Trauma 115 Results

[Non Compos Mentis]

PCW Trauma: 115
Tuesday, July 3rd, 2012
Live on E! from the Pure Class Arena in Greenville, South Carolina

A Very Albany Introduction

Details: Trauma comes onto the air with typical aplomb, accompanied by a huge pyro display that singes the eyebrows of many a fan. The tune of ‘Survival of the Sickest’ by Saliva rings out through the arena as Jerry Andrews and Al Laiman assume their positions at ringside.

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Trauma 115. I am Jerry Andrews and he is…

Al Laiman: They know who I am, Andrews! Don’t treat the fans like idiots.

Jerry Andrews: Well what they may not know is the action we have tonight. Puro Power and Nacho Grande team to face LoKi and Areas, Sean Rhodes and Justin Michaels face off in a rematch of their number one contendership bout from Living A Legacy, and the AWA continue to take centre stage with three huge matches…

Suddenly the Tron switches from the Trauma logo to a brief moment of static. The PCW Faithful glare up at the screen and are unsure what to expect… right up until the point where the giant face of Whitey Ford pops up from the backstage area, looking overly amused and jovial. After a moment of giggling to himself, Whitey straightens himself up in a failing attempt to look serious.

Whitey Ford: Well, hello again, PCW faithful. I'm so glad to see you all here for our wonderful event!

With sarcasm positively dripping from his voice, Ford goes one step further and feigns a gagging motion to the displeasure of the fans. Paying no attention to their calls he continues.

Whitey Ford: I asked for this airtime to address you people to clear up a few things that people have been complaining about. Just to remind you, complaining is for losers and people destined to go nowhere in life. Just like all of you who bought tickets to watch the AWA beat the shit out of your PCW favorites.

Whitey gives a cocky grin as the fans rise up and show their dislike of the most vocal of the AWA group, shaking the arena with boos.

Whitey Ford: Some people are complaining that they don't know who we are, or pretending to be ignorant. By now, everybody knows that we are the best thing that this federation has ever seen, so please, for the sake of everyone's sanity, stop. We aren't a pink elephant in the corner, its ok to admit that we're real and we're a threat. As for us being a threat, some idiots are saying that we aren't powerful as one, but only a threat as a unit...a group. That’s absolute lunacy, and I'm speaking on behalf of the AWAssholes to disprove that theory

Al Laiman: AWAssholes… I like it.

Jerry Andrews: If it walks like a duck, quacks like a ducks and looks like a duck… you call it a duck.

Al Laiman: Anyone ever told you you’re a little obsessed with ducks?

Whitey Ford: We, the AWA, give our word that we will not get physically involved in any match except for our own. I won't kick Lantlas in the nuts for Monroe, I won't stab Machine in the eye for Jake Andrews...this will be an up and up episode of Trauma, just to show you all that we are...without a doubt...better than you!

As a chorus of boos rises through the arena at the pure arrogance of Ford, the Tron goes black and a hopefully fair and unperturbed Trauma gets underway with the first match.

MATCH ONE
Tag Team Match
"Puro Power!" Kaijin Shinryu & Nacho Grande vs. LoKi & Areas
Referee: Marcos Cruz

Details: The haunting beginning chords of, “Heavens a Lie” by Lacuna Coil signals the arrival of the first competitor here tonight- LoKi. The former PCW World Champion steps out on stage, and immediately gets an earful of jeers. As LoKi walks down the entrance ramp, there is a sense of unease about him, but he makes it into the ring without incident and waits for his tag team partner for the evening.

The mood changes from dreary to cheery, but not because LoKi's opponents come out, but because of the upbeat tempo of Weird Al's, “Eat It.” With his music playing, the tub of lard known as Areas steps out onto the entrance stage. Areas is carrying around an American Flag, but even though his music is awesome and he's being all Patriotic-like, he also gets an alarming number of jeers. Areas, dumbfounded, walks down to the ring. As he does so, he stares directly into the camera and claims, “I am a real American, and I'll fight for the right of every man. That even means you douches that are booing me. As long as, you too, are an American.” Areas gets into the ring and waves old glory, then walks over to LoKi and begins match chatter.

Tsunagi tometa kotae ga yuruyaka ni
Koroge chiru futashikana warutsu de

“PURRROOOOOO!”

“NAAACCCHOOO!”

CAUSE YOU GOTTA BE HANGIN' TOUGH
HANGIN' TOUGH, HANGIN' TOUGH!

An odd mash-up combination of “Shitataru Mouru” by Dir En Grey and “Hangin' Tough” by New Kids on the Block marks the arrival of “Puro Power!” Kaijin Shinryu and Nacho Grande. The two walk out on the stage together and the moment that they do the arena explodes with cheers. The duo slaps hands of fans as they walk down the ramp. Both men slide into the ring and then glare at their opponents.

