Trauma Results {2/14/06}

[A Ghost in the Wind]

PCW Tuesday Trauma
Tuesday, February 14, 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 before the event begins...

Game Over?
Details: [“The Captain” Alejandro Walker is in the ring as the camera comes to focus on him. In his usual oversized Hawaiian shirt and hair all knotted up in rubber bands. The Captain seems perturbed with something on his mind. With his hands in the pockets of his cargo shorts he sways, biting his upper lip, waiting for the crowd to simmer and allow him to speak.]

“The Captain” Alejandro Walker: See here now ya’all. See here. I got me a list here an’ I need to get on wit it.

Jerry Andrews: The Captain said that he would be here tonight to set things straight from Mass Destruction.

“The Captain” Alejandro Walker: At dat dere Mass Destruction extravaganza we just had ourselves, I think you good people would agree dere were some questionable calls.

Jerry Andrews: You got that right.

Mike Williams: Will you shut up? Please?

“The Captain” Alejandro Walker: First thing I’ma gonna address here is da Tag Team Championship. We gonna have ourselves a match at Game Over for dat title between Unbesiegbar and S.I.N.

[The crowd shows support of such a decision with a cheer.]

“The Captain” Alejandro Walker: But dis here ain’ta gonna be no ordinary match, no sir. We’s gonna have dat be a hardcore match.

[The show of support gains volume.]

Mike Williams: What a match to look forward to!

“The Captain” Alejandro Walker: Yeah, and uh, as much as it’sa painin’ me here, I can’t be suspendin’ Mikey Wryght.

[The crowd jeers.]

Jerry Andrews: The crowd not happy with that at all.

Mike Williams: SHH!

“The Captain” Alejandro Walker: No, we all have superiors an’a mine ain’t gonna’llow it so my only other option is’a punishment, of sorts. An’a I’m gonna’llow others to carry out that dere punishment.

Mike Williams: What?

“The Captain” Alejandro Walker: Yeah, see I do have da power to vacate dat International Title an’a dats what I’ma doin’.

Jerry Andrews: Wow!

“The Captain” Alejandro Walker: At uh, Game Over, I’ma make a match for dat title. It’sa gonna be Mikey Wryght against Grimm an’a what the hey, let’s throw LoKi and Pegasus in dere to, eh?

[The crowd absolutely explodes at the announcement of the four-way match at Game Over.]

“The Captain” Alejandro Walker: You like dat? Well, let’s do dis den. Let’sa make dat dere match a Pain of Glass match!

Jerry Andrews: WOW! What else can be said here?

Mike Williams: How about, “shush!”

“The Captain” Alejandro Walker: Now we’s got ourselves a new North American Champion wit some bad intentions wit dat dere title. I’m here ta tell ya Mr. Johnny V. The second you auction dat title, you’re stripped buddy!

Mike Williams: Wait just a minute here!

Jerry Andrews: Shhh!

“The Captain” Alejandro Walker: An’a I’ma fine yer ass for the cost of dat dere title on the orders of my superior.

Mike Williams: Johnny just can’t win here can he?

Jerry Andrews: Hey Mike…

Mike Williams: What?

Jerry Andrews: Shhh!

Mike Williams: You shut up!

“The Captain” Alejandro Walker: We gots’a contract signin’ here tonight for the main event at da Game Over! I gots myself a big announcement for you to look forward to durin’ that to. Ya’all enjoy dis here wrasslin’!

[The Captain exits the ring taking the feed backstage.]

State of Euphoria
Details: [Backstage the camera is focused on a sensuous blonde, Lisa Ligon, wearing her fuzzy pink two-piece “#7” New York Euphoria uniform and the North American Championship belt. She’s seated in a plush black leather chair with her feet propped up on the futon just in front of her.]

“I love the smell of leather around your waist!”

[From behind the blonde steps the newly crowned North American Champion, Johnny Vivacious. He’s dressed to the nines in a sleek black Armani. He’s clean and well groomed with his platinum blonde spiked perfectly erratic atop his head.]

Lisa Ligon: I bet you do.

[Vivacious rounds the chair, stepping over the futon and taking a very provocative position between the spread legs of the Euphoria player.]

Johnny Vivacious: It’s good to be a champion isn’t it?

[The Euphoria player drops her feet to the floor and then raises herself, standing chest to chest with the man in black.]

Lisa Ligon: You know it baby.

Johnny Vivacious: You girls ready?

[Vivacious looks around the room as four more of the Lingerie Bowl Champions, Trishelle Canntella, Mishel Thorpe, Lana Kinnear and Jennifer Cantrell, close in around him bringing the cameras back to the arena.]

Match One: Non-Title Singles Match
"The Enigma" Seth Sinn {Tag Team Champion} vs. The Byrd (w/Rage)
Referee: Steve Shaw
Match Details: The Byrd bounced Seth Sinn off of the mat hard with a lighting quick arm drag and the two locked up. A chain wrestling demonstration through the beginnings of the match saw Sinn get the worse end of a fast paced clinic from Byrd. Each time it looked as if Sinn may regain momentum, Rage would distract Steve Shaw by getting on the apron allowing Byrd to get an eye gouge or face rake; he even used a clip to put Sinn back down. It wasn’t long before Shaw was fed up and ejected Rage from ringside. The Byrd was irate and argued adamantly with Shaw’s decision, which nearly cost him the match when Sinn rolled him up from behind for a two-count.

