Trauma Results {2/28/06}

[A Ghost in the Wind]

PCW Tuesday Trauma
Tuesday, February 28, 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...

The Wolverine
Details: FADE IN

INT: DARK ROOM - UNKNOWN TIME OF DAY

COLD, FLAT VOICE

Sometimes, there comes in a man's life a time when he's forced into a position that other men run from. . .a conflict, a mugger, an attacker. People are basically scared of their own shadows, don't notice the small things are slowly killing them as they watch for the big thing. People sicken me.

Sound of someone standing and leather straightening out.

COLD, FLAT VOICE

You see, I'm both the big thing and the small thing. I hate. Most people understand hate. It's the strongest emotion on the planent. Hate caused some of the most brutal genocides in history. Hate will cause this entire world to fall apart. I am hate. . .and I live for it.

a lighter is lit.

COLD DARK VOICE

I don't care about my safety. I lost caring about myself years ago. I lost caring about anyone years ago. All there is hate. Hate of you, hate of me, hate of people, hate of everything. I lost my life years ago. I lost everything years ago. Soon, you will learn what it is like to see my name next to yours and beg that I die. You will beg for mercy, but you're not going to find it.

In the darkness, a candle is lit and the shadowed face of a man with a fade hairdo, mustache and goatee are see. In his left eye is a contact lense that changes his eye to a blue collar. His right eye is naturally hazel.

COLD DARK VOICE

I am Anthony Douglas, and I am the Wolverine. You know what one is. A wolverine is a vicious carnivore that knows no fear, attacks anything that moves a is feared by even bears. I am a Wolverine. I have no fear. I am the same as a Wolverine. Soon, you will realize that a man with nothing left to lose is a dangerous man.

Anthony moistens his lips and puts out the candle.

ANTHONY

I am that man!

FADE TO BLACK

Club Vivacious
Details: (The camera comes to rest on the stage, where the Club Vivacious set is ready to go. The bartender is spinning a set of z-stemmed flutes in a display of his tending technique to entertain the crowd. He does so quite well, definitely polishing the overall awe of the scene as the lights slowly dim he finds his position behind the bar.)

Mike Williams: It’s that time!

(Smoke billows around the backdrop and the arena becomes a nightclub as the multicolor beams and strobe lights add to the milieu. The PCW-Tron buzzes to life above the stage with a replica “CLUB V” neon sign bringing the crowd to their feet in anticipation.)

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

Jerry Andrews: Listen to this response!

(The bartender dances with the music as “Get Back” blares over the sea of fans. From the left side of the back drop the North American Champion stumbles into view. He is followed closely by the stunning Chrissy Johnson as she applauds his air strumming with the music and working of the crowd. They are dressed to the nines, as any stellar set of superstars would be, in Armani and Neimann Marcus.)

Jerry Andrews: The gruesome twosome!

Mike Williams: In the flesh!

(Chrissy takes a seat at the bar and orders their drinks while Vivacious goes half the length of the ramp and throws his jacket open, in mockery of something he watched over the weekend, revealing the PCW North American Championship. The music fades and the lights return to normal as he stands purposefully, at mid ramp, looking to his left and slowly to his right at the fans as the chant.)

** SELL OUT! SELL OUT! SELL OUT! **

Mike Williams: What the h…

Jerry Andrews: I have no idea!

(Vivacious remains silent as the crowds chant is deafening. He shakes his head and turns back toward the set. Closing the space between himself and his choice Vodka he snarls at the fans. At the bar he downs the drink and Chrissy helps him unsnap the title, getting on her knees in a provocative manner to do so. He helps her to her feet and she places the belt on it’s display mantle atop the mahogany.)

Johnny Vivacious: What in the hell are you chanting?

(Again, he’s drowned out by the “Sell Out” chant and seems just as put off as Andrews and Williams are by it.)

Johnny Vivacious: Whatever…

(The search for something to put over, clearly visible in his expression, becomes frustratingly impossible over the chant.)

Jerry Andrews: I don’t think he knows how to respond to this.

Mike Williams: What has gotten into these fans?

Jerry Andrews: Maybe they know something we don’t.

(Vivacious frantically looks to Chrissy, perplexed, she offers only a shrug with her eyebrows high and look of equal bewilderment. Finally, he just snaps.)

