Trauma Results {3/21/06}

[Murdoc]

PCW Tuesday Trauma
Tuesday, March 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. And then the event begins with...}

Match One
Singles Match
Blade Lionheart vs. Bucky Joe
Referee: Roberto Garcia
Match Details: Bucky Joe came in fired up, and so did Blade Lionheart. A fitting way to open up Trauma [39] with some great action. In fact, Trauma [39] marks history in the annals of PCW. That's right...BUCKY JOE GOT HIS FIRST OFFENSIVE MOVE IN! At the three minute mark, Blade Lionheart went for a German suplex. Unfortunately for him, Bucky Joe was ready and landed on his feet in a backflip type landing. With Blade stumbling back, Bucky nailed a clothesline to the back of the head, forcing Blade to fall into the ropes. However, upon the rebound, Blade easily caught the advantage again with a Full Nelson slam that led to The Blade Cut, a sharpshooter which left Bucky Joe no choice but to tap or else be broken in half.
Winner: Blade Lionheart via submission

Match Two
Grudge Match
Tony Brass{w/Rage} vs. The Byrd
Referee: Travis Wilson
Match Details: The Byrd waiting patiently in the ring for his opponent and former tag team partner, Tony Brass, it was several moments before anyone even made their way from the back. That being the case, it wasn't even Tony Brass that emerged but Rage who walked towards the ring. Rage jumping on the mic, he explained to the audience that Tony Brass had been so severely beaten by Seth Sinn at Game Over, that he was currently recuperating from his wounds and would not be able to compete here tonight. The Byrd, who was NOT happy with this turn of events, nodded and proceeded to grab Rage up by the collar of his shirt and challenge him to a match at next week's Trauma. Rage, being the super-stud that he is...declined and retreated to the back with The Byrd closing in on him.
Winner: The Byrd by forefeit

There's a REASON the Liberty Bell is Cracked!

{The Captain is standing in the middle of the ring as Trauma returns from commercial, complete with Hawaiian styled shirt and sandals, even though the nearest beach is roughly 3 to 4 hours away. He stands with a mic in hand and beckons for the crowd to settle down so he can speak.}

Okay okay...lissen up! We got ourselves a little business t'take care of here. I, da Captain...have just drawn up a contract for a new supahstar to debut in PCW here next week! An' he's in attendance tonight, so let's bring him on in to th' ring so you all can get a good look at 'im. So Kurtis Liberty...c'mon in!

{The entire audience stands and begins to look around for the man called Liberty. Finally, he is spotted in the front row as he jumps the guard rail rather effortlessly and slides into the ring. The Captain having a big grin on his face, he shakes Liberty's hand and hands him the microphone.}

What's UP, PCW?!

{The fans popping rather hard here, Liberty smiles a big wide grin as he stares out into the sea of humanity before speaking again.}

Yes, it's true...The Captain and I have come to a reasonable agreement, and so...Kurtis Liberty is on his way to being the NEXT PCW superstar! In fact, all that's left is to sign the contract that the Captain has so graciously drawn up. So, Captain, if you would please...the contract.

{The Captain producing the contract, he turns around and offers his back to be signed upon. Kurtis taking the contract and pen without hesitation, he begins to sign.}

{The Captain begins to speak something, but all that can be heard...is static. Just then, the PCW-Tron flickers to life.}

{Grain.}

{This is what the feed gives the common watcher as all you get for sound…is static. But as the black and white snow gets fixated into something solid, you see the blurred to reset sign of an Anarchy logo. That only means one thing. The sound of manical laughter comes across as the scene takes you into an empty arena. The camera slowly pans around, showing that nothing or no one is there….except for Jason Willard. He sits in the middle deck of things, feet propped up on the seat in front of him. His arms drapped to his right and left. A faded black INXS shirt is worn. His braids hang down in his face, covering up the scowl he has on his lips and the hatred hidden in his eyes. Slowly the multiple hair strands get moved back behind his head and Willard allows a smirk.]

