Trauma Results {2/21/06}

[A Ghost in the Wind]

PCW Tuesday Trauma
Tuesday, February 21, 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...

Grimm's Brethren?
Details: Grimm walks back into his locker room after one last pre-match bathroom visit. He checks his fly for the third time to make sure it’s zipped and moves to sit down in one of the folding chairs set up around the room, but something catches his eye. An old piece of paper, yellowed and tattered around the edges, has been tacked to the wall since he was in here last. He probably wouldn’t have noticed normally, but the fact that it is being held up by a rusty dagger driven into the wall is hard to miss. Grimm takes a quick survey of the room to make sure he doesn’t have any uninvited guests, and after convincing himself that he is alone walks over to the message. The writing is in thick black ink that is smudged in some spots.

The very deep did rot – O Christ,

That ever this should be!

Yes, slimy things did crawl with legs

Upon the slimy sea!

About, about in reel and rout

The death fires danced at night,

The water, like a witch’s oils,

Burnt green and blue and white!

And some in dreams assured were

Of the Spirit that plagued us so;

Nine fathoms deep he had followed us

From the land of mist and snow.

And every tongue, through utter drought,

Was withered at the root;

We could not speak, no more than if

We had been choked with soot.

There was no question who had been here. Grimm hadn’t heard from the Brethren in a few days, but now that they had apparently started showing up at PCW events he knew he had to make the next move. It was time to find out what was going on once and for all. He would initiate contact on his terms as soon as he got home from Trauma. For now, though, it was time to show his contempt for his fellow PCW employees. He yanked the dagger out of the wall and shoved both it and the parchment into his travel bag before walking out, letting the door slam behind him.

Match One: Non-Title Singles Match
"The Enigma" Seth Sinn {Tag Team Champion} vs. Melissa Malone
Referee: Steve Shaw
Match Details: Malone made her entrance first, followed by Sinn. With both competitors in the ring, Shaw called for the bell to start the match. They hovered over the center of the ring, circling several times, feeling each other out. Sinn, showing Malone little respect, stopped to invite her to deliver the first blow going as far as closing his eyes. Malone let him have it with a roundhouse kick that took him off of his feet. Maybe that will change his tone on taking his opponent’s so lightly. The match was off and Malone had the upperhand until whipping Sinn to the ropes and telegraphing a backdrop. Sinn kicked her in the head and chest then came off the ropes again turning her inside out with a clothesline from hell. Shades from last week where we saw a similar flip and flop from her.

The match went to the outside of the ring, actually Malone did and Sinn followed, where a fist fight ensued. Malone was in control again quickly after gouging Sinn’s eyes and getting a jawbreaker on the floor. Leaving Sinn on the ringside mats, Malone went to the ring apron and used the middle rope for a springboard moonsault on the outside. Unfortunately for Malone, all she found was the thin padding, if you can call it that. Sinn was back up and on the attack tossing her hard against the crowd barrier to the gasp of the fans and then into the ring under the bottom rope.

Sinn followed her in and got off a few power moves after measuring her up and wiping her out with a spear. A whip to the ropes proceeded a tingling spine buster from Sinn. Malone was then slammed hard against the turnbuckle and bounced off of the mat with a belly-to-back release. Sinn hurled Malone up for a power bomb aimed at the top turnbuckle and got a hurricanranna for his efforts. Malone followed it up with a clubbing and the perfect execution of the Sweet Dream. A lateral press and Shaw was down to count, but the bell rang after one. Shaw consulted with the timekeeper and called the match a draw at the eight-minute time limit of this particular match.
Winner: Draw via time limit!

As Malone argues with the referee on one side of the ring, the Byrd and Tony Brass slide in on the other side of the ring and go to work on Sinn with a set of matching steel chairs. The assault is short lived, but effective, as Lantlas rushes to the ring chasing off the challengers at Game Over. The feed cut to a commercial break as Lantlas helped his partner to his feet.

Match Two: Non-Title Singles Match
Lantlas {Tag Team Champion} vs. Quinn Masters
Referee: Eddie Lane
Match Details: Masters was out first and hyped the crowd before Lantlas made his entrance. Something like the blink of an eye, as the bell was still ringing, Lantlas thrust his knuckles into Masters’ throat and then dropped the choking man with a flying forearm off of the ropes. Masters was picked up and hoisted onto Lantlas’ shoulder for the Flame of the West and then frog splashed effortlessly. The Elvish Tale brought the end of the match as, for the second week in a row, Masters was gazing into the rafters for a three-count.
Winner: Lantlas via pinfall!

