Post by A Ghost in the Wind on May 4, 2006 11:30:47 GMT -5
PCW Tuesday Trauma
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
Live on E! from the Pure Class Arena in Greenville, South Carolina
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
Live on E! from the Pure Class Arena in Greenville, South Carolina
In the Beginning
Details: The arena is jam-packed. Pyrotechnics display as, "Chop Suey" by System of a Down blares throughout the sound system. The camera begins panning around the arena, spotting numerous fan signs. With that said and done, inside the ring is Mark Long, and he introduces the combatants for the first match of the evening.
Match One: Genesis Rules Match
Jade vs. Brian "Atlas" McNight
Referee: Roberto Garcia
Match Details: Although Jade is very undersized in this match-up, with Atlas outweighing her by over one hundred pounds, she doesn't look discouraged. The match began with Atlas clearly over-powering her, and he continued to over-power her, and not let her get away from him. He didn't want her to be able to use her speed to her advantage, but that quickly changed as she managed to slide under Atlas' legs around the five minute mark, while he had her backed in a corner. When he turned around, he was met by a dropkick. Jade knows that she can't win this match unless she is smart, so she quickly applies a leg lock on Atlas' head, applying enough pressure so that he cant get out of it. Although Atlas manages to remove himself from the hold, you can tell it took a lot out of him as he seems winded. This use of wit allowed Jade to open up and start hitting more strikes, and even a backflip kick. With Atlas stumbling, Jade goes to the top rope, and hits him with a flying elbow. Atlas seems to get a second wind, and gets up faster than Jade. She doesn't let up or get scared, and goes at him with another kick. This time, Atlas catches her foot. He gets cocky, and shakes a finger at her, only to be caught with a kick to the side of the face from an enziguri. Jade waits for him to get to his feet, and then connects with a spinning heel kick. Atlas is down, and seemingly out. Jade goes to the top rope, and hits Atlas with a moonsault. She goes for the cover and the referee counts to three, announcing Jade the victor at the ten minute mark.
Winner
NCM's Segment
Details: [The camera moves from the arena where the last match has just finished to backstage in a non-descript corridor not unlike a hundred others in the PCW arena. Standing firmly in our view is PCW interviewer Glenda Wood who is holding her microphone closely to her chest.
She appears to be waiting for someone by their locker room door whilst preparing her own hair lightly by flicking it around. Meanwhile, the cameraman is doing last minute checks behind the camera. Finally he finishes these and sets up for the shoot.]
Cameraman: Ok... your on in 3… 2…1…on…
[The interviewer gives a nervous look to the camera before speaking.]
Glenda Wood: Okay, So, I am here outside the dressing room of PCW North American Champion Non Compos Mentis. Last Week on Trauma his partner ‘Showtime’ Mikey Wryght picked up the victory for the team but only after another PCW new arrival made his mark.
‘Dynamite’ Dan Ellis attacked Mentis during his match and proceeded to lay him out just as Trauma went off the air. Obviously this has provoked a backlash from Mentis and we will be asking him about it when he emerges from his dressing room.
[Just then the door of the dressing room flings open and out steps an unexpected figure. A woman of about 5’7 and 140lbs emerges, she is wearing a black leather tank top and matching black leather pants. She also has jet black post-shoulder hair and cold icy blue eyes.
After her Mentis follows and walks out into the corridor.]
Glenda Wood: Ooooh, Non Compos Mentis, would it be possible to have an interview?
[Mentis and the woman turn and see Glenda standing there with an out-stretched microphone. Reluctantly Mentis walks back to her for an interview.]
Glenda Wood: Erm, So, Non Compos Mentis, Last Week…
Non Compos Mentis: LAST WEEK!!! Last week ‘Dynamite’ Dan Ellis made the biggest mistake in his career. Last week he accepted my open challenge physically, he didn’t have to say anything, I got the message loud and clear.
Now Dan Ellis will have to listen to the message I will send to him.
Glenda Wood: Ok, Later tonight you face ‘The one and only’ Geno, What are your thoughts on your opponent?
