Post by A Ghost in the Wind on Jul 7, 2011 8:35:20 GMT -5
PCW Trauma: 96
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Live on E! from the Pure Class Arena in Greenville, South Carolina
Introduction
Details: The show opens up with a fresh, new signature video. The video features the likes of Lantlas, LoKi, Pegasus, Murdoc, Non Compos Mentis, Sean Hunter, Grimm, Angelica Night-Hunter, and Ace Anderson, among various soundbites. Following the new signature video, the feed switches to Trauma's show video, featuring the likes of Lantlas, The Watcher, Heavy Metal, Sadistic, Non Compos Mentis, High Tide, Nacho Grande, and Grimm. The video is synched with Trauma's theme song, which is “Survival of the Sickest” by Saliva. Following the videos, the show kicks off with Mark Long in the ring preparing for the introductions of the first match.
Match One: North American Championship Match
Non Compos Mentis (©) vs. The Watcher
Referee: Joseph Buckland
Match Details:
“I SEE YOU…”
The enthusiastic fans almost drown out Muse’s “Take A Bow” as giant red eyes glow from the PCW-Tron and the next challenger for the North American title makes his way to the ring. The Watcher has been waiting a LONG time for this, and he looks intense even for him. He does a lap around the ring, scrutinizing those at ringside before entering and turning his attention to…
“N… C… M! N… C… M!”
The Born Psycho, intimidating as ever, steps out stage to a solid reaction, if for no other reason than Mentis can be counted on to bring the violence. Whaddayaknow, it seems like he’s having one of his good days. Along with the new do, there less gloom and doom about the champion these days, although you still wouldn’t call what he’s doing “smiling”. Once again, rather than dropping the belt without a second glance, Mentis holds it up before shoving it into the hands of referee Buckland.
At the sound of the bell, both men step forward until they’re almost nose-to-nose. They glare at each other, and then the Watcher says some fierce, but inaudible words. Solemnly, Mentis shakes his head. The Watcher’s face darkens and he speaks again, more vehemently than before. Solemnly, Mentis nods. The staredown continues for a few more heartbeats, and then the Dark Herald of PCW throws a fearsome right hand! The North American champion smiles as if grateful for this generous gift of war, and the ring explodes into a lunatic flurry of fists and feet!
You won’t be seeing a lot of fancy schmancy moves in THIS match, ladies and gentlemen but the fans couldn’t care less. The Watcher and Non Compos Mentis are locked in a brawl so horrendous you’d think it was personal. Hard rights, lefts, and anything else they have are all being thrown at the same time. The Watcher delivers a hard knee lift and hurls Mentis to the canvas. Mentis springs back up and slugs the Watcher back into a corner for a series of shoulder blocks. A kick to the face sends Mentis reeling, and the Watcher takes him down with a low tackle and goes to work on the knee.
Referee Buckland checks for submission, but Mentis powers out of a leg lock and kicks his opponent in the chest, sending him back into the ropes. A snapmare and the toe of a boot between the shoulder blades, and then Mentis grabs hair and tights and rushes the Watcher straight for the corner, hurling him between the turnbuckles and shoulder first into the ringpost! The Watcher is hung up in the corner, howling in pain! Still, the challenger’s ring awareness is unparalleled, and when the champ makes a grab for him, he delivers a down-south mule kick in desperation!
Not even Non Compos Mentis is tough THERE, which buys the Watcher time to regroup. He lays Mentis out with a stiff clothesline, but immediately grabs his shoulder in pain. Watcher delivers some mounted punches with his good arm, slams the champ’s head into the turnbuckle, and executes a German suplex. Unfortunately, it didn’t do his own shoulder any good either, and the Watcher is slow to make the cover. One… Two… Shoulder up. Mentis is in a world of hurt, though, and the Watcher locks in a sleeper, making up for his bad arm with a full body scissors. Mentis struggles, but the Watcher has it locked in tight. He reaches for the ropes, but they might as well be a mile away. Slowly and steadily the fight is going out of the champion! Referee Buckland checks the hold, and lifts Mentis’ arm. It drops limply to the canvas. Buckland raises it again. Two. One last time, the champ’s arm is lifted, held, and released. Thr… NO!
The cheers go up as Mentis fights the hold! The Watcher tries his best to maintain it, but Mentis forces himself to his knees. The men struggle for position until Mentis reaches up behind him, grabs his opponent by the hair, and drops to the mat in a jaw jacker! However the champion seems unable to press his advantage, and remains kneeling in the ring, shaking his head violently back and forth. The Watcher staggers to his feet and goes on the attack, but Mentis grabs his bad arm and wrenches it, sending him staggering away in agony. Again, Mentis seems to fall into some kind of inner conversation with himself giving his opponent far too much time to recover.
The challenger takes advantage of Mentis’… uh, problem, and hurls him back first into the turnbuckles. A charging clothesline connects with tremendous force, followed by a running bulldog out of the corner. Watcher makes the cover… One… Two… and Mentis powers out! Suddenly the champ sits straight up, his face a murderous cloud of bad intentions. The Watcher makes a grab for him, and gets a blatant thumb in the eye! Blinded, the Watcher reels around…and walks right into a brutal, brutal Fractured Mind! Mentis drops across his fallen opponent. One… Two… Three!
