Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2012 0:27:31 GMT -5
PCW Trauma: 107
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Live on E! from the Pure Class Arena in Greenville, South Carolina
Introduction
Details: As the show takes the air the opening riffs of the remixed “Back in Black” theme of Pure Class Wrestling’s resident rule-breaker, Johnny Vivacious, brings the crowd to their feet. The speakers kick with each beat as a rhythmic pyrotechnic and light show illuminates the arena. In the ten seconds before the squealing guitar ushers out the man in black, the cameras pan different angles of the sold-out, red-hot crowd and converge on the stage.
Jerry Andrews – We are wasting no time tonight folks! Welcome to Trauma, I am Jerry Andrews alongside, as always, my partner Al Laiman.
Al Laiman – Yes look, we are about to be joined by Walker’s “enforcer”.
Jerry Andrews - Folks, just to be clear, this is time purchased exclusively by Johnny Vivacious. If you are offended by foul language, I advise you mute your television.
Club Vivacious, complete with a bartender spinning and juggling bottles, is setup under the lights at the top of the ramp. As the crowd cheers and the guitar gets in the meaty portion of its opening cut, Vivacious steps out from behind the curtain. The entire arena reverberates with the music and, more so, the overwhelming support of the faithful.
Jerry Andrews – I don’t believe he’s necessarily the “enforcer”…
Al Laiman – Please Andrews, don’t be coy, Walker doesn’t want Havoc Entertainment or in this case, Justin Michaels, to even have a shot at the World Championship.
Vivacious doesn’t miss a step; tonight however, he’s smiling and apparently appreciative of the crowd as he flips ashes about from the cigarette dangling between his lips. He points to a few fans and rambles incoherently. Sporting a custom Hugo Boss black and gray pinstripe suit over a dark red shirt and stylish power-tie, Vivacious could easily change his theme to a ZZ Top hit. The lights above make his golden blonde spikes appear to flicker like flames atop his head.
Jerry Andrews – While he’s made his intentions toward Michaels perfectly clear, I doubt that’s the only reason Johnny V is here.
Vivacious plays to the crowd, strumming an air guitar as the song continues to all but announce he is back! He runs out to one corner and invites the crowd to cheer before crossing the stage to the opposite edge and doing the same.
Al Laiman – Listen to these people cheering for this idiot, ridiculous!
Returning to the bar he orders a drink and bashes his cigarette into the ashtray on the bar. The barkeep hands him his drink and he slams it, the vodka down his gullet and the glass against the bar, before sliding the empty back to the tender. The music slowly fades out as the lights return to normal in the arena. Mr. Network Liability is on as he pulls a microphone from the inner pocket of his jacket. The rowdy crowd continues to cheer as he brings the microphone to his lips. Clearly, he isn’t going to be heard just yet so he lowers the schtick and allows the faithful to adore him awhile longer.
Al Laiman – I can’t believe this, not a year ago, they hated him. Everyone of them.
Jerry Andrews – Yes, but didn’t you like him?
Al Laiman – Back when he was cool and could give a scratch what these numb-skulls thought, yes.
Vivacious bounces the microphone off the top of the bar sending echoing thumps through the arena before bringing the microphone back up to speak.
Johnny Vivacious – Mikey Wright ain’t got shit on this… [He takes a boastful spin, showing off his suit.] …Hollywood what? Florida? Yo Mikey, that movie bombed dude. Welcome back Johnny Vivacious!
The crowd explodes for no other reason than Vivacious welcoming himself back.
Al Laiman – Seriously?
Johnny Vivacious – Fuck Mikey Wright!
Al Laiman – WHOA!
Johnny Vivacious - Mr. SHOWTIME is right here, right now and he wears black bitches!
Al Laiman – He better watch it, Mikey will sue him for copyright infring…
Johnny Vivacious - …face it; Mikey returns at a pay-per-view and the week after, Trauma’s ratings are the same as they’ve ever been. I on the other hand, return at that very Trauma and this show, not to mention the jammed to the rafters crowd right here in the arena, but this show hit the air on whatever channel we are broadcast on with triple fuckin’ viewers than it did last week!
Al Laiman – There’s no way he can know that for sure.
Johnny Vivacious – For those of you tuning into this snooze-fest for the first time in months, the fat fuh…
Unlike the man of past, Vivacious hesitates to find proper wording.
Jerry Andrews - …watch it…
Johnny Vivacious – …fellow that now runs this joint came out last week and announced that I would not only be a special referee in a match last week, he gave me the responsibility… yeah, let me finish, HE gave ME the responsibility of hand picking the number one contender to the WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP at Mass Destruction!
Al Laiman – What is he talking about, Walker didn’t say he could…
Jerry Andrews – …he is the special guest referee in the number one contender match at Mass Destruction.
Al Laiman – I understand that, but he said he gets to hand peh…
Johnny Vivacious – Don’t be numb people, don’t think that this is about who pins who, because that ain’t the fuckin’ case. This is about whose pin I count… whose submission I call… because I’ll tell you here and now, there will be no disqualification and I won’t be counting any one out.
Al Laiman – He can’t do that! Can he?
Jerry Andrews – He is the referee, I guess so.
Vivacious sits down on one of the stools attached to the bar. He pulls his Reds from his pocket and draws one from the pack. Using a match from the book handed to him from the bartender, he lights up and takes a long drag allowing the fumes to stew for a moment before releasing the smoke and continuing.