Johnny Vivacious: Shut the hell up! You people don’t know shit!

(His frustration brings him only louder opposition and he goes to the end of the stage badmouthing the fans.)

Jerry Andrews: Was his microphone cut off?

Mike Williams: I don’t think it matters!

“Three, two, one…”

(As a distraction, Crack Addict by Limp Bizkit hits the speakers. The arena goes dark and crimson red lights begin to flash throughout. The Byrd comes out from behind the right side of the backdrop to a chorus of boos. Vivacious continues his verbal altercation with one fan at the far end of the stage until security actually pulls the fan away from the barrier.)

** We want Brass! We want Brass! We want Brass! **

(Their chant is answered as Tony Brass comes around the left side of the backdrop and joins Byrd at the top of the ramp. The crowd cheer and chant for Brass as he and Byrd wave Vivacious back to the bar.)

Mike Williams: I don’t know what the hell is going on with this crowd.

Jerry Andrews: If I knew, I’d let you in on the details.

Mike Williams: Why don’t you do that investigative journalist crap and find out?

Jerry Andrews: Why don’t you?

Johnny Vivacious: Ladies and gentlemen, my guests tonight, the NEXT Tag Team Champions, T-Brass and Feathers!

The Byrd: You can call me The Byrd.

Johnny Vivacious: Sure I can. What can Jimbo whip you up here?

Tony Brass: Yeah give me a little of that Blue Magic, a double shot of Hypnotic.

(While Brass wastes no time with his order, Byrd takes a minute to think it over, eyeing Chrissy.)

The Byrd: I’ll have a Wet Pussy.

(Tony takes no time with the first shot, quickly gulping it down, but decides to wait and holds onto the second shot.)

Johnny Vivacious: So, tell me, just how long have you two been uh, … “together”?

(The hint of innuendo couldn’t be any clearer if it were spelled out for those in attendance. Tony glares, choosing not to say a word and downs the second shot of Hypnotic. The Byrd turns the statement to his advantage with a smirk.)

The Byrd: Well, her and I have never been ‘together’, but we’ve rolled around a little.

Mike Williams: DAMN!

(Vivacious sees through the humor in the statement as Chrissy gasps and the crowd laugh.)

Johnny Vivacious: She has a name. T-Brass, this is Chrissy Johnson.

Tony Brass: Chrissy, I must give you some credit at least you have upgraded yourself with Johnny here.

(Vivacious and Brass slap fives and Chrissy nods in approval, but her smile is soon contorted to a look of disdain.)

Tony Brass: I mean, most of the wrestlers already think you are a slut anyway and by joining up with Johnny here it doesn't exactly enhance your reputation any.

(Almost immediately the hint of Brass and Vivacious camaraderie dissipates and Vivacious is bearing down on him.)

Tony Brass: Let me finish. Byrd may feel a little differently, but I believe you are smarter than what little credit you are given.

(Byrd approaches the bar once more acknowledging Chrissy and orders another drink.)

The Byrd: You know what Jimbo, let me get a Cowboy Cocksucker #2. Oh yea.

(Byrd looks at Chrissy with a smirk, as if his order was a direct slap in the face. She didn’t look like she understood, but Vivacious interjected.)

Johnny Vivacious: Damn Feathers, you do have a match tonight.

The Byrd: What did I just tell you Junior Varsity!

(While Byrd and Vivacious get heated on the stage, Brass turns to Chrissy with a reluctant handshake.)

Tony Brass: Honestly, I really could careless what you do Chrissy, That's your choice so as long as you stay out of our business everything will be fine between you and I.

Johnny Vivacious: Why don’t you get down out of my face and tell me about Dominion.

(Byrd shoots the CC#2 and then a questioning look.)

The Byrd: Wait a minute I thought we were facing Unbesiegbar. Damn, I forgot they changed their name. They must’ve realized that they weren’t invincible.

Jerry Andrews: Hardly the case.

Tony Brass: I have a different outlook on things then what Byrd does, I am the reason and he is the fire of the team. I feel that is why we get along so well, he motivates me while I try to keep his emotions in check.

Johnny Vivacious: Right, but we are discussing Dominion here.

