Trauma [80] Results

[A Ghost in the Wind]

PCW Tuesday Trauma
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Live on E! from the Pure Class Arena in Greenville, South Carolina

We’re greeted to a live shot of the Pure Class Arena in Greenville, South Carolina, as Saliva’s, “Survival of the Sickest” is playing and a massive pyrotechnics display is shown. The camera pans to Bob and Pierre, who are sitting at the announcer’s desk.

BOB: Wow, I can’t remember the last time we got to open a show like this.

PIERRE: Yes Bob, I must agree with you there. It’s great to be back in the announcing booth, even if it is with you.

BOB: Well, it seems the guy in charge finds us an interesting pair, so for the time being, we’ll be calling the matches as we see them.

PIERRE: And I’ll just be hoping that Jade falls out of her skirt.

BOB: Pierre!

PIERRE: What? You see that thing she’s wearing? I’ve seen bigger pieces of cloth used for elementary school games of “Capture the Flag”!

BOB: Some things will never change. Anyway, Lantlas taking over the day-to-day duties for the unexplained reasoning has certainly brought in some surprises, Pierre.

PIERRE: Ol’ Blue Hair has sure been busy in the front office. I’ve seen some faces around here that I haven’t seen in months.

BOB: And I’ve seen some I’ve never seen before. Maybe we’ll get a chance to see some of them before the night is over!

PIERRE: Oooooooooh, cryptic Bob! Could that be a foreshadowing? Shall I cue the creepy music?

BOB: I’m just surprised you know the word ‘foreshadowing’, Pierre.

PIERRE: ….

BOB: That’s what I thought.

MATCH ONE: SINGLES MATCH
Pegasus vs. Seth Sinn

“Leap of Faith” by Egypt Central hits, and Pegasus comes out to a somewhat positive response.

BOB: Speaking of names I haven’t seen in a while, it says here Pegasus is scheduled against… Seth Sinn?

PIERRE: Since when does Seth Sinn have a job?

BOB: I have no idea, but apparently he’s going against the former world champion, Pegasus.

PIERRE: Doesn’t that sound so funny to say, Bob?

BOB: What? He is a former world champion.

PIERRE: He’s also lost more wars than France.

BOB: Pierre!

PIERRE: What? He has!

BOB: I also believe in Seth Sinn’s first PCW match, it was Pegasus that scored the pinfall.

PIERRE: Oooh, Mister Statistician, I see. Well, I got one for you too.

BOB: Oh really?

PIERRE: I’ve called more main events than you.

BOB: What?

PIERRE: I have!

BOB: Pierre, we’re always calling the same matches. How can you possibly count more main events than me?

PIERRE: Multiply my total by 1.5?

BOB: That doesn’t count!

PIERRE: You gonna stop me?

Pegasus is in the ring, and as Seth Sinn’s old music hits, nothing happens.

PIERRE: I knew it was a fraud!

BOB: Yes, ladies and gentlemen… it appears that Seth Sinn is a no-show.

As the ref is about to declare Pegasus the winner, “Now or Never” by dope blares across the speakers.

PIERRE: Who the hell is that?

Sean Reaper emerges from the curtain and makes a beeline for Pegasus. The crowd isn’t sure how to react.

BOB: I don’t have any idea.

PIERRE: He’s going after Pegasus!

Reaper steps in the ring, and immediately hits the “Reap What You Sow”!

BOB: Holy hell, did you see that spear?

PIERRE: That was devastating!

Reaper doesn’t hesitate, and lifts Pegasus up… Grim Mistake!

BOB: Somebody get security out here!

PIERRE: This guy’s likely to kill someone!

Reaper smiles as he locks Pegasus in an ankle lock. The ten-bell sounds, but Reaper simply smiles.

BOB: This isn’t even a match! Will somebody please stop this!

A hooded man sneaks up behind Reaper with a steel chair, and clocks him in the head from behind. He follows it up with another stiff chairshot to the back.

PIERRE: What the hell is going on here? Who is that?

BOB: I think I know who it is.

The hooded man reaches for a microphone. He leans down to the fallen Reaper.

MAN: Reap that, bitch.

PIERRE: Is that…?

BOB: Yes, Pierre.

PIERRE: Josh Megtorlas? He’s back?

BOB: I’d say so, considering what we just saw.

Winner: No contest.

MATCH TWO: SINGLES MATCH
Jade vs. Loco

PIERRE: All right, it’s my favorite time of the night!

BOB: Yes, we all know you mark for Jade, okay?

PIERRE: Stop talking like an internet insider, n00b.

BOB: What the… nevermind.

PIERRE: Yeah, that’s what I thought.

