Post by A Ghost in the Wind on Jan 31, 2006 7:59:07 GMT -5
Because of reasons beyond my control, my Internet may be shutting down for the next few days. And since I don't know how long I have until the 'Net goes down [and it should be any moment now], I have decided to release "results only" results this week, for the time being. When the 'Net gets back up, I'll edit them to be their normal ways. As for the segments I received, I'll be going back into this thread and posting the segments as whole as soon as I post this. I just want to make sure this is up before it's too late. That way, we know who has won going into the PPV. Anway, the matches outcomes are:
In The Ring Looking Out:
(The lights in the arena flicker out, causing the arena to be completely black. The sound of rain pouring down onto the crowd starts up, and sounds of thunder rolling echo the walls of the arena. Flashes of orange light follow the sounds of thunder every so often like lightning, and "Ordinary Man" by Breaking Benjamin begins to blast throughout the arena. The crowd starts to go crazy as the familiar music plays, along with the sounds of rain, thunder, and the flashing orange lights of lightning. A blast of pyro hits the entrance way, and the arena fills with solid orange lights.)
Mike Hunt: Well I think we all know what that music, and this lighting means?
Jerry Andrews: Yes we do Mike, and I can't wait.
Mike Hunt: What are you talking about? You can't wait to be bored to death?
Jerry Andrews: That's not even close to the truth. Come on, you know what this means!
Mike Hunt: Yeah, I just told you. I'm going to be bored to death here. This guy is too old to be out here.
Jerry Andrews: I think you are one of few here tonight who thinks so.
(Justin Michaels then appears on the stage, and the crowd blows the roof off of the arena as he poses for them, and looks out through the arena at all the screaming fans. He begins his walk down the ramp to the ring, and he slaps hands with a couple of random fans around the ring before sliding in on his stomach under the bottom rope. He gets to his feet once in the ring, and rotates a slow three hundred and sixty degrees looking at the crowd.)
Jerry Andrews: It's his first appearance inside of the ring, other than a wrestling match, in over three years Mike. Can you believe it?
Mike Hunt: I suppose I have to. I think this would be the perfect time to go get some snacks though.
Jerry Andrews: Go for it, the lines will be short right now, if there are even any lines.
Mike Hunt: I'd go if I wasn't too lazy.
(Justin gets handed a mic through the ropes as the crowd continues to go crazy. He stands in the middle of the ring for a few moments, just looking out through the arena from inside of the ring. He has a large smile on his face, despite the stitches in his upper lip. The crowd's reaction dies down a little bit, and gives him the opportunity to talk.)
Justin Michaels: Well Greenville...
(And that's all it takes before the crowd blows the roof off again. All 20,000 in attendance seem to be on their feet, and making some noise.)
Jerry Andrews: Let's see you get up there, say two words, and get a crowd reaction like that.
Mike Hunt: I wouldn't even need to say anything.
Jerry Andrews: Yeah, they'd boo you right out of there before giving you a chance to say anything.
Mike Hunt: I don't...
Jerry Andrews: Shhhhhhh! He's about to continue.
(The crowd quiets down again, and Justin continues.)
Justin Michaels: I know every week is spent right here in the Pure Class Arena, and I know a lot of you in attendance tonight have already seen me live for my first three or four appearances, but I figured, what the hell. Give Greenville what the want.
(The roof goes once more as a "Stormm" chant starts throughout the crowd. Michaels wastes no time to continue, though.)
Justin Michaels: Unfortunately, a match with me tonight won't be happening.
(The crowd begins to boo.)
Mike Hunt: Too many screws loose after that title shot he took from Anderson last week.
Jerry Andrews: Let's see anyone take a belt shot to the face any better than he did.
(Michaels nods his head in agreement.)
Justin Michaels: As far as I'm concerned, I could have wrestled tonight, but I guess others saw it a little differently. So the next best thing, well, me inside this very right at the top of the show!
(As the crowd applauds, Justin takes off the jacket to his suit, and tosses it into one of the corners.)
Justin Michaels: So what all is there for me to say? Why could be so important that they'll let me open up the show tonight? Well, could it be David Van Dam?
(The crowd cheers slightly.)
Justin Michaels: Non Compos Mentis?
(The crowd's reaction changes to that of a mixed one, with more cheers than boos.)
Justin Michaels: The Prophet?
(The crowd then starts to boo completely.)
Justin Michaels: Johnny Vivacious?
(The crowd's boos intensify.)
Justin Michaels: Perhaps the upcoming pay-per-view, Mass Destruction?
