many of them heart themed. "Survival of the Sickest" by Saliva continues to play.)
Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Pure Class Wrestling! This is a very special Valentine's Day edition of Tuesday Night Trauma!
Al Laiman: Like the heart?
(Laiman adjusts his shoulders so the fans can get a good look at the Valentine's button. He doesn't look happy.)
Al Laiman: They made us wear these.
Jerry Andrews: Let it go, will ya? Tonight is about more than just Valentine's Day, spending time with that special someone, and quality wrestling action. Mass Destruction, our biggest pay-per-view of the year, is less than two weeks away!
Al Laiman: Yes, and if you can look past all of the pink hearts and consumerism, you'll be treated to some incredible action. With Mass Destruction only days away, there are sure to be fireworks. Hopefully they won't be pink...
Jerry Andrews: Regardless of the color, Al, there is always something crazy and new going on around here. Matter of fact, if you look right over there in the front row, you'll see former PCW World Champion Pegasus!
(The camera pans to Peggy in the front row, showing him on the PCW-tron. He receives a respectably loud ovation from all of his devoted followers.)
Al Laiman: Speaking of crazy and new, let's take a look at PCW's newest roster addition...
Debut of Majestic Proportions
Details: The arena is suddenly cast into darkness, the words "You Think You Know Me?!" emanate into the arena as the opening riffs of "Orion- Metallica" erupt over the PA, sending the sold out crowd into a frenzy. At about the (0:20 second mark), a single spotlight illuminates the center of the entrance stage, with a wall of smoke coming up over the stage at about the (0:40 second mark). At about the (0:45 second mark), a blue laser-light flicker slowly starts up, to which is added to by a golden laser-light flicker, then a red laser-light flicker, before finally, Alan walks through and stuns the crowd with an "Awesome Pose", standing in front of the smoke wall behind him, the spotlight illuminating his impressive physique ten-fold. As he stands there, a lime green pyro blast shoots out, in the shape of an “A”, landing right over his head, coming into shape as his arms come to their peak. After showing off his physique to the crowd, Alan continues, posing periodically for the crowd, the spotlight always following his every step before finally reaching the ring, and sliding in under the bottom rope. Once in the ring, Alan climbs to the nearest turnbuckle and dazzles the crowd with a second "Awesome Pose", from the second rope, the spotlight once again right on target, illuminating his beautifully chiseled body, before jumping down, and retrieving a microphone from a stage hand while the lights slowly come back on. Alan slowly paces the ring, listening to the faint cries of the PCW crowd (who aren’t familiar with him yet). After a minute give or take, Alan raises the microphone to his lips, and begins to speak.
“Good evening ladies and gentlemen. I don’t believe we’ve met, so allow me to introduce myself…I’m Alan Christopher, a man some have dubbed as the ‘Pinnacle of Perfection’. And as the man of perfection that I am, I just want to say…I’m better than you,” Alan says, pointing at the crowd, “I’m better than you, and you, and you,” Alan continues, pointing at different fans around the arena, “Oh, and you too. I’m the Magistrate of Magnificence…and I’m better than everyone!”
The crowd groans at the obviously over-inflated ego of PCW’s newest acquisition. Alan meanwhile puffs out his chest and struts a couple of steps across the ring, raising the microphone to his lips again.
“You know, outside of the APW Survive and Conquer match, I've been away from the ring for a little over two years. I thought I was retired. Yet, that special urge, it burned inside me...or it could be the rather lucrative contract PCW management offered me after seeing my impressive performance in the Survive and Conquer match. So, much to my surprise, tonight, is to announce my arrival in the PCW. You see, over the past couple of years, I worked in a company known as the Extreme Championship Federation…better known by some people as the ECF. While I was there, I had an epiphany; I had a dream, a mission that I realized I had to accomplish. A ‘divine plan’ if you will.”
“It all started, with then ECF Champion, Tyson Phoenix…and his Rockstar Café. The ‘divine plan’ had me wage war on that establishment, to shut it down, for the filth, the dirt, that was quite well-known to emanate from that Café. I had to censor it. However, while working on that task I was given, I decided ‘Why stop at the Rockstar Café?’ While that may be a large source of the filth and corruption that I was told to stop, surely there was more than that to be dealt with; the whole rest of the ECF of course! I set out on a mission, to exile all of the corruption, the filth, and the rest of the dirt from the ECF. I had to save it. However, the ECF would soon close it’s doors to the fans, and the workers alike, as the company folded. From it's opening in 2007, into the middle part of 2009, over two years of in-ring competition; gone. This was a handful of weeks after I had made my declaration against the ECF. Coincidence? I think not.”
“This brings us to where we are at today. Myself, semi-retired after the closure of the ECF, feeling my mission to censor the filth was complete. But not quite. Hence the ‘semi’ part of ‘semi-retired’…
…Let’s just say, that calling has arose within me once again. Of course, a rather lucrative contract doesn't hurt, either.”
The crowd begins to groan at Alan’s words. “This guy is totally nuts.” They must’ve thought.
“That’s right, I’m here in the PCW for one reason; to censor the PCW, and everyone involved in this filth! The PCW doesn’t need to cease in it’s own existence, it merely needs a savior. I can be said savior. But in order to save it, I must first destroy it. Only then, can the PCW truly be reborn. And only then, can my task be completed. I won’t be denied. Quite simply…Alan gets…what Alan wants!
But that's about all you'll be seeing from me for tonight…but you can safely assume you’ll be seeing much, much more of me. Ta ta, for now.”
As Alan turns to walk away from the ring, Heaven's a Lie- LACUNA COIL begins to blast into the arena and lights strobe in time with the music, silhouetting LoKi on the stage. As the music picks up, the stage is illuminated in a blast of flame and LoKi, with the championship belt draped over his shoulder, walks out onto the stage.
MATCH ONE
Non-Title Tables Match
LoKi (World ©) vs. "Majestic" Alan Christopher
Referee: Steve Shaw
Match Details: Jerry Andrews: Loki has a less than impressed look on his face.