Winner(s): Non Compos Mentis via pinfall
After the match...
Details: Referee Buckland calls for the timekeeper to hand up the belt, but Mentis shoves him the HELL out of the way and snatches it himself. The retaining champion pauses at ringside, the strap dangling from his fist, glaring at the crowd like he’ll extract the spleen of the first person to give him a high five. Back in the ring, the Watcher, after receiving that excruciatingly painful Fractured Mind is in the ring, somehwhat motionless. NCM turns to stare at The Watcher before the feed fades to commercial.
Rebirth
Details (In the backstage a sea of paramedics are standing around and frantically trying to work on The Watcher. After what transpired in the ring, the medics aren’t hopeful.)
Paramedic One: I don’t think he’s going to make it!
Paramedic Two: He took a horrible bump out there and isn’t breathing!
Paramedic Three: Keep trying! Someone begin CPR; it’s our only hope to get air into his lungs!
(As they continue to pound on the chest of Watcher, it almost seems like a lost cause. He just isn’t responding and it looks like the lost soul has finally met his maker.)
Paramedic Two: Should we get the paddles?!
Paramedic Four: I have them, everybody clear!
(With the first zap, nothing happens.)
Paramedic Four: Go to 400!
Paramedic One: Ready!
Paramedic Four: Clear!
(Once again the medic zaps Watcher and still nothing. The once great warrior just lies there motionless, as his lifeless body is zapped repeatedly. It seems there isn’t anything that can bring him back from the horrible beating delivered from Mentis. Watcher had stayed true to his words. If Mentis wanted to beat him, he would have to kill him.)
Paramedic One: There is nothing more we can do. Call it!
Paramedic Three: Time of death…
(Just then a figure appears, from nowhere, behind the medics, and motions for them to move. That figure is “The Grand High Exalted One” Usali Basilisk, the leader of the Ascension.)
Paramedic Two: Hey, hey, hey! You can’t be here right now! Back up and let us finish!
(Usali doesn’t say a word and glides towards Watcher. Areas and Jacob, followers of the Ascension, move the medics out of the way, to allow Usali to get close to Watcher’s body.)
Paramedic Four: Don’t remove that, his neck is broke!
(Basilisk begins to remove Watcher’s neck brace and raises his head. As if from nowhere, Basilisk produced a cup. Holding the Watcher’s head in one hand and The Cup of The Ascension in the other, he began to pour a liquid into Watcher’s mouth.)
Ambulance Driver: Step away from the patient now! Let the medics do their jobs and go away!
(Basilisk’s red eyes of his silver ceremonial mask bare down on the Driver, and as he now being blocked by the Ascension, he waits patiently. What was he doing and why is he there?)
Paramedic One: Just get this man into the ambulance and get him out of here. I’m going to wait for the police and see that these three get what they deserve!
(The paramedics load the gurney into the back of the Ambulance, as the Ascension get held back. Just as the medics are about to close the door, something happens. The Watcher sits up and looked like the undead! How could this be happening? Wasn’t this the man who had been destroyed moments earlier by Mentis?)
Paramedic Two: Sir? Are you alright? You have a broken neck and need to go to the hospital. Please sit back down.
(The Watcher grabs the medic by the throat and pushes him aside. He then stands up and walks out of the ambulance. He’s eye to eye with Usali Basilisk and the rest of the Ascension for just a second, until a smile creeps across his face. Watcher then stands behind the Ascension and all four walk out of scene.)
Poker Time with Grimm & Sadistic
Details: (The PCW-Tron switches feed and the shot is that of a door. A plain door. A plain, crooked door. On the other side of the shoddy entrance is a shabby poker table surrounded by an interesting group of characters.)
Billy Sadistic: I raise a pearl necklace...
(...and he splashes the pot with it. There are a few snickers around the table, but the Phenom's raging green glare quickly softens the situation. Billy Sadistic: One half of the reigning PCW Tag Team Champions, Sadistic's hobbies include playing the upright bass, grinding things, and breaking the necks of the weak and powerless.)
Phinehas Grimm: I call with this gen-u-ine pitchfork used in the painting of American Gothic.
(The players give an appreciative nod as the Lord of Misrule gently places his tool onto the table. Phinehas Grimm: One half of the reigning PCW Tag Team Champions and younger brother of Billy, Grimm's hobbies include playing the banjo, tending to his bees, and breaking the necks of the weak and powerless.)
Jeremy Bagwell: I call with this nifty bronze statue that I found...
Billy Sadistic: That's my statue.
Jeremy Bagwell: Then I fold.
(Sadistic quickly snatches back his piece of art/blunt object and places it on the floor beside his chair. Jeremy Bagwell: Protege to the Brothers Gruesome and all around fork-up, Bagwell's hobbies include following his dreams, occasionally soiling his pants, and doing whatever Grimm & Sadistic tell him to do.)
Menace: Not with these cards...
(...and he tosses them face down onto the table. Menace: Former PCW Tag Team Champion and one half of 2Guys, Menace loves the word "FRAG" and isn't quite sure how he arrived at the table for tonight's game...)
Jackle: Yeah. Too rich for my blood...
(...and he throws his hand onto the table, also. Jackle: Former PCW Tag Team Champion and the other half of 2Guys, Jackle also loves the word "FRAG" and isn't quite sure how he arrived at the table for tonight's game...)
