Trauma Results {7/11/06}

[A Ghost in the Wind]

PCW Tuesday Trauma
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Live on E! from the Pure Class Arena in Greenville, South Carolina

In the Beginning
Details: Trauma opens up with the usual pyrotechnics and the playing of System of a Down's, "Chop Suey." But, instead of panning around the audience, the arena and viewers at home are treated with...

Darkness Will Fall
Details: ...a video hyping one of the newest additions to the PCW roster- DarkFalls. The PCW-Tron shows a flashing image of the man, with the words DarkFalls repeating throughout. When the video fades out, the competitors for the first match make their way out to the ring.

Match One: Tag Team Match
"Dark Lightning" Justin Adams & Brian "Atlas" McNight vs. 2Guys
Referee: Tim Jones
Match Details: Brian and Justin made solo entrances before tag team "specialist" 2Guys made their way down the aisle. Once the four men were at ringside, they decided who was going to compete first. Justin entered first while Menace from 2Guys entered. Jackle went to wait in his corner but Atlas didn't. Instead, Atlas climbed down the ring-steps and started posing for a few female fans in the front row. The bell then rang, and Justin and Menace squared off. It was quite a sight to witness because, due to the complete lack of skills by Justin Adams, Menace looked like a wrestling god. And this happened for quite awhile.

Menace and Jackle made frequent tags and worked as a cohesive unit, but every time Justin got in a lick of offense and tried to make the tag, Atlas, who was still posing for the ladies, was not there. This didn't help Justin any, for Jackle and Menace still showed some skill in this match, and within 5 minutes, Menace and Jackle picked up a surprising easy victory when Jackle pinned Justin Adams following a Jacklehammer.
Winner: 2Guys via pinfall

Match Two: Singles Match
"Dynamite" Dan Ellis vs. Al Laiman
Referee: Steve Shaw
Match Details: In the second match of the night, we saw Dan Ellis take on Al Laiman. The two started off by exchanging a few arm bars and hip-tosses. Pretty basic stuff, if I do say so myself. Anyway, the match continued to be relatively easy, which was a surprise, giving Laiman's pedigree and Dan's seemingly effortless and whimsical performance. But, around the 6 minute mark, with the fan's screaming out boring, Al Laiman figured he should try and put this one in the books. He climbs the top ropes and bust out a high-flying move which brought the fans to their feet- the move being a 450 Splash in which he calls The Laimansault! He quickly made the pin, and with a total of 6 minutes and 49 seconds elapsed, Al Laiman picked up the victory.
Winner: Al Laiman via pinfall

After the match...
Details: Dan Ellis was slow to get up to his feet and Referee Steve Shaw tried to help him to his feet. Laiman looked at Dan, but offered no help, nor did he show any sign of remorse. Steve waved for help to come from the backstage area, and a few stage-hands came out and helped the obviously beaten Dan to the back.

Match Three: Singles Match
"Wolverine" Anthony Douglas vs. "Playa" Pegz
Referee: Roberto Garcia
Match Details: Pegasus, who had been forced to come out to "Ice, Ice, Baby" by Vanilla Ice, was also forced to wrestle wearing white parachute pants, a white bandana, a long "gold" chain and medallion, and a "platinum grill". The fans laughed at him, and Pegasus, who was wrestling as, "Playa Pegz," tried to atleast make the best of the moment by performing the worst electric slide in the history of dancing. The theatrics didn't impress or amuse Anthony Douglas, who made his way out to the ring and immediately went after Pegasus.

The "Wolverine" wasted very little time and begin viciously assaulting the former World Champion. Pegasus didn't even have enough time to take off his chain and bandana before he found himself down on the mat, having been beaten by submission after Anthony Douglas locked in with the KMN.
Winner: Anthony Douglas via submission

Polish Spirit
Details: (The scene opens now again, this time we open to chilled night air deep within the night. A light flickers in the otherwise dark and eerie atmosphere. Standing over top of this light, looking deep in thought is a silhouette of a man.)

"It's often said that the mark of a true champion is the ability to wrestle a sixty minute five-star match with a broomstick. Personally, I think that's a bunch of horses(BLEEP)t."

(The look upon his face sends chills racing down our spines, as we are coming to realize something is not quite right about this man.)

"I'm not saying that possessing this certain ability is in any way a detriment: possessing the stamina, endurance and willpower to go sixty minutes in the ring at top performance is something to be personally proud of, if your personal sense of pride is devised by the length of your 'go-time'. It's entertaining for the fans, and on the rare occasion that it happens, I imagine that it's nice to be able to hear the one-hour time limit bell while you're still doing corkscrew planchas out of the ring. With all do respect to guys who can do that, that statement just doesn't hold up water. The mark of a true champion is winning matches. "

(The cold, depraved look of resentment adorns those dead eyes.)