Al Laiman: Well, we've just received word that Alan Christopher has been booked to face the World Champion in a tables match.
Jerry Andrews: That's a bit sudden, wouldn't you say?
Al Laiman: Thank the new management.
Referee Steve Shaw slides into the ring and quickly informs Alan of the news. Christopher is none too happy. Loki slowly walks up the steps to the ring apron and steps between the ropes, circling the interior of the ring with the intensity of a caged animal before lifting the PCW World title into the air as the fans boo. As the music dies down, Loki retreats to the corner and waits for the referee. Steve Shaw calls both men into the middle of the ring and explains the rules.
Jerry Andrews: Remember that a competitor can only win by physically putting his opponent through a table, not if they accidentally fall through a table on their own.
Al Laiman: Yeah, what kind of idiot would do that?
Jerry Andrews: Have you ever been in a table match, Al?
Al Laiman: I don’t like the tone of your voice, Jerry.
With Shaw’s voice ringing in their ears, both competitors ready themselves and the bell is rung. Each man is tentative at first but inch by inch they move closer until they finally launch into a tie up. Loki tries to fight the strength of ‘The Magistrate of Magnificence’ but the 40lbs he’s giving up is too much and the impressive looking newcomer throws him backwards with an impressive thrust. An audible gasp can be heard from the crowd as Loki looks surprised and Christopher strikes yet another pose, flexing his muscles.
Nodding as if accepting a challenge, Loki gets to his feet and the two begin to circle again. Once more they lunge forward into a collar and elbow tie up but Loki immediately transition into a rear waist lock. Hoping to catch the larger man off balance, the World Champion attempts to lift Christopher up for a German Suplex but can barely get his feet off the mat. Before he can attempt a second, however, Christopher reverses into a rear waist lock of his own and hauls Loki into the air. Hanging there for a moment the newcomer finally slams him chest first into the mat and locks in a front headlock.
Jerry Andrews: Impressive technical skill and strength from the debutant.
Al Laiman: Our World Champion is certainly taking his time to adjust to this new opponent.
Using his size advantage, ‘The Magistrate’ lifts his body to gain leverage before dropping back to the mat to apply extra pressure on the neck. In order to keep his advantage, Christopher quickly manoeuvres himself into a grounded Crossface Chickenwing. While not being able to win the match in this position, Christopher does seem to be weakening The Fallen Angel. Realising this situation, Loki begins to fight his way to his feet, using all his strength to combat his larger opponent. Back to his knees, Loki frees his arm and nails a snapmare that finally releases him.
As Alan Christopher gets to his feet Loki reacts first and rushes at his troublesome opponent, diving forward with a dropkick to the knee. The World Champion carries his momentum by getting to his feet, hitting the ropes and nailing a snapping STO to the only just recovering debutant.
Jerry Andrews: That’s why he’s the champion, coming back against the momentum.
With his opponent down, Loki refocuses on the objective of the match and jumps through the ropes to the outside. There, resting against the security barriers are numerous tables and Loki picks his desired object and slides it into the ring. After following it in, Loki sets up the table in the centre of the ring.
Jerry Andrews: Loki’s got the right idea, the only way to win is by putting the opponent through a table.
Al Laiman: You already said that, idiot.
As Loki works on his destructive implement, Christopher reaches his feet behind him and wastes no time in attacking with a clubbing blow to the back. Not giving Loki a chance to fight back, Christopher grabs him around the waist once again and throws him overhead with a shuddering German Suplex. Christopher holds onto Loki though and rolls back to his feet, ensuring that he’s lined up with the table. With a heave, Christopher tries to throw the World Champion through the table, only to receive an elbow to the forehead. Loki follows it up with another two elbows before Christopher releases him, then rushes toward the ropes.
Jerry Andrews: Loki was mere moments away from losing this match.
The World Champion rebounds off the ropes and goes for a Lariat, launching his arm toward the head of his opponent but at the very last second Christopher ducks. With Loki off balance, Christopher grabs him in something resembling an Olympic Slam and hauls him into the air. The newcomer aims to drive the champion head first through the table but Loki kicks hard to escape, rolling treacherously backward toward the table. With remarkable agility, Loki manages somehow to land on his feet on the table, avoid a fatal crash.
Al Laiman: Christopher is doing everything he can to put Loki through that table and he’s getting closer each time.
‘The Magistrate of Magnificence’ turns around expecting to have won, only to receive a vicious boot to the face for his troubles. With his opponent stunned, Loki throws himself from the top of the table and locks in a headlock before t rolling through and nailing a sickening swinging neckbreaker. Christopher hits the mat hard but Loki doesn’t seem content with the damage done and escapes to the outside once again.
Jerry Andrews: He’s going for another table.
Al Laiman: Perhaps a little bit of overkill from our World Champion.
As if to cover all exits, Loki sets up the table on the outside and positions it close to the apron before climbing back into the ring. Once inside he takes a moment to look outside at his handiwork but this gives Christopher a chance to regroup and get to his feet. Loki turns just in time to catch Alan rushing toward him and dodges, hoping his momentum will send him up and over the top rope, crashing through the table…
…but Christopher stops short, screeching to a halt just before the ropes. He turns to find Loki throwing his arm at him for another Lariat and raises his arms just in time to block the blow. Using his strength, Christopher pushes Loki all the way back to the ropes and rushes forward himself. Before the champion can put up any defence he’s hit by a huge running boot to the face, knocking him to the mat holding his head.
Feeling the tide of the match turning back in his favour, Christopher goes back to the table in the ring and moves it closer to the corner as if setting it up for something. He’s so involved in getting the perfect position for the table that he takes his eye off Loki a moment too long. The next he knows of the Fallen Angel’s presence is a sharp pain in the back of the knee as he gets chop-blocked. Holding himself up with the table, Christopher is left at just the right height for Loki to hook him up and nail a neck-shattering Baal and the Dragon Suplex. Without hesitation LoKi goes straight for the Valkyries Wings, locking it in hard.
Jerry Andrews: Again we see the submission game coming into play.
Al Laiman: It won’t win the match but it’ll weaken your opponent enough to get near.