(And he has blue hair.)
Andy D: Hmmm...
(Jackle and Menace scoot around the table so that they are on either side of Andy. Andy D: Friend of Jackle and Menace and white bucket hat aficionado, Andy is also unsure how he's arrived at tonight's festivities. And he's never played poker before. 2Guys lean in to examine their buddy's cards and give him some advice. Phinehas and William fix their eyes on the trio; they clearly do not like this "huddle." Jackle and Menace lean in close and their conversation is kept to a whisper.)
Jackle: Correct me if I'm wrong...but I think you've got a flush. Five clubs.
Menace: Okay...you're wrong. He's got a Royal Flush!
(The three slowly turn back to look at the brothers...clearly hoping neither of them heard Menace's proclamation.)
Jackle: Royal Flush? As in "The Best Hand in the Game" Royal Flush?
(Menace briefly nods.)
Jackle: That's like a 650,000 to 1 chance hand!
Menace: Never tell me the odds!
Jackle: I'm not telling you the odds...I'm telling him the odds!
(Again, the three glance at the Dillingers...this time giving them polite smiles.)
Andy D: What are the chances they'd also have a Royal Flush?
Menace: Wellll...practically zip. Unless they're cheating...
Jackle: Would you want to accuse either of them of cheating?
Andy D: Okay...so not cheating.
Menace: Alright, then. Unbeatable hand, loads of money...
(Menace glances back at the pot, which is filled with pirate treasures, a can of Popeye's spinach, and a Good Guy doll that seems perfectly content staring at Andy.)
Menace: ...and whatever the rest of that stuff is.
Jackle: You know what you must do. Fulfill your destiny.
(Menace and Jackle pat Andy on the back encouragingly before returning to their seats. Grimm and Sadistic continue to glare at Andy, and Andy glares right back at them. Trying to muster up the courage, Andy takes a deep breath, stands, slaps his cards down onto the table, and proclaims...!)
Andy D: I fold!
(As soon as the words have left his mouth, the three men are on their feet headed for the door. Menace calls back over his shoulder.)
Menace: Well, this has been fun...but we have to go now. Got to see a dog about a man. I mean a man about a fish! I mean a fish about a...!
Jackle: We have to see somebody!
(Grimm and Sadistic give slight grins. In their haste, 2Guys actually knock the door and frame over trying to rush through the door. A look of alarm spreads across the faces of the Dillingers as the door crashes to the floor. Apologizing vehemently, the three men coax the door and frame back to its erect state as if they were "Raising the Flag on Iwo Jima." Seconds later and the three men have scurried out of sight. Grimm and Sadistic share a bewildered look as Bagwell continues to stare at the ceiling. A smile spreads across Sadistic's face.)
Sadistic: I knew he didn't have the stones!
(And with that, the PCW-Tron fades to black and transitions into a commercial.)
Match Two: Singles Match
LoKi (World ©) vs. “Grandmaster” Glyn Speight
Referee: Marcos Cruz
Match Details: In the second match of the night, the PCW World Champion has revenge on his mind as he faces off against Glyn Speight...the man that attacked him from behind on the last episode of Trauma. LoKi emerges first, minus his championship belt which now resides with Justin Michaels thanks largely in part to tonight's opponent, and he's met with a booming ovation. Halfway down the ramp he's blindsided...again...by the Grandmaster. Speight gets a little work in on the champ outside the ring before shoving him in under the bottom rope. Glyn follows the Angel of Death into the ring and Marcos Cruz officially begins the match. The fans haven't stopped booing since the onset of the vicious attack.
Looking to catapult his career, Glyn stomps all over PCW's top dog. LoKi attempts to recover from Speight's underhanded onslaught, but Grandmaster is unrelenting. A powerslam garners a two-count, followed by a sigh of relief from the fans. LoKi's attempts at fighting back are cut short with a rake to the eyes. Ignoring the admonishment of the referee, Glyn continues to punish the champion, much to the enjoyment of one Justin "Stormm" Michaels, who is surely watching on a backstage monitor. A piledriver folds up the fan favorite like an accordion. Certain of victory, Speight casually hooks the leg and counts along with the referee. 1...2...kickout!
The fans sigh yet again as LoKi once again tries to make a comeback. This time he's cut short with a low blow that is conveniently out of the referee's view. LoKi goes down as the fans hiss at the dirty tactic. Seizing the opportunity to put the champion away, Glyn heads to the corner and waits for him to stand. The tension in the Pure Class Arena rises as LoKi struggles to his feet...and Speight charges! Running on pure adrenaline, LoKi accelerates and meets Speight halfway, latching his hands around Glyn's neck and driving him to his back!
The place erupts as an infuriated LoKi finally lands blow after blow upon the flailing Glyn Speight! In search of safety, Glyn rolls to the outside...but not so fast! LoKi reaches between the ropes, grabs him by the face, and drags him back into the ring. Glyn breaks the hold and fires off a wild haymaker that LoKi easily ducks. Relying on his collegiate grappling skills, the Angel of Death snaps Speight through the air with a release German suplex!