Backstage Bump
Details: (The camera followed Lantlas backstage as he celebrated his most recent victory. Just past the curtain a group of fellow superstars, including his partner, were there to congratulate him. Not paying attention and still in motion toward his locker room he accidentally ran into Johnny Vivacious as he turned around.)

Johnny Vivacious: Congratulations dwarf.

(Clearly Vivacious’ knowledge of fantasy species isn’t as honed as his knowledge of foul language and wrestling maneuvers.)

Johnny Vivacious: So you beat a f*ckin’ has been; good for you. If you want a real g*ddamned match, how about you and your partner team against me and that lousy ass has been next week.

(Lantlas remains silent choosing only to nod which enrages Vivacious.)

Johnny Vivacious: You know what pointy ears? How about I just whoop the shit out of you and your sidekick myself? I hardly need Quinn Masters to beat the likes of either of you.

(Vivacious shoves through both Lantlas and Seth Sinn and heads towards the arena entrance.)

Club Vivacious
Details: (On the entrance stage of the Pure Class Arena, the renovated Club Vivacious set is open for business. A lot of work has gone into recreating and modifying the set. A backdrop, with full service liquor cabinet is positioned across the stage, blocking the view of the curtain. The bar is a mahogany-planked top with spill-rail and four taps. Three solid red pleather, swivel Cucina bar stools across the front. Customary, the PCW-Tron lights up with a humming buzz to display the neon “CLUB V” replica.)

Mike Williams: I like this new set!

Jerry Andrews: He’s bragged about a huge surprise all week.

Mike Williams: I seriously doubt that the set is the surprise Jerry.

Jerry Andrews: For some reason, I have to agree with you!

(It’s soon apparent why the backdrop is placed as so. The lights dim in the arena and the crowd rises to their feet. The clouds of smoke billow around the back drop, concentrated as such to make the multicolor beams from above cut through it, an awesome club effect that just wasn’t pulled off effectively with the original set.)

“Here’s another one! Vivacious edition muthaf*ckas! Rap and roll!”

(From the left side of the backdrop, the North American Champion rounds the set air jamming to the music. Ever so stylish in his usual edge; he’s sporting a pair of black leather loafers, worn blue jeans and a red and black crosshatch silk button up under a crimson velvet blazer.)

Jerry Andrews: At least he looks like a champion!

Mike Williams: You said it!

(As always his platinum blonde is on end, eyes are shielded behind the silver tinted lenses and cigarette is flapping to the badmouthing and thrashing of the crowd. The gold plate of the North American title reflects the light above as the belt rests on his right shoulder. On his left, the only not so commonplace article, a towel.)

Mike Williams: He is, by far, my absolute favorite.

Jerry Andrews: Besides Ace Anderson and Sean Hunter of course, right?

Mike Williams: Oh… hmm… I’ll get back to you on that.

(Vivacious steps out onto the ramp, the crowd a mixed reaction as some love to hate and others hate to love him. Observing his new establishment, he applauds and nods in approval before stepping to the bar and making requesting his usual as Get Back fades and the lights return to their normal volume of light. He shoots the drink just as quickly as he receives it, takes the belt from his shoulder and places it on the mahogany and then turns to the crowd with a grin.)

Johnny Vivacious: Who’s the f*ckin’ man? Huh! …

(With his left arm he presents the new set to the crowd, as any proud host would then drops his cigarette onto the stage and stamps it out.)

Johnny Vivacious: Look at this will you! I’m the man dammit! I AM THE MAN!

Mike Williams: You’re the man Johnny!

Johnny Vivacious: I want to talk to you for a minute, I know I have an easy win coming to me later over some pathetic PCW veteran; the current number one contender. Like I said, an easy win plain and simple.

(The crowd shows great disrespect for the heinous comments.)

Johnny Vivacious: The Prophet just doesn’t concern me. Not really.

** YOU LOST TO A GIRL, YOU LOST TO A GIRL, YOU LOST TO A GIRL **

Mike Williams: How rude!

(He is silenced by the chant, uncharacteristically speechless for only a moment biting his bottom lip with a look of disdain, as he allows the fans to vent.)

Jerry Andrews: He can’t deny it Mike.

Johnny Vivacious: If you are quite finished dammit, I did not lose to a f*ckin’ girl. Well, I wouldn’t have if it wasn’t for that stank ass little bitch, Non Compos Mentis.

** NCM, NCM, NCM **

Johnny Vivacious: Cheer for him all that you want. Maybe he will beat one of your asses later tonight. Seems he’s in the habit of beating you people up, but by all means, continue to cheer for him.