(The crowd cheers PCW's biggest event of the year.)
Justin Michaels: Or my opponent for Mass Destruction, Ace Anderson, our "beloved" World Champion.
(The deafening sound of jeers echoes through the arena as the crowd boos the mention of Ace Anderson. Justin nods his head as the crowd continues to show their hatred.)
Mike Hunt: Where's he going with this?
Jerry Andrews: Somewhere only you wouldn't understand.
Mike Hunt: I'd almost take that as a compliment right now.
(Michaels moves a little bit, facing a different part of the crowd now.)
Justin Michaels: Maybe it's all of those too, but tonight, well; I've got my attention focused on three of the previously mentioned.
Mike Hunt: Did he mention your mom in there anywhere?
Jerry Andrews: Now that was uncalled for.
(The crowd's reactions die down, and Justin continues.)
Justin Michaels: Johnny Vivacious.
Mike Hunt: That's right, Johnny had the "real" Stormm on his Club Vivacious a couple of weeks back. Why is this imposter out here?
Jerry Andrews: You need to come back to reality sometimes, you know that right?
Mike Hunt: I've never left.
(The crowd begins to boo.)
Justin Michaels: Now I've known this guy for several years now. His father...
(Several heads in the audience bow in remembrance of the late, great, Joseph Remington Matthews. Justin's head does the same for a second or so.)
Justin Michaels: He's the reason I made it as far as I have in this business. Some have speculated that Jonathan and I would be good friends, and they couldn't be farther from the truth. We've despised each other for years, and for what? To be honest, I couldn't tell you. You can ask Mr. Vivacious himself, he might be able to tell you, but I couldn't. Then again, things may start to change between the two of us before long.
(The crowd’s reaction to this is very mixed.)
Mike Hunt: Wait a second, what does he mean by this?
Jerry Andrews: I don't know, but at the moment, it doesn't sound good. A lot of fans out there might be worried right now.
Justin Michaels: I won't go into details, but I'm sure you all will start to notice something before long.
(The crowd’s reaction stays the same.)
Mike Hunt: I wonder if he means tonight.
Jerry Andrews: It's very possible.
Justin Michaels: How about Mass Destruction, though?
(This gets the crowd's reaction back to the positive.)
Justin Michaels: I've been in PCW for the last month and a half or so. Well, since Deadly Intentions when I came face to face with our oh so "popular" World Champ, Ace Anderson, after he won the title. My intentions since then, no pun intended have been to meet Ace Anderson in the ring, one on one. Not for the title, but for the simple fact of shutting this guy's mouth.
(The crowd cheers loudly.)
Justin Michaels: And while I'm killing two birds with one stone on this, Ace Anderson, taking your title belt, and bashing me in the face with it last week. To be honest, I expected something like that from you? You can talk about yourself to others in the third person all you want. You can tell your stories of how great you are, and how nobody can come close to beating you, or how you'll never be beaten. Fact is, nobody is unbeatable in this profession. But hey, keep telling yourself what you want to think. You'll find your words biting at your own ass before you can say your own name while telling a story.
(The crowd cheers, a few laughs come as well.)
Mike Hunt: Seriously, that wasn't that funny.
Jerry Andrews: Speak for yourself.
Mike Hunt: Mike Hunt doesn't find that funny.
Jerry Andrews: Oh lord.
(Justin's smile on his face is wiped away.)
Justin Michaels: So am I saying I'm going to win at Mass Destruction? No. I might, and I might not. It all comes down to what the ref does, and doesn't see I guess you could say. You won't find me winning with dirty tactics, but you, Ace, well I guess if you feel the need to add a few more stitches to this face of mine at the pay-per-view, more power to you. I just don't see how you can get to sleep at night knowing it takes more than your own physical and mental abilities to beat someone.
(The crowd’s cheers begin to grow increasingly.)
Justin Michaels: But yeah, we'll wait and see at Mass Destruction how much of a badass Mr. Ace Anderson really is.
(The cheers are back to deafening heights again, and "Ordinary Man" by Breaking Benjamin starts back over the PA system.)
Mike Hunt: I think he just asked to get the snot knocked out of him by our great World Champ.
Jerry Andrews: I think he just told everyone that he's not afraid of taking whatever Mr. Anderson dishes out. Very respectable. He also had no problem telling the champ off. Main Event of Mass Destruction, though, and it's going to be a great match. Match of the Year nominee if you ask me.
Mike Hunt: Only because Anderson is going to retain.
(Michaels exits the ring, and walks back up the ramp as the lights in the arena flash orange. The crowd goes crazy as he disappears to the back.)