”Some people say, Jason. I’m glad your out of the business. Others say, Mr Willard…you need to go back and correct the damage that hasn’t been done to the people who have it coming to them. These people are the voices inside of my head. They guide me on a day to day basis and are telling me that my work in Pure Class Wasteland isn’t finished just yet…”

{Willard begins to laugh amongst himself. His voice echoes in the silent arena.}

”The nightmare isn’t over ladies and gentlemen. It has only just been REBORN.”

”The Hostile Loner” J-A-S-O-N W-I-L-L-A-R-D

”Everyone is on my hit list….”

{...}

{The crowd is silent. Kurtis Liberty, having watched the whole video package, begins to look around. However, his sight stops as he spots his daughter in the front row...her face buried into her mother's chest. Stopping the signature on the contract..he waits for the Captain to turn to face him before he speaks again.}

You know...my daughter is going to be watching this show if I sign here. And do you see what she's doing now? I'm sorry Captain, but I just can't sign this. What kind of father would I be?

{With no more words, Kurtis Liberty hands the contract back to the Captain and returns to his family before gathering them up and exiting the arena...leaving the Captain in the middle of the ring CLEARLY annoyed with Jason Willard as he retreats to the back, clearly letting fly some obscenities before the next match can begin.}

Match Three
Singles Match
Seth Sinn vs. Pegasus
Referee: Eddie Lane
Match Details: This match was a relatively one sided affair between Pegasus and "The Enigma" Seth Sinn. The only thing puzzling about Seth Sinn, was the lack of offense displayed in the contest. Once the bell rung, he got the early jump on his foe, utilizing a series of quick clotheslines to keep Pegasus down. But soon enough, Pegasus was able to counteract this sudden turn of events with a STIFF chop block. As Sinn laid clutching to his knee, Pegasus decided to land in a quick moonsault. But the array didn't end there. Seth was punished from pillar to post with a DDT, Northern Lights Suplex and then finally, a tigerbomb. Pegasus finally decided to drag Sinn over towards the corner and then proceed to climb up to the top turnbuckle. He then took off in flight with a shooting star press, one that he has called "Leap of Faith". Upon the landing, he drilled the air out of Sinn's body and was able to pick up the 1-2-3.
Winner: Pegasus via pinfall at 7:35

Match Four
Singles Match
NCM vs. Melissa Malone
Referee: Steve Shaw
Match Details: NCM came into this match with eyes blazing with intensity, while Melissa Malone seemed sluggish. More than likely still feeling the effects from her hellacious Pain of Glass match at the recent pay-per-view, her intensity and her focus seemed off. Clearly evident, NCM took full advantage of the lackadaisical Malone as he pretty much had his way with her. A flurry of knees to her still bandaged head, a reverse vertical suplex that left her draped in the turnmbuckle, and a massive Yakuza kick that sent her flying into the crowd. These were highlights of the match, though Malone might argue otherwise. Fortunately for her though, NCM was feeling a bit gracious this evening and set her up for the Dum Dum Drop for the pinfall victory at the 5 minute mark.
Winner: NCM via pinfall at 5:00

[Murdoc]

(The scene opens up as the door to one “The Captain” Alejandro Walker slowly opens and the only light in the room is coming from the exterior hall. The Captain hits the light switch and the lights fail to come on. He flips it a few more times, like it's going to help, but to no avail the room stays dark. The Captain turns away to look for someone to come fix his lights and while he wasn’t looking you hear a *click* from the darkened room.}

{The Captain slowly turns back looking into his office and now there is a single flame being held by someone sitting in The Captain’s chair. The Lighter moves over to a candle in the middle of the desk lighting up the room a bit. Now you can see that someone is sitting in Mr. Walker’s chair but the dim light isn’t enough to see who it is.)

Hello? Who’s dere?

What you don’t recognize your old friend?

Showtime? Is dat you?