Sinn took over the second half of the match with a limping clothesline from hell, but it had enough power to turn the tides and Sinn worked through the pain. After a power struggle and exchange of blows Byrd found himself coming off of the ropes and caught in a bone shattering Hell’s Fire choke slam. Just past six minutes Sinn shook the ring with Sinn Nature and picked up the victory.
Winner: Seth Sinn via pin.

Be careful for what? I’m a friggin Superstar!
Details: (The scene opens at the locker room door of “Mr. Showtime” Mikey Wryght. In the hall way leading to the door there is the sight of two people. One being Mr. Showtime in one of his designer suits, and dragging a gimmick bag behind him. The other is the beautiful Perfection, walking right beside him. The two walk into the dressing room and the camera seems to follow. You get into the room to see there is a couch and a few other luxuries that the other rooms did not have. Showtime hangs his jacket up in the closet and walks over to a table which has; a tub full of ice and bottled water, a platter of sandwiches and a fruit basket. He grabs a bottle of water from the tub and an orange from the basket, then walks towards the couch to relax. While relaxing before his match Perfection with a distressed look upon her face approaches him.)

Perfection: Michael…tonight, be careful.

Showtime: Excuse me?

Perfection: You have been on quite a roll as of late, and you have been picking up your fair share of enemies.

Showtime: Well what else is new? Everyone is envious of Mr. Showtime. They long for my skills. They long for my looks. And honestly they long for you!!! It doesn’t matter what those other fools want. They are out for my blood and none of them are going to get it. I don’t fear any of them for none of them are not smart enough to get the best of Mr. Showtime. I will always be one step ahead.

Perfection: Please just…

Showtime: Listen to me sweetheart! I do what I want…When I want…Where I want!!! If any of these foolish miscreants don’t like that they will have to deal with me. The only person that I am really worried about this week is LoKi, The fairy of death. He is my match and the only one that matters tonight. If I need some back I will fin it. Just remember I am Mr. F’n Showtime and I am a Frickin’ Superstar!!!

(The camera gradually fades to black and cuts to snow.)

Backstage with the Abomination of Desolation
Details: Backstage…


A single light bulb hangs from the ceiling, swaying ever so slightly as if in the current of a furnace that is not there. Shadows dance around the room but the cone of light cast by the bulb rarely deviates from the figure seated below it. Head down, shaggy red hair grasped in pale fists, two silver rings reflect the light as it moves over Phinehas Grimm. Waffle-soled black boots, loose-fitting olive green pants, a red skull and crossbones leering back from the front of his black T-shirt…the Abomination of Desolation is dressed to kill. Slowly shaking his head, his fingers message his scalp while the beads in his three-pronged braided goatee clink together. He begins to speak, the words barely audible over the dripping of unseen pipes.

“Third times a charm…a common saying, but a false one at that. Let’s cut to the chase, shall we? You can not beat me, Pegasus. I put you down for the 3 count in our first meeting. You were Harvested yet again at our second match. And this third time will be no different. It cannot end any other way, despite the objections you’re sure to have. It must have been embarrassing, was it not, when you lost to this red headed stranger in one of his first appearances in the PCW. I can imagine how horrible you felt when it happened for an unimaginable second time. After all, I’m sure you had something of a reputation to uphold, only to see it snuffed out by yours truly. Now, though…now the federation has seen enough of me to know that none of my performances have been flukes or strokes of luck. Everyone now knows what I am capable of, and I sincerely doubt that anyone would fault you if you just lay down before I get a chance to commence the defilement. Take the loss and no one gets hurt. Fight back, and I can’t be held responsible for what happens.”

He looks up. The light bulb starts dimming, but Grimm’s pale blue eyes appear to grow more pronounced as the light continues to fade. And the grin makes its first appearance of the evening.

“As for you, Mr. Showtime…I would advise that you look over your shoulder from here on out. Peer into your closets and check under the bed before you turn off the lights. Make sure little miss Perfection carries her emergency whistle with her at all times. You may not grasp the severity of your situation just yet, but you will. Oh how you will. Your cowardice has gone unpunished long enough. It may be here in the PCW, it may be years down the road when your time here is just an uneventful stain on your legacy. To the ends of the earth, if need be…you will get what you have coming to you, seven times over.”

Grimm’s gaze drops back to the floor. The light bulb grows dimmer…dimmer…and goes out with a faint pop.

Match Two: Singles Match
Pegasus vs. Grimm
Referee: Tyrone Little
Match Details: Both men made their entrance, Grimm was out first and seemed anxious, stomping away on Pegasus as he came through the ropes. What resembled more a rancorous beating, Grimm was unrelenting in the pummeling of Pegasus, pushing him into the corner several times to inflict damage. Tyrone Little finally put some space between the two allowing Pegasus to the center of the ring on a level playing field. The two circled in the ring several times before slamming together in a collar-and-elbow. The bigger man overpowered and Pegasus was tossed hard into the corner. Grimm followed, but Pegasus moved out of the way grabbing Grimm’s head in passing and bouncing it off of the top turnbuckle. Grimm was tossed out of the ring through the ropes while Pegasus chose the high road, coming off of the top with a diving bulldog bouncing Grimm’s face off of the barrier and finding Pegasus in the chairs of the front row.