Melissa Malone vs. Jamie Pereira
Melissa Malone demolishes Jamie Pereira. Injury results during the match for Jamie. Melissa picks up the win via referee stoppage.
Grimm vs. HBO and "Bucky" Joe
Grimm makes light work of both "Bucky" Joe and HBO. The match is over in under two minutes. Grimm picks up the win by pinning both men at the same time.
What You Didn't See...Part 1:
(After the match, the PCW-tron fades to black before a backstage scene pops up. There is a PCW logo with the date from last weeks Trauma on it. In the backstage hallway, there is no activity, though, for the moment. With some waiting, though, a young female figure pops into view, and she looks a bit worried as she carries a small piece of paper in her hands.)
(The camera follows her down the hallway until she stops outside of Justin 'Stormm' Michaels' locker room. At this time everyone should have recognized this young female to be PCW star Johnny Vivacious' younger sister, Lindsay Matthews. Lindsay presses her head up again the locker room door, and jiggles the door knob before twisting it all the way, and opening the door.)
(As the camera follows her inside the locker room, the sound of running water can be heard, and Lindsay quickly scurries over to Justin's bags and places the small slip of paper on top of one of them. The camera moves into a corner and watches Lindsay hurry out of the locker room. As she exits, the door slams loudly behind her, as she wasted no time shutting it quietly.)
(It's not long after the loud noise of the door shutting is heard that the running water is shut off. Moments later, Michaels appears in the main area of the locker room in nothing but a white towel. All the ladies in the arena raise a fuss at the footage, despite being a week old, and Justin looks around the locker room in wonderment.)
(He spots the camera and cocks his head to one side.)
Justin Michaels: What the hell are you doing in here?
(He asks and the camera operator doesn't answer. Just continues to look around before spotting the piece of paper placed on top one of his bags. He walks over and picks it up, unfolds the piece of paper. The camera moves over close to him and fixes its position on the note.)
(The note reads...)
It's been a long time, and I hope to catch up on old times soon!! XOXO Lindz
(The camera pulls away to show a more than happy Justin Michaels. His smile is from ear to ear. He soon disappears back into the shower area, and the camera begins to exit the locker room.)
(The scene fades out.)
Eight-Person Tag Team Match
The team of Chrissy Johnson, Maddog, & Unbesiegbar defeat S.I.N., Austin Majesky, & Slither. Austin was definitely the weak link in this match, and it showed as he didn't tag in opportune moments, and then ended up being worked over heavily by Lantlas and Seth Sinn, before Lantlas pinned the big man. On a plus note, Brass and Byrd showed great teamwork. Following the match though, Byrd, Rage, and Tony Brass all made it up to the top of the stage, their opponents, AND their [forced] teamates still in the ring. Byrd gives out a bird-type call and...chocolate drops from the ceiling, followed by feathers. Byrd, Brass, and Rage laugh, as their opponents are drenched in feathers and chocolate.
M.V.P.
A short video promoting M.V.P.'s debut. It'll be at Mass Destruction.
Pegasus vs. DVD
Pegasus defeated David Van Dam in a pretty solid, yet clean match.
Bison
Another promo video, this one featuring former and first PCW World Champion Bison. It's official that he signed his contract and it's announced he'll meet M.V.P. at Mass Destruction.
What You Didn't See...Part 2:
(Once again the PCW-tron fades to black before showing the feed backstage in the hallway of the locker rooms area. There is a PCW logo with the date from last weeks Trauma on it, much like the feed shown from earlier. The camera is following someone down the halls. The man is dressed in a dark grey suit, and seems to be walking with a purpose. The man stops for a second, and looks around. As he turns around the fans recognize him to be Justin 'Stormm' Michaels.)
(He continues walking for a few moments before stopping outside one locker room in particular. He brushes himself off, and thinks twice before knocking. He finally knocks, and a female voice from inside the locker room is heard.)
Female Voice: One second!
(The camera angle changes, inside of the dressing room where Stace Matthews, wrapped in a fuzzy, blue towel rushes to the door. Her hair is soaking wet and the water splatters behind her as she crosses the room.)
Stace Matthews: Who is it?
(Back outside, Justin pulls at his collar before answering back.)
Justin Michaels: Stace? Its Michaels, could you open the door really fast? I've got a favor to ask of you.
(The camera stays on Justin, and Stace replies, and her voice is muffled a bit from through the door.)
Stace Matthews: Kind of not the best time Justin.