Tony Brass: Dominion, is a great team there is no doubt about that. They have certainly proven that by winning the belts that we should have won. I am 0-3 against them so my luck against the both of them are not the greatest.

Johnny Vivacious: You really aren’t helping here.

Tony Brass: There has been some complications regarding those loses against the both of them! Like the bell ringing or whatever that was and of course at times the referees have been out of position.

(Vivacious nods as he listens, looking at Brass like he’s an idiot.)

Johnny Vivacious: How about you just not talk anymore?

Mike Williams: I don’t think this was a good idea.

Tony Brass: Losses are losses and I refuse to make excuses.

Jerry Andrews: Of course you do.

Tony Brass: I feel at Game Over, their reign as champions will definitely be over with!

(The crowd cheers for Brass as he throws his hands up in anticipated victory. Vivacious calmly walks around him pushing him out of his limelight. After all, this is his show.)

Johnny Vivacious: So, Feathers…

The Byrd: Listen Jolly Virgin, are we gonna do this interview or have a name calling contest?

Johnny Vivacious: …you two are a couple weird birds, aren’t ya?

(Byrd turns to leave, frustrated with the host, but Vivacious stops him.)

Johnny Vivacious: Okay, so tell me what you know of Seth Sinn.

The Byrd: I’ll be honest with you JV. Seth Sinn is one tough SOB. However he has a huge weakness.

Johnny Vivacious: Do tell.

The Byrd: If you saw our last match his in-ring ability is not that great. You can easily out wrestle him. On top of that he’ll let you unload on him but if you decide to do that make sure you don’t make the same mistake that I did. Put him away quick, don’t give him the opportunity to hit moves he seems to know.

Johnny Vivacious: Are there many? Any?

The Byrd: I let him catch me with both and you see what happened.

Jerry Andrews: You lost!

(Vivacious cringes at the thought of losing to Seth Sinn.)

Johnny Vivacious: What a shame that would be, losing to Seth Sinn.

(He breaks Brass away from his conversation with Chrissy.)

Johnny Vivacious: I’m almost afraid to ask, but I must. What can you tell me of Lantlas?

Tony Brass: Well, I don't think I want to go into too much detail about that Johnny. I appreciate the question, but you see, you cannot showcase my cards to everyone.

(Brass once again steps between Vivacious and the fans, putting himself in the foreground of the set.)

Tony Brass: Steven and I have to hold the ultimate card this way we can use to our advantage and win the Tag Titles. At Game Over it looks like we are going to be competing in a Hardcore Match, which I hate to be involve in, I don't want to mess my sexy face but, this time hopefully any controversy will be solved between both teams.

Mike Williams: Did he take a breath anywhere in that babble?

(Vivacious once more pushes Brass to the bar and takes his place, center stage.)

Johnny Vivacious: Well, I do have something of substantial value to share with each of you.

(Vivacious turns to the fans, directing every word to the camera as he continues.)

Johnny Vivacious: I call it my secret weapon! The one thing that will not only help you capitalize on Non Compos Mentis tonight, but keep you safe throughout the ENTIRE match!

Mike Williams: Oh man! What does he have?

Jerry Andrews: What could he have on NCM? He’s only been gunning for the former champion since he arrived here.

Johnny Vivacious: What Chrissy Johnson has in her pocket gentlemen is all you will need. I won’t help you out wrestle him, because he lacks any wrestling ability whatsoever!

Jerry Andrews: Non Compos Mentis is a very accomplished wrestler.

Johnny Vivacious: It won’t help you go one on two in a debate with him, because the only one on the roster who can come close is in the ring with me tonight.

Jerry Andrews: Spill it already.

(Chrissy digs in her pocket and pulls her hand out, concealing whatever the item is in her closed fist.)

Johnny Vivacious: What this is gentlemen, is the one accessory I advise any one going against Non Compos Mentis to have.

(The exchange from Chrissy’s hand to Vivacious’ is made and he snaps around holding two tiny items high above his head for the worlds to see.)

Johnny Vivacious: NOSE PLUGS!

(Williams is overcome with laughter as is the entire audience. Vivacious stood there holding a set of nose plugs in each hand in total defile of his Game Over opponent.)