“Broken” by Fireball Ministry plays, and Loco makes his way to the ring to a very positive reaction.

BOB: Loco certainly seems to have gained a lot of crowd support during his tenure here.

PIERRE: Yeah, it’s a shame to see him go.

“To Awake and Avenge the Dead” by Thrice cuts it off, and a mixed reaction is the response to Jade.

PIERRE: Well, hello Lips, Legs, Breast, and Ass.

BOB: I really hate you sometimes.

Match is pretty evenly based at the start. Loco and Jade start trading some low-key flashy offense. Jade gets the better of him for the minute with an enziguiri. Loco smiles and nods in approval, and the crowd starts really getting into the match. At one point, Loco starts to gain an advantage with a Super Reverse Loco DDT from the top rope, which draws a huge reaction from the crowd. It results in a two count.

Jade isn’t about to go down lightly, as she responds a few moments later with some clotheslines, topping it off with a flying clothesline from the top. She follows it up with a backflip kick, and the crowd cheers it heavily. Two count.

Jade tries to follow up with more offense, but is met with a big boot from Loco, drawing an “ooooooh”. Loco starts trying to go for the Locoz Stretch, but Jade counters into a small-package, drawing a close two-count. A few minutes later, it seems Jade may have the chance to take this one, as she has Loco set up in the corner for Jaded. Loco, however, counters by throwing her off the top, then standing… LOCO LEG DROP. The cover… 1…2…3!

Winner: Loco

BOB: What a fantastic matchup, Pierre!

PIERRE: I’m impressed, Bob.

The crowd gives Loco a standing ovation, knowing this is the last time they might see him.

BOB: Now there’s something you like to see.

PIERRE: Even if just for this match, he earned every second of this, Bob.

Loco grabs the hand of Jade and holds it up in the air, then gives her a small hug before he exits the ring.

BOB: I hope we see him again one day. We could use class like that around here.

As Loco nears the curtain, Jasper Bedlam suddenly appears and hits Loco down to the ground. Bonshire walks out clapping and hands him a pair of brass knuckles.

BOB: What the hell is this?

PIERRE: I think that’s one of the newcomers, Bob.

BOB: I know that, I mean what the hell is this all about?

As Loco slowly gets to his feet, he turns around and Bedlam plants him with a huge knuckle shot to the face. The crowd begins booing him horrendously, but Bedlam doesn’t even notice. He is congratulated by Bonshire as they disappear to the back. The security crew comes out to check on Loco.

PIERRE: That’s just not right.

BOB: For once, you and I heartily agree.

MATCH THREE: TAG TEAM MATCH
Bob Diehard and Michael Reaper vs. 2Guys

Drunkard Does Make Wise Remarks starts to play as Jackle and Menace walk onto the stage. They strike a variety of idiotic poses before starting to walk to the ring. Menace sprints to the ring and under the bottom rope as Jackle climbs in normally. They both strike another idiotic pose before getting read for the match.

BOB: Um…

PIERRE: Well, all right then.

BOB: What was that?

PIERRE: I’m not sure.

Reaper and Diehard attack immediately from the crowd, and they dominate for the first few minutes with a variety of power moves, highlighted by a Diehard spinebuster. Somehow Menace is able to kick out of a Reaper chokeslam. Diehard and Reaper continue dominating, Reaper hitting some high impact offense, capped off by a Dead Man’s Curve. Jackle breaks up the pinfall, but promptly gets thrown out of the ring by Diehard. Reaper soon makes the tag to Diehard, then goes to the outside to work on Jackle. Diehard scores with a swinging neckbreaker DDT, and begins to signal that it’s over. On the outside, Reaper heads to the top rope and hits the Reaper Bomb to the outside! Diehard walks over in amazement to see if Reaper is even still alive. As he turns around, Menace locks him in a roll-up…1…2…3! 2Guys win!

Winners: 2Guys

BOB: I don’t believe it! 2Guys pick up the upset victory!

PIERRE: Is Michael Reaper even still alive? Wow! What a move! A Reaper Bomb from the top to the outside, that has to be sixteen feet in the air.

BOB: I think you should be asking if Jackle is alive. Hell, I doubt he knows the boys just pulled off an upset victory over the dangerous team of Reaper and Diehard!

Diehard is not happy, and floors Menace with a clothesline. He doesn’t hesitate to head to the top rope… HIPPIE PLUNGE!

PIERRE: Holy hell, speaking of amazing moves!

BOB: Come on, Diehard! The match is over!

PIERRE: Who cares? That was pretty damn cool!

BOB: Can we have one match tonight that doesn’t end in chaos?

PIERRE: What fun would that be? Get out of the 70’s, Bob.