Mike Williams: NCM can’t deny that!

Johnny Vivacious: I’m sorry…

(He comes halfway down the ramp, focused on a fan in the front row.)

Johnny Vivacious: …was I talking while you were?

(Vivacious shoves the fan and both companions on each side, knocking his glasses off of his head, then takes a step back as all three jump at him, but are unable to touch him.)

Johnny Vivacious: I mean, com’on, there’s lights, cameras… my new establishment up there with a neon sign… I have this clip on microphone… f*ck me, what an @sshole!

(He turns to go back up the ramp, but hesitates and turns his attention back to his troublesome trio.)

Johnny Vivacious: I mean I’m not going to come out to where you work and flick boogers in the fry batter.

Jerry Andrews: Funny, sounds exactly like something one Johnny V might do.

Mike Williams: HAH! That’s great!

Johnny Vivacious: Sit the f*ck down and shut the hell up!

(He heads back up the ramp wiping his brow with the towel on his left shoulder. At the top of the ramp he takes the towel from his shoulder and turns back to the crowd looking down at it.)

Johnny Vivacious: You know I brought this out here for a reason actually. In case you were wondering.

Jerry Andrews: Yeah, what’s the story with the towel?

Johnny Vivacious: See, at Game Over I am forced once again to get in the ring with that "N"ot so "C"lean "M"uthaf*cka.

** NCM, NCM, NCM **

Johnny Vivacious: Congratulations! Dumb asses.

Jerry Andrews: And he wonders why he is hated.

Mike Williams: Actually Jerry, I don't think he cares.

Johnny Vivacious: Anyway, I’m inviting NCM this time to use this towel. That’s right, put it in the hands of someone that you trust you filthy bastard.

Jerry Andrews: What the hell is he talking about?

Johnny Vivacious: At Game Over, when I beat you into a cruddy carcass and you just can’t take anymore, hope that whomever it is you put your trust in does you a f*ckin’ favor and throws that sum’bitch in!

Jerry Andrews: Whoa!

Mike Williams: Does NCM have any friends?

Jerry Andrews: Does Johnny Vivacious have any friends?

Mike Williams: I’ll do it! I’ll be Johnny’s towel-man!

(He flings the towel back over his shoulder, his toothy grin draws to an arrogant smirk.)

Johnny Vivacious: I have already picked my choice to be in my corner. Yes I have!

Mike Williams: Here it comes! This has to be the surprise he’s been talking about all week!

Johnny Vivacious: See, last week it took FIVE women to satisfy my… itch!

Mike Williams: The New York Euphoria was here last week with him!

Johnny Vivacious: This week, there is one.

Jerry Andrews: One?!

Mike Williams: Did he say one woman could do what those five last week…

Johnny Vivacious: One woman who has promised to stand by me during my upcoming match with Prophet tonight, but more than that, she’s promised that for NO reason whatsoever, will she toss that f*ckin’ towel into the ring at Game Over. That is... if ...NCM has the guts to accept the challenge.

“You don't know, You don't really know me at all!”

(The crowd explodes as the lights flicker to the scream of a guitar. Smoke once again billows from behind the backdrop, but it’s no secret as to who is about to show.)

Mike Williams: IT’S CHRISSY JOHNSON!

(The former Tag Team Champion comes around the right side of the backdrop a bit taken by the crowds mixed reaction. Some supporting her return and others are disgusted in her alliance with the resident rule-breaker.)

Jerry Andrews: That’s definitely Chrissy Johnson!

(Suited to match her new companion, as he must obviously see to his women, in strapped Stilettos, chino micro-check capri-pants and a silk, kir shirt with gold beaded trim under a matching chino two-button micro-check jacket with a microphone clipped to the notched collar. She joins Vivacious at the top of the ramp. He winks at her and leans to accept a peck on his right cheek. The music and the crowd fades as the two elevator eye one another.)

Johnny Vivacious: You’re looking good for a retiree.

Chrissy Johnson: Now, before we going any farther, Johnny dear, I just have a few things to get off my chest.

(Vivacious, being the “thinker” that he is, attempts to help her remove her jacket and top, getting a stern look for his efforts.)

** TAKE IT OFF! TAKE IT OFF! TAKE IT OFF! **

Johnny Vivacious: Oh! I thought you meant…

Chrissy Johnson: …shut up and get me a drink.

Johnny Vivacious: Okay good-lookin’, just what is it I can get for you?

Chrissy Johnson: Chocolate Martini would be great… …if you don't mind.