Non Compos Mentis: ‘The one and only’ Geno, the one and only what. Obviously not the one and only success, he’s barely won a match since arriving. The one and only failure, that is what he is. He has failed to win matches, he has failed to win titles and he will fail to beat me.
Glenda Wood: And finally, if I may ask, Who is she?
Non Compos Mentis: This is the woman who will guide me to winning the World Title, I promise you that. This is Sofia.
[The woman, now known as Sofia, simply stands and looks at Glenda. Then Mentis and Sofia turn and walk down the corridor in the direction of the ring.]
Glenda Wood: Is he always like that?
Cameraman: Yep, all the time.
[The camera then switches back to ringside for the next match.]
Match Two: Non-Title Singles Match
"Unbreakable" Benjamin Banks vs. Grimm {International Champion}
Referee: Tim Jones
Match Details: In what was nothing more than one of the biggest squash matches in PCW History, Grimm ANNIHILATED "Unbreakable" Benjamin Banks. The second the bell rung all the way til the match was over, it was all Grimm. The International Champion showed the so called "Unbreakable" one that he was indeed Breakable. He focused in on the back of Banks, using such moves as back suplexes, backbreakers and at one point, a sickening looking Powerbomb. The end came with Grimm landing "The Harvest" which is a Tornado DDT for the victory. But somewhere during the match, Banks was injured as right after his match was over, he was seen wrenching in pain while clasping onto his back.
Winner
Match Three: Singles Match
Blade Lionheart vs. The Prophet
Referee: Steve Shaw
Match Details: The match between Blade Lionheart and The Prophet wasn't even a match. Like Grimm earlier in the night with Banks, Prophet had his way with Blade, making him his personal rag doll from the time the bell rung once til it was rung to end the match. Lionheart fought a noble cause the week prior to this, but was shown to be no match for Prophet. An Evenflow DDT, Iron Claws to the head and The Rapture all spelled D-O-O-M for Blade. He was finished off in this massacre with a modified Widow's Peak, cleverly named Skipping A Beat.
Winner
Liar Liar
Details: (“Mr. Showtime” Mikey Wryght is in the center of the ring. He is wearing one of his black designer suits and with a red dress shirt underneath and a matching tie. He is wearing his brown and gold aviators with a microphone in his right hand.)
“Mr. Showtime” Mikey Wryght: If I may I have a little bit to explain to some of you.
(The roar of boos come from the fans who really could care less what Showtime had to say.)
“Mr. Showtime” Mikey Wryght: Seriously let me explain…
(After this the fans just get louder and instead of getting mad Showtime gets a big smile upon his face.)
“Mr. Showtime” Mikey Wryght: Honestly I will stand here all night until you let me get this off my chest. The sounds of your boos is like music to my ears, and the longer you make this the longer I am under the spotlight so just go ahead an continue.
(You can hear a few people trying to get louder, but for the most part the people are trying to go against “Mr. Showtime” Mikey Wryght.)
“Mr. Showtime” Mikey Wryght: There you go. Now I would like to address all of the referees, wrestlers, “The Captain” Alejandro Walker and other management in the back. But most of all I would like to you the people I would like to address you.
(There is a bit of a calm coming of the once fiery mob while Showtime is actually able to talk.)
“Mr. Showtime” Mikey Wryght: I know in the past two months or so I had been lying to everyone of you. The tactics that I had been using were dirty and underhanded and I figure you all deserve something from that. So if you please I owe all of you an apology…so here it goes…To anyone whom I had offended or have hurt personally in the past here in Pure Class Wrestling I truly wish that you would all…
(Showtime pauses by makes a face like it is really hard for him to admit that he had been wrong and now you could probably hear a pin drop for no one wants to miss this,)
“Mr. Showtime” Mikey Wryght: You could all…COULD GO F@#K YOURSELFS!!!
(The word was bleeped out on television but not a person missed it in the arena. The entire place explodes and Showtime makes a quick retreat out of the ring. He is laughing for his finds himself very humorous and glides into the back.)