The match starts after Nacho and Areas exit onto the apron, leaving LoKi and Puro in the ring. The action begins with LoKi immediately attacking Puro with a quick clothesline following the bell. LoKi continues with a succession of quick clotheslines as Puro keeps getting knocked down and back up again. Finally that session ends when instead of a clothesline, Puro ducks and knocks LoKi down with a hip toss. Puro holds onto the hip toss, and locks LoKi in an armbar. LoKi quickly makes it to the ropes, which breaks the hold.

Angered by the blatant attack from LoKi before the bell, Kaijin doesn’t pull back. Instead he slaps LoKi straight across the chest with a brutal Open Handed Chop. As The Fallen Angel tries to struggle back to his feet he receives another couple of chops across the chest that light him up just in time to join the rest of the July 4th Fireworks. Whipping LoKi across the ring, Shinryu drops his head for a Back Body Drop only to get caught with a Snap Swinging Neckbreaker.

LoKi tags out to Areas who comes in and immediately goes to work with a Snap Suplex and a Jumping Knee Drop across the chest. He pins but only reaches a two count before refocusing on his opponent with a vicious combination of rights and a Running Knee to the side of the head. Again Areas pins but reaches a two.

Frustrated, he goes for a finish with an impressive Lionsault but Kaijin moves out of the way, watching Areas crash and burn. Watching him recover, Puro waits for his moment and delivers a Lariato before following it with a second and finally a huge O Soto Gari, or STO. Instead of pinning, Shinryu begins to make his way toward his corner to tag out to Nacho Grande… only for LoKi to come out of nowhere and land an illegal boot to the back and drag him into the middle again. Retreating to the apron, LoKi makes the tag and goes back on the offensive to a chorus of boos.

With Shinryu already weakened, LoKi lands a quick running dropkick to the face and locks in a grounded Full Nelson hold and wrenches. The referee checks for a submission but Puro resists… Powerfully. So powerfully, in fact, that he forces himself up to his feet. LoKi has other plans though, as he attempts to hit the Baal and the Dragon Suplex. Still Puro is too powerful for him though as he fights back, throwing himself forward to roll out of the move.

LoKi gets to his feet and rushes back at his opponent, walking straight into a hand around his throat. Puro sets up for the Puroresu Chokeslam but LoKi lifts a knee into his gut to cut off the move and quickly lifts him up for a Conviction Buster. The whole crowd holds their breathe, anticipating the end of Shinryu, but somehow he manages to roll through and land on his feet. Out of desperation, Shinryu spins around and throws a ferocious Rolling Back Chop straight into the unprotected neck of LoKi. Both men collapse but as they recover Shinryu finds the awareness to jump into his corner and tag out.

Nacho pounces like a house on fire, leaping onto the top rope and springing off into a Cross Body on a recovering LoKi. Nacho jumps back to his feet and lands a running Dropkick on Areas in the corner, knocking him off the apron. He turns to find LoKi running toward him and reacts with a snap Arm Drag, much to the delight of the fans. The determined Fallen Angel climbs to his feet and sprints back onto the be caught again, and again before finally being hit with a leaping Hurricanrana.

Again both men jump back to their feet and Nacho rushes forwards. As he does, LoKi ducks and lifts him over the top rope, landing him on the apron. LoKi turns to attack but receives a shoulder to the gut, allowing Nacho a chance to leap over the top with a Sunset Flip. Mid move, LoKi suddenly drops into a straddle pin and waits until the referee is out of position before grabbing hold of the ropes for extra leverage. One… Two… Three! It’s over and Nacho looks on in disbelief as LoKi seems to celebrate his tainted victory.

Winners: LoKi and Areas via Pinfall

Man In The Shadows

Details: As Nacho and Shinryu mourn their loss in the ring they're blindsided with a double clothesline courtesy of the Fallen Angel. Kaijin Shinryu is knocked over the ropes and lands awkwardly in a heap at the foot of the ring. Nacho fairs slightly better than his partner as he manages to hold on to the ropes and lands on the apron.

His luck quickly runs out as Loki begins to drag him through the second rope. With Nacho's feet supported by the second rope, Loki spikes his head into the mat with a sickening DDT.

Loki is on hands and knees, screaming at the fallen Luchador. The disrespect continues as Loki begins to slap Nacho on the back of the head as he tries to rise. On his knees, Nacho tries to fight back. Firing one, two, three shots into Loki's midsection. His efforts are in vain as Loki fires back a knee to chest that drives the air from his lungs.

Nacho, refusing to give up, fights to pull himself to his feet using the ropes. But he stumbles and walks right into an earth shattering Ragnarok from Loki. Nacho lays un-moving as Loki stares down at him in contempt.