(He turns to the bar while she turns her attention to the sold-out Pure Class Arena, raging a mixed reaction for the returning diva.)

Chrissy Johnson: Now, don't feel quite so surprised to see me standing in front of you tonight.

Mike Williams: I’ll admit, I’m delightfully surprised!

Chrissy Johnson: I mean, I never said that I was leaving permanently… …just until something came together.

Jerry Andrews: I’m sure we don’t need the details.

Mike Williams: Are you kidding me? Shut up Jerry!

Chrissy Johnson: Something like...

(She peeks up at Vivacious leaned over the bar waiting for the bartender to prepare the drinks.)

Chrissy Johnson: I don't know, like his fine ass on my doorstep. WOW, was I surprised…

(She fans herself with both hands as she turns back to the fans.)

Chrissy Johnson: You see, I have some unfinished business needing tended to…

Jerry Andrews: What is she talking about?

Chrissy Johnson: …and it all starts tonight.

Mike Williams: Well, it looks as if we might find out. Sometime tonight!

(Vivacious returns with the drinks. She turns to face him and he gestures to speak she nods approval.)

Johnny Vivacious: So, if I were to refer to you as my Anita Longerman, that would make me whom exactly?

(Chrissy takes her drink and pulls him close with her free hand.)

Chrissy Johnson: That would make you my Major Lee Hung baby.

(Vivacious raises both eyebrows as they make a splashing toast to a new union.)

Jerry Andrews: Oh my Gawd!

(They keep a grip on each other atop the stage, looking deeply into the eyes of one another.)

Johnny Vivacious: I’m one bad muthaf*cka!

Chrissy Johnson: I’m one bad ass bitch!

Mike Williams: Well, I guess that’s…

(Vivacious breaks the embrace momentarily to look out into the crowd for the punch-line.)

Johnny Vivacious: …and that’s just too f*ckin’ bad for each…

Chrissy Johnson: …and every…

Johnson/Vivacious: …one of you!

Mike Williams: Yeah, something like tha…

(They shoot their drinks and Vivacious chases Chrissy’s with his tongue giving her a taste of his Vodka, no doubt, before he turns back to the crowd.)

Jerry Andrews: OH! That’s a married man!

Mike Williams: I don’t think that bothers either one of them.

Johnny Vivacious: Remember to support single moms everywhere and visit your local titty bar! Let’s get out of here!

(She turns to go up the ramp and he snaps her across the ass with the towel then follows closely behind in a teasing game of tag.)

Jerry Andrews: ** That **, ladies and gentlemen, is our North American Champion.

Mike Williams: I’ve decided! After that, Ace Anderson doesn’t hold a candle to Johnny V. Besides, I’ve never thought too highly of Sean Hunter anyway. To answer your question from earlier Jerry.

(Vivacious snatches the North American title belt up off of the bar and turns to the crowd throwing it high above his head clinched tightly in the grip of his right hand. She applauds standing to his left as he gives a very contemptuous answer to the chorus of boos.)

Jerry Andrews: That is definitely not the universal sign for peace Mike!

Mike Williams: No, looks more like a sentimental “FU” to well, anyone watching.

Jerry Andrews: Except you of course.

Mike Williams: You know Jerry, you catch on rather quickly.

(They make their way around the right side of the backdrop, hand in hand, as the feed cuts to a commercial.)

[A Ghost in the Wind]

Match Three: Six-Person Tag Team Match
LoKi, Pegasus, & Grimm vs. "Mr. Showtime" Mikey Wryght & S.I.N.
Referee: Travis Wilson
Match Details: Showtime was out first with the lovely Perfection by his side. His partners, Tony Brass and The Byrd entered the arena together. Pegasus was out first for the opposing team, but stayed on the ramp in wait for his partners. As soon as LoKi was by his side they hit the ring taking the attention away from Grimm and his entrance to the match. After Wilson obtained some control of a pier-six spill out on the floor he called for the bell to start the match. On one side, LoKi had taken the initiative to the chagrin of Grimm against Showtime. Not that it was quick work or one-sided by any means, Showtime eventually got the upper hand by cutting the ring in half and using quick tags to a seasoned team. LoKi felt the wrath of a triple team as both Grimm and Pegasus tried to break it up with Wilson keeping them at bay.

Rage and Perfection found humor in the fact they were able to simply watch, as LoKi’s own teammates were costing him. Brass was working over LoKi in the team corner when he tagged in Showtime. Showtime made the mistake of a singles wrestler in a tag match, launching LoKi across the ring into the opposite corner where Pegasus got a tag and hit the ring dropping Showtime with a clothesline. Showtime went to the floor where Perfection was there to nurse him. Grimm was in the ring quickly to save Pegasus from a two on one from S.I.N.