Johnny Vivacious – You see someone backstage or in an office somewhere on the tippy-top second floor of PCW Headquarters thought it a good idea to strap me… ME… with such responsibility! Please, someone tell me where… [He stands up and takes a step toward the ramp before extending his left arm and taking a look behind him.] where in my track record have I ever, and I mean EVER, shown any responsibility?
Al Laiman – Okay, so far, I agree. Never.
Vivacious folds his arms across his chest, raises an eyebrow and thinks before continuing.
Johnny Vivacious – I don’t have a fuckin’ clue either, but I’ll take it because on one hand… [He extends his left hand.] …they’ve placed the fate of Non Compos Mentis; a man who has been a thorn in my goddamned side since I arrived in 2006; the same man that I defeated for the North American Championship and sent back to his dumpster crying to his white trash Mommy; and the same man that kicked my ass for said title in my last match here about a year ago.
Vivacious brings his left hand to his face, examining it closely.
Johnny Vivacious – Do I give this prick a chance at the most coveted title in this promotion? Or…
Vivacious exchanges the microphone between his hands and extends his right hand out in front of him.
Johnny Vivacious - …on the other hand, is the fate of Justin “Not Stormm Anymore” Michaels; a man that stuck me right in the fuckin’ back; a prick mother fucker that came out here claiming he had let me off the leash, that he had set me free; this ball-breathed, dick licker that came out here and made me look like a bitch saying that he sent me running home with my tail tucked between my legs. You wanna know why I left, Google it, you’ll find Justin Michaels had piss to do with it.
With a more vicious demeanor than the previous examination, Vivacious pulls his right hand back in front of his face; looking it over with true hatred, close enough that the embers of his cigarette are reddening his palm.
Johnny Vivacious - Do I give this money-grubbing, back-stabbing, steaming turd lump a chance at the World Championship?
Al Laiman – Well, if that doesn’t make his intentions clear, I don’t know what would.
Vivacious snaps out of his glare and returns his attention to the crowd.
Johnny Vivacious – You see, on one hand I have the guy that kicked my ass and on the other a guy whose ass I would like to kick. I don’t want to hand either of these son`bitches the biggest chance of their lives… BUT …that is my job. So… let’s take a look at this like any special guest referee would and get that one question everyone is going to ask answered right now.
Jerry Andrews – Will Johnny Vivacious call this match down the middle?
Johnny Vivacious – The answer is, “NO. Hell no. FUCK NO!” I will not call this match down the middle. That just doesn’t work out to the best interest of the “Special Guest Referee” who is, once again, ME!
Al Laiman – See, I called this before his seemingly endless rant ever began.
Johnny Vivacious – So, I’ll give the shot to NCM. Let NCM go on to Mass Destruction, where I kicked his ass for the North American Championship, and compete for the World Championship. This way, I get my hands on Justin Michaels at Mass Destruction.
Al Laiman – Totally unfair! An unbiased official, clearly not. Johnny V should not referee this match!
Johnny Vivacious - …OR…
Al Laiman – Or?
Vivacious paces back and forth, in deep thought; hesitating or contemplating.
Johnny Vivacious – I’ve been a tag team champion and I’ve been a television champion; I’ve held tertiary and secondary titles around this globe, but I have never been World Champion. I’ve never had the motivation to take a shot at a World Championship.
Al Laiman – He can’t award the shot to himself.
Johnny Vivacious – Over the last decade, I have cut my father’s so-called “superstars” down one by one. From the Grandmaster to the Lady’s Man to The Machine, I have defeated them all. If I do this right, not only would I get a shot at a World Championship, I could also pin the shoulders of the one that has evaded and avoided me for ten years. Scratch that, I could tie him up and make him squeal like the silver-spoon fed pig he is.
Al Laiman – Okay, now he’s lost it.
Johnny Vivacious – If Justin “Not Stormm” Michaels wins at Mass Destruction, I may not get a shot at him immediately, but down the road I can possibly… no, I’ll make sure he gets that World Championship …and then I’m going to take it from him. BUT…
Jerry Andrews – BUT?
Al Laiman – Yeah, seriously; if it weren’t devised by the certifiable, it sounds like a great plan to me.
Johnny Vivacious – …that …means …I… would have to wait until the next pay-per-view …whatever that may be …however far down the road that may be and… let’s face it… that just isn’t going to work for Mr. One Night Only. What… a… decision!
Al Laiman – So, all that we’ve really learned is there won’t be any count-outs or disqualifications and, if he can untie the knots in his head, he won’t be calling it down the middle.
Vivacious takes the last hit before smashing the nail beneath his shoe. He thinks for a moment, full pose thinking man, before continuing.
Johnny Vivacious – I guess we’ll have to play a little game called, “What can you do for me?” The contestants are the previously mentioned, with the exception of Mikey Wright. He doesn’t deserve to show his face in public to be honest, but that’s his problem. As of right now, I am the issue of NCM and Stor… sorry, Justin Michaels.
Vivacious blows a kiss to the rafters before turning his back to the arena and walking away. He disappears behind the curtain and the feed cuts to the first commercial.