Christopher struggles against the hold and referee Steve Shaw can only look on. There is no rope break so all ‘The Magistrate’ can do is try to fight out of the hold. The crowd have no idea who to cheer for so they wait to see who comes out on top… which is Christopher as he uses his strength to force his way out of the move.
Al Laiman: Fantastic resilience from the new guy.
Both men push themselves up to their feet and turn to face each other at exactly the same moment. Loki is the man that reacts first, nailing a boot to the gut and catching sight of the table on the outside of the ring. Grabbing Christopher by the head, Loki runs at the ropes and throws him over the top rope toward the table before turning around and raising his hands in victory.
Jerry Andrews: I didn’t hear a crash? Did you?
Al Laiman: Nope… but I hear a cat being skinned!
Hanging on to the top rope, Christopher managed to save himself from a certain loss and uses his agility to skin the cat and climb back into the ring, unbeknownst to his opponent. When Loki realises the bell hasn’t been rung he turns and sees his surprisingly lively opponent waiting for him and gets nailed with a brutal looking Judgement Slam, known to Christopher as the Devastation Driver.
With Loki seemingly out cold, Christopher hauls him off the mat and over to the table where he lays him. The newcomer, feeling the adrenaline rushing through his veins, goes to the nearby corner and begins to climb from the inside until he reaches the middle. Staring out into the crowd he’s overcome by the feeling to… pose.
Al Laiman: Oh lord he’s at it again.
Jerry Andrews: Yeah but… just look at those pecks!
Al Laiman: Get a room!
With time ticking by, Loki stirs and manages to roll off the table, nailing a low blow to the unprotected man-plums of ‘The Magistrate’. Climbing to the second turnbuckle with Christopher, Loki uses all his remaining strength to lift him onto his shoulder in what appears to be the set up to the Omega Driver.
Jerry Andrews: Dear god… he can’t be thinking of this!
…but he is, and without a moments thought for his own well being Loki throws himself and Christopher off the second turnbuckle and hits a devastating Ragnarok through the table.
Winner(s): LoKi via putting Alan Christopher through a table
Majestic Resurrection
Details: (LoKi poses with his World Championship to a loud chorus of boos. As LoKi exits the ring, we can see former PCW World Champion Pegasus, who has not been seen in quite some time, sitting in the front row. LoKi shoots Pegasus a dirty look as Pegasus shoots a disapproving look right back in LoKi's direction. LoKi scoffs it off and exits to the back.
Inside the ring, Alan Christopher, fresh off his loss, is starting to stir. Finally, amidst the broken fragments of a table, Alan pulls himself up to his feet. The PCW Faithful begin to groan at Alan's “resurrection”, as some may want to call it, and it is only intensified when Alan requests a microphone from PCW ring announcer Mark Long. Once the microphone is in his hand, Alan speaks.)
“Majestic” Alan Christopher: That match was a travesty! I was unprepared and wasn't given as much notice as I should have for this type of match. Really, who gets put in a Tables Match twenty-four hours after they sign a contract?! How unfair was that? That's not how you treat a Superstar! That's not how you treat your Savior! But if I was put in a situation with the PCW World Champion that I couldn't properly prepare for, then a former PCW World Champion will be put in a situation that he will be unprepared for. Pegasus...get your ass in my ring! I want to have some words with you.
(The PCW Faithful begin a loud Pegasus chant, and, after a moment of hesitation, the former PCW International, Tag Team, and World Champion decides to hop the guard rail to confront Alan. Pegasus is dressed in a pair of jeans a sleeveless, white jean jacket with a halo on the back, and a pair of sneakers; Pegasus enters the ring by the ring steps and then through the second-and-third ropes. Once in the ring, Pegasus walks up to wear Alan is and waits.)
“Majestic” Alan Christopher: Give this man a round of applauds.
(The PCW Faithful have no problem obliging that request!)
“Majestic” Alan Christopher: I'm really impressed. It's not everyday you see a person willingly enter the ring knowing they're about to be destroyed by the One True God. And in Alan 13:69, it was said, “The first thing you must do is lay down before me. You must surrender your life to me. Because in order to save you, I must first destroy you.”
(And with that, Alan leaps into action, attacking Pegasus with a stiff left hand. Or at least so he thought! Pegasus, as if he received a premonition, quickly blows the blow and starts delivering some of his own to Alan.)
Jerry Andrews: The fans are loving this!
Al Laiman: Maybe it was Alan who was not prepared for Pegasus!
(Pegasus rocks Alan and then bounces across the ropes. He comes flying back with an attempted cross-body, but Alan catches him.)
Al Laiman: ...The dreaded cross-body block. I don't know why people even use it these days- the success-rate isn't too high, and if you do succeed at getting the move off, it is rarely incapacitating. Seems more risk than reward if you ask me.
(Pegasus tries to elbows out of the grip, but Alan holds tight and delivers an Earth-shattering Scoop Powerslam pin attempt. Alan makes his own count, but doesn't stop at three- he continues on to five! He then stands to his feet and flexes his muscles.)
Al Laiman: I hear he likes to call that pose the, “Post of the Magistrate.” What a douchebag.
Jerry Andrews: I don't think he is anything like Jeremy Bagwell!
Al Laiman: That's a J-Bag, Jerry.
Jerry Andrews: Oh, well, in that case...uhm, look at that pose!
(The feed, still focusing on Alan posing, fades out into a commercial.)
MATCH TWO
2-on-1 Handicap Match
Machine (w/Viktor Krauser) vs. 2Guys
Referee: Marcos Cruz
Match Details: Trauma returns from commercial to find Jackle and Menace, collectively known as 2Guys, standing in the ring playing a good old fashioned game of Paper-Rock-Scissors. The fans are amused by the tandems' antics.
Jerry Andrews: Folks, this is a handicap match. Former PCW Tag Team Champions, 2Guys, are in the ring set to take on the monster known as Machine in two-on-one competition. This match was originally scheduled to be a three-on-one match but the third competitor, who shall remain nameless, refused to participate.