"Professional wrestling is the kind of sport that doesn't really have solid rules as much as it does suggested guidelines. If the rules written down in any given wrestling promotion were actually expected to be followed strictly, the promotions themselves would have made the appropriate officiating changes required to uphold them. Thing is, you're placing the outcome of any given matchup in the hands of someone who doesn't have eyes in the back of his head, and when you're not installing instant replay rules or overturning matches won by illegal means, you're basically rubber-stamping the actions the winner took to get himself to the better pay window as acceptable. And of course you are: this is a sport built on interpersonal conflict, and it's much better or, more profitable, to have a rematch than it is to disqualify someone after the fact and overturn a decision. In essence, every wrestling promoter on the planet is telling you that by not supporting the rules they expect their officials to uphold, they are giving a silent nod to chair shots and outside interference."

( He snaps his head sideways to stare directly into the camera. As the dim lighting continues to flicker he continues to talk. )

"And so, true champions ought not to be judged on their ability to wrestle for an hour at the top of their personal game. Instead, true champions should be judged on their ability to win matches, regardless of how that match was won. Until the day comes when a major wrestling organization says that they are installing the NFL's instant replay system or having secondary referees in boxes way upstairs in the arena available to review tapes, it shouldn't matter how well a champion wrestles technically. All that should matter is that he wrestles, and that he wins. "

(Slowly, casually and bearing an abhorrent glare of disgust he steps forward.)


"Let me prove it to you. "

"Thanks to a remarkable series of matches, my left ankle has a tendency to begin hurting at about the ten minute mark of any match I'm exerting myself within, and it feel like it's on fire after about fifteen. As the result of hardcore or extreme-style matches over the past ten years, my joints - knees, ankles, wrists and elbows - have developed a dull, consistent ache, and have slowed me down enough that I've been forced to alter my in-ring style from that of a primarily aerially-gifted performer to that of a submission and mat-based athlete who rarely goes to the air. I've broken nine bones, not including my nose, and I've got more stitches in my head than I do have head. By all accounts, I likely will not be walking at the age of fifty if I continue on the path I'm taking now. "

(He slowly raises his hands and clutches them together, slowly rubbing and clinching tighter and tighter as his frightful look becomes more focused, more malice-ridden and undoubtedly more absorbed with hatred than that of which we seen before. )

"But I am currently THE very best submission wrestler in the World today. "

"I am the greatest athlete to ever step out of Poland. "

(Through clinched teeth he finishes off.)

"My name is Andreas Lasiewicz."

(His Cheshire Cat grin emerges.)

"And I WILL win..."

(Static)

Match Four: Singles Match
Ace Anderson vs. James Keenan
Referee: Eddie Lane
Match Details: The match opens with a series of chops from Keenan upon Ace. Ace stumbles backwards from the assault, but then captures a hand in a vice like grip and twists the arm. Keenan grabs the ropes immediately, so Ace breaks the hold. He then grabs up Keenan and sends hurtling into the ropes. Keenan bounces off and is caught in a spinebuster for his trouble. From there, Ace controlled the match until Keenan reversed a Powerbomb attempt into a devastating DDT. From there Keenan performs a variey of power moves and suplexes, attempting to dismantle the former World champion piecemeal.

Finally Ace has had enough and reverses a suplex attempt into a snap suplex of his own. Keenan is then irish whipped to the turnbuckle, crashing hard. He is then put into the Learning Tree, teaching the smaller wrestler a new thing about Ace's wrath. Ace goes to town on the prone Keenan when Kaden Keene rushes to the ring and starts to wail on Ace. The bell sounds as Keenan and Keene combine their assault until Ace lays there in agony, struggling to get up. The duo then stride off triumphant as Ace stares at them with hateful eyes.
Winner: Ace Anderson via Disqualification

Match Five: Singles Match
Lantlas vs. Non Compos Mentis
Referee: Travis Wilson
Match Details: This match begins with both men displaying their disgust for each other in a heated staredown. However, the staredown is broken by Non Compos Mentis, as he spits in the face of the World Champion! Lantlas doesn’t take it lightly, as he turns his head, and wipes the saliva from his face. He quickly reacts and starts laying into Non Compos Mentis with right hands. Non Compos Mentis is pushed back into the corner, but he quickly grabs Lantlas and maneuvers him into the corner, where he begins to lay into him with shots of his own. Travis Wilson steps into the fray, telling both men to stop hitting with a closed fist, but telling these two that would be like telling a crazy person to not be crazy. Non Compos Mentis moves back over to Lantlas in the corner, and delivers a knife edged chop to the chest of the Elven Warrior. He then irish whips Lantlas, and connects with a Yakuza kick.