On the outside the fight was stalled momentarily as both men recouped. Pegasus was up first and brought Grimm to his feet only to take a thrust to the throat followed by snap suplex. Grimm ensured Pegasus to stay down by rocketing him into the ring steps. After rolling into the ring to break the count, Grimm explored beneath the ring retrieving a table. Little admonished and warned Grimm not to use the table allowing Pegasus time enough to get back in the ring. Grimm decided it best to leave the table, setup, on the outside.

Back in the ring Pegasus took control with a quick kick in the midsection that doubled Grimm over. A bridging full-nelson suplex got only a two count and they were back to their feet. Both men returned from opposite ropes and Grimm ducked a clothesline, then Pegasus leaped over Grimm only to get caught and brought down hard with a spin buster that jolted the ring. Grimm ripped Pegasus off of the mat and whipped him with such force that he stumbled in the center of the ring. Pegasus ascended, with his back to the turnbuckles, but Grimm was quick to trip him up and he too ascended the turnbuckles facing Pegasus. Amazingly, it was Pegasus who delivered the 10-punch with the crowd in unison. Most of them were blocked or slight glances and a precarious test of strength was then back and forth with the crowd strongly behind Pegasus

Grimm managed to shove Pegasus from the top to the outside, coincidentally where the table happened to be. Splinters scattered everywhere as Pegasus shattered the table beneath his weight. Grimm made short work here, escaping the ring only to collect the limp body of Pegasus and press him through the top and center ropes. Hellbent on adding insult to injury, Grimm needlessly dragged Pegasus to the corner and bounded to the second rung. The Harvest would see a three-count awarded to Grimm.
Winner: Grimm via pin.

As Grimm celebrated in the center of the ring Mikey Wryght stepped out onto the stage applauding the victor. Grimm noticed and gave chase as the feed cut to a commercial break.

NCM…Pumped and Smelly!
Details: [The scene opens with a view of the dressing room door of Non Compos Mentis. Beside the door is none other than PCW interviewer extraordinaire Miguel Malone ready as poised with his microphone.]

Miguel Malone: Ok… we are just outside the dressing room of PCW superstar and garbage man Non Compos Mentis… I think I can smell him from here… anyway… I am waiting for him to emerge for him match tonight against Bison and Quinn Masters for the Number one contendership to the North American title that is currently held by Johnny Vivacious…

Although from what we are hearing it may not actually be his much longer…

Of course since last week and the HUGE PCW PPV Mass Destruction, Non Compos Mentis has seen the wrong side of John Q Law at least once… with many rumours flying around about a second attack on a fan by him…

We will desperately want to catch his comments on that as well as him losing the title last week which… very coincidentally we have the footage of right now… Roll it…



[Non Compos Mentis lifts Johnny up and whips him into the corner. Johnny hits the turnbuckle hard. NCM comes running in at him and is able to do a running knee lift to Johnny's face. NCM then climbs over Johnny and seats on the top turnbuckle. He puts his arm over Johnny's neck, as if he's going to do an inverted DDT off the top rope, but Johnny sends a forearm up and catches NCM on the bridge of his nose. NCM releases Johnny's neck to grab his nose, and Johnny sticks his arms underneath NCM's arms, right under the pits. He then throws Mentis off the top rope, flipping him and slamming him back first onto the mat.]

Mike Williams: The Vivaclasm! This one is over!

[Johnny goes and makes the pin, and Referee Roberto Garcia begins the count. 1...2...3! This one is over. Referee Roberto Garcia signals for the bell and Mark Long makes the official announcement.]

Mark Long: The winner of this match...and NEW PCW North American Champion...Johnny Vivacious!

Miguel Malone: There you have it… Non Compos Mentis loses the North American Title and…

[Suddenly the door swings open and out walks an extremely focused Non Compos Mentis who ignores Miguel and just walks down the corridor towards the ring area. Miguel quickly sets of in pursuit.]

Miguel Malone: Excuse me… Mentis…

HEY MENTIS… GET BACK HERE…

[Sure enough Mentis stops and Miguel walks up to him.]

Miguel Malone: Just a couple of questions… After losing your title…

[Miguel gets stopped mid sentence as Mentis swings a left hook at him and catches him on the chin, proceeding to floor Miguel. Mentis then walks off again.]

Miguel Malone: HEY… DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM YOU STUPID GARBAGE MAN… I’M MIGUEL MALONE DAMMIT…

[The scene then fades to black as we head to a commercial.]

Club Vivacious
Details: [On the entrance stage of the Pure Class Arena Club Vivacious has been set to go. The bartender on one side, behind a bar stirring a drink. On the opposite side a table with three empty stools around it. Above the stage, the PCW-Tron lights up with the neon “CLUB V” sign. In teletype each letter appears to the sound of a typewriter, “NORTH AMERICA’S CHOICE ESTABLISHMENT!”]

Jerry Andrews: Can you imagine what we are in store for tonight?

Mike Williams: I’ve never anticipated one segment so much!