With the momentum on his side, LoKi begins unloading on his enemy. Spine Buster! Lariat! STO! Speight is on Dream Street as LoKi peels him off the canvas. The PCW Faithful go ballistic when LoKi unleashes Ragnarok on his helpless victim and the champ is so caught up in the moment that he doesn't even see Justin Michaels coming!
The PCW World Championship belt to the back of LoKi's head ends the match at the 13 minute and 22 second mark when referee Cruz awards the match to LoKi via disqualification. The fans continue to boo as Stormm gets in some wide open shots on a laid out LoKi, complete with a half dozen paintbrush slaps across the face. The feed then fades to commercial with Stormm standing tall.
Winner(s): LoKi d. Glyn Speight via disqualification
Match Three: Non-Title Tag Team Match
Grimm & Sadistic (Tag Team ©) vs. The Ascension {Usali Basilisk & Areas}
Referees: Tyrone Little
Match Details: The PCW faithful crank the amps to eleven as a procession of robed acolytes line up on the stage. Two pull the velvet drapes apart with a ceremonial flair while the rest give knee to the Exalted One and the Shaman of the Ascension. Usali Basilisk holds the mysterious and arcane Book of the Ascension high as the shrouded figures bow and exit. All through the crowd are silver-colored masks, which are apparently the hot new concession, and signs can be seen reading “The Ascension is Upon Us!!!” and “Numaki Bless the USA!” Usali Basilisk and Areas pause to ‘bless’ some of their more passionate adherents on the way to the ring.
As for the Tag Team Champions, breaking necks and biting noses didn’t cut it, but trying to send Heavy Metal and Nacho Grande on a one-way trip to the great beyond has finally done the trick. Grimm pauses to take in the crowd’s hostility and gives a satisfied nod. Sadistic looks less than impressed and waggles his hand in a ‘Meh, only so-so’ motion. The Heinous Horrors of Hangtown strum imaginary guitars as sarcastically as it’s possible to do such a thing, and the crowd redoubles their efforts to boo them out of the building. Ah. Much better.
After a moment of discussion, Areas receives the blessing of Iferatus and prepares to start the action. Sadistic sneers at the display and bows extravagantly to Grimm as if to say “after you”. “Oh, heavens no, I wouldn’t dream of it. After YOU” is the clear response. Billy accepts the honor by driving a knee into Areas’ midsection and forcing him back into the ropes with a series of rights. Irish whip and a back body drop attempt, but Areas leapfrogs over the Carnivore and rebounds off the far side with a flying lariat.
Quick as a flash Areas makes an early cover, but before referee Little can get in position to count, Grimm is halfway through the ropes and the Shaman pops back to his feet, gesturing for the Lord of Misrule to bring it on. Grimm steps casually back outside and Sadistic and Areas square off again.
The men exchange blows and Sadistic whips Areas toward the horrendously hostile corner. Areas isn’t going to visit THAT part of town, thanks very much, and a reversal sends Billy to the Ascension’s corner instead. Areas charges with a high knee, makes the tag, and the Dark Church send Sadistic for a ride into a double back body drop. The Exalted One delivers a falling headbutt, and tags Areas back in while Billy is shaking off the impact of Basilisk’s silver mask. The Exalted One grabs his own partner in a rear waistlock and lifts him high in the air for an assisted legdrop!
The Shaman makes another cover and gets a one count and a double axe handle from Grimm, in that order. Basilisk in back in the ring in a heartbeat it’s a four-man brawl as the referee tries to maintain order and fails miserably! The Ascension force the Horrors of Hangtown into opposite corners and whip them toward each other, but Grimm and Sadistic reverse it and it’s Basilisk and Areas who knock heads! Areas goes down like he’s been shot with a cannon, the inadvertent victim of the Exalted One’s mask!
Things do NOT look good for the Shaman of the Ascension as the Brothers Gruesome cut the ring in half and set about living up to that particular nickname. Tag to Grimm and a vile-looking wishbone that makes every male in the crowd cross his legs. Tag to Sadistic and a double gutbuster. You guessed it – tag to Grimm and a double implant DDT could be the end of it! One… Two… Basilisk just barely makes the save! The referee forces the Exalted One out of the ring, as the Lord of Misrule shoves Areas back into the worst corner in the world for still more two-on-one punishment.
The Shaman finds himself on the receiving end of Kentucky-style mudhole stomping, and Grimm tags in Sadistic. Areas is whipped hard to the ropes for a double back body drop… NO, he comes flying off the ropes, and DDTs both Bearded Brothers! The crowd chants for Areas as he struggles for the friendly corner and Basilisk reaches out for the tag. Closer… closer… Sadistic lunges forward and grabs his opponent’s ankle… TAG!
Wild cheers go up as Basilisk leaps into the ring! A shot to Grimm, a shot to Sadistic, a slam for Grimm, a slam for Sadistic… the Exalted One is taking on both Brothers at once! A hurricarana sends Grimm tumbling out of the ring, and a dropkick drives Sadistic back into a neutral corner for a ten-count turnbuckle smash!