This match started out as a fight, and that is how it continues, as Non Compos Mentis begins to lay the boots into Lantlas. Lantlas manages to fight his way to his feet, delivering a sickening throat thrust that rocks Mentis where he stands. Lantlas then whips Non Compos Mentis into the ropes, and follows with a clothesline that sends Mentis down to the floor. Lantlas slides out of the ring, down onto the floor, as Non Compos Mentis is getting to his feet. The World Champion delivers a roundhouse kick to the face of his opponent, causing Non Compos Mentis to run up the ramp, trying to escape. Lantlas chases NCM up the ramp, approaching him from behind and locking in a full nelson. Lantlas holds the full nelson for a second before delivering a full nelson slam. Travis Wilson’s count reaches seven, so Lantlas runs back to the ring, sliding in, and then sliding back out to break the count. The referee starts at one again, and Lantlas makes his way back over to Mentis at the bottom of the ramp. Lantlas picks up Non Compos Mentis, and places his head between his legs, however, Non Compos Mentis reverses it into a back body drop. Lantlas immediately gets up, and clotheslines Mentis as he turns around. The World Champion catches fire, whipping Non Compos Mentis into the barricade before once again going to break the referee’s count. The referee yells at Lantlas to take the match back into the ring, and Lantlas, although dissatisfied, complies.

As Lantlas rolls into the ring, after rolling Non Compos Mentis in, Mentis begins to get to his feet. Lantlas is met by a running knee to the head as he enters the ring, followed by more boots from the North American Champion. Non Compos Mentis stops stomping on Lantlas, and begins to play to the crowd, who give him a mixed reaction. Turning your back on the World Champion can never be good, as Lantlas makes his way to his feet while Non Compos Mentis isn’t paying attention, and also makes it to the top rope. Non Compos Mentis turns to face Lantlas, and is met with a missile dropkick that sends him sailing out of the ring. Lantlas makes his way to his feet and follows Non Compos Mentis to the outside of the ring, which has become a familiar place in this match. Lantlas picks up Mentis, and whips him into the ring steps. Mentis connects with a huge impact, sending him tumbling to the floor, holding his knee in pain. Lantlas walks up to the wreckage that is Non Compos Mentis, and picks him up by the hair. He gives Mentis a few shots to the face, before one gets blocked and Non Compos Mentis strikes him with a right hand of his own.

The men begin to exchange blows as they make their way up the ramp, not noticing that Travis Wilson has reached a count of five. Non Compos Mentis manages to catch Lantlas with a clothesline, notices Travis Wilson counting, and begins slowly making his way back to the ring, hoping he can break the count. Lantlas doesn’t stay down from the clothesline for long, and follows closely behind Mentis. Mentis stumbles a bit, and Lantlas catches up. Lantlas turns NCM around, only to be met with a hard right hand across the face. Lantlas returns the favor, delivering a hard right hand of his own. The two exchange blows once more, and Travis Wilson reaches a count of nine. Non Compos Mentis once again turns to try to get to the ring, but Lantlas hits him with a German suplex. Travis Wilson reaches ten, and calls for the bell, signaling this match ending in a draw.
Winner: Draw via Double Count-Out

Match Six: North American Championship #1 Contender's Match
Chris Corvade vs. Kaden Keene
Referee: Tyrone Little
Match Details: Corvade and Keene size each other up as the bell rings. Corvade delivers a spinning heel kick to Keene’s head. He then follows up with a few quick strikes before landing a fisherman’s suplex. Keene kicks out on 2 and returns the favor with a snap suplex of his own. As Corvade gets to his feet he is sent to the ropes, coming back into a lightning quick dropkick.

Keene proceeds to follow up with an Asai moonsault and goes for a cover which doesn’t make it to 2. Picking him up, Keene then runs to the ropes, bouncing off to give Corvade a Shining Wizard. Corvade stumbles backwards, but drops down to the mat as Keene launches a running dropkick.

Corvade grabs Keene from the back, sending Keene flying with a release German suplex. He follows up with a measured fist drop and then locks in a sharpshooter. Keene groans in pain as Corvade tightens the pressure. Corvade finally releases the hold, turning his attention to the turnbuckle. With a knee smash and a leg drop to keep Keene down, Corvade then climbs up the turnbuckle. As he surveys his downed opponent James Keenan’s music hits.