Johnny Vivacious: Both Chrissy and I will be wearing them at Game Over, eliminating the ONLY weapon that NCM has in his favor. The only hope of Chrissy throwing my towel into the ring. The only shred of hope against Johnny V!

Jerry Andrews: This is ridiculous!

(Williams, Chrissy, Brass and Byrd share a great laugh at Non Compos Mentis’ expense with Vivacious and the sold out Pure Class Arena.)

Johnny Vivacious: These are for you, for tonight, in your match with that Notso Clean Muthafu*cka! Wear them! They will get you through the match so that you can shower yourselves…

(Vivacious grimmaces at the thought for a second.)

Johnny Vivacious: …hopefully separately afterwards.

(Vivacious hands a set to Brass and a set to Byrd.)

Johnny Vivacious: Thanks for coming on Club V. It’s been a pleasure for you I’m sure. Now Feathers, take Mr. T-Brass here and get out of my establishment.

(As S.I.N. exits the stage around the right side of the set, Brass seems as not to have caught the shooing as he continues to pose and hype the crowd all the way around the curtain. Byrd is clearly upset and makes haste disappearing from the roaring crowd.)

Johnny Vivacious: I think I may have ruffled his … feathers!

Jerry Andrews: This is why you never agree to…

Johnny Vivacious: Remember to support single moms…

(He snatches the North American Championship from the display mantle and extends a hand to the sensuous Chrissy Johnson.)

Johnny Vivacious: …visit your local titty bar!

(Vivacious and Chrissy take a contemptuous bow before rounding the left side of the set and disappearing behind the curtain before the feed cuts to a commercial.)

Match One: Singles Match
The Prophet vs. Quinn Masters
Referee: Steve Shaw
Match Details: Prophet made his entrance first, followed by Quinn Masters. Prophet started the match off on a hot streak, hitting right hand after right hand and hitting a huge even flow DDT. After a few near falls, Quinn Masters started to show some life by hitting a few high impact moves but only able to keep Prophet on the mat for a two count. As Masters goes to hit his finisher, Prophet reverses it and connects with a huge Orange Crush Slam. Prophet dominated throughout this entire match, and at the 4 minute and 29 second mark, Prophet connects with his finisher, Skipping a Beat. This ends the match as Prophet gets through a fairly easy match.
Winner: The Prophet via pinfall

Mixing Old With New
Details: The scene shows Lantlas backstage, pacing back and forth. There's a knock on the door. Lantlas answers, and his brother Neovan is standing there.

Lantlas- What's up, bro?

Neovan- What's up nothing, what the hell's going on with you?

Lantlas- What do you mean?

Neovan- Sinn called me in to figure out why you would give him a call saying that he's holding you down.

Lantlas- Yeah, why would I do that?

Neovan- I don't know, you tell me.

Lantlas- Why?

Neovan- You're the one who did it.

Lantlas- Why would I do something like that? I don't want to piss off my tag team partner in our first main event appearance.

Neovan- Look, you're saying one thing to me now, but your actions over the past couple weeks have said others. I'd suggest you get your head on straight before you lose a friend.

Lantlas- Actions? What are you talking about?

Neovan- When you figure it out, you let me know.

Neovan leaves. Lantlas shrugs, and as he's putting on his wrestling gear, his eyes flash green. With a smug smile, he grabs a lead pipe and buries it within his long coat.

Match Two: Handicap Match
S.I.N. vs. Non Compos Mentis
Referee: Eddie Lane
Match Details: NCM's two opponents run full force at the ring. He slides in. The other two just stand there but NCM runs at Byrd and almost knocks his head off with a killer clothesline. The bell rings to start the match. He turns and gets a swift dropkick from Tony. NCM gets up as does Tony. Tony goes for a wheel kick. NCM catches him and plants him down with a huge wheel barrel powerbomb. Byrd is up and drops an elbow on the back of NCM as he tries to get up, and then follows up with a second. He goes for a third but NCM rolls out of the way. Byrd scrambles up and NCM blasts him in the face with a heel kick. Byrd lays on the mat. He turns over and spits red out. NCM looks to be laughing. He then slides out of the ring, probably to get a steel chair to return the favor to Byrd. He holds it standing next to the ring apron about to slide it in. Tony gets in and baseball slides the chair into NCM.