A flying back elbow from the Exalted One staggers the Carnivore of Hardcore. Basilisk seizes both the opportunity and Billy’s noggin, bouncing off the ropes in a huge tornado DDT! Sadistic is laid out flat, and Usali Basilisk signals that at long last, it’s time for the Ascension Dive. The crowd goes up like a Spinal Tap concert, eager to see the Brothers get their just desserts. Basilisk is so caught up in the moment of glory that he doesn’t notice an unexpected third party has crawled out from his hiding place under the ring…
It’s Jeremy Bagwell! The wicked young man is crouched at ringside, out of sight of both the referee and the Ascension, a heavy object in his hands. It’s Sadistic’s now-famous bronze statue! The Lord of Misrule takes the cue and charges around the ring to attack Areas from behind, pulling him down to the floor and smacking his face on the ring apron. Basilisk mounts the ropes, and Bagwell jumps up to clock him in the back of the head! The Exalted One topples from the turnbuckle and crashes to the mat face first as Bagwell ducks down out of sight again!
Sadistic, seizing the moment, crawls over to the sprawled out Basilisk, and hooks the leg. Referee Little, catching the pin attempt out of the corner of his eye, quickly rushes over and makes the count. Three mat-slaps later, at the 33 minute and 25 second mark, Grimm & Sadistic pick up the pinfall.
Winner(s): Grimm & Sadistic via pinfall after Sadistic pins Usali Basilisk
Acolytes...err...waitaminute!
Details: An enraged Areas clotheslines Grimm before diving into the ring as Bagwell tosses the statue to Sadistic. The Carnivore blasts the Shaman of the Ascension right in the guts, dropping him to his knees. The Grand High Exalted One is back up on wobbly knees and the Phenom seizes the opportunity to clank the statue off of his ceremonial mask. The force of the blow sends Usali reeling back against the ropes where he gets tangled up like a fly in a web! Basilisk struggles to escape, but Grimm spots his predicament and leans his weight on the ropes to maintain the tension. Usali is trapped!
The match is over, but the battle continues. Tyrone Little is shouting orders, but Sadistic nonchalantly tosses him from the ring, eliminating him from the equation, and motions for Bagwell to join them! Grinning like Linda Blair on a really bad day, Bagwell snags (what else?) a steel chair, and slides it in before him.
The Dastardly Dillingers take a load off and lounge on either side of the still ensnared Basilisk. Meanwhile, the Bastardly Bagwell parades around the fallen Shaman of the Ascension, displaying the chair to the horrified fans. He places it around the neck of Usali Basilisk and looks at the Brothers. Sadistic shakes his head disapprovingly. Bagwell examines his handiwork and repositions it. Ah, that’s better. Sadistic gives a satisfied nod, and the kid beams like he just got a gold star for his report on how to properly administer The Treatment!
The many fans of the Ascension go up in relieved cheers as a lone man in a white hooded robe emerges from the back. All eyes, including those in the ring, are on this cloaked individual. After watching for a moment, he slowly raises his arms in a summoning fashion. Over a dozen black-robed acolytes charge out through the curtain before Bagwell can complete his grisly homework. The young man gives the champs a nervous look, but they merely shrug as if to say “Well? It’s your problem, kid; what are you going to do about it?” and keep their weight on the ropes.
The hooded figures charge the ring, and the first to enter gets a hard Bagwell knee to the side of the head knocking him back to the floor! The Dillinger-in-training goes VERY low on the next would-be rescuer and then nails him on the point of the chin with a well-executed European uppercut, sending him out to join his fellow cultist. Grimm and Sadistic look on like proud parents as Bagwell clotheslines two more interlopers right back out over the top. The youngster is clearing the ring all by himself! Happy as a kid on Christmas morning, Bagwell goes to repeat the impressive double clothesline on the next two acolytes…
And bounces off like he just ran head first into a brick wall! A HUGE double dropkick sends the youngster out of the ring and halfway back to the locker room!
The crowd EXPLODES as the "acolytes" tear off their hoods to reveal a luchador mask and a wild blonde mane! With twin looks of shock, Grimm and Sadistic charge to attack and get drilled with a pair of perfectly synchronized DDTs! The high flyers kip to their feet, and Heavy Metal snags both of Sadistic’s legs as Nacho Grande goes to the turnbuckles. Roth snaps backward in a slingshot catapult as Nacho leaps from the top, seizing the Carnivore’s head in a diving bulldog! Billy just had one hell of a Bad Night In Tijuana!
Having erased a year of elementary school from Billy Sadistic’s memory, it’s time to settle the score with the Lord of Misrule. A Metal-style STO and Nacho-style Russian legsweep combine to put Grimm down on the mat, and the men climb opposite turnbuckles. A few thousand flashbulbs go off as they simultaneously take to the air… It’s an Air Guitar AND a 2AM Drive Thru, and there isn’t a soul in the crowd still in their seat!
Areas finally untangles himself from the chair and Basilisk gets free of the ropes as Los Dos Amigos clear the ring. The Bearded Brothers and not-quite-as-bearded Bagwell retreat up the ramp as fast as they can stagger as the four men and twenty thousand of their close friends hurl taunts and threats after them.