Match Four: Genesis Rules Triple Threat Match
Kyle Time vs. The Byrd vs. Anthony O. Stewart
Referee: Eddie Lane
Match Details: With this to be a triple threat contest abiding by the Genesis rules, it doesn't take long for the match to spill to the outside. The Byrd made a promise to become more relentless and dangerous. He seemed to prove this after a few minutes of fighting outside the ring, as he hits Anthony O. Stewart with an RKO, taking him out a portion of the match-up. He manages to gain an upper hand on Kyle Time, as they make their way back into the ring, with AOS laid out on the outside. They battle for a few minutes in the ring, with neither The Byrd or Kyle Time getting the upper hand on the other. Kyle Time won't give up, and The Byrd is wrestling very soundly. However, AOS returns to the ring, and Kyle Time sees this and gives The Byrd a quick drop kick, and then rolling backwards and away as The Byrd is turned toward AOS. AOS hits The Byrd with his finisher, the BlackOut, which is like a downward spiral. As AOS is getting up to face Kyle Time, he is immediately caught with the Time's Up, a devastating shining wizard variation. With The Byrd and AOS down in the ring, all Kyle Time has to do is pin one of them, that being AOS, and Kyle Time picks up the victory at the nine minute mark.
Winner
Match Five: Singles Match
"Mr. Showtime" Mikey Wryght (w/Perfection) vs. "Dynamite" Dan Ellis
Referee: Roberto Garcia
Match Details: Before this match gets underway, Non Compos Mentis makes his way down to the ring and joins Jerry Andrews and Mike Williams, as a guest color commentator. Mr. Showtime is introduced, with Perfection, and he is not wearing his mask. As Dan Ellis gets down to the ring, he notices Non Compos Mentis at the broadcast table, but chooses to ignore him and wrestle the match. They begin wrestling, and are wrestling a good match. Dan Ellis is still acknowledging the presence of NCM, but he isn't falling behind in the match. He is keeping up with Showtime by hitting numerous suplexes and other technical moves, but he can't seem to keep Showtime down. Yet at the eight minute mark when Dan Ellis finally seems like he is starting to get the upper hand, hitting an Implant DDT, that Non Compos Mentis is up from the broadcast table and at the apron. He begins distracting Dan Ellis, and Perfection gets up on the apron and starts to yell at the referee about something. While this chaos is ensuing, Mr. Showtime is up and has pulled some brass knuckles out of his tights. He puts them on, and hits Dan Ellis in the back of the head- hard! Dan goes down, Showtime hides the knux, and Perfection gets off the apron. The referee turns to find Mikey Wryght on top of Dan Ellis for the pin, and gets down to make the count. Mikey Wryght picks up the victory at the nine minute and eleven second mark, while Non Compos Mentis backpedals down the ramp, laughing all the while.
Winner
Match Six: Non-Title SinglesMatch
Non Compos Mentis vs. "The One and Only" Geno (w/Al Laiman)
Referee: Steve Shaw
Match Details: Non Compos Mentis, still carrying momentum from costing Dan Ellis the match, expects Geno and Al Laiman, but Geno comes down to the ring alone. Right out of the gate, this match isn’t even a challenge for Non Compos Mentis, as it seems as though he is toying with Geno and trying to send a message to Dan Ellis. As the men go to tie up after the bell, Non Compos Mentis hits Geno with a Yakuza kick. As Geno is getting up, Non Compos Mentis nails him with a running knee to the head. He picks Geno up, and Geno makes an attempt at an offensive maneuver, giving Non Compos Mentis a few knees to his gut, however a quick DDT from Non Compos Mentis stops that assault. Non Compos Mentis then picks up Geno once more, and places his head between his legs. He hits Geno with a Cradle piledriver. He picks Geno up, Geno obviously in a bit of a daze. He whips Geno off the ropes, and somehow Geno comes running back after bouncing off the ropes. Big mistake, as Non Compos Mentis hits Geno with a DumDumDrop. Geno is down, smack dab in the middle of the ring as Non Compos Mentis makes the pin and picks up a very convincing victory at the five minute mark.