So you do remember.


What is it you doin’ in here?

Now you're going to tell me that I am not welcome in the office of the man that wouldn’t change the match that I protested. In which during said match my face, like I was afraid of, was mutilated. There’s sweet irony for you.

Now Showtime, you have to know that I had nothing to do with your injury. You are the one that attacked Phinehas after he won the match.

HA HA HA HA!!! He won the match huh? If you weren’t watching, I won that match...I pinned Melissa Malone before Grimm pinned Pegasus. While this was happening, I am certain that you are the person that was responsible for the referee showing a blind eye…

Dat's crazy talk.

Don’t call me crazy you stupid son of a bitch. I know that you gave them explicit directions to make sure that I didn’t walk away with the title. That proof will come in time. What I want from you…what you owe me is Grimm. I want his ass on a silver platter. He will pay for what he has done. I will rain fury down on his…

Now hold it right dere Mr. Showtime. I understand dat you are angry and you will get in the ring with Grimm, but dat can't happen right now. I'm making th' statement right in dis place now. If either of you boys even lay a finger on the other there'll be serious consequences.

But you don’t understand…

I know you’re a “Frickin’ Superstar.”

NO!!! What, do you think that I'm playing games with you here Alejandro? What you don’t understand is that Phinehas Grimm has a time limit...and it is about to expire.

(The lights flash on right after the last words of Showtime. Walker is looking dead at the now empty chair. Where could he have gone? The Captain walks over to his desk looks underneath it and there is nothing. As soon a The Captain lifts his head up there is a hiss heard from somewhere around him.)

He is a dead man walking…

Match Five
Singles Match
Kri Delastano vs. Mikey Wryght
Referee: Roberto Garcia
Match Details: This match was the one that stole the show. Mr. Showtime and Kri Delastano proceeded to tear the PCW Arena down with a classic back and forth matchup that saw many near pin attempts and a number of exhilarating high spots that left the crowd speechless. Kri taking the early momentum advantage with a series of dropkicks that leaves Wryght backed into a literal corner,Wryght in turn meets Kri with a series of lung-crushing chops and a spinning European uppercut that sends Kri reeling to the floor on the outside. Both of them doing battle on the outside, they both have the wherewithal to roll back inside and continue to do battle there. The beginning of the end happens when Mikey Wryght manages to wrap his arms around Kri and land two very devastating back breakers, not even releasing the hold until he has dropped Delastano with a sidewalk slam that draws the very breath from his body. Sensing victory near at hand, Mr. Showtime locks in the Spotlight on Kri, an elevated Texas Cloverleaf. Kri fighting him off as best he can, Kri manages to escape by grabbing the ropes which forces the ref to pull Showtime off of him. Showtime dragging Kri up by his head, Kri drops and rolls up Showtime in a small package that sees the referee's hand shave the mat before Showtime throws his shoulder up. Sensing victory himself, Kri signals for the Last Stand but is narrowly beaten out as Showtime, playing possum the entire time, drops Kri with a drop toe hold in the middle of the ring and, this time, locks in the Spotlight as Kri has no choice but to tap.
Winner: Mikey Wryght via submission at 15 minutes, 55 seconds.

Truth and Consequences ain't just a town...!

Johnny V..c'mon and get in here!

{The Captain's voice rather stern for once, Johnny V swaggers into the Hawaiian themed office with the grace and poise of a celebrity as he shuts the door behind him. Stepping up to the Captain's desk, he helps himself to a seat and props his feet up on the dark brown desk as the Captain continues speaking.}

Okay Johnny...ya got us. Ya pulled the wool over our eyes, and ya fooled everyone. You kept your title as you said ya would, right?

{Johnny V nodding proudly at the recap of Game Over's Towel match with Non Compos Mentis, he smirks and takes a drag on the cigarette that dangles between his lips and blows a ring of smoke at the Captain, who unmindfully continues.}.