Jerry Andrews: Oh?

Mike Williams: No Jerry, tonight Johnny is going to auction the North American title to the highest bidder!

Jerry Andrews: He’s been warned of the reprecussions.

Mike Williams: Not only that… Johnny has the New York Euphoria with him!

Jerry Andrews: Who?

[The lights in the arena dim and the stage lights flicker and beam a multicolored spectacle bringing the crowd to their feet in anticipation.]

“Here’s another one! Vivacious edition muthafuckas! Rap and Roll!”

[As if the last version of the mash wasn’t hard enough, the newest remix of “Get Back” has an edgier grind of screaming guitars and thumping bass. In the introductory lyrics, just before the song breaks loose, the artists involved in the remix are introduced as Ludacris, Sum 41, Petey Pablo, Crossfade, Busta Rhymes, Trapt and Pussycat Dolls!]

Mike Williams: Listen to this!

[Puffs of smoke consume the stage as the Euphoria rush out from behind the curtain delighting the catcalls and whistles. The crowd is insane as the team blows kisses and casts winks in return. Then, like a magnet, they all gravitate to the center of the stage as the lights are reflected not only from the silver tinted sunglasses, but the gold plate boasted from the shoulder of Mr. One Night Only!]

Jerry Andrews: That is our North American Champion!

Mike Williams: That Jerry is Johnny Vivacious. My hero.

[Vivacious air jams to the music taking time to spin, grind and jiggy with each of the team members before fixing himself at the top of the ramp, center stage. Steady, burning cigarette pursed between his lips, he glares through the silver lenses at the droves of people waving their homemade posters and foam fingers. The Lingerie Champions swoon over him, caressing and rubbing him from all directions.]

Mike Williams: Of all the times I wish I were an Armani.

[The kick-ass new theme fades to the sound of the roaring sold-out Pure Class Arena. From the barrier to the rafters, every seat is empty as the rear meant to fill it is on it’s pegs. Vivacious slowly reaches up with both hands on each side of his face and pulls the glasses from his shimmering greens as the arena lighting returns to normal illumination. He folds the glasses and places them in the inner pocket of his blazer before returning his attention to the crowd.]

Johnny Vivacious: Every single God damned one of you should get down on your knees and kiss my feet.

[The Euphoria start to lower themselves to Vivacious’ surprise.]

Johnny Vivacious: Not you ladies.

[Bringing them back up to hang all over him.]

Johnny Vivacious: No, not you ladies at all. These corn fed, fat ass, Carolina cows!

Jerry Andrews: Oh yeah, way to win them over champ.

Johnny Vivacious: Everyone of these people flock here to fuckin’ see me. They want to hear just what I’ll say next. They want to see just what the hell I’m gonna do next. The last time we were here though…

[Vivacious breaks away from the embrace of the Euphoria to step out onto the ramp. He extends both arms to each side and slowly brings them forward as he continues.]

Johnny Vivacious: …every single one of you wanted to see me get what you think I had coming to me right there.

Jerry Andrews: He’s pointing at the ring.

Mike Williams: *Sarcastically*…No…really?!

Johnny Vivacious: And did I ever?

[He brings his hands to the gold plate of the North American title.]

Johnny Vivacious: To some this title is of some worth. To some it means they represent the vile, despicable, grotesque people of North America.

Jerry Andrews: That’s uncalled for!

Johnny Vivacious: To me, this title simply means I did what I said I was going to do. I came into PCW, found a target and left boot prints in his ass!

[Vivacious kicks the air to add umph to his punchline.]

Johnny Vivacious: You know I’ve thought long and hard about what I was going to do with this title and I’ve made a decision.

Mike Williams: Here comes the big announcement!

Johnny Vivacious: I could come out here day in and day out knocking the hell out of every third-rate lackey the Cap’n sends to try and take it.

**NCM NCM NCM**

Johnny Vivacious: I could hand it over to the winner of this next match as it must really mean something to them. All three of them want it.

**NCM NCM NCM**

Johnny Vivacious: Hell, they even went to the trouble of blowing the dust off of another has been to replace the one that just hit the exit at full speed and running.

Jerry Andrews: I think he’s talking about Quinn Masters.

Mike Williams: You are just Mr. Obvious tonight aren’t you?

Johnny Vivacious: I could make back a couple thousand in fines and fees by auctioning this little trinket. I mean, after all, it’s just an accessory to an ass kicking.

Jerry Andrews: That is a very coveted championship title of PCW!

[Behind Vivacious the Euphoria have all ordered drinks and taken to the once empty table. Vivacious begins to pace in deep contemplation, talking with his hands as he continues.]

Johnny Vivacious: Then I got to thinking and unlike my ladies up there.

[The men in the crowd go into a frenzy of hoots and hollers for the sexy team on the stage.]

Johnny Vivacious: You know, the Lingerie Bowl Champions, their title means something. Their rings are probably worth a mint, each one of them. That trophy has to be worth more than this piece of leather and pyrite.

Jerry Andrews: I’ve had it…

Mike Williams: Where are you going?

Jerry Andrews: Every week I have to hear this man degrade PCW and I’ve had enough of it.

Mike Williams: So, what are you going to do?

Jerry Andrews: … Nothing … I guess.