NCM stumbles around ringside. Tony then takes advantage and catapults over the ropes on to NCM. Both men are down. Byrd gets up in the ring with help from the ropes. NCM and Tony slowly start to get up at the same time. NCM turns as does Tony. The two exchange several punches. Byrd then blindsides NCM and catapults over the ropes. But NCM moves out of the way and goes straight into Brass! Byrd tries to get up but NCM kicks him in the jaw! Byrd holds his jaw in pain. NCM turns to Tony. Tony runs at him. NCM thinks he has him with a sidewalk slam attempt but Tony swings up and puts NCM down with a double underhook suplex. Tony reaches under the ring, and throws in a table!

Tony sets up the table and grabs NCM by the head, but NCM swings his arm up and nails Tony with a low blow. Tony winces from the hit. NCM gets up and runs at Tony and nails a yakuza kick. Tony goes down as NCM is back up and searching under the ring apron for something. NCM pulls out a steel chair and smiles. The fans start to cheer. NCM first grabs Tony by the head and put his head against the surface of the table. NCM then grabs the steel chair and raises it up.

NCM swings down but Tony moves his head and NCM smashes the table. Tony taps NCM on the shoulder. NCM whips around swinging the chair. Tony ducks and goes behind NCM. Tony German suplexes NCM on the smashed table. Byrd is getting back in the ring. Tony follows him. Byrd and Brass head to the opposite corners and signal each other. Byrd jumps off with a splash while Brass hits a leg drop!

NCM is up and Byrd is behind him. As he turns around, he’s on the receiving end of a Byrd Powerbomb! The impact is tremendous!

Tony gets down on all fours and starts talking smack in NCM’s ear. NCM then explodes up and on to Tony with a fury of fists. NCM is nailing Tony with lefts and rights. Tony then uppercuts NCM. NCM gets up and Tony runs at him. NCM hip tosses Tony to the mat and lands a quick knee drop. NCM gets up and runs to the turnbuckle.

NCM jumps off for a frog splash. He bounces off the knees of Tony. Both men are down trying to regain some strength. Tony rolls over and slowly pushes himself up. NCM is getting up. Tony runs at NCM. NCM dropkicks Tony's knee. NCM goes to kick Tony but he pleads no. NCM pauses and laughs. Tony calls over to the ref. Tony is holding his knee. The ref checks on Tony. The ref gives the X signal to the back. A few seconds later the medics come out. They slowly pull Tony out of the ring. The medics take him away as Brass limps out. NCM looks confused, but doesn’t notice Byrd behind him. Byrd takes advantage and tries for a Byrd’s Eye View. NCM reverses the momentum and picks the Byrd up… 3-D! The cover…1…2…3!
Winner: Non Compos Mentis via pinfall

[A Ghost in the Wind]

Showtime's Superstar Syndrome
Details: (The scene opens up in the office of “The Captain” Alejandro Walker. He is sitting there across from two rather unhappy faces at his desk. One of them is “Mr. Showtime” Mikey Wryght and the other is Jason Lasky, Showtime’s agent. Jason has his briefcase opened on the desk and there is a mixture of papers everywhere. The Captain is sitting back in his laid back sort of way and the other two are completely stone faced.)

Jason Lasky: Here it is Mr. Walker. This is my client’s contract and in this contract it does not say that he has to wrestle in any sort of match that he feels uncomfortable in competing in. Now he has informed me that at “Game Over” the match will be a Pain of Glass Match. This is not acceptable.

“The Captain” Alejandro Walker: I see.

Jason Lasky: You see…

“Mr. Showtime” Mikey Wryght: I’m a wrestler!!! Not one of your circus acts!!!

Jason Lasky: I have this… I’m sorry Mr. Walker. But like he said he is a wrestler, and these extreme matches are a disgrace to the sport of wrestling and to the talent of my client. Now it would be nice for you to change the match to better suit everyone participating. You do not have to make it a normal match…but a Pain of Glass match?

“Mr. Showtime” Mikey Wryght: I have not kept this face this pretty all this time by entering crazy matches like this one.

