Post by A Ghost in the Wind on Jan 18, 2006 12:10:53 GMT -5
PCW Tuesday Trauma
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
Live on E! from the Pure Class Arena in Greenville, South Carolina
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
Live on E! from the Pure Class Arena in Greenville, South Carolina
In the Beginning
Details: The camera pans around the Pure Class Arena as "Chop Suey" by System of a Down blares through the P.A. System. As usual, we see the many fan signs sprinkled throughout the ruckus crowd. But just then...
Coming Next Week
Details: The lights in the arena abruptly shut off and the PCW-Tron illuminates. On it, quickly flashing in and out are large green and purple words, but they can't be made out because, as said, they were flashing in and out. After about 20 seconds, the flashing stops, and the screen fills with the words. The words that are made out? "Coming Next Week". Not sure what it means, but we'll have to see next week.
Match One: Non-Title Singles Match
LoKi {International Champion} vs. Howard Bo Osborn
Referee: Tim Jones
Match Details: This match was just as expected, quick and easy and in favor of LoKi. HBO attacked first in the bout but his onslaught only lasted a mere 30 seconds. The rest of the match, which was a total length of 3 minutes and 26 seconds, saw LoKi go on the offensive and dominate the PCW newcomer. LoKi then picked up the win after nailing the Apocalypse Now and making the pinfall.
Winner
Making Amends...Sorta
Details: The feed cuts to the backstage area, and Chrissy Johnson is about to make her way out for her tag bout. Her music begins to play, but right before she walks through the entrance curtain, Maddog appears. He ask Chrissy what had happened at last week's Trauma and she responded with it was an accident and she was trying to help. Maddog seemed to understand and said that he'll be watching the match from the back, wishing Chrissy good-luck in the process. Chrissy shrugged it off, said that luck wasn't needed, and headed out to make her way to the ring.
Match Two: Non-Title Tag Team Match
Chrissy Johnson {Tag Team Champion} & Belinda Styles vs. Melissa Malone & Jamie Pereira
Referee: Roberto Garcia
Match Details: Belinda, who was originally known as Destiny, makes her debut teaming with one-half of the current PCW Tag Team Champions Chrissy Johnson to take on fellow debutante Melissa Malone and a person that made their debut last week at Trauma [31], Jamie Pereira. The match went started off pretty well, with Chrissy and Melissa starting it off for their respective teams. Melissa seemed to surprise everyone when she dominated the Tag Champion, who then tagged out in favor of Belinda. Belinda and Melissa then went at it for the next few minutes, with Belinda edging her out in the momentum department. But that was mildly cut short when Jamie got the hot tag in and started to clean house- first knocking down Belinda and then knocking down Chrissy when Chrissy ran into the ring. With Belinda being the legal woman, Jamie turned her focus on her. This allowed Chrissy Johnson to roll out the ring, grab her Tag Team Title, run into the ring, and knock Jamie right in the back of the head with it. Referee Roberto Garcia, at the 6 minute and 48 second mark signaled for the bell, disqualifying Chrissy and Belinda. Belinda seemed unhappy at the outcome, rolled out the ring and stormed to the back, while Chrissy ducked out the ring herself.
Winner
Match Three: Singles Match
Austin "The Shark" Majesky (w/Benjamin Banks) vs. Layla Marie
Referee: Eddie Lane
Match Details: Layla seemed to have alot on her plate in this contest, taking on the Benjamin Banks protege, the big brute, Austin "The Shark" Majesky. And guess what: everybody knew this. However, no one expected Layla to be able to compete with this big, young monster, as she clearly relied on her quickness and her smarts to combat with Austin. But in the end, it was Austin's share power that allowed him to finally gain control of the match, and then subsequently winning it at the 6 minute and 42 second mark, after hitting the Shark Attack and following it up with the winning pinfall. Benjamin Banks seemed very happy with his boy.