MATCH ONE
Triple Threat Match
Andy D vs. Usali Basilisk vs. High Tide
Referee: Joseph Buckland
Match Details: Returning from commercial, Hypest Hype starts blasting out of the PA system and it isn’t long before Andy appears on stage. He stands there, head bouncing and leg tapping along to the beat until the song completely kicks in, when he jumps in the air and some pyro goes off behind him. Andy heads towards the ring, hand slapping several members of the crowd on the way. He slides under the bottom rope of the ring when entering, before running up to a random turnbuckle, hopping up to the second turnbuckle and motioning for the crowd to cheer loudly. Andy jumps down and removes his bucket hat, placing it on the metal part of the turnbuckle in his corner before standing ready for the match.
Jerry Andrews: Andy has a huge opportunity to put himself in the driving seat for the North American Championship Scramble.
Al Laiman: As does the next man, the increasingly unpredictable Usali Basilisk.
"Holding Out For A Hero" by Frou Frou plays throughout the arena and the lights go out. A single spotlight shines at the ramp way and out steps “The Grand High Exalted One” Usali Basilisk holding “The Book of the Ascension”. He slowly stalks his way down towards the ring as Jacob in the “Kool-Aid Man” suit stumbles after. Once at the ring apron, Usali jumps up on the mat then flips over the top rope. He steps right to the middle of the ring as two more spotlights begin to shine on him. He slowly raises his book to the sky and the lights re-illuminate.
Jerry Andrews: You said it Al, his unpredictable nature of late could be a benefit or a problem.
With very little lighting and effects that simulate lightning, High Tide (in a pirate outfit) walks down the ramp slightly crouched over, as if he was sitting. He holds a large pirate flag in one hand, and in the other he is imitating steering a ship. He does this until he gets to the ring where he motions dropping and anchor and proceeds to hop on to the turnbuckle and dive headfirst over the ropes, rolling into a standing position. Then he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and pulls out a spyglass, looking around at the audience. He mimics loading a cannon and as he motions firing it, he jumps off the turnbuckle into the ring (to imitate recoil) as fireworks shoot from all four turnbuckles.
Al Laiman: And here’s the former North American Champion, a man who will want to set a very clear mission for himself; win back that title asap.
All three competitors are talked to by the referee, Joseph Buckland, who warns them of the consequences of any monkey business and two of them seem perfectly happy with this. High Tide, on the other hand, seems to have his mind already on piratey deviousness and is disappointed to hear of Mr. Buckland’s stance on the matter. The bell rings out and finally the trio begin to circle, looking for the first opportunity to strike.
It’s not long before High Tide loses patience and turns to Andy D before nailing a stiff boot to the midsection. Before Usali can react, Tide turns and nails him with a hard elbow strike to the face. With both opponents stunned Tide hits the ropes and rebounds back, only to receive a double back elbow from his recovering targets that sends him to the outside to regroup.
Al Laiman: You really have to keep your eyes on your opponents in these matches, even the smallest moment can turn the match against you.
In Tide’s absence, Usali and Andy lock up in the middle of the ring but Usali’s weight advantage allows him to power Andy into a headlock. Andy is resourceful though and quickly forces Basilisk into the ropes. On the return, Usali summons his strength and forces Mr. D to the mat with a shoulder block, then turns to the adjacent ropes and rushes. As he does, High Tide jumps onto the apron and pulls down the top rope, providing a low bridge that sends Usali tumbling to the outside in a heap.
Jerry Andrews: That damn pirate, always sneaking about!
Al Laiman: He’s a pirate, that’s what they do! Sneaking, drinking rum and pillaging!
As Andy attempts to get to his feet, High Tide sees an opening and jumps onto the top rope, springing off with a clubbing Dropkick to the chest that knocks Andy to the mat. Tide quickly jumps on top for the pin.
One…
Tw…NO!
Immediately Tide gets to his feet and looks to capitalise on his downed opponent. He turns to rush at the ropes but walks straight into a right hook from Usali who is stood on the apron. Recoiling back, Tide turns into another strike from a recovering Andy and bounces backward into another ruthless punch from Usali. The two pieces of bread to High Tide’s ham in this punch sandwich continued to bounce Tide back and forth like a ping pong ball with the crowd counting along until they reach something well on the way to twenty.
Jerry Andrews: High Tide’s being beaten to a pulp here!
Al Laiman: It’s the rum, it numbs the pain.
Finally the Rated ARRRRR Superstar has enough and dives out of the way of yet another strike to the face, taking refuge outside the ring again. Instead of going after him, the other two competitors focus on each other once more, this time with Andy attacking first. Usali is able to block the shot though and grabs Andy’s head. The Grand High Exalted One points to the nearest turnbuckle and the fans chant is agreement, causing Usali to oblige them by slamming Andy’s face into the padding. Andy stumbles backwards into the ring as Usali begins to climb from the outside and scout his man. Turning around, Andy sees the wildly rotating figure of Basilisk launching his way toward him and is unable to move as he nails a spectacular Dragonrana, landing in a pinning predicament.
One…
Two….
TH…NO!
Out of nowhere High Tide’s boot connects with the masked face of Basilisk, with Tide’s foot being hurt more than Usali’s head yet still breaking the pin.
Jerry Andrews: The pirate just kept himself in this match.
Al Laiman: And Andy, thanks to Tide he still has a chance.