“The Captain” Alejandro Walker: So what it is dat you be saying is dat if I don’t change the match you client will not wrastle?

“Mr. Showtime” Mikey Wryght: YES!!!

“The Captain” Alejandro Walker: Well dat be fine as pumpkin pie to me.

Jason Lasky: See I told you that if we just sat down and talked this over we could find a good compromise.

“The Captain” Alejandro Walker: Yep and I am glad that you boys showed up. So now all I have to do now is find a new match for you Mizta Showtime and change dat there International title match at da Pay-per-View to a three way dance.

Jason Lasky: Wait…

“Mr. Showtime” Mikey Wryght: What are you talking about I don’t want out of the match I just want it changed.

“The Captain” Alejandro Walker: Dat is what I am doing though. The match is different now wit out you and you will not have to compete. Dat is what you asked for. Plus Grimm, LoKi, and Pegasus have already signed dere contracts to join da match. Here is your contract Mizta Showtime, but I see now dat we don’t need it any moe.

(The Captain holds up the contract and motions to go as rip the stack of papers in half. Hesitantly Showtime jumps in before he can do the deed though.)

“Mr. Showtime” Mikey Wryght: WAIT!!! I cannot believe the way that you would treat me around here. I am a Frickin’ Superstar around here and all I get is garbage from this slack jawed yokel. But if I have to fight in this ridiculous excuse for a wrestling match I will just give me the papers and I will sign them.

(The Captain hands over the papers and without even reading them over Showtime snatches them and quickly begins signing away at marked places.)

“Mr. Showtime” Mikey Wryght: There you go Alejandro… I am still unhappy with is, and this is not the last you have heard from me!!!

“The Captain” Alejandro Walker: I bet dat there is true. And if dere isn’t anyting left fo’ us, den you can be seeing yo’ selves out.

(Showtime jumps up not happy with the ruling that ‘The Captian” had laid down. His agent shortly followed and it seems as they are walking Showtime is chewing Mr. Lasky out for not producing the results that he was looking for.)

Match Three: Singles Match
Pegasus vs. "Mr. Showtime" Mikey Wryght (w/Perfection)
Referee: Travis Wilson
Match Details: Pegasus is in the ring waiting for Mikey Wryght, and as Wryte hits the ring Pegasus goes strsight to work on him with a few boots to the lower back. Pegasus keeps the assult locked as he dominates the beginning of the match before "Mr. Showtime" hits a desperation thumb to the eyes and hits a devastating short arm closeline. After a few close falls Pegasus starts to fight back, hitting some right hands and even hitting his devastating trademark Death Valley Driver, but he could only keep Mikey down for a two count. At the five minute mark, both men are exchanging right hands and both bounce off the ropes, thinking the same thing. Both men go for a cross body and crash in mid-air! Pegasus is the first to reach his feet at the count of seven and as he goes to pick "Mr. Showtime" to his feet, Mikey connects with a few chops to the chest backing Pegasus into the corner. Mikey hits a tornado DDT, and then at the 7 minute 13 second mark of the match Mikey connects with his finisher, the Sweetness, and get's the pin!
Winner: Mikey Wryght via pinfall

Family Issues
Details: Seth is inside of his locker room getting ready for his match tonight. As he tightens the laces for his boots, a man walks into the locker room. Tony Silvestri stands in the door way of Seth’s locker room with a large grin spread across his face.

Seth- How did you get in here?

Tony- Seth, don’t you know that money can get you anywhere?

Seth- Fine, let me rephrase. What the hell are you doing here?

Tony- Oh, just wishing you luck with your match here tonight.

Seth- I don’t need luck Tony, there is no way Dominion is going to lose.

Tony- Fair enough, but I also came for another reason.

Seth- Yeah? What’s that?

Tony pulls out a Cuban and lights the end of it up, taking in and blowing out a cloud of smoke right in the face of Seth.

Tony- We have your brother outside. So if you happen to loose this match, your brother will be mine from the get-go. But don’t worry, if you do win, he will be waiting for you outside. Here is your chance to either be one of two things, a hero or a failure. I’m leaning towards the second one.

Seth- Has anyone called you a smug bastard before?

Tony- Not that I can recall.