Winner
Club Vivacious Debuts on Trauma
Details: (After a short commercial break, the camera returns to ringside where a bar has been setup on the stage. The set is complete with an actual bartender tending a bar and liquor cabinet on the left side of the stage and three guys seated at a table drinking long neck Buds and playing a game of five-card on the right.)
Jerry Andrews: What the hell is going on here?
"It's the Vivacious edition...rap and roll!"
(Above the set, the PCW-Tron lights up with a flashing "CLUB V" neon sign. Much like last week the Ludacris and Sum 41 mash version of, "Get Back" brings the crowd to their feet as it thumps the arena. The set gets engulfed in a cloud of smoke from beneath the stage as the lights flash and beam over the sea of PCW foam hands, T-shirts and homemade posters.)
Mike Hunt: Someone get me a Bubblegum Schnapps!
Jerry Andrews: I guess we are going to be...
(Johnny Vivacious bursts through the jet-black curtain and steps out into the cloud of smoke. A smile from ear to ear as he air strums to the riff blaring from the speakers. The smoke rises above the stage as the man in black takes center stage and the music fades out.)
Jerry Andrews: Does his shirt say what I think it says?
Mike Hunt: I can't...WOW! "I support gay marriage" only if both chicks are hot!
Jerry Andrews: That's what I thought!
Johnny Vivacious: Hello...I'm Johnny V!
(The crowd jeers the attempted impersonation, but he is undaunted as he steps to the bar. Apparently he is wearing some sort of attached or pin-on microphone as his order, Vodka double-dirty plus a scout, is clearly audible over the crowd. The bartender goes to fixing his drink as he turns his attention to the poker trio on the opposite side of the stage.)
Johnny Vivacious: Gentlemen, I'd like to welcome you to my fine establishment. Hope that you allow Club Vivacious to be an added element of "class" to this podunk promotion.
Jerry Andrews: Was that some sort of insult to PCW?
Mike Hunt: I thought they paid you to know these things?
(He returns to the bar, grabs his drink and shoots it. The straight scout follows closely behind then he returns to the center of the stage. As the crowd continues to boo, he takes a pack of Reds from his back pocket and lights up using his "FU" Zippo.)
Jerry Andrews: So what's the point in all of this?
Mike Hunt: Can you not see the man is busy...
Jerry Andrews: ...Killing time...
Mike Hunt: ...Give him a minute!
(A long, slow drag off of the cigarette proceeds a cloud of smoke rising as it's exhaled through his nostrils. The crowd maintains their decibel of dislike as he takes a second and third, seemingly enjoyable, hit off of the cancer causing coffin nail. Finally he purses the Red between his lips and flips ashes everywhere as he speaks.)
Johnny Vivacious: Okay...shut the hell up! I have some important business to discuss!
(The crowd, far from obliging, do just the opposite and jeer louder. He shrugs it off and continues regardless.)
Mike Hunt: How rude!
Johnny Vivacious: Like I said this is my establishment and my time, I'd appreciate it if you showed me a little respect. After all, I'm the reason the number of asses in seats has increased in a week's time. You all came to see me so shut up and listen.
Jerry Andrews: I don't think Johnny is getting quite the reception that he wanted.
Johnny Vivacious: You see, last week I went to the ring, I spoke my mind and I made a promise. Then I did what no one else in this minor league promotion has done in it's history- I acted on it!
Mike Hunt: OUCH!
Jerry Andrews: I think he just belittled PCW again.
Johnny Vivacious: I may not have hit my mark, but I made clear what my intentions are and some of you along with a few so called Superstars didn't like it.
Jerry Andrews: He's referring to smashing a chair that was intended for Non Compos Mentis against the skull of Pegasus.
Mike Hunt: Sheesh! Do you think so?
Johnny Vivacious: All week long all I've heard is piss and moan. Get the fuck over it people. I don't know if any of you are familiar with just who the hell I am so I've went out and done you all a favor.