Al Laiman: Can you blame him? I wouldn't wanna get in there with that thing, either.
Marilyn Manson's "Beautiful People" thumps over the speakers and out waddles the stout German, Viktor Krauser. After standing at the top of the ramp with his arms crossed for a moment, soaking up the negative energy from the PCW Faithful, he finally turns to summon the beast. Ducking beneath the bottom of the PCW-tron, Machine emerges from the back.
Jerry Andrews: Look at the size of him! Fans, you can't truly appreciate the gargantuan nature of Machine unless you see him in person!
Machine lumbers to the ring, steps up onto the ring apron, and climbs in over the top rope. Jackle and Menace have abandoned their little game and have now adopted looks of wide-eyed astonishment. Krauser watches on from the outside as referee Marcos Cruz cautiously calls for the bell.
Al Laiman: I know this is a two-on-one match, but I really don't like 2Guys' odds in this one.
Jackle and Menace both stare like deer in the headlights, waiting for the Giant German to make a move...but he doesn't. Machine stands motionless. Confused, the former tag champs inch closer and closer until Menace finally musters up the courage to poke the big guy in the stomach. Still nothing. Feeling extra brave, Jackle tiptoes up beside the giant and wraps his arm around his waist while Menace produces a camera from...somewhere. Posing, and even slipping in a few pelvic thrusts, Jackle has his picture taken by Menace the Photographer. The fans begin laughing once again.
Al Laiman: Where in the hell did that camera come from? Is he wearing clown pants?
Jerry Andrews: More importantly, what in the HELL are these two doing?!
Not one to be outdone, Menace tosses the camera to Jackle and decides that it's his turn to pose with the mammoth. Only, rather than just pose beside him, Menace opts to climb Machine like a giant oak tree until he's sitting on Machine's shoulders. Flashing a cheesy grin and a double thumbs up, Menace has his picture taken atop the Giant German. Meanwhile, outside the ring, Krauser slips one hand into the pocket and raises the other out in front of him for a thumbs up of his own.
Jerry Andrews: Uh oh...
Krauser turns the thumb down and Machine suddenly jerks to life! Throwing logic out the window, Jackle charges. With Menace still hanging on for dear life, Machine wraps a meat hook around Jackle's neck with such force that the disposable camera goes sailing into the second row - a nice souvenir for a lucky fan. Before Jackle can fall victim to the Goozle, Menace digs his fingers into the eye holes of Machine's mask. Machine looses the blue haired Brit and hurls Jackle to the mat. Jackle rolls with the landing and springs back to his feet beside his partner and the fans come to their feet! Jackle and Menace look at each other, nod, and then charge while screaming at the top of their lungs! Machine reaches out and grabs both men by the throat, causing their screams to halt abruptly. He promptly lifts both men into the air for a double Goozle! Menace lands with such impact that he's flipped over onto his stomach.
Al Laiman: Good grief!
Krauser barks orders from the outside in German as Machine dismantles the duo. Pulling Menace up by the face, he smashes him into the mat with a devastating powerbomb! Machine yanks Jackle to his feet by a handful of blue locks and gives him similar powerbomb treatment. 2Guys are out cold, but Machine isn't looking for a pin. He's looking for complete and utter annihilation. But before Machine can inflict any further damage, referee Cruz puts a stop to the match. Having seen enough carnage, he awards the decision to Machine.
Winner(s): Machine via referee stoppage
Machine: Unchallenged
Details: (Unfortunately for Marcos Cruz, he's inadvertently put himself in the path of destruction. Machine serves his master well and plants Cruz with a Goozle so vile that one of his shoes flies off!)
Jerry Andrews: Enough is enough! We need some help out here!
(Krauser slowly makes his way into the ring with a microphone as Machine hoists Cruz off the mat by the throat and hurls him over the top rope. Returning to Jackle, he begins to choke him with his massive hand. Having seen enough destruction, Krauser places a hand in his pocket, leans over, and whispers something into the giant's ear. And just like that, the carnage stops. The fans boo mercilessly.)
Viktor Krauser: Theese?! Theese is vhat you Amerrrricans call competition?
Jerry Andrews: Jackle and Menace aren't American...
Al Laiman: I don't really think he cares.
Viktor Krauser: My boy, Machine...he is UN-STOPPABLE! To prove it, I will put zee moneys where zee mouth is. In two weeks, at Mass Deztruction, I will pay ten thousand Amerrrrican dollars to any man - ANY MAN! - that can defeat my Machine!
(Having issued his challenge, Krauser and his charge head to the back.)
Tha Alliance Explodes
Details: {As the referee is sent sprinting to the ring for the next upcoming match, before he even has a chance to get inside he is blindsided by Jason Willard who has suddenly hoped over the railing to make the quick attack. The boos are loud, deafening and in some cases obscene with vulgar words being thrown the Anarchist’s way. Willard just fixates a cold stare at the fallen PCW official, drowning out the fans that surround him. Looking up towards the nearest cameraman, Willard slowly walks towards him, backing up the hired help. He then suddenly stops, gives a half grin and slides into the ring. Picking himself up and taking a look around at the PCW faithful, Willard takes a bow as the noise doesn’t die down any. Willard is sporting a black t-shirt that bears the “1 crossroad 2 greatness” symbol on it, which of course is the symbol of now former partner Loco. But crossing it out is a large, ruby red Anarchy symbol. Willard points to this with a devilish smile before pulling a mic from his back pocket.}
Willard: “Week in and week out you trained monkeys have done nothing but boo me the hell out of the arena, and for what? Am I not a “nice” guy or something??”
{This obviously doesn’t go well with the fans.}
Willard:” I have made a career out of not giving a rat’s fucking ass what you people think of me or who you like. That’s not going to change tonight and damn sure will never change at all. So if you don’t like me, then take comfort in knowing the feeling is mutual…”
{Willard now lowers the mic and pulls a white piece of paper out of his back pocket. Opening it up, he shows to the camera that it’s a copy of the contract he signed with Havoc Inc. Willard looks at it, shakes his head and proceeds to rip it up into tiny little pieces before tossing those high into the air.}
Willard: “Guess that makes me a free agent again huh? But let’s take that word free and use it for just a moment. Because as of last week, that’s exactly what I have become: free. I’m free from the mistake that was Havoc Inc, I’m free from the even bigger mistake that was returning to PCW and free from the biggest mistake of all…being the tag team partner of Johnny Marquez…err Loco as you dimwits would know him as..”