(Michaels shakes his head a bit and almost walks off before gritting his teeth and standing his ground. He pulls a small piece of paper from his inside pocket of his jacket.)
Justin Michaels: It's kind of important. Actually, no, it's really important. You see...
(Justin pauses for a second to think.)
Justin Michaels: No, you probably know most of the details, so I won't bore you. But I've got something here, and I kind of need your help.
(The bolt on the door can be heard as it's nearly unlatched, but there's a hesitation.)
Stace Matthews: Who's out there with you? Is this a setup?
(The bolt can be heard once more, this time as it's slammed back against the door.)
Stace Matthews: Johnny's not here tonight!
(Justin shakes his head before placing it on the door in frustration.)
Justin Michaels: Stace, nobody is out here with me, I swear. As for Johnny, I wouldn't be knocking on this locker room door right now if I knew he was here.
Stace Matthews: You're damned right you wouldn't be.
(Justin lets out a big sigh before slightly hitting his hand on the door, the same hand that holds the small piece of paper.)
Justin Michaels: It's about Lindsay...
(Back on the inside the mood quickly changes to that of everyday Stace in contrast with the onscreen persona. Her face lights up as she quickly rips the bolt open. Justin stumbles on the outside as the door is cracked and she peeks through.)
Stace Matthews: Oh yeah? What about her?
(Seeing that he is alone, Stace invites Justin in. He gathers himself a bit as he watches her close the door behind them. He hands her the little piece of paper that he held in his hand before speaking.)
Justin Michaels: I found this on one of my bags earlier after I got out of the shower.
(Justin takes a big gulp as Stace reads over the note.)
Stace Matthews: Yeah, and…
Justin Michaels: I started thinking about her again a while back, and now that she's here, and that note...
(He starts to fumble on his words.)
Stace Matthews: I don't know, she may just want to say "Hi!" You know?
(Stace sits down on the plush leather chair and invites Justin to sit across from her. He takes up the offer, and sits down.)
Justin Michaels: I'm not going to lie to myself and say that she just wanted to say hi. She walked into my locker room to give me this note. If she wanted to say hi, she could have passed me in the hallway to do that.
(Justin pauses and takes a deep breath.)
Justin Michaels: Oh, and do I need to bring up how I used to feel for her a few years back, if not further back than that? I'm pretty certain she may have had similar feelings for me too. But I wouldn't know for sure. I haven't seen her since, well, "that" day. I wasn't going to say anything to her then.
(Stace chuckles. She goes to speak, but stops herself before the first word can escape. Biting her lip, she wrinkles her forehead in an attempt to process in her head just how she wants to arrange the words. Again, she goes to speak and pauses, not so sure of her wording.)
Justin Michaels: Out with it already.
Stace Matthews: Exactly! That's it! You should just tell her!
(A concerned look suddenly overcomes her as she almost literally tries to eat the words long served and digested in Justin's mind.)
Stace Matthews: Oh no, what about Ben? One of you, or her, someone will be hurt out of this. I shouldn't have said that. They aren't airing this are they?
(Justin looks around and shrugs.)
Justin Michaels: Not that I know of. The one guy just asked to follow me around for a while.
(Michaels shakes his head.)
Justin Michaels: That isn't the point. And as for anyone getting hurt, well, that's not how I like to operate. That's why I've got this.
(Justin pulls another slip of paper from his jacket pocket. He hands it to Stace who grabs it up.)
Justin Michaels: Give that to her for me, if you would. I'd appreciate it a lot. Oh, and let her know I just want to talk for now. She can have that Ben guy, if that's what makes her happy, then I'm happy for…
(Justin pauses, well more so Stace interrupts him as she quickly jumps up to her feet and motions for him to do the same. He reluctantly does so, clearly not finished with what he was saying.)
Stace Matthews: Okay, you have to go now!
(She shuffles him to the door, clinching the note in the hand she's guiding him with and the knot of her towel in the other.)
Stace Matthews: I'll make sure she gets this.
(Stace pushes Justin out into the hallway, and closes the door quickly behind her; more like slams it in Justin's face. He lets out a heavy sigh as he hangs his head.)
Justin Michaels: Thank you.
(He says, not at his normal voice level, as he starts to walk away down the hall. Back in the locker room she quickly goes to her jacket and pulls out her cellular. Dialing away, she wastes no time contacting her sister-in-law.)
Stace Matthews: Girl… you are never going to believe this…
(The scene cuts back to ringside as Stace shares the details of what just happened.)