With Usali stunned Tide takes his chance and grabs his baggy black cloak, using it to toss him over the top rope with an audible thud on the outside. Turning his attentions to Andy, the scurvy seadog attempts to pull him to his feet but receives a slap to the gut for his troubles. Tide stumbles back into the ropes and bounces back into a vicious enziguri kick to the side of his head. Somehow, through determination or will of rum, High Tide keeps his feet but not for long as Andy hits the ropes and nails a Running STO.
Jerry Andrews: Andy D is cooking with gas now!
Without missing a heartbeat Andy goes straight to the ropes and springs off the middle, flying head over heels with a perfectly formed springboard moonsault.
One…
Two…
THREE!
NO!
Basilisk flies under the bottom rope to break up the pin at the very last moment. The crowd gasps as Joseph Buckland holds up only two fingers while Andy and Usali get to their feet. Usali gets to his feet first and is able to hit a High Leg Clothesline followed by a second. With Andy dazed, Usali seizes him in a powerbomb position and transitions into the Crucifix, ready to drive Andy down with the Ascension Bomb. Kicking and flailing, Andy manages to squirm free from Usali’s deity grasp before nailing a dropkick that knocks him back right into a refreshed High Tide and a Pirates Code School Boy.
One…
Two…
THR…NO!
Andy just gets to break the pin in time and all three men reach their feet. High Tide is the first to strike with an elbow to Usali’s neck but is quickly followed by Usail nailing Andy and then Andy completing the circle by smashing Tide in the jaw. The sequence continues until Andy falls to the side, leaving only Tide and Usali to slug it out. Hit after hit impacts until, perhaps surprisingly, the pirate is the victor and knocks Basilisk into a daze.
Jerry Andrews: That pirate sure has strong elbows.
Tide takes Usali and whips him into the ropes before going for a clothesline… but the Dreeup has some wits about him and ducks the block. What he isn’t witty enough to anticipate, however, is Andy D waiting by the ropes to throw him over the top rope again. After dispatching Usali, Andy turns but is met with a determined Tide who rushes at him and attempts to hit his Tilt A Whirl DDT.
Jerry Andrews: Lay With The Fish!
Al Laiman: Not quite!
Andy manages to roll through the DDT and back to his feet, but Tide is quite so fast and is only to his knee when…
Jerry Andrews: Dragon’s Bite!
Andy is slow to react having hit his signature Shining Wizard and is about to crawl into a pin when Usali comes out of nowhere, wrapping himself around Andy with his Guillotine Choke hold having freshly skinned a cat to return to the ring.
Al Laiman: The Gift is locked in, surely that’s it for Andy!
Mr. D’s arm stretches out in preparation to tap but he holds as long as he possibly can. Usali’s eyes begin to glow a haunting shade of red as he tightens the hold but still Andy resists. High Tide is stuck on his back and no help is coming but still he resists.
Jerry Andrews: Andy’s about to tap, he has to be!
Al Laiman: Wait… what the hell is Usali doing?
For no apparent reason, Usali lets go of the hold and allows Andy to breath once again when he was mere seconds from tapping. Instead of capitalising on his downed opponent, Usali decides inexplicably to remove himself from the ring and starts to make his way up the ramp to rabid confusion amidst the crowd. The same confusion does not come from Usali himself though, instead he can be heard muttering frustrated nonsense to himself as he disappears behind the curtain.
Jerry Andrews: Well… we have no idea what just happened but it appears we’re down to two competitors.
Al Laiman: I have an idea; Basilisk just lost him marbles and forfeited this match.
Andy D begins to get to his feet while High Tide also struggles up to a knee. The crowd chant for their favoured man and Andy responds by thrusting up to his feet and bursting forward with pure adrenaline. Before Tide can put up any guard, Andy nails a second crushing Dragons Bite and pins tiredly.
One…
Two…
THREE!
Jerry Andrews: Andy D wins! But I’m not sure even he knows how that happened.
Al Laiman: Something is seriously wrong inside Usali Basilisk’s head recently and this time it paid off for Andy.
Winner(s): Andy D via pinfall when Andy D pinned High Tide
So Crazy in Love...
Details: (The scene cuts to the backstage area where Basilisk is seen hurriedly walking down a corridor. He's clearly at odds with himself.)
Al Laiman: Perhaps...a therapist?
Jerry Andrews: well, he is an escaped mental patient, for Pete's sake!
(Wrapped up in his own inner turmoil, Basilisk doesn't even notice the North American Champion kicked back in a chair. Usali disappears down the hallway but the camera stays with Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith. Smith is the epitome of happiness as he cradles the belt in his warm arms like it's a newborn.)
Al Laiman: What the...?
(Crazy Boy seems to be whispering happy nothings to his shiny trophy and even goes so far as to pinch the belt's...er, cheek? This brings scattered laughter from the PCW Faithful, but Tyrone remains completely oblivious. The camera returns to the ringside area.)
MATCH TWO
Non-Title Singles Match
Sadistic (International ©) vs. Justin “Stormm” Michaels
Referee: Marcos Cruz
Match Details: The lights in the arena fade to the ominous orange glow that everyone loves to hate and the heavy guitar riffs to Breaking Benjamin's "I Will Not Bow" begins to play as the sounds of thunder and the flashes of lightning cause the crowd to erupt with jeers.
"FALL!"
As "I Will Not Bow" picks up the thunder stops, and the lights in the arena come back on with a mix of natural white and bright orange flashes. The camera pans around to get a glimpse at the fans reaction to Justin Michaels' opening appearance here tonight, and even a few rude gestures are caught on camera that probably should not have been.