MATCH FOUR: SINGLES MATCH
FIRST QUALIFIER FOR WORLD TITLE MATCH AT TRAUMA [81]
Tyrone “Crazy Boy” Smith vs. James Keenan

Smith and Keenan are already brawling before they’re announced, seeing as they’ve had many battles before and couldn’t wait to get ahold of each other before this one started, seeing what was on the line. The North American champ gets the upper hand early, whipping Smith into the ring back first. Keenan rolls Smith in the ring, but Smith comes back with a baseball slide, knocking Keenan to the hard floor. Smith follows him to the outside and hits a devastating DDT on the floor. Keenan looks to be out cold.

Smith gets Keenan in the ring, but only gets a two count. After a variety of striking offense, Smith hits a belly-to-belly suplex, but still only gets a two count out of it. The North American champion is resistant to go down, but can’t find the strength to muster some offense. After more dominance from Smith, he caps it off with a missile dropkick. Keenan gets close enough to the ropes to break the pinfall. Crazy Boy is starting to go, well… Crazy.

Smith goes out of the ring and grabs a steel chair. He’s waiting to strike Keenan, who’s finally getting to his feet, but from out of nowhere, Keenan spears him to the ground! He follows up with a barrage of offense. It appears Keenan has finally woken up from that DDT to the floor, and he’s not happy. Keenan starts scoring with some huge power moves, finally concluding with a pulling piledriver, but only gets a close fall.

Keenan starts to set up for the High Note when a group of four men shows up on the stage. Two of them are carrying the now-defunct PCW tag team championship belts, and one of them is Justin “Stormm” Michaels. The other, standing ahead of the group, is pointing at Keenan and starting to walk closer to the ring. Keenan looks back at Smith, then at the group emerging. He quickly jumps back towards Smith and while looking at the group of four tries to hit a Closing Note. Smith doesn’t let him, grabs him around the neck, and hits the Crazy Slam. 1…2…3!

Winner: Tyrone “Crazy Boy” Smith

BOB: I see Justin “Stormm” Michaels is back, but who are these guys with him? What exactly do they want?

PIERRE: I think I got a pretty good idea of what they want, or at least one of them.

The two with the belts and Michaels surround the ring as the one who was pointing at Keenan steps in the ring and awaits Keenan trying to get to his feet. Keenan looks him eye to eye, and the man smiles. Before he realizes it, Michaels and the two others attack immediately, and the guy not on the offense smiles as he walks to the outside of the ring and grabs the North American championship belt. As the beatdown concludes, the man smiles and tosses the North American championship on Keenan as they leave.

BOB: It appears that one of Stormm’s cronies wants a shot at the North American championship.

PIERRE: And two of them are proclaiming themselves the PCW tag team champions.

BOB: That’s just not right.

PIERRE: Who’s gonna stop them? You?

BOB: What could I do?

PIERRE: Then quit your bitching already. Crazy Boy advances to the world championship match next week, end of story.

MATCH FIVE: SINGLES MATCH
SECOND QUALIFIER FOR THE WORLD TITLE MATCH AT TRAUMA [81]
“Heavy Metal” Jacob Roth vs. “Irish Phoenix” Finnegan Burke

BOB: This is a match of two young stars with a huge chance to make a name for themselves.

PIERRE: Newcomer Roth has been on quite a roll, but he always seems to fall a bit short when the big matches come.

The lights begin to flicker into a green color as "Over the Hills and Far Away" begins to play, beginning with the opening drummin beat. As the singing of the music begins, a thick mist fills the the entranceway. As the song reaches the main refrain, green pyros go off and Finnegan Burke steps out onto the stage and poses, raising his arms in pre victory before striding to the ring with a determined look in his eye. He walks up the ringsteps and gets into the ring, shadowboxing as he waits for the match to begin.

BOB: Nightwish certainly is a popular selection for entrance music in this organization. Didn’t both Loki and Lantlas have them at one point?

PIERRE: I’m pretty sure, although I don’t think Burke is taking his music literally.

BOB: We never know in this place.

The arena dims and the lights begin to flash like a rock concert as the music kicks in good and loud.

“Head bangers in leather
Sparks fly in the dead of the night
It all comes together
When they shoot out the lights...”

Right on cue the arena lights go out completely. Seconds later, red flashpots explode on the stage revealing Heavy Metal, his head thrown back and his arms held skyward in two-fingered 'metal' signs. Amped to the gills, he headbangs his way down the aisle handing out high-fives and air guitars in equal measure, then vaults easily into the ring. He leaps to the top rope to strip off his leather jacket and toss his sunglasses out into the audience. Then he backflips off the turnbuckle, gaining some serious altitude and landing just in time for the solo, to which he air guitars like the whirling dervish of metal mayhem that he is.