Sneering at his fallen former friend, Loki moves to exit the ring a huge blast rocks the stage and causes him to fall backwards. As his vision begins to clear all he can see is words burning on the Tron.

"For God did not spare angels that sinned, but cast them into hell, delivering them to be kept there in pits of gloom till the judgement and their doom."

Loki stares at the fiery words before his attention is drawn to the stage. Standing in the shadows is a lone figure, his face obscured. The shadowy figure locks eyes with Loki. Slowly, almost menacingly he raises a single finger to his mouth.

"Shhhhhhhh"

PCW goes to a commercial break with the whole crowd stunned into silence by this mystery figure.

A Word With MONROE

Details: Shane Dodge: I’m outside of the AWA superstar’s locker room and I’m about to talk one of the two men in tonight’s main event. They took PCW by storm, and tonight they have a chance to do so in a big way. Ladies and Gentlemen, MONROE.

The camera zoomed out to reveal that of MONROE standing next to the locker room door way. Pressing his body to the wall, he gave little inclination of excitement as Shane Dodge introduced him to the world at large. He was ready for the match – at least it seemed so – as he was already wearing his PVC hoodie and aviators, his skeleton mask was nowhere to be seen.

Shane Dodge: First I’ve got to ask the question that is on everybody’s mind: do you think you even have a chance tonight against Lantlas?

With that, a soft smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth and was soon followed by a bit of a snicker. Standing up straight, he looked down at Shane Dodge and began to speak.

MONROE: I’ve got a question for you, do you mind?

His voice was deep, and his words were thick with a calculated drawl to them. Shane Dodge simply looked to MONROE and nodded his head, and with the mention from the Interviewer MONROE continued.

MONROE: Do you even think Lantlas has a chance against me, tonight?

Shane displayed a look of mild confusion. Not because he didn’t understand the question, but because he wasn’t sure if MONROE was serious about it. The crowd in attendance seemed to share the same disbelief, as the jeers began to rain down. Shane wasted very little time in following up.

Shane Dodge: Lantlas is a PCW Hall of Famer. He’s the current World Champion, and one of the most dominating superstars PCW, and perhaps the industry itself, has ever seen. Don’t you think a question like that is a bit arrogant?

The expression on MONROE’s face didn’t change, and the rumblings from the AWA locker room seemed to grow louder and louder with each passing moment. Shane Dodge looked as though he was anxious for a big answer, and that is when MONROE spoke.

MONROE: Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t. But which man is more arrogant: the man who thinks he has more of a chance that others credit him with or the man who doesn’t credit his opponent at all?

MONROE didn’t waste any time, once he finished the statement he hastily made his way back into the AWA locker room and left the crowd, and Shane Dodge with no answers and possibly even more questions than they had before the interview.

MATCH TWO
Singles Match
Alexander Jericho vs. Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith
Referee: Roberto Garcia

Details: PCW Trauma comes back from a break to find Alexander Jericho already in the ring, performing a few stretches before his opponent arrives. As he does, ‘10000 Watts of Artificial Pleasure’ hits and out comes his rival Tyrone ‘Crazy Boy’ Smith to a bit pop from the crowd. He makes his way to the ring, barely removing his eyes from his opponent.

Climbing onto the apron, Crazy Boy motions to the fans but is blindsided by his opponent before the bell has an opportunity to ring. After a clubbing blow to the side of the head, Jericho looks to haul Smith into the ring with a Hip Toss but in mid-air he reverses it into an Arm Drag of his own. As Jericho gets back to his feet he rushes forward, right into a second Arm Drag and shortly after a third. Both men climb to their feet but Jericho is caught with a Jumping Heel Kick to the face. Smith covers for a one and a half.

As Smith gets to his feet he whips a recovering Jericho into the ropes and ducks for a Back Body Drop, only to invite a boot to the face. Momentarily stunned, this allows Jericho a chance to attack as he goes for a Clothesline, but CB ducks and nails a Jumping Neckbreaker on Jericho. Again Smith drags Jericho to his feet and signals to the crowd for one of his trademark manoeuvres… the Crazy Airline: Destination Samoa. Lifting his opponent onto his shoulders, Crazy Boy begins to spin around wildly, disorienting Jericho more and more with every second until finally drilling him down with a Samoan Drop right in the middle of the ring.

Everyone knows what’s coming when Smith, slightly off balance yet determined to climb, moves toward the corner. Quickly he ascends to the top and throws himself off, hitting the 450 Splash he names the Crazy Spin to secure the three count in decisive fashion.