Grimm muscled Byrd into one corner while Pegasus worked Brass into the opposite. In tandem, S.I.N. was mounted as a double ten-punch was counted by the crowd. Grimm whipped Byrd to the center and Pegasus was reversed, but managed to drop Byrd instinctively with a clothesline. In quite the feat, Grimm used Byrd on all fours to elevate his leap as Pegasus sidestepped sending Grimm crashing down onto Brass from high above with a clothesline. Pegasus, awed by the move, fell victim to a roll up from behind and a two-count until Grimm broke it suplexing Brass over on his partner. Grimm came off the ropes only to be tripped from behind and drug out of the ring by Showtime.

Pegasus, alone with the number one contenders to the Tag Team Championship was double turnbuckle slammed and then suplexed over. A lateral press by Byrd, but no count as the referee was trying to get Brass out of the ring. LoKi took advantage coming off of the top turnbuckle wiping out Byrd, Brass and Wilson from behind. Showtime went to work on Grimm on the outside whipping him chest first into the turnbuckle post and catching him with a crossed arms back drop on the thin mats at ringside. The crowd cheered for the sheer delight of the match as in the ring LoKi was set to fly. He did to, but he was caught by Showtime and power slammed hard on top of Grimm.

Wilson nearly threw the match until Showtime dove in under the bottom rope and pinned Pegasus for about two and three-quarters. Showtime picked Pegasus up, but turned around into a trapping suplex from LoKi who had slid in behind him. Brass and Byrd attacked again, but Wilson stepped between them pushing them to their corner. On the outside Grimm was rounding the ring to climb up into his corner where LoKi joined him, leaving plenty of space on opposite sides of the corner from each other. Pegasus crawled to his corner, but Showtime got a hold of his boot and kept him from making a tag, momentarily. Pegasus eventually kicked free and leaped into his corner to tag Grimm.

Grimm and Showtime went tooth and nail in the center of the ring with neither man gaining a clear advantage until Wilson found Perfection on the apron and Grimm found a knee in his crotch. Showtime hurled him into the corner where S.I.N. attacked from the outside with a shower of closed fists and heavy forearms. Grimm amazingly fought off Byrd, then knocked Brass from the corner and caught Showtime coming in with a pair of boots to the face and chest. Grimm lifted himself to a seated position on the turnbuckle and took Showtime down with a flying lariat.

Grimm’s corner didn’t look promising, Pegasus was still laying on the apron and LoKi turned his attention away as Grimm came in for a tag. LoKi, distracted by the arrival of Lantlas and Seth Sinn, hadn’t realized his partner was reaching for him from the center of the ring. Showtime realized that holding the boot of Grimm wasn’t doing any good on his end either as the Tag Team Champions were chasing his partners into the crowd. Grimm got loose of Showtime and took care of business, putting him down with a lightning quick Harvest.

With Showtime compromised Grimm was on the case of LoKi shoving him, which simultaneously tagged him in, but LoKi was coming any way. Face to face with his partner the shoving contest degenerated into a hailing fist to cuffs and a raging crowd. Pegasus used the ropes to pull himself up on the apron and took quick note of the action. At first a little confused, then it hit him just exactly what was happening and he ducked through the ropes to pull his partners apart. Ragnarok in split second timing as Showtime attempted to capitalize on the situation. Wilson refused to count until Pegasus and Grimm were on the apron and then was forced to get Perfection out of the ring allowing Pegasus to add insult to injury with the Guiding Light on Showtime behind the referee’s back!

Perfection proved to be a nuisance, refusing to get out of the ring until Grimm assisted Wilson and dumped her through the ropes. Wilson continued his refusal to count until Grimm was at the other end of the tag rope in his own corner buying just enough show time for a kick out at “wuh”. LoKi brought Showtime up and whipped him toward the ropes only to be reversed. As LoKi hit the ropes, Showtime followed clotheslining him over the top. Wilson saw a blind tag from Grimm before LoKi left the ring. Showtime hadn’t seen the tag and turned his back to the opposing corner. When Showtime turned back around he was hooked a second and final time in the Harvest. Grimm hooked the leg for the three-count.
Winner: Grimm, LoKi and Pegasus via pinfall!