PIERRE: Interesting combination of young PCW potentials here, wouldn’t you say?

BOB: Absolutely. Burke has been in some recent battles with Grimm, a position envied by almost nobody, and Roth has impressed many, but just can’t seem to win the big one. Whoever can, I hate to say, overcome the odds in this situation will go on to face Crazy Boy and either Ace Anderson or Grimm in the main event next week.

PIERRE: Heh, you said overcome the odds.

BOB: Don’t even start with your crazy Z’s.

PIERRE: Give me one good reason I would do something like that.

BOB: To annoy me?

PIERRE: Point taken.

Roth and Burke go at it, trading series of maneuvers that would take down any normal man, but both of these men are motivated, given adrenaline by a chance to compete for the world championship. Burke gains the early advantage with a running clothesline and a neckbreaker. Roth doesn’t stay down long, and hits a couple of amazing dropkicks, then follows up with a missile dropkick from the top.

Roth and Burke keep going back and forth, very evenly matched. They seem to each have a counter for each other’s moves. Burke’s battles with Grimm have done him fortune, despite the defeats. Burke starts gaining another advantage, and it looks like he’s escalating things. He captures Roth in a Benoit-like triple German suplex, which draws a nice reaction from the crowd despite his status. The crowd starts chanting for their newfound favorite Roth, who is clinging to his hope of challenging for the world championship. Burke follows up with a double-armed DDT and starts trying to lock Roth in the Irish Cloverleaf. Roth grabs a hold of the ropes. Burke starts to power Roth up into a powerbomb, but Roth counters into a flip-over DDT! The cover…1…2…Burke kicks out.

Roth starts trying to gain some momentum. Burke throws him to the outside to attempt to begin a brawl, but Roth skins the cat, bounces off the top rope with another missile dropkick. Burke is back up, and as Roth runs at him, he counters it into a sick powerslam. Burke sets up for the Irish Snapper, but Roth counters…. GUITARMAGGEDON! The cover…1…2…3!

Winner: “Heavy Metal” Jacob Roth

BOB: What an impressive display!

PIERRE: These two went all out for a shot at the title, but Roth finally won the big match!

BOB: No, he won the match to get to the big match.

PIERRE: Fair enough, indeed. This is only the beginning.

BOB: Wait, what’s going on? Is that…

A shadowed man on the screen appears to have someone restrained by rope. Roth’s face goes white.

MAN: It appears dear ol’ dad won’t be congratulating you on this win, Roth. By the way, I hope you win your match next week, not just for your sake, but for mine as well. You see, at the upcoming Pay-Per-View Collision Course, you’ve already been signed to a match… against me. So if you’ve got that championship at that point, I hope you’ll have the spine to put it on the line. Cheers.

A light crosses the man’s face.

BOB: Oh my God…

PIERRE: No pun intended.

BOB: It’s “The Prophet” Marcus Murdoc!

Roth speeds for the back. As he reaches the backstage area, it seems that message was pre-recorded, as he finds his dad unconscious, restrained by rope around his hands. Roth looks around anxiously, but finds nothing and yells for Murdoc.

BOB: …wow.

PIERRE: I guess at Collision Course, it’s going to be Murdoc and Roth. What a match that’s going to be!

MATCH SIX: SINGLES MATCH
FINAL QUALIFIER FOR THE WORLD TITLE MATCH AT TRAUMA [81]
“Beyond Greatness” Ace Anderson vs. Grimm

Pain Redefined" by Disturbed hits as Ace comes out to a shower of boos, basking in them as though he couldn't find anything better. He raises his arms as he walks down the ramp, stopping at the bottom to give the crowd a salute. He hops up onto the apron in a two foot leap, as always, and climbs into the ring. He goes to each corner and raises him arms, to the reception of even more boos.

PIERRE: Hey Bob, it’s your favorite!

BOB: Yeah, something like that.

PIERRE: Come on, Bob! Why aren’t you standing and applauding?

BOB: Cause I despise this man?

PIERRE: Hey! You’re supposed to be unbiased! I’ll get you banned from the booth for a Z-O-M-G BIAS!

BOB: Um… what?

Strobe lights begin to flicker in the entryway as ‘Reset’ spills from the speakers. Phinehas Grimm steps out to bask in the light and shadows, head bowed, arms limp, with rogue strands of dripping hair hanging in his face. He takes it all in for a few moments before making the long walk to the ring, ignoring the fans along the way while Mutemath continues its serenade. Grimm steps up onto the apron and slides in between the ropes. Hopping up onto a turnbuckle, he casts his gaze out over the crowd with his arms at his side, eyes shifting to take in the sea of faces spread out before him. Phinehas drops down and waits.
PIERRE: This may be the biggest Trauma match in at least a week!