{Willard sounds disgusted by having to mention the name of his long time best friend and now new found enemy.}
Willard: “You see it’s very simple. So simple that even your backwoods, redneck intelligence, or I should say lack there of, would understand. For weeks now we had been on a bit of a losing streak. One that we have never had to face and was taking its toll. Loc is not alone in this as I also hold accountable Justin Michaels. But back to the matter at hand. We had given to us one more shot to become number one contenders to the title’s that we NEVER lost, but that I won for us (crowd boos). Oh it’s true folks, look up your history and you’ll see I pinned Lantlas for the victory. But in the match Loco goes out with an “injury” leaving me in a handicap match. Fine by me, I like a good fight. Just when I start getting the momentum going on our side, he has to hobble his ass back down to the ring and fuck it all up. Sure we hit our finisher, but the dumb sob decided “hey, if I’m already hurt, why not take my partner with me” and before you know it, I become a temporary Stevie Wonder. Next thing I know, Loc is flat on his back and getting counted for the 1…2….3
{Willard shakes his head with disgust as a flash of anger begins to build in his eyes.}
Willard: “One…two…three…that’s all it took to end this run of ours. Our first loss as a team, our latest loss in a string of them and our last shot at tag title glory gone in the count of one…two…three. Winning could have cured everything, but no. Loco had to return to the match and cost us EVERYTHING. That’s why I turned on him and did what I did. To send him a FUCKING MESSAGE THAT HE COST ME!!! ME!!!...(Willard changes emotions again). I would have LOVED to finish what I started at Mass Destruction as I have already told myself I have to take Loco’s career to make everything right…even if that meant risking my own. But no, even there the stupid bastard has found a loophole to avoid it. Instead of being retired by my hands at MD, he now seems fit to hide behind a “doctor’s excuse” (this is said with dripping sarcasm). Makes me sick to my stomach. Should make his wife and kids sick as well, knowing they have to call a giant chicken, dad…guess I’ll have to explain to my own wife and daughters all about the latest barnyard animal that Old McDonald had on his farm…”
{Willard stops as the crowd is now cheering….slightly as the arena is filled with someone whistling. Rammstein’s “Engel” (English Version) has hit over the p.a. system and out comes the man with the facepaint, former tag team partner of one Anarchist. Loco is making his way down the aisle, as he has done nothing but stared a hole into his friend. The smirk on Willard’s face, is one of acceptance, as he has drawn out Loco, whom is now in the ring with microphone in hand. Loco paces around his friend, pondering what has all happened since the last time the two were in a ring together. Willard asks “are you done yet, I’ve got plans”. Loco stops and looks at Willard while standing infront of him.}
Loco- You seem to have a few problems, many of which I have been around throughout the years, hell we’re each other’s work wives. You and I have been up and around the bend, there is nothing that we haven’t seen nor heard….until now. I know that when you get things in your mind, other things do not seem logical to you, which is fine, due to the fact that you have to slowly have things pace throughout your warped mind. And your thoughts are clouded, you are not thinking straight.
Willard: And you are?
Loco- I’m seeing better than have been in a really long time. I’ve been playing back in my mind over and over, of just why you have decided to do what you did. I’ve taken in that you’ve turned your back on me twice before. The first leaving my LwO and joining up with your little LOD faction and then when there was a power struggle in F©W and you decided to go with Vickie Nite, while YOU thought it was wise to give ME an ultimatum. That was funny in its own right, so yeah, you know I don’t respond to threats too well, so I sided with the others.
Willard: BLAH BLAH BLAH, we have all heard the story before chump. Fast forward to the part where you are hiding behind some two bit hack’s doctor’s excuse like a second grader.
{Loco looks at Willard, while he gives a chuckle within himself.}
Loco- Again, you are only hearing what you wanted to hear. I’m not going to come out here and go through this. You have avoided my calls and you are keeping the families from seeing each other, my children are wanting to see their uncle, aunt and cousins. You have forbidden Destiny from talking to Loca, I understand telling her not to speak to me, but the women have nothing to do with this. Your problem seems to be with me and your making everyone suffer.
Willard: It is apparent that you have forgotten just who I am and how I operate. I do not care what you have to say, I am the one that is asking for your career, so are you going to man up or are your balls back in Oakland, or Japan or wherever your wife is right now?
{A loud collective “OHHH” is heard from the crowd, as Loco smirks at Willard.}
Loco- You should know that an empty attempt at an insult like that will not work on me. All I have to say, is let’s go into the back and talk this out. I know that your mind is upset about the way things are going around here, but there is nothing that we can do about it. Unlike you, I am not blaming Justin for what has happened, if you wanna play the blaming game, then look at the suits of Pure Class Wrestling. They know that they do not want us to face their champions, so they did what they could to keep us achieving what we wanted and a small fuck up on my part did cost us that match, I will admit that. BUT, there is things that need to be talked about and we can do that right now. Let’s go into the back talk it out and make sure that I do not really believe that this happened.
{Willard looks confused about what he considers his former friend has said. Willard tilts his head slightly.}
Willard: You wanna talk…to make sure that you {makes air quotations} “believe this didn’t happen”?
Loco- Yes, I don’t believe that this really happened and we can talk this out and let it go.
{Willard turns and rests his arms on the top rope and then reaches up with his right hand and scratches his beard. Willard hangs his head and shakes it. Willard turns around and walks over to Loco.}
Willard: So you believe this didn’t happen, well then fine, it didn’t happen.