Seth- Well, you’re a smug bastard. And just so you know, stepping into this arena tonight means you stepped into my domain. Watch your back Tony.

Tony- We’ll see about that Seth, we’ll see. Threaten me all you want, because it’s only your family you’re putting in danger. Good luck tonight Seth.

Tony turns around and begins to walk out of the room, but he turns around for one more smart-ass comment.

Tony- By the way Seth, tell your elf buddy Lantlas to loose the ears.

Seth- Tell your mother to loose the log between her legs.

Tony turns away and slams the door behind him leaving Seth standing there.

Seth- Asshole.

Match Four: Non-Title Singles Match
Ace Anderson {World Champion} vs. Melissa Malone
Referee: Tim Jones
Match Details: Melissa Malone made her entrance first as Ace Anderson follows with the World Title strapped around his waist. At the beginning of the match, Ace was mostly just toying around with Melissa. Throwing her around the ring and laughing every time he did it. But Melissa caught Ace off guard with a dropkick to the knee and from then on Melissa was hitting a large amount of kicks. Ace was barely able to stay on his feet for very ling because the speed of Melissa matches the power of him. But at the five minute mark Ace blocks a spinning heel kick and connects with a powerbomb. As he stands over her smirking, the lights go off for a few second, no one knowing what is going on. When the lights come back on, Ace is no where to be seen as Melissa is in the ring all alone. The ref has no choice but to count out The World Champion!
Winner: Melissa Malone via count-out

Backstage...and laid out!
Details: After a small commercial break, the scene reopens with Ace Anderson bloodied and battered in the backstage parking lot. The feed slowly pans up to reveal, standing over him, The Prophet, who has the World Championship in hand and grinning ever so proudly. He drops the belt and walks away, as he leaves Anderson there.

Match Five: Singles Match
Grimm vs. LoKi
Referee: Richard Stevens
Match Details: LoKi starts right away with a T-Bone Suplex, knocking Grimm flat. He smashes his head into the ground ferociously, but then misses with a knee drop. Grimm is up, but LoKi immediately clotheslines him to the ground again. LoKi grabs Grimm by the head, but Grimm lifts a knee to LoKi’s face, knocking him back. Grimm is up, and with a few elbow strikes, Grimm comes back with a double-armed suplex, followed up by a leg drop. Grimm grabs LoKi by the hair and throws him into the ropes, then drops him with a devastating belly-to-belly suplex.

Grimm’s back up, and they exchange equal blows, with LoKi getting the upper hand. LoKi bounces off the ropes and tries for a knockout punch, but Grimm catches him and drops him a leg-scissors. Grimm goes for the cover, but LoKi gets his arm to the rope for a rope break. LoKi counters a headlock and hits a double-armed DDT. LoKi picks Grimm up and tries for a pumphandle slam, but only gets a one count out of it. Grimm is up quickly, and Grimm whips LoKi into the ropes, hits a middle kick and then another double-armed suplex. Grimm is gaining a serious advantage. LoKi tries hitting a weak clothesline, but Grimm reverses the hold into a vicious German suplex. With a smile on his face, Grimm picks LoKi up and scores with a spear that knocks LoKi into the corner. He follows up with some elbow strikes. LoKi somehow manages to escape the corner with a shoulder to the gut. LoKi comes back and hits a shoulder breaker. LoKi goes for the pin, but Grimm reverses the pin attempt, and twists into arm wrench. Grimm backs up, and when LoKi gets to his feet, he hits a flying lariat and then locks LoKi into an armbar. LoKi luckily gets to the ropes.

Grimm misses with a clothesline, then LoKi misses with one, and Grimm hits a Samoan Drop.. 1…2…NO! LoKi gets a shoulder up. LoKi is up and he’s desperately trying to fight back. He reverses a headlock, and manages to hit a back body drop. LoKi tries for an Irish whip, but Grimm counters into his momentum and scores with a vicious headbutt!! LoKi’s nose is bleeding like hell, and he’s taken aback by the momentum. Grimm follows up with a Lament Configuration, and goes for the pin…1…2…LoKi gets up again.