Match Four: Non-Title Singles Match
Johnny Vivacious {North American Champion} (w/Chrissy Johnson) vs. The Prophet
Referee: Tyrone Little
Match Details: Vivacious was out first, flaunting both his Vivacious American Championship and new valet Chrissy Johnson. The Prophet was out next and showered with the sweat from the top of Vivacious’ head as Vivacious ran his hand from the back to the front of his spikes. They immediately locked up to the sound of the bell. Prophet pushed Vivacious back into the corner, quick to fire in a series of chops. Little got in between and Prophet backed away only to have Vivacious shove Little out of the way and toss Prophet against the turnbuckles. A fury of punches slumped Prophet in the corner and Vivacious was relentless until Little grabbed his arm causing a temporary distraction. Enough to see a standing switch by Prophet and a rain of closed fists that was again busted up by Little as he pushed Prophet out into the center of the ring.

Vivacious was sidestepped and brought down with a drop toe hold. Prophet pulled Vivacious back up with a blonde handful and launched him at the ropes. Vivacious avoided a clothesline and came off of the ropes behind Prophet, dropped to his knees and sunk a blatant low blow. Thanks to Chrissy, Little never saw it happen turning around to Prophet taking a ride on the Widow Maker. Vivacious just barely got a two-count before Prophet kicked out. Both men found their feet at nearly the same time, Vivacious fired some sharp knife-edge chops into the chest of Prophet. Prophet returned one of his own with each that he received until ending the exchange all together with an armdrag and series of elbow drops. Vivacious down Prophet takes to the second rung as a launching platform for a fist drop from the big man finding only both of Vivacious’ boots in his mush.

Prophet grabbed his chin as Vivacious rolled to the outside. Chrissy was there to comfort him, but he wasn’t after comfort at the moment rounding the ring and giving directions as he went. She went to the other side of the ring and got Little’s attention, flirting with him while Vivacious snatched a chair and dove into the ring. Prophet ducked a home run swing and placed the Rapture perfectly. Vivacious dropped the chair and Little turned to kick it out of the ring as Prophet locked on the iron claw to the injured left shoulder of Vivacious. The man screamed in pain as he went to his knees. Little was on top of the situation, but Vivacious absolutely refused to quit reaching for the outstretched hand of the sensuous Chrissy Johnson at ringside. There was nothing he could do except will himself to his feet. He hooked the head of Prophet after several attempts and dropped with a jawbreaker that broke the hold.

It was no use, both men remained on the mat through Little’s six count before stirring and it was Prophet who was up first. Vivacious got to a seated position with his back to Prophet cueing the perfectly executed neck snap, which couldn’t have helped that injury any. Prophet got a two-count before picking Vivacious up and rocketing him into the corner. Prophet followed looking for a splash, but Vivacious rolled out of the way sending Prophet in hard, chest first. Prophet stumbled backward Vivacious grabbed him for a bulldog, but it was switched and Prophet was now behind Vivacious for a release German. Vivacious landed on his feet and shoved Prophet over the top rope. Prophet caught the rope and landed on his feet at ringside.

Vivacious scooted to the opposite side bringing the fans from the edge of their seats and to their feet. At full speed he crossed the ring and slammed on the brakes to taunt the tension he had created before getting his feet removed from under him and drug under the bottom rope. Prophet sent Vivacious hurling into the barrier and Chrissy stepped in his path and was quickly shoved out of the way. Prophet grabbed Vivacious and took a thumb in the eye and a single arm DDT that spiked his head against the thin padding.

Vivacious was up and directing traffic once again as Chrissy went to the time keeper’s table and grabbed a chair that she slid into the ring for no apparent reason. Well, until Little went to remove the chair and the camera found Vivacious strangling Prophet with a camera cable. Chrissy screamed a warning to Vivacious and he relinquished the cable and struggled to get Prophet up before simply letting him drop and rolling in only to break the count. Vivacious soon found out he was against someone just as crooked as he was as he turned to give more setup instructions to Chrissy and was chop blocked from behind.

Prophet went to the apron and turned, measuring Vivacious. It was now Chrissy’s time to shine as she placed herself between Prophet and Vivacious. The argument was short lived as Vivacious indeed found his feet and jerked her out of the way as the big men came off of the apron with a bionic elbow that put Vivacious back down. Prophet heaved Vivacious back into the ring and followed close behind. Prophet set Vivacious up to Skip a Beat, but was too close to the ropes and Chrissy was able to pull Vivacious off of Prophet’s shoulder from the apron. Prophet turned as Vivacious went between his legs and quickly got up behind the big man. Prophet was flung sloppily to the ropes and Vivacious grabbed Little as Chrissy smashed a chair into Prophet’s back with no effect other than the resounding POP as Prophet completely no-sold the shot.