Winner
Fines are like candy to a child
Details: He slowly paced back and forth, his hands up on top of his head, fingers laced together. His match would be coming up soon, but he wasn't pacing because he was scared of Ace Anderson. No, quite the opposite, he wanted this match. But he also had these feelings eating away inside of him that he never should have left Melissa back at the hotel. The doctors had said she'd be fine, just needed some time for her bruises to go away and her eye to heal up, but it didn't stop the feelings he had. He still felt he should have been there for her sooner, felt he should have been more cautious entering into that situation. Maybe things would have gone differently then, maybe they'd have been the same.
He could feel the eyes of the various arena workers watching him, whispering rumors about the large bruise on his back where the bat hit him. Normally he wouldn't care about such trivial matters, but he just couldn't handle it today, and it all annoyed him. He walked to his bag of gear and threw on a t-shirt, and then turned to the workers.
Don't you guys have stuff to do? You know... like... your jobs?
It shocked them at first, but really, would you be a happy camper with all that was going on? I think not. Pegasus continued his pacing and thinking, and the crew went back to their duties... all but one that is. He slowly strode up to Pegasus, who upon finding the crew member in his face just lowered his head and shook it from side to side.
Well... what is it?
Well... you own a green truck right?
Yea, what of it?
Well... someone is sitting on your hood then...
Pegasus raised an eyebrow at hearing this, not quite sure if he was being told the truth. Not too many people had access to the parking lot, and why someone was out there now was a mystery... and on his truck of all things. He shrugged it off, and made his way through the corridors of the PCW arena. He finally makes it to the parking lot, and low and behold, there actually IS someone seated upon his truck. A quick glance to see if anyone was around, and Pegasus slowly approached the individual. A small cane of sorts laid in the person's lap, and they fiddled with it as Pegasus got closer.
Lost?
The man's head slowly looked up to reveal none other than Jason Willard, and while he did look a little confused as to why Pegasus was talking to him, he was anything but lost.
Does it appear that I am friend? I came out to uhhhh, oh how would I put it, take a piss when I found this human urinal of machinery standing in my way. So after I urinated on your tire, I decided I would come keep the hood of this piece of shit warm for you...
Pegasus tilts his head to the side as he looks at Willard, and then slowly trails them down to his tires. Seeing no signs of urine covering his tires, he returns his gaze to Willard.
I sincerely hope you're lying Willard. We wouldn't want you to end up with another fine, now would we?
Oh dear boy, get my name right... {He gazes off in his own world, but shakes his head} Fines are like candy to a child. You can never have too much. After all, it's just money and as long as the treasury continues to produce it, I'll get paid. But what brings you out here ol defacation of PCW?
Willard twirls the cane in his hands a few times and then turns towards Pegasus. It was obvious that he wasn't really interested in Pegasus, but the conversation seemed to be a welcome distraction from whatever it was he was doing. Pegasus, on the other hand, wasn't sure if he should answer to the whole "defacation" thing...
Well... uh... I uhh... I heard that someone was sitting on my truck. So I came to check things out. And I end up with you...
Me? Who am I exactly Pegasus? If you can guess right...I'll get off your truck here. If you guess wrong...here's where I shall be if anyone wants to find me. But you seem more distracted than I am. My cane? My mind? Your match with Ace, whom is right behind you? Come on Pegs, surely you aren't relapsing to when I made YOU TAP!...
He smiles.
Are Ya?
Pegasus figdets a little, and rubs the back of his neck... and ever so slightly does he turn to look over his shoulder. Satisfied that Ace WASN'T behind him, he turned his attention back to the man that sat upon his truck.
First of all... we only faced each other in that ring once... and you just happened to get the best of me THAT time around. Things might be different next time we step in there together. Secondly, what makes you think I'm distracted... I'm just as focused as I always am. And thirdly, guess your name? What, are you Rumplestiltskin now? Is that it?
He laughs at the fairy tale bit, but then loses all sense of his humor, losing that smile quickly. Becoming deadly serious, the cane is pulled onto the right shoulder as Willard hops off the vehicle.
You may call me whatever you like. Melissa preferred to call me daddy. But now if you guess wrong, it'll be time for vandalism. Come on Jonathan. I'm a fair person. This isn't like make a deal. More like PICK A FUCKING CHOICE. Guess the name knowing you know it, or decline and watch what happens to your life of luxury.