Prorphet vs. Showtime
The Prophet defeats "Mr. Showtime" Mikey Wryght in an intense match-up. The match lasted nearly twenty-five minutes and had several near-falls. After the match, David Van Dam came out and starting fighting The Prophet, which prompted Pegasus to come out and fight David. All four men eventually ended up brawling until security and officials stepped in and broke it up.
In The Ring Looking Out:
(The lights in the arena flicker out, causing the arena to be completely black. The sound of rain pouring down onto the crowd starts up, and sounds of thunder rolling echo the walls of the arena. Flashes of orange light follow the sounds of thunder every so often like lightning, and "Ordinary Man" by Breaking Benjamin begins to blast throughout the arena. The crowd starts to go crazy as the familiar music plays, along with the sounds of rain, thunder, and the flashing orange lights of lightning. A blast of pyro hits the entrance way, and the arena fills with solid orange lights.)
Mike Hunt: Well I think we all know what that music, and this lighting means?
Jerry Andrews: Yes we do Mike, and I can't wait.
Mike Hunt: What are you talking about? You can't wait to be bored to death?
Jerry Andrews: That's not even close to the truth. Come on, you know what this means!
Mike Hunt: Yeah, I just told you. I'm going to be bored to death here. This guy is too old to be out here.
Jerry Andrews: I think you are one of few here tonight who thinks so.
(Justin Michaels then appears on the stage, and the crowd blows the roof off of the arena as he poses for them, and looks out through the arena at all the screaming fans. He begins his walk down the ramp to the ring, and he slaps hands with a couple of random fans around the ring before sliding in on his stomach under the bottom rope. He gets to his feet once in the ring, and rotates a slow three hundred and sixty degrees looking at the crowd.)
Jerry Andrews: It's his first appearance inside of the ring, other than a wrestling match, in over three years Mike. Can you believe it?
Mike Hunt: I suppose I have to. I think this would be the perfect time to go get some snacks though.
Jerry Andrews: Go for it, the lines will be short right now, if there are even any lines.
Mike Hunt: I'd go if I wasn't too lazy.
(Justin gets handed a mic through the ropes as the crowd continues to go crazy. He stands in the middle of the ring for a few moments, just looking out through the arena from inside of the ring. He has a large smile on his face, despite the stitches in his upper lip. The crowd's reaction dies down a little bit, and gives him the opportunity to talk.)
Justin Michaels: Well Greenville...
(And that's all it takes before the crowd blows the roof off again. All 20,000 in attendance seem to be on their feet, and making some noise.)
Jerry Andrews: Let's see you get up there, say two words, and get a crowd reaction like that.
Mike Hunt: I wouldn't even need to say anything.
Jerry Andrews: Yeah, they'd boo you right out of there before giving you a chance to say anything.
Mike Hunt: I don't...
Jerry Andrews: Shhhhhhh! He's about to continue.
(The crowd quiets down again, and Justin continues.)
Justin Michaels: I know every week is spent right here in the Pure Class Arena, and I know a lot of you in attendance tonight have already seen me live for my first three or four appearances, but I figured, what the hell. Give Greenville what the want.
(The roof goes once more as a "Stormm" chant starts throughout the crowd. Michaels wastes no time to continue, though.)
Justin Michaels: Unfortunately, a match with me tonight won't be happening.
(The crowd begins to boo.)
Mike Hunt: Too many screws loose after that title shot he took from Anderson last week.
Jerry Andrews: Let's see anyone take a belt shot to the face any better than he did.
(Michaels nods his head in agreement.)
Justin Michaels: As far as I'm concerned, I could have wrestled tonight, but I guess others saw it a little differently. So the next best thing, well, me inside this very right at the top of the show!
(As the crowd applauds, Justin takes off the jacket to his suit, and tosses it into one of the corners.)
Justin Michaels: So what all is there for me to say? Why could be so important that they'll let me open up the show tonight? Well, could it be David Van Dam?
(The crowd cheers slightly.)
Justin Michaels: Non Compos Mentis?
(The crowd's reaction changes to that of a mixed one, with more cheers than boos.)
Justin Michaels: The Prophet?
(The crowd then starts to boo completely.)
Justin Michaels: Johnny Vivacious?
(The crowd's boos intensify.)
Justin Michaels: Perhaps the upcoming pay-per-view, Mass Destruction?
(The crowd cheers PCW's biggest event of the year.)
Justin Michaels: Or my opponent for Mass Destruction, Ace Anderson, our "beloved" World Champion.
(The deafening sound of jeers echoes through the arena as the crowd boos the mention of Ace Anderson. Justin nods his head as the crowd continues to show their hatred.)