"I will not fall, I will not fade, I will take your breath away."
Out through the curtain comes Justin "Stormm" Michaels, ignoring every rude gesture and thrown beer cup on his way to the squared circle. He makes his way down to the ring and climbs inside while taunting the crowd even further. Finally he settles in the corner, waiting for his opponent to make his way out.
Jerry Andrews: Stormm could give himself a real momentum boost by beating Sadistic here tonight.
Al Laiman: A win like that could put his confidence into overdrive all the way up to Mass Destruction.
As the opening to "Paint it Black" twangs over the speakers, the Phenom strolls out from the back; slowly and deliberately. In place of his regular nasty grin, however, is a rather serious expression that ceases to lift even as the fans boo him vehemently. Walking to the ring with purpose he rolls under the ropes, but this time he doesn’t climb the turnbuckles as he has something on his mind. He stands facing the referee, Marcos Cruz and lifts a microphone to his lips, clearly aggrieved by something.
Jerry Andrews: Looks like we’re about to hear from the Phenom.
Al Laiman: Did anyone expect this to go off without a hitch? Neither man is renowned for following the rules.
Sadistic: This match doesn’t happen until THAT biased son of a bitch leaves this ring.
Sadistic raises his free hand and points at the referee who looks shocked at the accusation that he is any less than honest. The crowd clearly feels the same as they boo and jeer hard at the Phenom who shakes it off with sinister ease.
Sadistic: That man cannot be trusted to call this match right down the middle after what I did to his no-good brother several weeks ago.
Jerry Andrews: At the hands of Sadistic and Non Compos Mentis, Marcos Cruz’s brother Manny received two devastating moves.
Al Laiman: I suspect Billy had more knowledge of what he was doing than NCM though, that man’s rotten to the core.
Sadistic takes a few steps closer to the referee who seems to back off in fear, not wanting the same treatment as his brother but not bailing from the ring either. Marcos certainly shows a small amount of resistance to the intense figure of Sadistic.
Sadistic: Tell me, Marcos, can Manny feel anything below his neck after the Sadistic DDT I gave him? How long do the doctors say it will be before he gets back to his "normal" life? I KNOW you’re aching to repay that suffering just a little bit, but you’re too weak to do it the proper way so you’ll try to screw me instead, isn’t that right?!
By now The Phenom is only a foot away from Marcos and practically screaming in his face while pushing the poor referee back toward the corner. To Marcos’ credit he doesn’t turn away and tries to hold his ground, while Stormm looks completely unaffected by the situation as he believes Sadistic’s distraction could play to his favour.
Sadistic: I will not wrestle this match out of protest unless Marcos Cruz is replaced by somebody who isn’t a cheating scumbag.
Looking almost like he will strike the referee to stop him refereeing this match, Sadistic raises his arm but is halted in this action with a sharp call from a familiar voice.
“Mr. Sadistic, stop right there!”
Onto the stage walks a figure from PCW’s past, not seen since the company returned over a year ago.
Jerry Andrews: That’s… Miguel Malone!
Al Laiman: Did he just call The Phenom ‘Mr. Sadistic’?
Jerry Andrews: Yes, I believe he just did.
Al Laiman: What a stiff!
Miguel Malone begins to make his way to the ring, dressed in a sharp business suit and with an expression of nervousness at facing Sadistic but excitement about being in front of the PCW cameras once again. Sadistic keeps his eyes on the PCW agent, whose role here isn’t clear, until he walks up the steps and into the ring.
Miguel Malone: Mr. Sadistic, I have been directed by PCW President Captain Alejandro Walker to come out here and inform you that if you have any problem with the choice of referee for the contest you should take it up with management personally, not come to the ring and… whine about it.
Jerry Andrews: And did I just hear Miguel accuse Sadistic of whining?
Al Laiman: Yes, I believe he just did.
Jerry Andrews: You can really tell Malone has never met Sadistic before, can’t you?
Sadistic turns from Marcos Cruz as Stormm looks more amused by the situation than worried. The former World Champion watches as the enraged Sadistic whips his free arm around and wraps it around the throat of Miguel, threatening to crush it and leave Malone suffocating in the middle of the ring.
Miguel Malone: Wait! Let me finish!
...Chokes out the struggling agent as he begs not to be put in a hospital bed like Manny Cruz. This time the furious Phenom decides to grant a second of mercy and releases Malone… for the moment. Straightening his suit and gathering his breath, Malone takes his time before speaking again.
Miguel Malone: … we do, however, believe that you have a point. Due the injuries ‘sustained’ by his brother, Marcos Cruz cannot be completely trusted to call this match in an even fashion.
The crowd disagrees whole heartedly with Malone’s assessment, but Stormm seems pleased as he relaxes in the corner, clapping nonchalantly.
Miguel Malone: Unfortunately all of the referees present tonight have been assigned to matches and are unavailable. So that leaves us with only one man in the arena tonight that has sufficient recent experience as a referee… this man!
Miguel points to the stage and a second later Joe Lynn Turner’s cover of AC/DC’s classic "Back In Black" hits to signal the entrance of The Man In Black, PCW’s Resident Rulebreaker…
Jerry Andrews: Johnny Vivacious!
Al Laiman: This does not bode well for Justin Michaels!