{Willard spews green mist into the face of Loco and then kicks him in the gut and drives the head of Loco into the mat with an even flow ddt. Willard kip-ups and is now standing over Loco as the crowd boos. Willard looks down and says to him “now you CAN believe that happened you piece of shit.” Willard exits the ring and back through the crowd, pushing a couple of fans out of his way. Trauma takes a commercial break.}
MATCH THREE
Non-Title Singles Match
Sadistic (International ©) vs.
Referee: Joseph Buckland
Match Details: Pure Class Wrestling returns to find the International Champion, Billy Sadistic, on his way down the aisle. The fans clearly despise this man, but from the look on his face he's not worried about what the fans think. He's worried about his brother, Phinehas Grimm.
Jerry Andrews: I've never seen Sadistic like this. One of the most feared men on the roster since PCW's return, and now it's his turn to be frightened.
Al Laiman: Maybe it's all an act...
Jerry Andrews: Doubtful.
"Hells Bells" by AC/DC begins with a gong and out walks Sean Rhodes. He receives a loud, favorable reactions from the fans. Some aren't sure if they're going to get Rhodes or Non Compos Mentis; some don't care. The run of victories over top heels as of late probably doesn't hurt, either.
Jerry Andrews: Those of you playing PCW Fantasy Wrestling know that Sean Rhodes is leading in points by a large margin. Many believe it's only a matter of time before Rhodes claims the world title...
Rhodes makes his way to the ring looking composed as ever. He is focused on the task at hand, and the task at hand is International Champion Billy Sadistic.
Al Laiman: Rhodes looks to become the only man in PCW history to defeat both Dillinger brothers at back to back events.
Jerry Andrews: A rough task made tougher considering that Rhodes was been ailing from a nasty virus the past couple weeks.
Rhodes steps in through the ropes and sizes up his opponent, a man whom he's already familiar with inside the ring. Referee Buckland briefs both men before starting the match. Rhodes, the larger and more powerful of the two, immediately takes the center of the ring as Sadistic circles around him. Eventually, the Phenom and the Born Psycho lock up.
Jerry Andrews: These men are both notorious for their viciousness inside the ring. Sadistic's crippled men, but Rhodes has actually killed a man!
Sean uses his size and strength to overpower the Phenom and it doesn't take long for old mutton chops to reach into his dirty bag of tricks. An eye gouge provides the opening and the Carnivore of Hardcore seizes it with a boot to the gentlemen vegetables! Bucky senses foul play, but Sadistic insists it was a kick to the lower abdomen.
Al Laiman: Sadistic goes downstairs on Rhodes and Buckland is letting him get away with it!
Jerry Andrews: He didn't actually see it...and Sadistic can be very persuasive.
Reducing Rhodes to a hurting unit, Sadistic takes advantage and employs closed fists to the head of the greatest North American Champion in PCW history. Bucky warns him about the closed fists so Sadistic stops...and sinks his teeth into Sean's forehead! The fan begin booing as Bucky intervenes again. This time, Sadistic takes exception to it and backs Buckland back into the corner.
Jerry Andrews: Sadistic better cool it or he's gonna get himself disqualified.
Al Laiman: I doubt he cares.
After giving Joe Buckland a piece of his mind, Sadistic turns around and walks right into a Sean Rhodes clothesline! The fans erupt as the Born Psycho takes control of the bout. Rhodes whips the Phenom into the ropes and catches him with a spinning spinebuster that results in a two-count. Sean stays on the attack and plants Billy with a brainbuster that nearly garners a three-count!
Jerry Andrews: How close was that?! Rhodes almost had him there.
With Sadistic down in the middle of the ring, Sean climbs to the second turnbuckle and takes flight with a diving headbutt...and misses! Billy shakes the cobwebs free and takes to the top rope. Outstretching both arms, he dives and connects with a high impact swandive headbutt! He makes the cover but Rhodes gets the shoulder up at two.
Jerry Andrews: Sadistic has Sean Rhodes right where he wants him and he says that this one is over.
Rhodes is slowly getting to his feet and Sadistic is ready and waiting to deliver the Sadistic DDT. And that's when the lights go out. The fans begin to scream and holler. "Winter Shaker" by Wovenhand, Grimm's music, slowly seeps over the speakers and the crowd comes unglued!
Jerry Andrews: Phinehas Grimm! That's Grimm's music! He's come to drag his brother to hell!
When the lighting resumes, Rhodes is on his feet in the ring alone with Joseph Buckland. It takes a few seconds for the cameras to find Sadistic...halfway through the crowd with his International Championship in hand!
Al Laiman: Sadistic has bailed!
Bucky starts the ten-count, but all eyes are on the entrance. Referee Buckland reaches ten before the fans realize Grimm isn't coming. Buckland awards the match to Rhodes via countout.
Jerry Andrews: Nobody wants to win like that, but a win's a win.
Winners(s): Sean Rhodes via countout
Interview: Billy Sadistic
Details: (The cameras backstage catch up to Shane Dodge, who appears to be looking to deliver some sort of telegram.)
Shane Dodge: Hey, have you seen Billy Sadistic?
(The lighting technician shakes his head negative.)
Shane Dodge: Damn...
(And then, as if by a stroke of luck, a sweaty Billy Sadistic shuffles into view. His eyes are paranoid, darting to and fro.)
Shane Dodge: Billy Sadistic! Just the man I was looking for. I've been asked to deliver...
Sadistic: An interview? You're asking for an interview from me?! Now, of all times?!
Shane Dodge: Not exactly...
Sadistic: How's this for a scoop, Shane? Mass Destruction is just around the corner, and PCW's International Champion isn't gonna be there! I can't...I will not...I refuse to face my brother at Mass Destruction! So for those of you buying tickets to see Grimm versus Sadistic...don't count on it! Because it ain't gonna happen!
(Sadistic is ready to leave, but Shane's words hold him in place.)
Shane Dodge: Actually, Mr. Sadistic, the reason I stopped you was to relay a message from the man in charge, Alejandro Walker.
(Billy gives Dodge a curious look.)
Shane Dodge: Mr. Walker has received your request to pull out of the International Championship match at Mass Destruction...
(Sadistic raises an eyebrow.)