BOB: Pierre, the last Trauma was a week ago.

PIERRE: So there’s no arguing with what I said, n00b. STFU!

BOB: Right.

Ace is motivated to avenge last week and starts out with a vicious assault on Grimm. After a few minutes, Ace lands a sidewalk slam. Ace tries for a full nelson slam, but Grimm starts to mount some offense after a counter into a backbreaker. Grimm gives Ace a little taste of his own medicine with a blatant choke, and breaks the hold just in time for the ref’s count. Grimm continues his various quick offensive moves, but has a hard time scoring a big impact on the much larger Ace.

At around the ten minute mark, Grimm comes off the ropes with a flying lariat, but Ace counters it in midair into a T-Bone suplex. Ace tosses Grimm into the corner and scores with a Dropkick Jesus, to the wave of boos from the crowd. Ace tries to set up for the Exemplifier, but Grimm slips out of it and spears Ace to the ground. Both men are down as the crowd starts counting along with the ref.

The crowd suddenly becomes distracted as on one side of the rampway, Justin Michaels and his cronies are at the top once again. This time, Michaels is at the front as the others mock reclining in chairs and being bored with the match. Michaels is studying the match carefully with a big smile on his face. However, he quickly becomes nervous as “The Prophet” Marcus Murdoc casually strolls to the other side of the stage and acts like he wound up there by mistake. Both competitors notice their presence, and Grimm starts to hurry up his offense, but it costs him. A rushed attempt at a Lament Configuration results in Ace being able to overpower Grimm once again and score with a Maple Syrup Slam.

Justin and crew start walking down to ringside, and the ref gets out of the ring to stop them in their path. As the ref’s back is turned, Joshua Megtorlas suddenly hits the ring and immediately attacks Grimm. A quick cheer comes up from the crowd as the returning Kri Delastano jumps the barricade and pulls Megtorlas out of the ring. Megtorlas doesn’t respond so pleasantly, and powerbombs the young kid into the ring barricade. Before Megtorlas can return to his original intentions, Sean Reaper appears for the second time this evening and spears Megtorlas through the barricade into the crowd, and they continue to brawl until they’re out of sight.

Meanwhile, Grimm is still a bit woozy from the attack, and Ace is planning on using the interference to his advantage. He sneaks in a quick low blow and hits an Exemplifier! However, because the ref is still busy with Justin, he’s not there to make the pin count. Ace stands up, decrying how the ref could ignore the presence of Greatness. He yells at the ref until he gets his attention, then makes him apologize for ignoring the presence greater than his own God. As Ace turns around, Grimm captures him around the head, mounts the turnbuckle… HARVEST! The cover… 1…2…3!

Winner: Grimm

As Grimm’s arm is raised, he stares down Justin and Murdoc. A huge group of swarming security is seen moving in from the curtain as Jacob Roth is attempting furiously to get his hands on Murdoc. Murdoc mockingly waves at Roth and jumps down from the stage and disappears into the set. Michaels looks over at security holding back Roth and shrugs.

BOB: What a confusing series of events, Pierre.

PIERRE: It looks like the road to Collision Course has begun, as we’ve been told that several matches have already been signed. At Collision Course in three weeks, it will be “The Prophet” Marcus Murdoc against “Heavy Metal” Jacob Roth, regardless of championship status. Also, Sean Reaper vs. Joshua Megtorlas has just been signed.

BOB: And, the newcomer who has been identified only as Calix will be against the North American champion James Keenan, and if he can win this match, he will get a shot at the North American championship at Collision Course.

PIERRE: And how can we forget, the main event of Trauma next week will be a triple threat match for the vacated PCW championship, featuring the winners of tonight’s matches… Tyrone “Crazy Boy” Smith, “Heavy Metal” Jacob Roth, and “The Abomination of Desolation” Grimm. You have to wonder if Murdoc will be watching this match as well.

BOB: And Justin Michaels. As I recall before the break, he has a championship opportunity yet to be cashed in.

PIERRE: I didn’t realize that, so that should make things even more interesting. Until next week, I’m Pierre.

BOB: And I’m Bob.

Click.

Overview[/u]
Pegasus vs. Seth Sinn goes to a no contest
Loco d. Jade
2Guys d. Michael Reaper and Bob Diehard
Tyrone Smith d. James Keenan
Jacob Roth d. Finnegan Burke[/size]
Grimm d. Ace Anderson