Mike Williams: Then sit down… killer…

[Meanwhile, Vivacious has ordered a Vodka Straight, shot it and returned to the center of the stage.]

Johnny Vivacious: I probably couldn’t pay to get my hair trimmed with the lousy payoff this thing would bring.

Mike Williams: Damn! I was going to make a ten-dollar bid!

Jerry Andrews: Just like last week, your hero has his back against the wall and is bailing out.

Johnny Vivacious: No, I kind of like the tune of my first option a lot! Kickin’ the piss out of anyone who dares make the challenge.

Mike Williams: See, he knows what he’s doing.

Johnny Vivacious: If this is proof of my doin’ so, then so be it, I’ll shelf ANYONE who attempts to put their slime ball hands on it. As many times as it fuckin’ takes.

Jerry Andrews: A comment no doubt meant for Masters.

Johnny Vivacious: I guess that leaves option two with no chance at all. The day I hand this title over to anyone is the day they bury me upside down, eight feet beneath the surface. That way ya’all can still kiss my ass and I’ll continue to have a little more dirt than every one of you!

[Vivacious pats the belt against his shoulder as Get Back hits the speakers and the Euphoria join him in his exit.]

Mike Williams: Well, I guess that’s one way of putting it.

[A Ghost in the Wind]

Match Three: Triple Threat North American Number One Contender’s Match
Bison vs. Non Compos Mentis vs. Quinn Masters
Referee: Eddie Lane
Match Details: The three men made their entrances, the fans in roaring support of the returning Quinn Masters. Who went two to two, left and right with both Bison and Non Compos Mentis after being rushed by the twosome. Masters manages to send Bison through the ropes and turns into a short-arm clothesline from NCM. The fans’ support of both Masters and NCM was deafening as NCM landed a right hand and then backed Masters into the corner. Bison was back in and in Masters’ face as he and NCM traded off, unloading on Masters. Bison was soon shoved to the mat and Masters exploded from the corner with a forearm shot that dropped NCM. Bison is up and just as quickly back down as Masters returns him to the canvas with a full-nelson slam.

NCM surprises Masters from behind, but is back body dropped to the outside amazingly landing on his feet. Masters notices and baseball slides attempting to catch NCM with a DDT that is brushed off with ease. Masters bounces off the thin mat and is brought back up. Masters’ face is introduced to the ring apron and then Masters introduces NCM’s face to his new acquaintance. In a feat of awe, the very large Bison dives through the ropes taking both men out with a clothesline. With but one option, Eddie Lane begins to count all three men out. The trio fist fight around the ring with no one man gaining any momentum until from the front row the North American Champion hops the crowd barrier grabbing Masters from behind.

Masters’ left shoulder collided with the turnbuckle post before his face was busted open by the top of the ring steps. Vivacious flung Masters into the ring leaving NCM and Bison brawling on the outside. Lane left Vivacious and Masters in the ring to plead with NCM and Bison to return to the ring. His pleas fell on deaf ears as NCM made easy pickings of the first ever World’s Champion. With Bison showing no offense at all, he fell victim to a chair throw that sent him stumbling into an STO onto the same chair. Masters wasn’t having any better luck on the inside as Vivacious showed off his suplex duplex bouncing Masters all over the canvas.

With Bison down NCM dove into the ring, chair in hand, and spun Vivacious around as he poised to lock up with Masters again. A swing and a miss as Vivacious ducked behind NCM. Lane snatched the chair away and Vivacious bailed, not interested in brawling with the former North American Champion. Masters, in a puddle of his own blood, was rolled over and pinned. He managed to kick out at a very close two-count. Masters was simply running on fumes and instinct at this point, but managed to give NCM a run for his money as he ducked through a clothesline and hit a swinging neckbreaker off of a telegraphed back body drop. Lane was unable to make a count as NCM was quick to kick out.

NCM got a vicious running knee as Masters struggled to find his feet. Masters was then hoisted and dropped hard with a stalling vertical suplex for another two-count. Bison remained motionless on the outside and NCM peered over the rope to be sure before bringing Masters back up and whipping him to the corner. As Masters impacted the whiplash of his head sent blood into the front row, quite nasty. All of those people should immediately have themselves checked. Anyway, Masters stumbled forward and got a Yakuza Kick that spilled yet more blood into the arena. Masters collapsed as NCM went to the top and took to the air with a frog splash for yet another thin margin two-count.

One more check on the lifeless Bison at ringside before NCM convinced Eddie Lane to check on him. With Lane on the outside NCM rolled out on the opposite side collecting his chair then perched himself on the top turnbuckle measuring Masters. Masters turned as the chair was brought down hard against his skull. Like he wasn’t bleeding enough yet, right? The crowd gasped loudly as Masters fell to his knees. NCM didn’t allow him to go belly down on the mat choosing instead to send him to the ropes and catch him with the 3D on the chair! A cover that could have been three-hundred with Lane on the outside. Vivacious again appeared, rushing down the ramp and around the ring. He grabbed Lane and flung him into the ring to make the count.
Winner: NCM via pin.

NCM spots Vivacious walking backwards on the ramp and shouts at him. Vivacious mocks NCM with the belt hand gesture at his waist mouthing “I’m the champ!” NCM points to Vivacious, gives a thumbs down and then points to himself while nodding his head as the feed cuts to a commercial break.