Before Johnny V can come out onto the stage, Stormm bursts out of his corner and finds that it’s his turn to grab Miguel around the neck. Miguel tries to escape but is too late as Michaels begins to take out his verbal frustrations on the agent. Vivacious’ music continues without the appearance from the man himself but Michaels is beyond reason, and apparently so is Sadistic who loses patience with these proceedings, grabs his International Title and rolls out of the ring.
Jerry Andrews: Where the hell is Sadistic going?
Al Laiman: This situation is clearly volatile and he doesn’t want any part of it.
Sadistic shrugs off the events happening in the ring and begins to walk up the ramp, but stops and looks back just in time to see Stormm snap at the words of Malone. Michaels lifts a knee straight into the gut, winding Miguel, but follows it up with a devastating and extra vicious Spinning Fisherman’s Slam.
Jerry Andrews: Force of Nature to Malone!
Al Laiman: I guess Stormm wasn’t pleased with what he heard… and now he’s leaving too.
Indeed Stormm goes the same way as Sadistic, passing him on the way up the ramp with an exchange of glaring expressions. Sadistic stays still, in fact looking quite annoyed as Stormm brushes him off and heads up the ramp without so much as an appearance from the promised referee, Johnny Vivacious.
Malone, barely able to move, falls out of the ring and catches the eye of Sadistic who is extremely unimpressed with being overshadowed by Stormm’s evilness. The devious grin reappears on his face and that has no good meaning for the prone PCW employee.
Jerry Andrews: I think Sadistic wants to let out some pent up frustration.
Al Laiman: God help Miguel, we might just be able to fit him into a shoebox after this.
Sadistic walks back down the ramp and stands over Miguel who in turn uses Sadistic as an aid to help him stand up. Inch by inch Miguel gets back to his feet and wearily looks at the face of his ladder until he finally realises who it is… at which point his expression turns to extreme horror. Like a rabbit in the headlights, Miguel doesn’t move as he takes a boot to the midsection and a neck-shattering Sadistic DDT on the outside that leaves him motionless.
Jerry Andrews: Dear god! Malone just got destroyed by Sadistic!
With a frankly sadistic smile, The Phenom looks very pleased with his handiwork and begins to walk back up the ramp. As he gets to the stage he is passed by the EMT’s who rush to attend to the severely battered body of Miguel Malone.
Jerry Andrews: That’s the first time we’ve seen Miguel since we've returned… and possibly the last time after that attack.
Al Laiman: And still no Johnny V… what the hell just happened?
No answer comes as Sadistic disappears behind the curtain and Trauma goes to a commercial break.
Winner(s): No Contest
Satisfaction Gives Way to Fright
Details: (The camera catches up with Billy Sadistic walking through the backstage area, the smug look of satisfaction plastered across his hairy mug. Any day Sadistic is able to drive a man's head into the cold, hard ground is a good day in his book. Hence the grizzly grin.
Sadistic: Miguel skull break-y. Miguel go night-night...
(Clearly amused with himself, Sadistic approaches an intersecting hallway and stops dead in his tracks. The camera is there to get a closeup of Sadistic's cautious Adam's Apple bob...for the silhouette of a man's shadow is projected against the far wall. A patient, sinewy man with wild Medusa hair traveling in all directions...
Jerry Andrews: If that's Grimm, Sadistic could be in a world of hurt!
Al Laiman: Indeed, Grimm seems to have a cerebral advantage over his older brother. Sadistic actually looks...frightened.
(Sadistic slowly rounds the corner...and lets out a huge sigh of relief.)
Sadistic: What in the hell are you doing here?
(The camera pans around the corner to find...Jeremy Bagwell? At least, it looks like Bagwell. Only a little more hairy and a lot more muscled. It appears the youngster has really come along way since his debut a year ago. His dirty blond hair has grown long and unruly and a thick fu manchu mustache adorns his once smooth face.)
Bagwell: Hey, Billy.
(Sadistic stares at his old protege and you can almost hear the cogs turning in his head.)
Sadistic: Jeremy, you're just the man I was looking for...
(Throwing his arm around Bagwell's shoulder, the two head off in the opposite direction...)
MATCH THREE
Non-Title Singles Match
LoKi (World ©) vs. Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith (North American ©)
Referee: Steve Shaw
Match Details: Both men are standing in the ring, eyeing each other up, a perfect opportunity for each man. For one it is a chance to show that he is the champion of champions, and for the other, a chance to show his prowess as a new champion. Referee Steve Shaw motions for the bell to ring and both men approach each other cautiously. It's a slow process as both men are sizing each other up, but suddenly Loki moves quickly, locking up with Crazy Boy.
Loki works quickly, planting Crazy Boy on his back with a quick snap suplex. He picks the North American Champion off the ground and irish whips him towards the turnbuckle and runs after him. With amazing agility Crazy Boy uses the turnbuckle to push himself up and over Loki as he comes in for a clothesline, causing the World Champion to run right into the turnbuckle. CB wastes no time, and Loki soon finds himself on his back, thanks to a Russian Leg Sweep.
Crazy Boy keeps up the attack, picking Loki off the ground and laying into him with a fury of lefts and rights. He lands a devastating dropkick, sending Loki into the ropes. Crazy Boy follows up with a clothesline, knocking Loki over the top ropes, and he turns around to catch his breath. However Loki doesn't fall to the outside of the ring, rather manages to grab a hold of the ropes as he goes over, and he is quickly back in the ring, unknown to the North American Champion.