Match Four: Triple Threat Match
Tyrone “Crazy Boy” Smith vs. “The Adrenaline King” Justin Kaard vs. High Tide
Referee: Manny Cruz
Match Details: In a battle of the exciting high fliers, it was ‘The Adrenaline King’ Justin Kaard coming out first to a good reception from the crowd. More cheers are created as Kaard pumps his fists to ‘Name of the Game’ by Crystal Method. Once in the ring he performs a stunning backflip from the top turnbuckle that gets a huge pop from the fans. Next out is Tyrone ‘Crazy Boy’ Smith to ‘1000 Watts of Artificial Pleasure’ and the crowd once again pops and the appearance of one of PCW’s growing stars. Making his way to the ring, Crazy Boy plays to the fans and keeps up the cheers until he reaches the ring and makes final preparations while waiting for the third man to arrive. They don’t have to wait long as ‘Purple Haze’ hits and High Tide walks out onto the stage, piloting his imaginary pirate ship. Once he gets to the ring he mount a turnbuckle from the outside and dives into the ring, rolling into a standing position that is inadvertently right in front of Justin Kaard.
The referee immediately interjects between the two but they are so focused on each other now that High Tide forgets to do the rest of his theatrics. As the lights and sound return to normal the referee checks that all three men are ready and calls for the bell to start. Uncharacteristically it’s a slow start as the three men begin to circle but Kaard takes his attention off High Tide for a moment too long and he leaps on the opportunity with a Pirate Code Schoolboy Pin.
One…
Crazy Boy breaks it up almost straight away and set his sights on the opportunistic High Tide, grabbing him and whipping him across the ring. On the rebound, Smith goes for a lariat but the pirate ducks right before rolling the opponent over with another Pirate Code.
One…
T….
Kaard breaks up the pinning move this time and as all three men recover High Tide goes on the offensive by charging at Kaard who nails a reflex armdrag. Getting to his feet again, Reese dashes at Crazy Boy hoping for better luck but he receives another armdrag for his troubles. Back up, High Tide seeks the salvation of the ropes and backs off, grabbing them for safety. Kaard and Smith look at each other for a moment before rushing at the Pirate with a double clothesline. High Tide ducks and rushes across the ring. On the return he finds Kaard waiting for him and jumps but he is countered and thrown over Kaard’s head toward CB standing behind. While in mid-air, High Tide counters into a flying dropkick, knocking the Crazy One to the outside.
Kaard turns and pulls High Tide up to his feet before trying to whip him across the ring but he is reversed. As Kaard rebounds, Reese hits the adjacent ropes and nails a sick Jumping Heel Kick that floors the Adrenaline King. Right away High Tide heads for the corner and begins to climb. Looking back from the top he gets set and throws himself backward with a Moonsault….but Kaard isn’t there.
Instead the surly seadog eats canvas and is greeted by Crazy Boy who rolls into the ring and picks up the prone opponent. Lifting the lighter man onto his shoulders, Crazy Boy begins to spin wildly, dizzying both High Tide and himself in the process before bringing the Crazy Spin to a halt. He’s about to drop his opponent with a Samoan Drop when Justin Kaard rushes across the ring and hits a Leg Lariat that FORCES Smith to hit the move through no choice of his own.
Getting back to his feet, Kaard picks up Crazy Boy who is still stunned and dizzy and nails a collection of forearm shots to the head. He then whips Smith across the ring again, hitting a low dropkick that drops him to the mat face first. Smith tries to recover but Kaard is scouting him all the way. Once Crazy Boy reaches his knees Kaard strikes and slams his face into the mat with a Projectile Hurricanrana before pinning.
One…
Two…
THR…NO!
High Tide comes from nowhere to break it up at two. Picking Kaard off the mat, High Tide hits a blunt headbutt followed by another and another that force Kaard all the way back to the ropes. Attempting to whip Kaard across the ring, High Tide is reversed and sent toward a recovered Crazy Boy who attempts a clothesline but is ducked. High Tide continues on into the opposite ropes and rebounds to see Smith drop his head for a back body drop.
Screeching to a halt, Jack Sparrow….erm, John Reese lifts a boot into Smith’s chest, winding him and dropping him to his hands and knees. Out of nowhere Kaard rushes forward and uses Crazy Boy as a trampoline, springing up into a lightning fast hurricanrana, literally throwing High Tide under the bottom rope, clattering to the floor.
As CB and Kaard are left in the ring, Smith attacks with a jumping elbow strike and whips Kaard across the ring. As he rebound, Crazy Boy hits a boot to the midsection that doubles Kaard over. Smith quickly takes advantage and backs into the ropes before springing back and looking to hit a scissor kick straight down onto the neck. Kaard somehow lifts his head at the final moment and avoids decapitation, replying with a boot of his own.
Still nothing can be landed though as Crazy Boy grabs the boot, only to be reversed with a shuddering Enziguri kick to the back of the head. With CB stunned Kaard takes full advantage and locks in a three-quarter facelock before launching himself overhead and hitting the Adrenaline Rush, a sickening Rollback Driver.
Just as Kaard is about to make the pin, High Tide slides back into the ring and sprints forward. Kaard turns just in time to see the pirate grab his head and leap through the air, twisting before dropping to the canvas with a brutal Lay With The Fish DDT. Kaard clutches his head and rolls helplessly to the outside as High Tide spots the motionless Crazy Boy and pins him.
One…
Two….
THREE!
Hide Tide wins the match, at the 11 minute and 3 second mark.
Winner(s): High Tide d. Justin Kaard & Tyrone Smith via pinfall after pinning Crazy Boy
And now for a new hire...