Mike Hunt: Where's he going with this?
Jerry Andrews: Somewhere only you wouldn't understand.
Mike Hunt: I'd almost take that as a compliment right now.
(Michaels moves a little bit, facing a different part of the crowd now.)
Justin Michaels: Maybe it's all of those too, but tonight, well; I've got my attention focused on three of the previously mentioned.
Mike Hunt: Did he mention your mom in there anywhere?
Jerry Andrews: Now that was uncalled for.
(The crowd's reactions die down, and Justin continues.)
Justin Michaels: Johnny Vivacious.
Mike Hunt: That's right, Johnny had the "real" Stormm on his Club Vivacious a couple of weeks back. Why is this imposter out here?
Jerry Andrews: You need to come back to reality sometimes, you know that right?
Mike Hunt: I've never left.
(The crowd begins to boo.)
Justin Michaels: Now I've known this guy for several years now. His father...
(Several heads in the audience bow in remembrance of the late, great, Joseph Remington Matthews. Justin's head does the same for a second or so.)
Justin Michaels: He's the reason I made it as far as I have in this business. Some have speculated that Jonathan and I would be good friends, and they couldn't be farther from the truth. We've despised each other for years, and for what? To be honest, I couldn't tell you. You can ask Mr. Vivacious himself, he might be able to tell you, but I couldn't. Then again, things may start to change between the two of us before long.
(The crowd’s reaction to this is very mixed.)
Mike Hunt: Wait a second, what does he mean by this?
Jerry Andrews: I don't know, but at the moment, it doesn't sound good. A lot of fans out there might be worried right now.
Justin Michaels: I won't go into details, but I'm sure you all will start to notice something before long.
(The crowd’s reaction stays the same.)
Mike Hunt: I wonder if he means tonight.
Jerry Andrews: It's very possible.
Justin Michaels: How about Mass Destruction, though?
(This gets the crowd's reaction back to the positive.)
Justin Michaels: I've been in PCW for the last month and a half or so. Well, since Deadly Intentions when I came face to face with our oh so "popular" World Champ, Ace Anderson, after he won the title. My intentions since then, no pun intended have been to meet Ace Anderson in the ring, one on one. Not for the title, but for the simple fact of shutting this guy's mouth.
(The crowd cheers loudly.)
Justin Michaels: And while I'm killing two birds with one stone on this, Ace Anderson, taking your title belt, and bashing me in the face with it last week. To be honest, I expected something like that from you? You can talk about yourself to others in the third person all you want. You can tell your stories of how great you are, and how nobody can come close to beating you, or how you'll never be beaten. Fact is, nobody is unbeatable in this profession. But hey, keep telling yourself what you want to think. You'll find your words biting at your own ass before you can say your own name while telling a story.
(The crowd cheers, a few laughs come as well.)
Mike Hunt: Seriously, that wasn't that funny.
Jerry Andrews: Speak for yourself.
Mike Hunt: Mike Hunt doesn't find that funny.
Jerry Andrews: Oh lord.
(Justin's smile on his face is wiped away.)
Justin Michaels: So am I saying I'm going to win at Mass Destruction? No. I might, and I might not. It all comes down to what the ref does, and doesn't see I guess you could say. You won't find me winning with dirty tactics, but you, Ace, well I guess if you feel the need to add a few more stitches to this face of mine at the pay-per-view, more power to you. I just don't see how you can get to sleep at night knowing it takes more than your own physical and mental abilities to beat someone.
(The crowd’s cheers begin to grow increasingly.)
Justin Michaels: But yeah, we'll wait and see at Mass Destruction how much of a badass Mr. Ace Anderson really is.
(The cheers are back to deafening heights again, and "Ordinary Man" by Breaking Benjamin starts back over the PA system.)
Mike Hunt: I think he just asked to get the snot knocked out of him by our great World Champ.
Jerry Andrews: I think he just told everyone that he's not afraid of taking whatever Mr. Anderson dishes out. Very respectable. He also had no problem telling the champ off. Main Event of Mass Destruction, though, and it's going to be a great match. Match of the Year nominee if you ask me.
Mike Hunt: Only because Anderson is going to retain.
(Michaels exits the ring, and walks back up the ramp as the lights in the arena flash orange. The crowd goes crazy as he disappears to the back.)
Melissa Malone vs. Jamie Pereira
Melissa Malone demolishes Jamie Pereira. Injury results during the match for Jamie. Melissa picks up the win via referee stoppage.