Keene’s tag team partner strides up to the entrance ramp and grins mirthfully at Corvade. Corvade, none to pleased at the unwelcome visitor, starts yelling at him as Keenan makes his way down the ramp. Distracted by this, Corvade doesn’t even notice as Kaden Keene has stood up and scales the turnbuckle. A painful superplex followed by a more painful 25th Hour leads to a cover and a 1, 2, 3 count in Keene’s favor. Keenan comes in and celebrates with Keene as Corvade rolls out of the ring defeated.
Winner: Kaden Keene via pinfall/b]

Tag Team Beat-down
Details: As Corvade rolls out of the ring, Kaden Keene and James Keenan are celebrating "their" victory. Just then, Ace Anderson comes running down the aisle, clutching a steel chair in hand. He slides into the ring, and with Keenan's and Keene's back towards him, he nails James square across his back. Kaden Keene spins around after hearing the chair shot, but it seems to have been a bad move, for Ace blast Kaden across his head with the chair. After the attack, he drops the chair in the ring and rolls out, as the feed cuts to commercial.
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Match Seven: Genesis Championship Match
Rodney Phoenix (c) vs. Justin "Stormm" Michaels
Referee: Tyrone Little
Match Details: Before the bell even rings, Justin “Stormm” Michaels is upon Rodney Phoenix, laying into him with closed fists until the referee pulls him off and admonishes him for the illegal punches. Rodney takes the distraction and slips behind Stormm, grabbing the tights as goes for a small package. Stormm kicks out, but receives a kick in the gut as he stands. Rodney then applies a series of suplexes, ending in a powerful spinebuster that knocks the wind out of Stormm. Stormm rolls out of the ring to catch his breath and regain his bearings. Rodney follows him out, but Stormm sidesteps the running knee and shoves Rodney into the barrier. Stormm then picks his foe up, dropping him face first onto the top of the guard rail before sending him back into the ring.

Back in the ring, Stormm picks Rodney up only to send him crashing back down with a Reverse DDT. Rodney grasps his head in agony, but grabs Stormm’s leg as he nears, tripping him. Rodney scrambles over to Stormm, applying an ankle lock. As Stormm nears the ropes, Rodney shifts his grip to change it to a leglock and pull Stormm from the ropes at the same time. Rodney then shows his submission skills by changing that into a Sharpshooter. Stormm grunts in agony as he uses all his power to reach the ropes. Rodney doesn’t relinquish the hold until the referee hits 4 on the count, which then he simply gloats as Stormm holds his damaged leg. The crowd roars though as Stormm makes it to his feet, although favoring one leg.

Rodney goes to grapple for another suplex, but Stormm reverses it into a belly-to-belly suplex of his own. He then stomps Rodney a few times with his bad leg, as if to work out the kinks. Rodney makes it back to his feet and barely dodges a powerful clothesline, so he returns with a stiff kick to the back of Stormm’s bad leg as he passes by. Stormm falters but turns to face Rodney. Rodney grins and beckons Stormm to come get him. Stormm advances forward but is caught by surprise as Rodney closes the distance and hits an RP Effect out of nowhere!

Rodney goes for the cover but Stormm kicks out at 2. Rodney goes for another Sharpshooter but Stormm kicks him away with his good leg. Once standing, the two men grapple in a contest of strength, but Stormm drops his body down and shoulder blocks Rodney. Stormm then moves around the stunned foe to grapple from behind, resulting in a Flash Flood. Stormm motions to the crowd as he picks Rodney back up. Even though one leg is throwing off his balance, Stormm hooks Rodney up for the Force of Nature and lands it. But that took all of Stormm’s strength and he topples to the ground himself. His leg no longer able to withstand the strain, he crawls over to cover Rodney. As referee Tyrone Little goes down to start the count, the bell rings, signifying the time limit has expired.
Winner: Time Limit Draw

Match Eight: International Championship Match
Grimm (c) vs. "Mr. Showtime" Mikey Wryght
Referee: Richard Stevens
Match Details: The match starts off simply enough, with Grimm going into Mikey with powerful fists until Mikey was on his back and Grimm was on top with more fists. Finally Mikey is able to roll Grimm off of him and apply a leglock. Grimm suffers through it until Mikey releases it. Both men reach their feet and Grimm bowls Mikey over the ropes and onto the mats below. He then launches himself out with a plancha to the recovering Mikey. Both men begin to brawl outside the ring until Mikey sends Grimm into the steel steps. Mikey rolls into the ring to stop the ten-count then rolls back out in time to deliver a quick kick to Grimm’s midsection followed by a shortarm clothesline. But Grimm refuses to give up and rushes Mikey. The crowd cheers as Mikey’s back impacts into the side of the ring. Grimm follows this up with a series of punches in the gut before throwing Mikey back into the ring.