Crazy Boy is completely oblivious to the fact that Loki is standing right behind him and doesn't even know what hits him as Loki unleashes a brutal Ragnarok on him! Loki is quickly back up on his feet, when suddenly Hans Zimmer's "Dream is Collapsing" hit's and Lantlas starts walking towards the ring! Loki is furiously yelling for the elf to leave, but the blue haired warrior slowly approaches nonetheless.
Suddenly a recovered Crazy Boy is up and before Loki knows it, he's the victim of a school boy pin! One....Two....Three! Loki kicks out at the same time, but Crazy Boy is up and celebrating! The crowd is cheering wildly having seen their North American Champion pull off the upset. The bell hasn't rang however and suddenly Loki hits CB in the back of the head with a vicious blow, knocking the man down. Loki locks him in Valkyrie's Wings! Crazy Boy still having no idea he hasn't won, tries to get to the ropes for some leverage, but Loki has the submission locked in tight and Crazy Boy has no choice but to tap! Steve Shaw motions for the bell to signal the end of the match, and only then does Loki release his hold.
Winners(s): LoKi via submission
Mass Destruction!
Details: (In the wake of the champion versus champion match, a quick promo hyping PCW's biggest show of the year, Mass Destruction, airs on the PCW-tron! Previews for the World Championship match between LoKi and Lantlas as well as the International Championship match between Sadistic and Grimm are shown. Notorious for pulling out all the stops at the yearly spactacle, it's best to expect the unexpected.)
MATCH FOUR
Singles Match
Lantlas vs. ?? w/LoKi
Referee: Eddie Lane
Match Details: LoKi is still in the ring peering down at Crazy Boy contemplating whether he should dole out a little more punishment when Hans Zimmer's serenade hits the speakers and out comes Lantlas. The Elven Warrior is greeted with a decent response from the crowd. While many have warmed up to PCW's gold standard, there are still some who are a little cautious to invest in the elf. Entering the ring, Lantlas locks his eyes on the World Champion. Not one to let Lantlas ruin his fun, LoKi bails out of the ring.
LoKi: Nice try! I'll be right back.
The Fallen Angel backpedals up the ramp as Trauma goes to commercial. Upon returning, Crazy Boy has made his way to the back and only referee Eddie Lane and Lantlas remain in the ring. LoKi brushes past the curtains with the stout German, Viktor Krauser, in tow. Viktor appears to be thumbing through a large sum of money. After counting the stack of bills, he folds it in half and tucks it into his shirt pocket before motioning to the back. Seconds later Machine ducks out from beneath the PCW-tron and heads down the ramp. LoKi can't wait for enormous Machine to destroy his nemesis, Lantlas.
Jerry Andrews: There are very few men that are larger than Lantlas Anduril, but Machine absolutely dwarfs him! Look at the size of this...this...thing!
All three men arrive at the bottom of the ramp as Lantlas waits patiently in the ring. Immediately, LoKi begins ordering Machine to enter the ring and destroy the elf. Machine just stands there and gazes down at LoKi but doesn't move. It doesn't take long for LoKi to grow frustrated and he quickly moves to Krauser with his demands. Left with no choice, Eddie Lane begins the mandatory ten-count.
Jerry Andrews: It wasn't too long ago that Lantlas defeated Machine. Can you guess how?
Al Laiman: Uh...by countout?
Jerry Andrews: *surprised* Yeah! How'd you know?
Al Laiman: Hmmm...maybe because I WAS THERE!
Eddie Lane continues to rattle off the count as LoKi sees his most recent investment going down the drain. Seconds later and Lane calls for the bell. Lantlas, not amused by the circus going on outside the ring, is awarded a second countout victory over the massive Machine - all without breaking a sweat.
Winner(s): Lantlas via countout
Bad Investment
Details: (LoKi is irate. So much so that he kicks Machine. Still, the giant German does nothing but watch the World Champion. Seeing that he is getting nowhere, he turns back to Krauser.)
LoKi: What did I just pay you for?! Nothing! I want my money back.
(Viktor bravely and defiantly stares at the World Champion. He most definitely does not return LoKi's money. LoKi grabs hold of Viktor's collar and it's at this point that the pudgy little German smiles. Reaching his right hand into his pocket, he raises his left hand between himself and the Fallen Angel and turns a thumbs down right in front of LoKi's face. Jerking his head in their direction, Machine obediently wraps one of his massive meathooks around LoKi's throat...much to the crowd's delight! LoKi quickly releases Krauser and holds his hands out as if to say "fair enough." Viktor places his arms behind his back and nods, causing Machine to release LoKi.)
Jerry Andrews: Probably not the best person to try bullying...
(Clearly annoyed with the whole situation, LoKi retrieves his belt and heads to the back. Lantlas continues to watch from inside the ring, showing all the emotion of a pet rock. Trauma goes to commercial.)
MATCH FIVE
Singles Match
Grimm vs.
Referee: Roberto Garcia
Match Details: Pure Class Wrestling returns just in time for the epic showdown between Phinehas Grimm and Sean Rhodes. The gong of the bell signals the entrance of Sean Rhodes as AC/DC plays the recently reformed former NA Champion to the ring. He receives a mixed reaction from the crowd, but he's definitely started to gain some followers amongst the Faithful. The lights dim and Grimm is out next, earning a pretty solid response from the fans. Wovenhand plays over the speakers as the Abomination of Desolation walks out from the back. There is a calm confidence about him as he enters the ring to face one of the toughest men to ever set foot in a PCW ring. Bobbo Garcia gives the gladiators a quick once over before starting the bout.