Details: Backstage and the camera is focused on the nameplate on the door which reads ‘The Captain’ and we instantly know we’re viewing the door to Alejandro Walker’s office. Panning around we find those Loveable Losers Jackle and Menace, a.k.a the 2Guys, pacing back and forth fairly nervously. Why are they outside the Captain’s office? Are they waiting for something? Do they know something they shouldn’t? Are they in trouble?
Our questions we never asked are answered after a short wait, when the door opens up. Out steps the ‘friend’ of the 2Guys, Andy D, adjusting his white bucket hat as he closes the door behind him. The 2Guys look at him expectantly with a glimmer of hope in their eyes for a couple of moments before Menace finally asks “Well?”
Andy looks down towards the floor, dejected for a moment. Just as the hope fades from the 2Guys’ faces, Andy lifts his head with a massive smile across his face. “I’m in!”
The 2Guys burst out in laughter and cheers, giving Andy a hug before standing either side of him, Arms wrapped over his shoulder in a showbiz agent style.
“Ok Kid, first parts done,” Menace starts off, “now we just have to sort out some new clothes for you”
“What’s wrong with my clothes?” Andy asks, insulted
“Nothing,” Jackle says “but when you’re going into a wrestling you need to look a bit… special”
“I’m thinking Neon” Menace says, with a wave of his hand. The 2Guys lead Andy away down the corridor while Andy hangs his head and groans, wondering exactly what he’s gotten himself into.
Match Five: Tag Team Match
Justin “Stormm” Michaels & Lantlas vs. Los Dos Amigos
Referee: Eddie Lane
Match Details: Lantlas Anduril is the first to emerge for this massive main event. He's met with a host of boos, but as always, he could give to goblin turds what the pathetic humans think. Especially the PCW Faithful humans, which are probably dumber than most. Out next is the man with the deep pockets, and you know what they say about a guy with deep pockets... Stormm is still parading around with his stolen/bought and paid for PCW World Championship belt and the fans despise him just as much now as they did that last time they saw him. Michaels thrusts the strap into the air, earning him a few taunts, a wad of spit, and several middle fingers. Michaels stands beside the towering elf, and while it's clear that they're partners, it's also clear that they're definitely not friends.
NACHOOOOO! The fans come to life like a Taco Bell dinner rush, hungry to see more of Los Dos Amigos after their humbling of the Dillingers earlier in the evening. Nacho Grande bursts through the curtains first, drawing a loud roar from the crowd. Metal follows out after, his long mane flowing behind him. The duo stands atop the ramp for a few seconds absorbing the adulation of the audience. The fan favorites make their way to the combat zone as Stormm and Anduril look on. A quick screening by the corrupt Eddie Lane and this match has begun!
Lantlas and Heavy Metal start things off and the Whirling Dervish of Metal Mayhem is a ball of fire. Bouncing off the ropes, leap frogs, and dropkicks with impressive hang time are all in tonight's gameplan as Roth uses his speed against his larger opponent. A big elven boot from one of the most dominating men in the history of the sport is all it takes to turn the tides and slow down the pace of the match. Lantlas works over Metal with a series of weardown holds, but the Face of Pure Class Wrestling refuses to yield. Luckily for the International Champion, Justin Stormm has seen enough and decides to tag himself in. Lantlas is clearly not pleased with his "partner" but opts to climb onto the ring apron.
Stormm goes right after the high flyer and is caught with a huge dropkick...*POW*...right in the kisser! The fans erupt as Roth somersaults to his corner and tags in the Luchador! Nacho springs right to the top rope and hits a hurricanrana on the owner of the PCW Championship belt. Grande is quick as a hiccup scoring with a variety of arm drags and hip tosses before finally taking Michaels down with a flying headscissors! Nacho is on fire as Michaels scoots back towards his corner. As the luchador gives chase, Justin pokes him directly in the eyeball. Michaels is licking his chops as he makes to take advantage of his temporarily blinded foe...until Lantlas casually tags himself in. Now it's Stormm's turn to be angry. Rather than cause a fuss, Stormm steps out between the ropes and the Elven Warrior takes over.
With the luchador in a vulnerable state, Lantlas decides to show off his incredible agility. Moving his six foot seven inch, two hundred forty pound frame around the ring with the grace of a swan, Lantlas begins to pick apart Nacho. A spear into the corner is followed by a double footstomp from the second rope. After a nearfall, Lantlas climbs the corner and blasts Grande with a beautiful missile dropkick. Again, he makes the cover. 1...2...kickout!
Nacho is taking a beating at the hands of the dark elf, but Metal continues to cheer him on from the corner. The fans begin to rally behind their hero, which causes Lantlas to smirk at the disgusting human race...and he punches Nacho in the forehead. Lantlas whips Nacho into the corner of Michaels and follows him in with yet another spear...and Stormm tags himself back in. Lantlas looks as if he's about to respond, but thinks better of it. Stormm begins to work on Nacho. Full nelson slam! Two-count! Reverse DDT! Two-and-a-half-count! Bridging German Suplex! Two-and-three-quarters-count! Nacho is hanging on by a thread when Lantlas uses the opportunity to tag back into the match. Lantlas blows past his "partner" en route to Nacho and Stormm takes exception to this. Michaels grabs Lantlas by the arm and spins him around and Lantlas immediately steps right in Justin's face as the crowd stands.