Grimm is getting frustrated with LoKi’s resiliency, and scores with several forceful elbows. He goes too hard on one, and LoKi reverses and throws him into the corner. He nails a few lefts, then whips him to other corner. LoKi charges, but Grimm lifts up a boot to face. LoKi comes back and hits a fist to the back and tries to roll him up, but only gets a one count. LoKi drives Grimm down with a leg drop and then drops his knees onto the Grimm’s head. LoKi sets up for a T-Bone, but Grimm somehow reverses that into a backbreaker! LoKi wearily gets up as Grimm stalks him in the corner, then drops him with a powerslam. Grimm goes for the cover… 1…2…NO! LoKi gets a shoulder up again!

LoKi hits a cheap shot to the kidneys, then crawls to the top rope. Out of the corner of his eye, Grimm sees him coming, and ducks LoKi’s flying clothesline. LoKi keeps his momentum and scores with a neckbreaker! Grimm looks weary for the first time in the match, and LoKi sets up a powerbomb. He starts lifting him up, but Grimm resists, then somehow reverses the hold…HARVEST!! The cover…1…2…3!
Winner: Grimm via pinfall

Post-Match Reaction
Details: Grimm walks to the ropes and motions for a microphone. The ring worker is stunned at first, but soon snaps out of it and hands one over. Grimm strolls from pillar to post a few times before raising the microphone to his mouth. He continues pacing with his eyes focused on the mat.

“I’m assuming the boys in the back were watching…or at least the two who have the misfortunate of facing me at Game Over saw this unpleasant display. Loki just received a glimpse of what awaits him at our International title match. I don’t think I have to remind anyone what happens when Pegasus steps into the ring with the Abomination of Desolation. It sure ain’t pretty, is it Pegasus? Now, imagine what will happen with a championship title on the line. Doesn’t give you much hope, does it?

Grimm runs his fingers through his unruly mane of red hair. He jerks his head up and looks towards the back as if his target were standing at the top of the ramp.

“And then there was one. The self-proclaimed Mr. Showtime himself. Mikey Wryght. Wryght, you’ve managed to avoid this collision so far, but you can’t run anymore. You cost me the International title the first time around, and I still haven’t gotten over that. Your time is up at Game Over. Everyone’s time is up at Game Over. Enjoy what few days you have left.”

Grimm drops the microphone and climbs through the ropes. He exits the arena to the sound of microphone feedback through the speakers.

Match Six: Non-Title Handicap Match
Johnny Vivacious {North American Champion} (w/Chrissy Johnson) vs. Dominion {Tag Team Champions}
Referee: Tyrone Little
Match Details: Johnny V definitely had a very daunting task at hand, as he was setup against the current PCW World Tag Team Champions, Seth Sinn and Lantlas, collectively known as Dominion. This was no tag format, so the reigning PCW North American Champion was definitely screwed...and not in the way he's most accustomed to! Johnny gave it a valiant effort, but his efforts weren't enough, as the Tag Champions proved why they were indeed the Tag Champions, capitalizing on every double-teaming opportunity there was. Chrissy Johnson tried to get involved a few times in the match, but on every ocassion, she was backed down by either Lantlas or Seth. It was just too much for Johnny Vivacious to handle, and though he did better than anyone could have expected a person going up against a very capable Tag Team in the form of Dominion, it wasn't enough, as they picked up a win after hitting JV with a devastating Superkick/bridging over-head {Tiger} Suplex combo at the 9 minute and 12 second mark. Lantlas was the one who picked up the pin.
Winner: Dominion via pinfall

NCM DOES have an ally!
Details: As Dominion leave the ring, JV begins to get up to his feet, being assisted by the lovely, yet whorely, Chrissy Johnson. But as he is doing so, NCM's music begins to play and he steps out onto the entrance way. He announces he does have an ally and that at Game Over, his cornerman will be none other than..."Unbreakable" Benjamin Banks! Banks accompanies NCM on stage and then the feed fades out.

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Overview

The Prophet d. Quinn Masters via pinfall
NCM d. S.I.N. via pinfall
Mikey Wryght d. Pegasus via pinfall
Melissa Malone d. Ace Anderson via count-out
Grimm d. LoKi via pinfall
Dominion d. Johnny Vivacious via pinfall

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A big thank-you goes out to Al and Keith for their huge contributions with the results this week. It’s definitely appreciated.