Jerry Andrews: This can't be good.
Johnny Vivacious: It seems that PCW has some class after all. There is a man on the roster that knows me VERY well. Hell, he was considered a part of my family at one time. My Dad trained him and made him the superstar that he is today!
Jerry Andrews: Tell me he isn't aligning himself with...
(The crowd begin a thunderous "STORMM" chant.)
Johnny Vivacious: So as this is the PCW debut of Club Vivacious it is my honor to bring out the man that trained me...my mentor...
(The lights in the arena flicker out, causing the arena to be completely black. The sound of thunder rolls over the crowd with an orange light that flashes every so often like lightning. Ordinary Man by Breaking Benjamin blasts throughout the arena. The crowd goes crazy as a blast of pyrotechnic hits the entrance way, and the arena fills with orange lights.)
Mike Hunt: Believe it or not Jerry here comes...
("Stormm" then appears on the stage, he poses for the crowd, and looks out through the arena at all the screaming fans. He and Vivacious shake hands at the top of the stage as the lights come back to full illumination and the song fades. Vivacious offers "Stormm" a drink, but it's refused as "Stormm" holds up his bottle of Dasani.)
Johnny Vivacious: What, have you mellowed with age?
("Stormm" nods as the fans begin to jeer loudly again.)
Jerry Andrews: Okay, this isn't funny.
Mike Hunt: What?
Jerry Andrews: That is clearly not Justin Michaels! It's nothing more than a man in a mask!
Johnny Vivacious: So, Stormm, is it true that my Dad was influential in making you the superstar you are today?
(Vivacious puts the microphone at the mouth hole in the mask, but quickly pulls it away.)
Johnny Vivacious: No! My Dad made you the arena sellout superstar that you once were! You went and flushed all that down the hopper and became nothing more than a second rate trainer. Where you taught me everything you fuckin' know right?
("Stormm" nods.)
Johnny Vivacious: Then you join a bush league promotion thinking it would be easy pickings for a superstar of your former caliber, right?
(Again, "Stormm" nods as the crowd begins to throw garbage up onto the stage at the mockery.)
Johnny Vivacious: You could clearly wipe the canvas with the likes of Ace Anderson, right? Which means you could make short work of someone such as Non Compos Mentis and Pegasus, correct?
("Stormm" continues to nod in agreement with the disparaging words.)
Johnny Vivacious: I mean they are nothing more than Wrestling Gods among wrestling's bottom feeders and gutter dwellers, right? Someone like you, who has been to the big stage and sold-out the major arenas, could easily run havoc over the competition.
Jerry Andrews: No pun intended I'm sure.
Mike Hunt: I don't think Stormm has quit nodding since he arrived.
Jerry Andrews: That's NOT Stormm you imbecile.
Johnny Vivacious: So, would you agree that I could easily kick your old ass back into retirement as I did Quinn Masters, Glyn Speight and Chris Gil?
Mike Hunt: Still nodding.
Jerry Andrews: Still not the genuine article!
Johnny Vivacious: Which means, if my math is correct, you would have to agree that the "class...superstars" of PCW stand no chance against myself, right?
Mike Hunt: OH MAN!
(For the first time since taking the stage "Stormm" shakes his head.)
Johnny Vivacious: There you have it folks! Straight from my mentor! There is no one in PCW that stands a chance against me.
(Vivacious turns his attention to "Stormm".)
Johnny Vivacious: Not even the Havoc-bringer! Get off my stage or I'll prove it you old coot.
(Vivacious stomps his foot and "Stormm" darts behind the curtain.)
Jerry Andrews: What a load of crap.
Johnny Vivacious: In short time I plan to start my reign of terror over this toilet you call Pure Class Wrestling. Starting with Pegasus and working my way to whomever sits atop the porcelain throne when I get there to knock them the fuck off.
(Vivacious turns to the poker trio.)
Johnny Vivacious: Last call fellas!