Rather than charge right in, the two veterans slowly circle each other. There is a short feeling out process of tying up and muscling each other to the ropes before they really get down to brass tacks. Rhodes attempts to use his size and strength to overpower Grimm, but the Crimson Demon uses his superior agility and footwork to outmaneuver the Born Psycho. Using some stiff strikes to keep Sean off balance, Grimm bounces off the ropes but only to have Rhodes catch him with a modified sideslam. Not one to squander an advantage, Rhodes gets his hands dirty and goes to work. Rhodes hits a powerslam and a pendulum backbreaker before attempting a brainbuster. Wiggling free, Grimm drops down behind and jacks Rhodes with a reverse DDT that garners a two-count. However, the-wrestler-formerly-known-as-NCM doesn't stay down for long. A Grimm hurricanranna attempt spirals out of control into a spinning powerbomb from Rhodes that results in a two-count.
Rhodes attempts to press forward but is painfully halted by a Grimm headbutt. And another. Rhodes retaliates with a European uppercut. Grimm connects with a roundhouse kick to the shoulder. Sean lands a boot to the mid-section. Both men nail big right hands simultaneously, causing them to stagger to opposite sides of the ring. Rhodes charges, as does Grimm, and both men knock each other off their feet with identical clotheslines. Garcia starts the ten-count...which the PCW Faithful politely count along with.
At eight, both men have regained their footing, although both are also showing signs of fatigue. Grimm lands a right. Rhodes lands a right. Grimm lands a right. Rhodes throws a right, but Grimm ducks, locks on a sleeper, and plants Sean with the Lament Configuration! Grimm makes the cover, but Rhodes kicks out at two and three-quarters! Grimm pulls the Born Psycho to his feet, but Sean quickly spins and connects with the Blunt Trauma! Grimm is down, and Rhodes makes the cover. Now it's Grimm's turn to get the shoulder up at two and three-quarters!
Waiting for Grimm to stand, Sean spears him back into the corner and then proceeds to punish him with some shoulder tackles to the abdomen. One tackle. Two tackles. Three tackles. Four ta - Grimm interrupts with a knee to the kisser! Nimbly hopping to the second turnbuckle, Phinehas locks in the head and tornados out of the corner to spike Rhodes with the Harvest in the center of the ring! Grimm slowly makes the cover...
...and that's when "Paint it Black" by the Rolling Stones hits. Grimm stands in the middle of the ring, his attention focused solely on the entrance. Not about to have somebody interfere in one of his matches, Garcia approaches the ropes ready to call for reinforcements should Sadistic emerge to interrupt the contest. And that's when Jeremy Bagwell enters through the crowd and lays a black baseball bat across the back of Grimm with a loud CRACK! The damage done, Bagwell rolls to the outside. Rhodes comes to, unaware of the sneak attack, and finds Grimm on his hands and knees. Sean quickly plants Grimm with the Fractured Mind and makes the cover. The music conveniently cuts out, allowing Garcia to turn and make the count. 1...2...3! At the 14 minute and 33 second mark, with some help from Jeremy Bagwell and his big, black bat, Sean Rhodes picks up the pinfall victory!
Winner(s): Sean Rhodes via pinfall
You Play, You Pay
Details: (With the Grimm's loss in the books, Bagwell quickly dives back into the ring with bat in hand. With his lean, muscular physique and unruly hairstyle, Bagwell bears a striking resemblence to Grimm.)
Al Laiman: So Jeremy Bagwell is running around as Sadistic's cronie again? I guess he didn't learn from the last time he decided to mess with Grimm...
(With Grimm still down on the mat, he's free pickin's for Jeremy Bagwell. That is, until Sean Rhodes spots Bagwell and his weapon. You can read Sean's face as he puts two and two together and realizes what went down. Bagwell stands over Grimm and raises the bat high overhead - and Rhodes steps in and slugs Jeremy hard in the gut, causing him to drop the bat! The fans erupt in cheers, but Bagwell fights back! This is a leaner, meaner Bagwell, and his punches land with force! He's got Rhodes rocked and he takes to the ropes. On the rebound, Sean stops him in his tracks with a boot to the stomach and POW! He destroys him with the Fractured Mind! The PCW Faithful love it!)
Jerry Andrews: Another Fractured Mind! This time on Jeremy Bagwell!
(Having wasted enough time on Sadistic's little bastard stooge, Rhodes heads to the back. Bagwell has been knocked silly, and as he tries to stand it's clear that he's not quite sure where he's at. And then he sees Grimm standing there waiting for him. With the bat.)
Jerry Andrews: Uh oh.
(Bagwell charges and takes a shot to the knee! Sizing him up, Grimm uses the bat to jab him in the guts! With Bagwell doubled over, Grimm returns the favor and smashes him across the back with the slugger! Bagwell is down and hurting in a bad way. Methodically, without emotion, Grimm climbs onto his back and begins to choke him out with said bat. Officials flood out from the back to pry Grimm off. Of course, Sadistic is nowhere to be seen. Commercial time.)[/color]