Match Four: Non-Title Singles Match
Lantlas {Tag Team Champion} vs. Tony Brass (w/Rage)
Referee: Travis Wilson
Match Details: Before the match even started Travis Wilson told Rage he couldn’t stay at ringside and had him ejected. Lantlas quickly got started charging at Brass and taking him down with a running clothesline. The two locked up in the center of the ring just as quickly as Brass went down. Lantlas was able to get the upper hand with a knee to the stomach lifting Brass up off of the canvas, Lantlas didn't leave much time for Brass to recover following up with a roundhouse kick. Nothing like Chuck Norris, but effective all the same. Brass is quick to rebound, but Lantlas lurks just behind him waiting to pounce. Brass falls victim to a reverse DDT and kicks out at two. Lantlas, upset over the count chooses to argue with Wilson rather than following up and it cost him a two-count as well.

Both men return to their feet and grapple again in the center of the ring. Lantlas uses a headlock in an attempt to maintain momentum, but Brass breaks free and gets a reverse DDT of his own. Lantlas struggles under a barrage of right hands to get to his feet eventually using a thumb to the eye and a jawbreaker to put Brass on a short retreat. Lantlas tugs his knee pad up costing himself a few seconds enough for Brass to cinch in a wrist lock turned quickly into a hammer lock which was then turned into a side suplex bouncing Brass off of the mat.

Brass drops an elbow directly into the canvas as Lantlas rolls out of the way. Lantlas is back up and brings Brass with him before sending him into the corner. Lantlas follows with a crushing splash and then sends Brass to the opposite turnbuckle. This time however, Brass moves, but Lantlas anticipates it and hits the brakes. The two trade closed fists and roll along the ropes from one corner to the other before Wilson breaks them up. As Wilson moves out of the way Brass catches a boot to the midsection which kills him over and allows Lantlas to deliver the Elvish Tale! Lantlas rolls Brass over and hooks the leg for a three count.
Winner: Lantlas via pin!

Just Three Seconds
Details: [The lights in the arena dim and the lighting above the stage and ramp put on a multicolored spectacle as the newest rendition of Get Back jams from the speakers.]

Mark Long: Standing at an even 6 feet and weighing in at 229 lbs ..."Mr. One Night Only"... this is... Johnny Vivacious!

[Vivacious explodes through the curtain, nowhere near prepared for this match, still wearing his Armani. The North American Championship belt is resting on his right shoulder and he’s got a giant red heart with lace trim tucked under it. In his left hand a bottle of champagne and very beautiful wine red roses under his left arm.]

Mike Williams: The TRUE Ladies Man of wrestling is here!

[To his left and right, the Euphoria file out from behind the curtain once more to the flirting of the crowd. Vivacious struts with purpose down the ramp and up the steps. The girls pour into the ring from all directions as Vivacious ducks through the ropes clinging to his goodies.]

Jerry Andrews: Mark Long is being shooed from the ring.

[Vivacious places the heart on the mat, stands the bottle beside of it and keeps the flowers where they are. He snatches the microphone from Long and dumps him out of the ring head first.]

Mike Williams: No, I think he just threw him out.

Johnny Vivacious: Melissa… sweetfreak…

[The crowd jeer loudly at Vivacious’ mockery.]

Johnny Vivacious: I’m going to make this sweet and easy for you.

Jerry Andrews: I’m sure it will not be reciprocated.

Johnny Vivacious: You come down here. I have flowers for you, a box of very good candy and this bottle of champagne. It’s more than any pale faced, black lipstick boyfriend could ever get you… I’m sure.

Jerry Andrews: Is he just assuming that she has a…

Johnny Vivacious: All you have to do to save yourself getting beaten up on Valentine’s day is come to the ring and lay down…

[He waves his hand over a clear spot in the ring.]

Johnny Vivacious: …right here. We’ll make this a true “in and out” situation.

Mike Williams: Oh my gawd! Did he just say…

Johnny Vivacious: I promise you, it will only take three seconds.

[Vivacious tosses the microphone to Long, pulling himself together on the outside of the ring. In the center of the ring he awaits her decision.]

Match Five: Non-Title Singles Match
Johnny Vivacious {North American Champion} vs. Melissa Malone
Referee: Tim Jones
Match Details: Melissa Malone made her entrance and went chin to chest with the North American Champion, well the best she could anyway, showing very little interest in his tokens. Vivacious took the flowers from under his left arm and a step back to present them to her. She swatted them out of his hand and smacked him across the face. She ducked a clothesline attempt and kicked him in the back of the knee sending him down. Clearly aware of the present danger she caught Lana Kinnear with a clothesline as she came into the ring and then disposed of the former WOW wrestler.

The trio of Mishel Thorpe, Jennifer Cantrell and Lisa Ligon attacked from all sides, but Malone easily made child's play with Thorpe kicking her in the gut and tossing her between the ropes. Cantrell and Ligon caught her with a double clothesline that bounced her off of the canvas. She was up in a snap and caught both of them, one on each side, with a double side Russian leg sweep. She brought them both up by the hair and smashed their faces together before acquainting them to the thin mats at ringside. Tim Jones threw both hands in the air unable to control the match.