Jerry Andrews: This guy needs knocked down a dew steps!
(Vivacious puffs away at the cigarette before flicking off of the stage and into the crowd. He turns to the curtain and disappears behind it leaving the crowd red hot in jeer as we cut to a commercial.)
Match Four: North American Championship Match
Non Compos Mentis {Champion} vs. The Byrd (w/Rage)
Referee: Travis Wilson
Match Details: It would be fitting that Johnny Vivacious would come out and make his presence felt just a few moments before Non Compos Mentis made his way out to defend his North American Championship against The Byrd. I don't think it was a coincidence, but I've been assured it was. Anywho, back to this match. The Byrd surprised many this week, as he was able to stand up to the North American Champion and not look like a fool. But I'd like to note that having Rage at ringside, sure didn't hurt. The two battled evenly for a better part of 9 minutes, with The Byrd's biggest breaks coming with some outside help from Rage. At the end of the match, it seemed as if The Byrd might actual get the upset and defeat Non Compos Mentis for the North American Championship after he was able to hit the Byrd's Eye View from seemingly out of nowhere. But it was at this moment that Chrissy Johnson, and her PCW Tag Team Championship belt, came strolling down to ringside. She immediately caused a distraction, as she started mouthing off to Rage at ringside, while Byrd shouted at her in the ring. With a quick swoop, she hoisted her title into the air and crashed it down quickly across Rage's face. This caused Byrd to exit the ring and help his manager/friend. As he rolled out, Referee Travis Wilson started the mandatory ten count. The Byrd immediately went after Chrissy and the two began fighting, the referee still counting in the background. It was about this time, or roughly the 10 minute and 17 second mark, that Maddog ran his way down the aisle. The referee counted the ten and Maddog was saved a defeat via count-out.
Winner
And the Plot Thickens
Details: Maddog makes his way over to where the fighting is taking place, as Non Compos Mentis heads to the back, and helps his partner get the upperhand on The Byrd. Just then, Jamie Pereira runs down the aisle and makes the odds more even, going right after Chrissy. Byrd begins to fight back aswell, and they chase Maddog and Chrissy to the back.
Matches Made
Details: The PCW-Tron clicks on, and on it, shows a run-down of the card for next week's Trauma event. Just announced was a Non-Title Tag Team Match of Chrissy Johnson and Maddog to take on The Byrd, with Rage, and Jamie Pereira. In the Main Event Match, we'll see another Tag Team Match, but this time we'll be pitting Ace Anderson and Johnny Vivacious against Non Compos Mentis and Justin "Stormm" Michaels. Also hyped was the International Championship Number One Contender's Match between the winners of the Grimm/Maddog and Mr. Showtime/Slither matches here tonight.
Preparing for Battle?
Details: (Mr. Showtime is seen backstage walking arm-in-arm with Perfection. He seems to be very focused on his match tonight, so much in fact that he doesn't hear the footsteps coming from around the corner. As the pair reach the turn Phinehas Grimm steps out and nearly collides with Mikey Wryght. After the initial shock wears off, the two stand nose-to-nose, glaring at one another.)
Jerry Andrews: Uh oh...if these two win their respective matches tonight, they will face one another in a match to declare the International Championship #1 Contender next week!
Mike Hunt: Fight! Fight! Fight!
(Unfortunately for Mike, Grimm steps aside and, smirking, ushers them past.)
Grimm: Good luck tonight, Showtime.
Showtime: You too, Grimm.
(It's obvious neither one means it. Showtime and Perfection disappear around the corner, but the camera stays fixed on Grimm as he heads on down the hall. Suddenly, Showtime bursts into view and clobbers Grimm with a forearm to the back of the head. Phinehas stumbles a few steps before falling, and Showtime gets in a kick to the ribs before running off. Grimm rolls over and sits up. He grabs his side and scowls as he gets to his feet. Oddly enough, though, he resumes his walk instead of chasing after his assailant.)