He turned to shout at Chrissy as Little tried to find out what happened. With both Prophet and Little looking down at Chrissy on one side of the ring, Vivacious and the crowd were the only ones to notice Non Compos Mentis entering from the other. Vivacious ducked just as Prophet turned around into a Yakuza kick that laid him out. NCM charged Vivacious, but was caught around the waist and hoisted up onto Vivacious’ right shoulder. Three steps back and Vivacious dropped bringing NCM’s throat down across the top rope in what Mike Williams dubbed the Hangover! Vivacious covered Prophet and Little made the three-count to end the match!
Winner: Johnny V via pinfall!

After the match Vivacious wasted no time exiting the ring leaving Prophet and NCM mangled on opposite sides. Chrissy holds the North American title over her head in one hand and Vivacious’ right arm up with her other as they make their way up the ramp in celebration.

Figuring Out Thy Self
Details: Backstage, one-half of the tag team champions is seen in a dark, secluded area. He's staring at the tag team championship belt.

Lantlas- What good is this meaningless distraction if no one even knows what our tag team name means? What good is a tag team when my partner hasn't even spoken to me in weeks?

Lantlas drops the tag title belt, and suddenly, his eyes change from blue to green.

Lantlas- What use would a man have with a worthless partner like you? When he can carry his success in your efforts, why would he need anything other than for you to destruct his enemies?

His eyes change back to blue.

Lantlas- What was that?

Lantlas- Fool, you are. You caved in to the pressure to be normal, to the point of trying to convince people that you're not Elvish. The Elven heart beats within you, but you'd rather shun it for acceptance.

Lantlas- They wouldn't understand. They can't understand.

Lantlas- They will not have a choice. In addition to this, you must uphold the team name you really want, not the one that nullifies your success because no one knows what it means.

Lantlas- Restore the Dominion?

Lantlas- And take them all down the Elven Path, every last one of them. One day, you will not let Sinn feed off your abilities either. Take Dominion as far as you can, but one day only the Elven one will remain standing. [/b]

Match Five: Non-Title Singles Match
Ace Anderson {World Champion} vs. Non Compos Mentis
Referee: Richard Stevens
Match Details: Non Compus Mentis is out first and then the World Champion is on the stage, down the ramp and in the ring. Anderson badmouths Stevens and NCM. When he turns to badmouth the crowd NCM lays into him from behind knocking him down. Stevens scrambles to get the title belt out of the ring and calls for the bell. Anderson and NCM lock up in the center of the ring and neither of the two get an advantage so they go to fist to cuffs where Anderson took control. Anderson backs NCM into the corner and bounces his head off of the top turnbuckle. A fury of punches and kicks ensues before NCM is able to reverse the situation and toss Anderson against the turnbuckles. NCM whips Anderson across the ring into the opposite corner and follows him in with a running knee as the Champion stumbles forward. Anderson is dropped with a reverse DDT and then monkey flipped over the top rope to the floor.

From the opposite side of the ring, NCM hits the ropes and sprints across the ring diving through the ropes. He hits Anderson and the crash down at the foot of the ramp. They both find their feet. NCM gives Anderson a chop and then he nails him with a right hand. NCM whips Anderson, but Anderson reverses it and he picks NCM up and drops him onto the security wall. Anderson gives NCM a kick to the gut and then he nails him with a right hand. Anderson rolls NCM into the ring and then Anderson goes to the top rope, but NCM stops him from doing anything with a superplex from the top rope. Both men go down in the ring. NCM pins Anderson for almost a two-count, and then he gets up and nails Anderson with a jaw jacking uppercut. Anderson gives NCM a drop-toe hold, and then he walks all over him! NCM gets out of it when he sweeps Anderson off of his feet. They are both up and NCM pushes Anderson into the corner and he hammers away on him. NCM gives Anderson a dropkick in the corner, right in the back!

Anderson goes over in a back slide for another two-count. Anderson gives NCM a flapjack and then NCM rakes Anderson in the eyes. Anderson takes NCM down with a thundering back elbow, and then he pins him for a two-count. Anderson picks NCM up and gives him a back breaker, and he holds it as a submission. NCM eventually breaks out of the hold firing some fists into Anderson’s head and neck. NCM takes the advantage with a spike DDT. NCM gives Anderson a frog splash from the top turnbuckle, and then he picks Anderson up and gives him an inverted suplex. NCM goes to the top rope once more and he jumps off at Anderson, but Anderson turns the move into a crushing spine buster, and then he goes to the second rung and drives his knee and elbow into NCM’s face. Again, Anderson went to the top rope crashed down hard on top of NCM with a splash.