Malone turned into a stiff kick from the Lingerie Football League’s player of the year, Trishelle Cannatella, but caught it and swept her off of her feet. Malone wanted to see to it that Cannatella Walked No More and locked on the very hold. Cannatella screamed in pain for several minutes before Vivacious broke the hold with a clothesline that turned Malone upside down in midair before crashing against the canvas. Jones helped Cannatella out of the ring as Vivacious went to work, ruthlessly stomping and kicking Malone while she crawled on the canvas. The vile North American Champion actually stood on Malone’s back and drop the Hell-Bow!

What could have been an easy pin, Vivacious chose instead to pull Malone up and duck around behind her. With his hands on her waist he gestured a sexual innuendo before flipping her over with the Center Ring suplex. Vivacious crudely positioned himself between Malone’s legs and made a cover, thrusting his hips against hers as Jones counted one then two, but he snidely pulled her shoulder up at the very last second.

Jones reprimanded Vivacious for doing such a needless thing, but Vivacious smacked the taste out of his mouth and then threw him over between the top and middle ropes. Jones hit the barrier with a thud and Vivacious went back to work on Malone, but noticed someone on the ramp.

The former North American Champion, Non Compos Mentis, standing at the top of the ramp shaking his head in disgust. Vivacious shouted at NCM and invited him to the ring, holding the ropes, but NCM remained atop the ramp. Vivacious took three steps back finding himself in a roll-up from behind. Jones had since shook off his meeting with the barrier and leaped in the ring for a lighting quick three count.
Winner: Melissa Malone by pin

Vivacious kicks Malone away, but she and Jones leave no time in the ring with the irate North American champ, escaping the ring on each side. Vivacious throws a childish tantrum in the ring after finding NCM is no longer on the stage and Malone is leaving with the champagne, chocolates and a win. The crowd showers the Man in Black with garbage as the feed cuts to commercial.

Match Six: Singles Match
"Mr. Showtime" Mikey Wryght (w/Perfection) vs. LoKi
Referee: Richard Stevens
Match Details: The match got underway as Wryght jumped LoKi as the introductions were being made! Wryght was quick to go to work on with a quick chop block taking LoKi's legs right out from underneath him! Wryght proceeded to go to work on LoKi's leg with some stiff leg kicks followed by a second chop block as LoKi struggled to find his feet. Wryght took further control of the match as he dropped LoKi right on his head with a vicious brainbuster suplex! He only got a two count for his efforts! Wryght then landed a gasping tilt-a-whirl piledriver after an irish whip. He followed it up going to the ropes and hollering “IT’S SHOWTIME!” then attempted a moonsault that hit nothing but an empty mat with LoKi rolling at the last second!

LoKi took limping control of the match hitting vicious moves with less authority due to the favoring right knee. He was able to get off a snap suplex then drag Wryght up by the ears only to put him back down with a DDT. Not so quick to get up, LoKi mangaed to find his feet around the same time that Wryght used the ropes to pull himself up. LoKi hit a clothesline the sent both men toppling to the outside. Wryght landed hard on the floor and LoKi landed on his feet, but dropped because of the previous attacks on his leg.

After LoKi gained his footing he proceeded to attack Wryght on the outside launching him into the guardrail and following it up with an amazing sidewalk slam that landed with a loud thud! All the while Richard Stevens counted away. As Stevens reached 8 Perfection was on the apron to distract him from counting any further. LoKi rolled into the ring and jerked Stevens attention back to the match. Stevens started to count Wryght out and perfection went to his aid. Recognizing this, LoKi turns his body into a weapon hurling himself into the air and springing off the top rope with a cross body block wiping out Perfection and Wryght.

LoKi snatches Wryght up and drags him back to the ring. LoKi whipped Wryght to the ropes and caught him hard with a kick to the gut then hooked a double arm DDT and dropped him. LoKi hit the ropes for whatever reason, we’ll never know because Perfection tripped him up from the outside. LoKi turned around into a hangman and was sprung backward into the grasp of a waist lock by Wryght turned into a belly to back float over for a two-count.

Perfection back on the apron arguing a slow count as Wryght propelled LoKi into the corner so hard the entire ring shook as LoKi went chest first then stumbled backward into a crossed arms back drop and got another fair two count. Frustrated Wryght pulled LoKi up and Perfection continued took to arguing another slow count. Stevens threatened to have Perfection removed from ringside if he didn’t stay off of the apron, but was distracted long enough for LoKi to get a thumb to Wryght’s eye and turn the tide on him.

Heavy, clobbering blows from LoKi backed Wright into the corner, but LoKi helped Wryght out of the corner with a pump handle slam. LoKi went to the second rung and dropped a knife-edge chop across the top of Wryght’s noggin. A pin for two and LoKi was back up with Wryght following suit, not of his own will either. LoKi heaved Wryght up onto his shoulder for Apocalypse Now, but Perfection again went to leap to the apron providing just the hesitation Wryght needed to turn the momentum into an inverted DDT. Wryght helped LoKi to his feet with a confident smirk on his face. Wryght set LoKi up for Sweetness not paying attention to his ring positioning. LoKi grabbed the top rope with his free hand botching the finisher stunning Wryght. LoKi got a grip on Wryght’s head and turned the move into the Ragnarok and a cover for the win! Winner: LoKi via pin!