Upon hearing the Melissa comment, Pegasus steps towards him, but Willard lowers his cane and points at Pegasus with it, letting him know not to come closer. And as much as Pegasus wanted to just turn and leave the crazed Willard alone in the lot, he also knew he didn't want to have to fix his truck.
Alright, I'll play your crazy little game. Your name is Jason Willard. Ya hear me? JASON WILLARD! I'll spell it out for you if you want me to go that far too... J-A-S...
AND YOU WOULD BE WRONG!
Willard lowers the cane and goes into a manical, Brian Pillman state of laughter. He then spells out in the air the letters making the name of Melissa, before "tearing" it apart. Turning his back to Pegasus, he walks around to the driver's side window, aiming the cane like a ball bat.
You should have guessed correctly. But hey, at least this will lower the payments needed to have this owned for my daughter when she gets older.
Pegasus hops forward a few steps to the front of the truck, but still stays out of range of Jason and the cane. He was beginning to learn that Willard was quite the unpredictable fellow.
Whoa whoa whoa! Jason, now... come on. We both know I got your name right, there is no need for you to do this.{He throws up his arms in a pleading manner} I mean... hey... it's an old truck right... no need to do anything more to it right? I mean, why don't we go over and smash a nice car... I'm sure Ace has one... or Icemann's if he's here today. Perhaps the Captain's car? But there is no need to hit my truck, I got your name right, didn't I?
Willard nods and then shakes his head to signal no.
But... I... you...gah... what IS your name then?
Willard swings the point of his cane, looking right for the window, but brings it a half inch away from connecting. Pegasus sighs in relief.
SHUT UP!
Willard holds his head, eyes clenched tight as he spins away from the truck. Almost like a real bad migrane as he begins pounding on his temples. Pegasus looks around the parking lot to see if anyone else was around, hopefully to help keep him and his cane away from the truck.
Uhh... shut up? I thought you were just asking me about your name, wanting me to guess it, and now you want me to shut up? Are you... are you alright Willard? I could get some EMTs out here...
Willard darts up, laughing manically to himself. Slowly spinning around, he looks at Pegasus...then the truck.
That would be an act of cowardly Liberty.....Liberty.....hmmmm, that shall be it. Liberty Vallon is who I am. But you Pegasus, are a Loser. So say goodnight to your truck...
At this point, it would certainly be safe to say that Pegasus was very, very confused. And trust me... he was...
Liberty what? Vallon? What are you talking about Willard? Have you completely lost your mind?
Willard smirks and walks away from the scene. Pegasus watches him disappear into the arena, and then turns towards his truck. He sighs as he leans on to it, and then lowers his head into the hood with a "Thud."
What was THAT about?
Pegasus...
He hopped off the truck thinking that Willard was back, but it was only the crew hand from before.
You're match is coming up soon, just thought you should know...
Match Seven: Tag Team Championship Number One Contenders' Match
Tha UnHoly Alliance vs. 2Guys
Referee: Tyrone Little
Match Details: This match started at a chaotic pace, as TUHA didn't even give the 2Guys the chance to get into the ring before pouncing on them. Tyrone Little tries his best to rein in the riotous action, and after a few moments, is able to get everything under control. Leaving Loco and Menace in the ring, Menace with his quick and blistering style in stark contrast to Loco's slower, more methodical and more of a wily pace. Menace able to stick and move for a few moments, peppering Loco with a few jabs and kicks as he danced around the ring. However, Loco weathered these attacks and backed Menace into his own corner. However, Menace tagged in Jackle and began to double team the veteran. Loco, though, was able to turn the momentum and trap BOTH Jackle and Menace in the corner. Whipping Jackle into Menace, Menace falls out of the ring and Jackle actually manages to careen into Loco, all THREE men falling to the ground. Loco tagging in Jason Willard, he comes in and proceeds to stomp a mudhole in Jackle and walk it dry. Loco taunting Menace and egging him on to enter the ring, Menace gladly tries but is met only by the referee to stop him. Loco picking Jackle up, he brings him down unceremoniously with a stalling snap brainbuster, leaving Willard to deliver the Five Star Finish for the one-two-three at the 13 minute mark.
Winner