Shane Dodge: Mr. Walker has declined your request.
(Sadistic is irate. The cheers from the Faithful echo through the hallways.)
Shane Dodge: Furthermore, Mr. Walker believes that you and your brother need to settle this once and for all, so he has decreed that you shall compete in a casket match.
(Again, the fans roar. A wry smile forms on Sadistic's ugly mug.)
Shane Dodge: Wait, there's more. To make sure that you compete in this match, you will both be trapped inside of a steel cell!
(The smile drains from Sadistic's face...but not completely.)
Shane Dodge: And at the bottom here it says: P.S. If Sadistic refuses to show up to the match, he will be fired on the spot!
(The cheers intensify as Sadistic loses it! Having said his piece, Shane is smart enough to get the hell out of...Dodge? However, the lighting technician is not so lucky. Grabbing the little man by the back of the shirt, he swings him around and drives him head first into the CMU wall. The man goes down in a heap as Sadistic grabs his belt and hurries off.)
Jerry Andrews: That was utterly disgusting.
(Somewhere in the garage, Sadistic is probably looking for a vehicle to get as far away from the Pure Class Arena as possible. In the meantime, PCW goes to a break.)
Mass Destruction!
Details: (A three minute promo for the upcoming Mass Destruction II card airs on the PCW-tron hyping up the big matches. A string of clips is shown documenting the rivalry between Usali Basilisk, High Tide, Andy D, and Tyrone Smith with the North American Championship on the line. The Championship Scramble for said North American Championship is hyped up as a 25 minute match with the last man in possession of the title as time expires declared the new champion. The newly announced casket match within a cell is previewed, showing the long, violent history between Grimm and Sadistic with the International Championship up for grabs. The final match promo is for the PCW World Championship. The long, tumultuous roads of both LoKi and Lantlas en route to the main event is shown. Of course...live, and only on pay-per-view!)
Jerry Andrews: That's gonna be a good one, Al.
Al Laiman: I'd pay money to watch it.
Jerry Andrews: Folks, you'd also be well served to pay your hard earned money to take that special someone out to "A World Beyond" starring PCW's very own "Mr. Showtime" Mikey Wryght. It's still in theaters for a little bit longer and it's already the third highest grossing film of all time. I've seen it three times and it's worth every penny.
Al Laiman: He pay you to say that?
MATCH FOUR
Non-Title Three-Way Tag Team Match
Los Amigos Dos (Tag Team ©) vs. Andy D & Usali Basilisk vs. Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith (N.A. ©) & High Tide
Referee: Eddie Lane
Match Details: Most of the combatants in this match have made their way down to the ring, and there is only one man left to get the match started. "10000 Watts of Artificial Pleasure" by Dope Stars Inc. hits and Tyrone Smith makes his way to the ring, his wife Cassie beside him holding his prized North American Championship belt. He steps into the ring where Usali Basilisk and Nacho are standing.
He seems to be fixated on his wife, and when Eddie Lane starts the match, Nacho quickly takes advantage of this. He knocks Crazy Boy off his feet with a hard clothesline, and keeps going, attempting to hit Usali as well. Usali ducks however and Nacho bounces off the ropes, heading back towards him. Nacho manages to duck a clothesline from Usali, but he comes up right in the path of the now standing Crazy Boy. CB plants Nacho with one armed DDT, quickly moving on to Usali.
Usali is slow to react to Crazy Boy who sends him to the mat with a perfectly executed dropkick. Cassie is cheering from ringside and Crazy Boy looks over at her, almost possessively with his two opponents down. High Tide is screaming from the apron for a tag, but the North American Champion doesn't hear him, completely absorbed by his wife. Or is he? An alternate camera view shows that Smith may or may not be staring at his championship belt. Eventually Tide doesn't bother to yell out to him anymore. CB eventually he turns around to face his opponents and there is Nacho Grande, who performs a sunset flip! Eddie Lane goes down to make the count. 1....2....3! Crazy Boy and High Tide are eliminated! As the two men leave the match, it is clear they are arguing intensely, and they don't stop all the way until they hit backstage and they are out of view.
Usali hasn't wasted any time as he tags in Andy D before Nacho could get to his partner. Andy D goes on a relentless offense, coming in hard with quick punches. Nacho however ducks one, and sends Andy into the turnbuckle with an irish whip. Andy doesn't hit the turnbuckle however. He shows great athleticism by going over it and landing on the apron. He jumps on to the ropes and connects on springboard dropkick to Nacho's chest!
Andy quickly goes back on the offensive, and climbs the turnbuckle. He launches off with beautiful moonsault and lands on Nacho. However Andy D appears to have taken the worse end of that move, with Nacho getting his knees up just in time! Nacho climbs to his feet and decides to mirror his opponent by climbing the turnbuckle! He soars gracefully through the air and connects with a 2AM Drive Thru! He quickly goes for the cover! 1....2....3...NO!
Usali is in the ring now, and be breaks up the pin by dropping a knee on Nacho. Nacho gets up angrily but Usali quickly deflates the possibility for an attack by jabbing a thumb in Nacho's eye. Nacho howls in pain, wandering blindly backwards. Usali stops to stare at his hands, as if conflicted but he quickly realizes he is still in a match when Eddie Lane comes over to try and get him out of the ring, not being the legal man.
Usali grabs the arm of the prone Andy D and drags him over to the corner and quickly goes back to the outside. He reaches over and taps Andy on the back, and Eddie signals that a tag has been made. Usali climbs back in, but on the other side, Nacho has regained enough vision to stumble over to Kaard and tag him in. Kaard has a taped up shoulder, but comes in strong. It appears as if though the legal men are going to tie up, but Kaard is deceptive and knocks Usali down with a low dropkick. With his opponent down, the fresh Kaard bounces off the ropes and lands a spiral leg drop on Usali! He quickly goes for the cover. 1...2..kickout! Kaard is frustrated and pulls Usali to his feet.