Grimm vs. HBO and "Bucky" Joe
Grimm makes light work of both "Bucky" Joe and HBO. The match is over in under two minutes. Grimm picks up the win by pinning both men at the same time.
What You Didn't See...Part 1:
(After the match, the PCW-tron fades to black before a backstage scene pops up. There is a PCW logo with the date from last weeks Trauma on it. In the backstage hallway, there is no activity, though, for the moment. With some waiting, though, a young female figure pops into view, and she looks a bit worried as she carries a small piece of paper in her hands.)
(The camera follows her down the hallway until she stops outside of Justin 'Stormm' Michaels' locker room. At this time everyone should have recognized this young female to be PCW star Johnny Vivacious' younger sister, Lindsay Matthews. Lindsay presses her head up again the locker room door, and jiggles the door knob before twisting it all the way, and opening the door.)
(As the camera follows her inside the locker room, the sound of running water can be heard, and Lindsay quickly scurries over to Justin's bags and places the small slip of paper on top of one of them. The camera moves into a corner and watches Lindsay hurry out of the locker room. As she exits, the door slams loudly behind her, as she wasted no time shutting it quietly.)
(It's not long after the loud noise of the door shutting is heard that the running water is shut off. Moments later, Michaels appears in the main area of the locker room in nothing but a white towel. All the ladies in the arena raise a fuss at the footage, despite being a week old, and Justin looks around the locker room in wonderment.)
(He spots the camera and cocks his head to one side.)
Justin Michaels: What the hell are you doing in here?
(He asks and the camera operator doesn't answer. Just continues to look around before spotting the piece of paper placed on top one of his bags. He walks over and picks it up, unfolds the piece of paper. The camera moves over close to him and fixes its position on the note.)
(The note reads...)
It's been a long time, and I hope to catch up on old times soon!! XOXO Lindz
(The camera pulls away to show a more than happy Justin Michaels. His smile is from ear to ear. He soon disappears back into the shower area, and the camera begins to exit the locker room.)
(The scene fades out.)
Eight-Person Tag Team Match
The team of Chrissy Johnson, Maddog, & Unbesiegbar defeat S.I.N., Austin Majesky, & Slither. Austin was definitely the weak link in this match, and it showed as he didn't tag in opportune moments, and then ended up being worked over heavily by Lantlas and Seth Sinn, before Lantlas pinned the big man. On a plus note, Brass and Byrd showed great teamwork. Following the match though, Byrd, Rage, and Tony Brass all made it up to the top of the stage, their opponents, AND their [forced] teamates still in the ring. Byrd gives out a bird-type call and...chocolate drops from the ceiling, followed by feathers. Byrd, Brass, and Rage laugh, as their opponents are drenched in feathers and chocolate.
M.V.P.
A short video promoting M.V.P.'s debut. It'll be at Mass Destruction.
Pegasus vs. DVD
Pegasus defeated David Van Dam in a pretty solid, yet clean match.
Bison
Another promo video, this one featuring former and first PCW World Champion Bison. It's official that he signed his contract and it's announced he'll meet M.V.P. at Mass Destruction.
What You Didn't See...Part 2:
(Once again the PCW-tron fades to black before showing the feed backstage in the hallway of the locker rooms area. There is a PCW logo with the date from last weeks Trauma on it, much like the feed shown from earlier. The camera is following someone down the halls. The man is dressed in a dark grey suit, and seems to be walking with a purpose. The man stops for a second, and looks around. As he turns around the fans recognize him to be Justin 'Stormm' Michaels.)
(He continues walking for a few moments before stopping outside one locker room in particular. He brushes himself off, and thinks twice before knocking. He finally knocks, and a female voice from inside the locker room is heard.)
Female Voice: One second!
(The camera angle changes, inside of the dressing room where Stace Matthews, wrapped in a fuzzy, blue towel rushes to the door. Her hair is soaking wet and the water splatters behind her as she crosses the room.)
Stace Matthews: Who is it?
(Back outside, Justin pulls at his collar before answering back.)
Justin Michaels: Stace? Its Michaels, could you open the door really fast? I've got a favor to ask of you.
(The camera stays on Justin, and Stace replies, and her voice is muffled a bit from through the door.)
Stace Matthews: Kind of not the best time Justin.
(Michaels shakes his head a bit and almost walks off before gritting his teeth and standing his ground. He pulls a small piece of paper from his inside pocket of his jacket.)
Justin Michaels: It's kind of important. Actually, no, it's really important. You see...
(Justin pauses for a second to think.)