Contract Signing
Details: [Upon coming back from commercial break, The Captain is standing in the middle of the ring. The ring is decorated with a red, crushed red velvet carpet...along with a mahogany desk with two rolling leather chairs on either side of the desk. Microphone in head, The Captain begins to speak to the faithful PCW audience.]

Captain: All right, all right. Lissen up youse guys. It's time to get down ta business. Right now, we're gonna sign th' contract for the next PCW pay-per-view...Game Over. This contract is for the Main Event World Championship Match between th' Prophet and Mr. Ace Anderson. So at this time, I'd like th' Prophet to bring himself down to th' ring.

[With this, The Prophet's theme song 'Black and White' by Static-X filters into the audience, many of them standing to their feet to see his entrance. No pyro, no ring of flame, nothing normally seen as the Prophet simply emerges from the backstage area, dressed in a white dress suit with one of his favorite phrases, 'Mundus Vult Decipi' (The World Invites Deception) on his back in black lettering as he slowly makes his way to the ring, taking his good sweet time as he steps onto the apron. Wiping his feet off casually, he steps through the ropes and has a seat on the far side of the desk...farthest away from the rampway.]

Captain: Well, you took your sweet time gettin' here, didn't ya? Okay, enough said there, let's have th' world champion come on out now. So Ace Anderson, c'mon down to th' ring.

[Little more needed to be said as he crowd grows quiet, and 'Suffocate' by Sevendust begins to play. When the music picks up, Ace Anderson comes firing out from the backstage area. He stops at the top of the ramp, and raises his arms, making his "Greatness" symbol. He keeps his hands above his head, and brings them down in a swooping motion across the right side of his body, this time though no pyro shooting out. Walking steadily to the ring, his eyes focused on The Prophet, he reaches the ring and with a jump, lands on the apron and climbs in through the ropes. An unwavering stare between the two men, Ace slowly walks to the chair across from The Prophet and has a seat.]

Captain: All right, enough grandstandin' outta youse two. Let's sign th' contract and get it over with, I got some important business t' take care of.

[The Captain pulling out a packet of papers, he sets them down first in front of the Prophet. The Prophet looking through the papers carefully for a brief moment, he reaches into his front pocket and retrieves a pen. Reaching up to grab the mic in the Captain's hand, he speaks as he signs his John Hancock to the paper.]

The Prophet: Ace, my boy....this Pay-Per-View couldn't be ANY better named. Because on that night, it truly WILL...be GAME OVER...for Ace Anderson.

[The Prophet putting the pen back into his pocket, he sets the microphone on the desk and leans back as the Captain grabs the contract, seeing that all is legit before sliding it to Ace. Ace looking down, he quickly flips to the dotted line and signs his own name, just a bit bigger and partially over the Prophet's name as he grabs the microphone and speaks his own words.]

Ace Anderson: Greatness in the Flesh...does not play. Playing is for children, for toddlers. Put away the blocks...pack away the Play-Doh...playtime is OVER, Prophet.

[Both men standing to face each other as if on cue, crossing on the side of the desk as they both come nose-to-nose, staring holes straight through each other as the Captain begins to interject himself.]

Whoa whoa whoa WHOA! Settle down, youse two. I got one more announcement t' make!

[The men hesitatntly backing off, The Captain continues.]

Now, Ace...th' truth of the matter is: PCW head honchos were watchin' your title match at Mass Destruction. Although you may have gotten a win, it was clear that th' referee assigned happened to MISS youse using the ropes to...HELP your case out just a little bit. So what I'd like t' do now...is to introduce...DA SPECIAL GUEST REFEREE!

[Both challenger and champion turning instinctively to the rampway as a countdown begins to play over the P.A system.]

5...

4...

3...

2....

1...

[BOOM! A single blast of pyro shoots off, and Papa Roach's "Not Listening" begins playing as the screen shows sped-up clips of Sean Hunter in action: Hunter posing; a slow-motion clip of Hunter delivering the Decapitator; Hunter in front of a set of pyro; Sean is seen glaring an arrogant grin.]

Voice:
Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted-One moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?

The Captain: ...SEAN HUNTER!

[The entryway slowly begins to light up as one spotlight after another snaps down on the entrance. As the lights continue to shoot down upon the entryway Sean Hunter steps out into the pure view of everyone in the arena. The crowd absolutely buzzing at the return of Sean Hunter, he stands high at the top of the entryway, staring down at both competitors as Ace is quite incensed at such a nuisance in his title match. Even angrier, however, might be the challenger as The Prophet openly curses at Sean Hunter then moves to the Captain, who quickly leaves the ring...leaving the Prophet and Ace to stare down Sean Hunter with a little more than a modicum of anger as Tuesday Night Trauma goes off the air.]

*CLICK*[/i]

Overview
Seth Sinn d. The Byrd
Grimm d. Pegasus
Non Compos Mentis d. Quinn Masters & Bison
Lantlas d. Tony Brass
Melissa Malone d. Johnny Vivacious
LoKi d. "Mr. Showtime" Mikey Wryght

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