He irish whips him into the ropes and goes for a clothesline, which Usali manages to duck under. On the rebound, Usali goes for a clothesline himself, but Kaard ducks and knees him in the gut, causing Usali to double over. Kaard proceeds to land a sick neckbreaker on him! He goes for the pin again! 1...2...3NO! A kick out at the last second by Usali Basilisk! Kaard is frustrated now and argues with Eddie Lane for a moment but the referee stands his ground, maintaining that it was not a full three count.
Frustrated, Kaard pull Usali to his feet again, but is in for a nasty surprise when Usali headbutts him, knocking him to the ground. Nacho starts to climb over the ropes to get a piece of Usali, but out of nowhere a recovered Andy D sprints across the ring and throws himself at Nacho with what could be described closest as a spear. Both men go tumbling to the outside, but the brief distraction allows Kaard to quickly get back to his feet.
Even with the injured shoulder he is giving it his all, and he tries to lock up with his opponent. It is evident though his shoulder is bothering him though as Usali suddenly jerks Justin Kaard towards him, and headbutts him! He follows it up with another headbutt! And another! By now it seems that Usali is the only thing holding Kaard up and with one more headbutt he lets go, and Kaard falls to the mat.
Usali is not done though and quickly takes to the turnbuckle. Nacho tries to get back into the ring, but Andy D pulls him off the apron, locking him up so that his partner isn't interrupted. Usali seems to fly off the turnbuckle as he lands The Ascension Dive! Nacho manages to slip away from the grasp of Andy D and slides into the ring as Usali is getting up. Usali manages to see him coming at the last minute and ducks a vicious clothesline attempt. Nacho tries for another one, but Usali ducks this one more easily.
As Nacho is about to rebound off the ropes again, Andy D pulls down the top rope, causing Nacho to go tumbling over. With Nacho out of his way, Usali turns to the legal man, Justin Kaard who is now standing shakily on his feet, the crowd cheering for him wildly, appreciating the fact he is really giving it his all out there. The two exchange punches, when Usali finally ducks one and plants Kaard with a tornado DDT! He drags Kaard into the center of the ring and wrapping his legs around Kaard's torso, he locks him in The Gift!
Nacho and Andy D are fighting furiously on the outside in the meantime! Nacho looks away for one second to see Kaard locked in the submission and when he turns back to deal with Andy D, he receives a Dragon's Bite!
Kaard struggles to get to his feet with Usali still holding on to the submission and even manages to take a step forward, but that is as far as he makes it. He falls forwards, inches away from the ropes. Eddie Lane raises Kaard's arm once and it falls back down with no resistance. He repeats it a second time, with the same result. The crowd is cheering hard trying to get Kaard back in the match, but as his arm is lifted for the third time, it falls back once more with no resistance. Eddie Lane motions for the bell and Usali releases the submission.
Winner(s): Usali Basilisk & Andy D after Usali forced Kaard to submit
Pump the Brakes
Details: (Spotting Usali sucking the life out of Kaard with the Gift, Andy acts quickly. He begins speaking into Usali's ear while tugging at his arm.)
Jerry Andrews: Usali is going to kill him! Crush his windpipe at the very least!
(Before any permanent damage can be done Basilisk relents. Bailing out of the ring, Andy D and Usali Basilisk head to the back together despite being opponents in less than two weeks.)
Al Laiman: Justin Kaard can count his lucky stars Andy D saved his skin.
(Nacho is slow to return to the ring to check on his partner. Grande looks down at Kaard and lets out a big sigh. The Adrenaline King is still writhing in pain. Nacho shakes his head in disappointment before helping the youngster to his feet.)
Jerry Andrews: Could this be a little dissension between the Amigos?
(The Tag Team Champions make their way to the back, but Grande isn't too thrilled about losing the match.)
Crazy in Love
Details: (The cameras catch up to Crazy Boy in the backstage area walking with a heart-shaped box of chocolates. He doesn't seem all too concerned about his elimination from the tag match only minutes ago.)
Jerry Andrews: Aw...how sweet. He must have gotten those for his wife, Cassie.
Al Laiman: Yes, and I'm not sure what you got your lover for Valentine's Day, but I'm sure he's gonna LOVE IT.
Jerry Andrews: ...
(Tyrone Smith arrives at his dressing room and gives a polite knock before entering. Inside the small room is his lovely wife who happens to be getting into her street clothes. The fans are afforded a nice peek before she's able to pull her pants all the way up.)
Jerry Andrews: Ah! Cover your eyes!
(But Crazy Boy doesn't seem all that concerned about his wife's lovely body. In fact, his eyes are locked onto the North American Championship belt which rests peacefully on a wooden table. Making a move towards the belt, as if to offer it the chocolates...)
Cassie: Awww! You got me chocolates for Valentine's Day?!
(Crazy Boy stops in his tracks. He now looks a bit torn. He gives the championship several sidelong glances before finally surrendering the delicious treats to his wife.)
Crazy Boy: Yeaahhh...you bet I did!
(Cassie wraps her arms around Tyrone and gives him a big, wet, eyes-closed smootch! Tyrone can't help but give a yearning glace back at his prized belt as Trauma takes its final commercial break...)
The Man in Black
Details: (Trauma returns to a quick promo hyping up the appearance of Johnny Vivacious at Mass Destruction II. Clips of the Man in Black are shown. Small snippets of him flicking his trademark cancer sticks at backstage workers, petty civilians, and even little children are shown. Then a clip of Johnny V removing his black coat to reveal a striped referee shirt is shown. Vivacious peers down at his new threads as computer generated images of Sean Rhodes and Justin Michaels appear on either side of him. Slowly peeking up at the camera with a wicked grin, the Vivacious One begins laughing as the promo fades to black.)
Jerry Andrews: Yes, indeed! The one and only Johnny Vivacious will be the man charged with officiating the number one contender's match between Sean Rhodes and Justin "Stormm" Michaels at Mass Destruction!
(The camera picks up Justin Michaels watching Johnny V's promo in his private dressing room and he is clearly unhappy about this revelation. Kicking over a chair, Stormm exits his dressing room without his band of loyal security guards.)
Al Laiman: Michaels is pissed and I can't say I blame him.[/color]