Anderson was on fire from here, grabbing NCM’s legs and swinging him. Anderson released and sent NCM across the ring before he bounced off of the mat hard. Anderson was on top of him with a falling elbow drop square into NCM’s chest. Anderson yanked NCM up off of the mat and sent him high above the ring in a military press before bringing him back down hard, face and chest first. A kick delivered square to the guts of NCM and he was pulled back to his feet and sent viciously into the corner shaking the entire ring with the impact. Anderson smothered him in the turnbuckles with an avalanche splash and then brought him out of the corner with trapping headbutts from behind with the crowd counting each one and NCM was hurled to the opposite corner. Another crushing avalanche from Anderson before dragging NCM to the center of the ring locked up tight in a full-nelson.

Stevens was there to check, but NCM wasn’t submitting so the Champion returned him to the canvas with a full-nelson slam and seized him up for a two and a half. NCM was pulled back to his feet and Anderson was surprised with a DDT in the process. NCM slowly got back up, showing signs of the beating as he picked Anderson up and whipped him to the ropes. Anderson ducked a clothesline and both men hit the ropes on opposite sides. NCM leaped over Anderson in the center of the ring and Anderson hit the brakes. NCM stopped himself at the ropes and quickly dodged a spear that sent Anderson through the ropes and head first into the barrier with a loud snap.

Stevens began the count and at five had the crowd and broadcast team counting with him. At eight the champion was still motionless and at nine the crowd was louder than ever to count ten, but Stevens hadn’t. No, Chrissy Johnson had his attention from the apron showing off her assets. On the other side, behind the referee’s back, Johnny Vivacious slid under the bottom rope and went to work on NCM. NCM was tossed to the ropes then back drop tossed high into the air catching a right hand on his way down. Chrissy did everything she could to keep Stevens attention including pulling his face in for a closer look at the T in TnA. Stevens did little to struggle out and Vivacious continued the punishment. A crooked arm lariat setup the Last Call before Vivacious made his exit.

He round the ring as Chrissy released Stevens who wasn’t so anxious to turn his attention away from her until she slapped the taste out of his mouth and hopped down off of the apron. Vivacious pulled the Champion up and welcomed him back to the Pure Class Arena with a cracking smack to the left side of his head. A little dazed, Anderson was then tossed in under the bottom rope. The referee started counting both men out and was again halfway through when Chrissy found herself up on the apron again. Vivacious yelled for Anderson to get up, but NCM beat him to the punch. NCM lifted Anderson up, but got hooked in a belly-to-belly float over. Anderson was playing possum ever since getting into the ring obviously, because he launched a full on assault.

Anderson saw that NCM’s Dream Come True, hanging him up in the corner and charging with a big boot at the last second. Vivacious and Chrissy went to make their exit as the crowd booed loudly. Inside the ring NCM was locked up in the Boston crab and fight to make his way to the ropes. Club Vivacious returned with Vivacious gesturing Chrissy to the apron. She distracted Stevens just long enough to miss NCM grabbing the rope and Vivacious busting his knuckles and face with a chair. Anderson pulled NCM back to the center of the ring and went one further locking on the Superior Stretch. Seconds became minutes, several of them, and NCM refused to quit. Vivacious and Chrissy watched from ringside as Stevens stayed on top of the situation on the inside. Finally, Vivacious beckoned something of Chrissy. She reached into her back pocket and handed Vivacious something. Vivacious hopped up onto the apron and tossed in a pristine white cotton towel. Stevens grabbed the towel and called for the bell.
Winner: Ace Anderson via forfeit!

Vivacious and Chrissy jump up and down, for the third time tonight celebrating a sordid victory as a duo. Anderson is quick to roll out of the ring, collect his title and head up the ramp. Chrissy quickly gets out of the way as the two champions go chest to chest on the ramp. A smirk and nod from Anderson break several tense seconds of a stare down. Vivacious doesn’t take his eyes off of the champion until he is long gone behind the curtain. Inside the ring NCM stares at the towel laying on the mat before dropping his head down on it in exhaustion. Vivacious and Chrissy laughing all the way to the curtain before the feed…

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Overview

Melissa Malone draws with “The Enigma” Seth Sinn due to time limit expiring.
Lantlas d. Quinn Masters by pinfall.
Grimm (teamed with LoKi and Pegasus) makes a pinfall on "Mr. Showtime" Mikey Wryght (teamed with S.I.N.) for a six-man tag win.
Johnny Vivacious d. The Prophet by pinfall.
Non Compos Mentis forfeited a match to Ace Anderson.

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