Mikey rolls out of the way in time to avoid an elbow drop. As Grimm grasps his arm in pain, Mikey gives him a shuffle back kick, followed up by a single arm DDT. Mikey continues to capitalize with a stiff chop, but Grimm returns with an uppercut that sends Mikey back against the ropes. Grimm lays into him before tying him into the ropes. Mikey grasps for air as Grimm continues his assault until pulled back by the referee. Mikey escapes the ropes only to take a flying lariat. Mikey flips over the ropes again, but this time catches the ropes and lands on the outside of the ropes. Grimm tries to knock him down, but receives a shoulder block in return. Mikey returns to inside the ring and goes for a chop block, sending Grimm to the mat. Grimm’s legs get tied up into a figure four leglock as Mikey focuses on taking out Grimm’s vertical base. But Grimm begins to put pressure on Mikey’s legs himself, seeking to reverse it. Both men grunt as each seeks dominance, but Grimm wins out, reversing the hold and forcing Mikey to release it.

Wrestling gets set aside as both men resort to simple brawling again. Punches, kicks, clotheslines, dropicks… the next few moments are a tirade of these moves as both men unleash everything they have upon the other. Mikey performers his double backbreakers into a sidewalk slam, but when Grimm regains his feet he returns in kind with the Lament Configuration. Both men are exhausted at this point but neither will give up. Referee Richard Stevens is accidentally hit by a shuffle back kick from Mikey and goes down. The two men eye each other and then charge, both going for a lariat. They impact into each other with the force of an army, sending both of them to the mat.

Unbeknownest to both combatants, another man has come to ringside. Andreas Lasiewicz enters the ring with a chair in hand as both men dazedly regain their feet and blasts the first man he sees with a chair. Grimm feels the impact of the chair across his head and falls back down and out of it. Andreas shrugs and drops the chair, leaving it in the ring as he exits. Mikey quickly kicks the chair out of the ring and makes the cover as the recovering Richard Stevens counts. 1… 2… 3!
Winner: Mikey Wryght via pinfall

Short Reign For Showtime? Deception For Others?
Details: With Grimm still down following the attack, Showtime is rewarded the PCW International Championship and raises it proudly in the air. As, "Jesus Walks" by Kanye West blares throughout the arena, Mikey climbs the nearest turnbuckle and raises the title overhead, with tons of boos coming from the crowd. But his victory is cut short when, "Captain" by Dylan Moses begins to play throughout the arena. The crowd turns their jeers to cheers when they hear that, knowing it can only mean, "The Captain" Alejandro Walker is about to show. And that he does.

Stepping from behind the entrance curtain is the PCW President. His usual jolly expression is gone, and he looks as if he means business. Walker motions for his music to be cut, and once it does, he speaks towards "Mr. Showtime".

"The Captain" Alejandro Walker: Showtime...I've done had 'nuff of your nonsense! You know dat victory was by noways legit, but you still ova dere parading wit dat championship like you done won the thing fairly. No. Grimm got screwed, and because of it, Grimm will meet Andreas Lasiewicz at DECEPTION! But you Mikey...I got something done gone special fo you. At Deception, you gone be defending dat there International Championship against...LANTLAS! But it ain't gone be just no regular match. No. Dis gone be a Title Unification Match. The winner of dis match will unify the World Title with the International Title. Enjoy dat title while you gone got it!

And with that, "Captain" plays again as Walker walks into the back and Mikey looks at him with total shock.

*CLICK*[/i]

Overview

2Guys d. Brian "Atlas" McNight & Justin Adams via pinfall
Al Laiman d. Dan Ellis via pinfall
Anthony Douglas d. Pegasus via submission
Ace Anderson d. James Keenan via Disqualification
Lantlas & Non Compos Mentis wrestled to a Draw via Double Count-Out
Kaden Keene d. Chris Corvade via pinfall
Justin Michaels & Rodney Phoenix wrestled to a Time Limit Draw
Mikey Wryght d. Grimm via pinfall

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A thank-you goes out to Andrew and Jessie for their help in the results. I also would like to thank anyone who had rped.