So...did you think there weren't gonna be anything said about it? Well I hate to be th' bearer of bad news here Johnny, but from dis point on...thanks to your outright cheatin' at Game Over...I'm STRIPPING you of the belt! Dat's right...how you like DEM apples?

{Johnny V shrugging his shoulders idly, not seemingly paying any attention to the Captain's ramblings, he takes the title from his shoulder and offers it to the Captain. The Captain going to reach for ir, Johnny V 'accidentally' drops the belt on the floor. And...when the Captain goes to pick it up...Johnny V pounces!}

{Beating the holy hell out of the unsuspecting Captain, security rushes in and begins to drag Johnny V kicking and cursing all the while as the Captain calls out after him.}

Okay...dat's it tough guy! Consider yerself FIRED! Don't NOBODY put their hands onna PCW official...not even Johnny Vivacious!

Match Six
Non-Title Triple Threat Match
Ace Anderson vs. Johnny V. vs. Lantlas
Referee: Richard Stevens
Match Details: With Johnny V no longer a threat in this match, it was just down to the PCW World Champ, Ace Anderson and the man that ruined his main event match at the pay-per-view, Lantlas. Lantlas, pulling a new trick from up his sleeve this week, enters the ring in strange fashion as the lights flicker once...twice...then shut off on the third time before Lantlas appears in the middle of the ring as the lights return to their former glory. Ace and Lantlas throw out their heaviest stuff from the opening bell. Ace getting the upperhand for the better part of the match, he could never seem to keep Lantlas down. Even after an Incredi-Flip that sees Ace Anderson seemingly have the match well in hand, Lantlas cannot be held down. And Lantlas' case wasn't helped too much when he DID have the upper hand, as it wasn't an uncommon sight to see him seemingly stuck on what to do next. What move to perform, where to go...when to do it. It was as if he was arguing with himself as how to best wrestle the match. Ace's inability to keep Lantlas down for the three-count finally caught up with him, and after a failed pinfall attempt from his Dream Come True, Ace finally calls it a night and blasts Lantlas with his championship belt, resulting in a disqualification.
Winner: Lantlas via disqualification at 18 minutes, 23 seconds

Fallout!

{After the match is over, Ace struts around the ring with his title held firmly in the air, showboating to the crowd as Lantlas lay beneath his feet. By the time he turns back, however, Lantlas is up and ready for him. With a kick to the gut, Lantlas hoists Ace onto his shoulders and drills him into the mat and the title belt with the Elvish Tale, leaving Ace laying motionless on the mat.}

{Now, only Lantlas is left standing in the ring as the lights begin to dim a bit. Looking heavenwards, a somber look on Lantlas' face as he drops to his knees and continues to stare heavenwards, the lights transforming into a brilliant blue hue. The arena completely encapsulated within its' stranglehold, the PCW-Tron clicks to life as a single thin begins to stencil across its' surface.}

NEOVAN

{Lantlas facing the screen now, he can barely make out the silhouette of Devon Drake striding to the ring, sliding in and kneeling next to Lantlas in hopes of comforting him.}

{Unfortunately, with heads bowed in somber respect for the fallen Neovan, neither Devon Drake nor Lantlas is privy to the sight of a brief flash of words on the screen, just under the name. The simple flash lasting only a split second, almost like a subliminal message. The words underneath...?}

..IS MINE!

{Lantlas still in the ring, a large buildup of sound coming from the ring, the lights return to their full luminescence and allows the audience to be privy to Lantlas and Devon Drake fighting off a white robed individual who seemed to come out of nowhere. Lantlas wasting no time in dispatching the cloaked man with the Flame of the West, it was only then that he turned his attention back to the PCW-Tron.}

{Here...the sight of a single gloved hand is visible...outstretched and palm upwards, a single flame rising from the center of the palm. Leaving Lantlas to stare intently at the man fallen in the ring, and alternating between the screen as Trauma concludes.}

*CLICK*

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