Justin Michaels: No, you probably know most of the details, so I won't bore you. But I've got something here, and I kind of need your help.
(The bolt on the door can be heard as it's nearly unlatched, but there's a hesitation.)
Stace Matthews: Who's out there with you? Is this a setup?
(The bolt can be heard once more, this time as it's slammed back against the door.)
Stace Matthews: Johnny's not here tonight!
(Justin shakes his head before placing it on the door in frustration.)
Justin Michaels: Stace, nobody is out here with me, I swear. As for Johnny, I wouldn't be knocking on this locker room door right now if I knew he was here.
Stace Matthews: You're damned right you wouldn't be.
(Justin lets out a big sigh before slightly hitting his hand on the door, the same hand that holds the small piece of paper.)
Justin Michaels: It's about Lindsay...
(Back on the inside the mood quickly changes to that of everyday Stace in contrast with the onscreen persona. Her face lights up as she quickly rips the bolt open. Justin stumbles on the outside as the door is cracked and she peeks through.)
Stace Matthews: Oh yeah? What about her?
(Seeing that he is alone, Stace invites Justin in. He gathers himself a bit as he watches her close the door behind them. He hands her the little piece of paper that he held in his hand before speaking.)
Justin Michaels: I found this on one of my bags earlier after I got out of the shower.
(Justin takes a big gulp as Stace reads over the note.)
Stace Matthews: Yeah, and…
Justin Michaels: I started thinking about her again a while back, and now that she's here, and that note...
(He starts to fumble on his words.)
Stace Matthews: I don't know, she may just want to say "Hi!" You know?
(Stace sits down on the plush leather chair and invites Justin to sit across from her. He takes up the offer, and sits down.)
Justin Michaels: I'm not going to lie to myself and say that she just wanted to say hi. She walked into my locker room to give me this note. If she wanted to say hi, she could have passed me in the hallway to do that.
(Justin pauses and takes a deep breath.)
Justin Michaels: Oh, and do I need to bring up how I used to feel for her a few years back, if not further back than that? I'm pretty certain she may have had similar feelings for me too. But I wouldn't know for sure. I haven't seen her since, well, "that" day. I wasn't going to say anything to her then.
(Stace chuckles. She goes to speak, but stops herself before the first word can escape. Biting her lip, she wrinkles her forehead in an attempt to process in her head just how she wants to arrange the words. Again, she goes to speak and pauses, not so sure of her wording.)
Justin Michaels: Out with it already.
Stace Matthews: Exactly! That's it! You should just tell her!
(A concerned look suddenly overcomes her as she almost literally tries to eat the words long served and digested in Justin's mind.)
Stace Matthews: Oh no, what about Ben? One of you, or her, someone will be hurt out of this. I shouldn't have said that. They aren't airing this are they?
(Justin looks around and shrugs.)
Justin Michaels: Not that I know of. The one guy just asked to follow me around for a while.
(Michaels shakes his head.)
Justin Michaels: That isn't the point. And as for anyone getting hurt, well, that's not how I like to operate. That's why I've got this.
(Justin pulls another slip of paper from his jacket pocket. He hands it to Stace who grabs it up.)
Justin Michaels: Give that to her for me, if you would. I'd appreciate it a lot. Oh, and let her know I just want to talk for now. She can have that Ben guy, if that's what makes her happy, then I'm happy for…
(Justin pauses, well more so Stace interrupts him as she quickly jumps up to her feet and motions for him to do the same. He reluctantly does so, clearly not finished with what he was saying.)
Stace Matthews: Okay, you have to go now!
(She shuffles him to the door, clinching the note in the hand she's guiding him with and the knot of her towel in the other.)
Stace Matthews: I'll make sure she gets this.
(Stace pushes Justin out into the hallway, and closes the door quickly behind her; more like slams it in Justin's face. He lets out a heavy sigh as he hangs his head.)
Justin Michaels: Thank you.
(He says, not at his normal voice level, as he starts to walk away down the hall. Back in the locker room she quickly goes to her jacket and pulls out her cellular. Dialing away, she wastes no time contacting her sister-in-law.)
Stace Matthews: Girl… you are never going to believe this…
(The scene cuts back to ringside as Stace shares the details of what just happened.)
Prorphet vs. Showtime
The Prophet defeats "Mr. Showtime" Mikey Wryght in an intense match-up. The match lasted nearly twenty-five minutes and had several near-falls. After the match, David Van Dam came out and starting fighting The Prophet, which prompted Pegasus to come out and fight David. All four men eventually ended up brawling until security and officials stepped in and broke it up.