Michaels has a few choice words for the elf, but Lantlas says nothing. He just stares. The fans begin cheering. Loud. Louder. The rafters are beginning to shake! Just as Stormm and Lantlas cock their fists back they're leveled by a Heavy Metal double clothesline that catches both men completely off guard! Nacho had made the tag during the altercation and the fans are going balls-nuts! Roth alternates feeding his right fist to Michaels and Lantlas before clotheslining the blue-haired monster over the top rope. It's just Metal and Stormm and the crowd is ready for Michaels to get a much-deserved beating!
Metal backs him into the corner, climbs the ropes, and begins dropping heavy fists into the forehead of his opponent. The fans count along. 1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...Metal gives a quick air guitar solo before raining down the final blow...10! The fans are on their feet as Michaels stumbles out of the corner and falls face first in the middle of the ring. Roth's eyes grow wide as he points to the top rope. Again, the fans respond loudly. Metal quickly pounces to the top rope and sizes up Stormm's body in the center of the ring. And then Lantlas shoves him off the top rope!
The fans begin booing as Lantlas climbs into the ring and begins stomping the crap out of Roth. Yarding Metal up off the mat, Lantlas heaves him up onto his shoulders for the Flame of the West...but Roth wiggles down his back. Heavy Metal locks Lantlas in for the Metalplex...but Lantlas drives him back into the corner! Lantlas quickly spins around and plants Metal with the Written Word! The fans let out an audible groan. Until Nacho returns out of nowhere with a flying cross body block that sends both him and Lantlas over the top rope to the outside! The fans erupt!
Back in the ring, Stormm has cleared the cobwebs and is patiently waiting for Roth to stand. Metal, still dazed from being drilled by Lantlas, walks right into the Force of Nature and he's down for the count! Exhausted, Stormm nonchalantly glances out into the crowd with a sweaty smirk on his face...until LoKi flies into the ring from the crowd and connects with a bell-ringing open-handed slap that spins Michaels 180 degrees and drops him to his knees! The PCW Faithful erupt like a geyser as the Angel of Death promptly locks in the Broken Wings! Stormm struggles fiercely to escape the crossface but LoKi is obviously trying to snap him in half. Eddie Lane has no choice but to call for the bell at the 22 minute and 53 second mark and award the match to...
Winner(s): Lantlas & Justin Michaels via disqualification
Protecting His Investment
Details: (LoKi continues to wrench on his most hated foe, despite Lane's insistence that he break the hold. Eventually, Eddie is forced to call in the cavalry as four security guards trot out from the back and finally manage to pry LoKi away from his prey. Lantlas has recovered on the outside while Nacho has returned to the ring to check on his partner, Heavy Metal, who is still a bit groggy.)
Jerry Andrews: That was one helluva match! It's unfortunate that LoKi had to interject himself, but I can't say that I blame him.
(As this is going on, Grimm & Sadistic stroll out from the back. The fans begin to boo as the Dillingers clearly have retribution on the brain. Once they are halfway down the aisle, Usali Basilisk emerges through the curtains. His presence is met with a brief cheer, but with all of the characters making their way to the ring, this is quickly turning into a giant clusterfrick!)
Jerry Andrews: This doesn't look good...
Al Laiman: Are you kidding me?! This looks exciting!
(Before the Tag Team Champions can reach the ring, a dozen security guards surge past them and post up between the ramp and the ring, reinforcing the four that are already in the ring. The Brothers Gruesome stop short and Usali halts as well. Skylar Marshall slowly pokes out from the back with a microphone in hand and the fans begin to boo.)
Skylar Marshall: What? Did you think I'd give you all of these exciting match ups...for free?! Ha ha ha! Not a chance!
(The boos increase tenfold.)
Skylar Marshall: Nope. I'm afraid if you want to see these guys kill each other, you're going to have to order Return to Glory 2 on pay-per-view...or buy yourself a ticket! Now get those guys out of here! Go on! Get back in the locker room! I've got an investment to protect!
(All eyes are on Skylar, but the eyes quickly shift back to each other. Basilisk's eyes lock on to Anduril's. Nacho's eyes find Sadistic. Heavy Metal targets Grimm. And LoKi wastes no time picking out Michaels. The security guards try to hold the warriors apart, but the hated foes push into the crowd. The buzzing crowd raises to a fever pitch...!)
Skylar Marshall: No! NO!!! What are you doing?! Kill the cameras! KILL THE CAMERAS NOW!!!
(Security guards begin flying like rag dolls and the fans begin to roar! Flash bulbs light up the arena as all hell is about to break loose! Fists begin flying and just when you think things couldn't get any better, the unthinkable happ...!)
*CLICK*[/i]
Overview
Non Compos Mentis d. The Watcher via pinfall
LoKi d. Glyn Speight via disqualification
Grimm & Sadistic via pinfall after Sadistic pinned Usali Basilisk
High Tide d. Justin Kaard & Tyrone Smith via pinfall after pinning Tyrone Smith
Lantlas & Justin Michaels d. Los Dos Amigos via disqualification
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All Rights Reserved.
I would like to thank Roy, Rick, and JR for their help with the results this week. I'd also like to thank the entire roster for giving us, at the very least, one show where no one no-showed. That kind of effort is highly appreciated.[/color]