Winner: Tyrone Smith via Pinfall

Bombs Away

Details: Brief static fills the screen, with very faint imagery of a WWII-era plane opening its hatch. A bomb is dropped, and the whistle from the falling increases in volume, louder and louder, until the footage is cut to black with the shell mere inches from the ground. The expected sound of explosion is replaced with explosive silence, accompanied by two lines of text on the screen.

"Darren 'The Bomber' Hughes"
"Debut in 2 weeks..."

Laughter is heard as the text fades, then a man's voice through the static.

"Duck and cover..."

Back to ringside, the crowd appears fired up for the next match, having not seen the aforementioned clip.

MATCH THREE
Non-Title Triple Threat Match
Grimm (INT ©) vs. "The Solution" Jake Andrews vs. Machine w/Usali Basilisk
Referee: Joseph Buckland
Match Details: "Devour" by Shinedown hits the PA system and clips of "The Solution" administering some impressive offense against his hapless foes begins to roll across the PCW-tron. The former multiple-time AWA World Champion and current AWA$$hole makes his way confidently down the ramp, not caring much about the obscenities being thrown in his direction.

Jerry Andrews: Jake Andrews looks cocky as ever.

Al Laiman: Not cocky...confident. There's a difference.

Jerry Andrews: Well, he must not realize whom he's facing tonight.

Al Laiman: Hey, Jerry...are you and Jake related?

Jerry lets out a deliberate sigh. Frou Frou's "Holding Out For A Hero" hits and the lights go dim. The music is met with a mixed response from the PCW Faithful. Usali is out first, garbed in black robe and silver ceremonial mask. He turns and calls for his Golden Gargantuan, Machine. Ducking so that he doesn't hit his head on the bottom of the PCW-tron, Machine steps through the curtain covered in a giant golden robe. The behemoth follows Usali down to the ringside area.

Jerry Andrews: You can't fully appreciate the size of Machine until you see him in person...

Al Laiman: Apparently they're content just standing at ringside.

Again, the lights are extinguished as "Winter Shaker" by Wovenhand builds over the speakers. The fans come to their feet as the most feared...and one of the most respected...men in PCW history strolls out onto the stage. The International Championship fastened around his waist, the Abomination of Desolation heads down to the squared circle.

Jerry Andrews: Phinehas Grimm, the reigning International Champion, has held that title for nearly four months after destroying his brother, Billy Sadistic, at Mass Destruction 2.

Al Laiman: Either Jake Andrews doesn't know that he's supposed to be scared, or he just doesn't care.

Sure enough, Grimm's music hasn't even stopped when he's assaulted by Jake Andrews as he rolls into the ring! The fans begin booing as the Solution stomps away on a blindsided Grimm. Referee Buckland is able to retrieve Grimm's championship belt as Jake continues to wail away on the International Champion. Oddly, Machine stays put on the outside of the ring beside Basilisk.

Al Laiman: Is Machine just going to sit this one out?

Jerry Andrews: I'm trying to figure out why Bucky Joe hasn't counted him out.

Machine continues to stand motionless at ringside. Andrews proceeds to wreck shop against Grimm in the early goings. Capitalizing on his momentum, Andrews takes to the air. Flying clotheslines and missile dropkicks keep the International Champion off kilter and a moonsault even scores a nearfall. At this point, fellow AWA invader Whitey Ford emerges from the back to a chorus of boos.

Al Laiman: What's this character doing out here?

Jerry Andrews: It looks like he's coming this way...

Careful to walk around the ring on the opposite side of Machine and Basilisk, Ford helps himself to the commentator's table and snags himself a headset.

Whitey Ford: Greetings, douchebags.

Jerry Andrews: ...

Al Laiman: ...

Whitey Ford: Oh, don't worry. I won't get involved.

The fight continues in the ring with Andrews coming off the top rope...right into a Grimm thrust kick to the point of the jaw! The crowd erupts. Grimm snaps Andrews to the mat with a crisp belly-to-back suplex and covers him for a two-count. A series of Hangtown headbutts is followed up by a brainbuster and another nearfall. At this point, Whitey stands to get Grimm's attention. Grimm takes notice and moves towards the edge of the ring. This is all the opening Jake needs to deliver a running clothesline that topples both men to the outside! Both men are down momentarily, but Grimm is the first to pull himself to his feet with some help from the commentator's table.

SLAP!

Whitey slaps the taste out of Grimm's mouth and the fans are quick to voice their displeasure! Andrews is back up and he quickly tosses Grimm back into the ring and follows him in.

Jerry Andrews: I thought you weren't going to get involved...

Whitey Ford: A slap isn't getting involved.

Jerry Andrews: Oh.

The Solution plants Phinehas with a sidewalk slam inside the ring and signals that it's time for the end. Andrews lifts Grimm for the Ultimate Solutions, but Grimm counters into a roll up for a two-count. A series of acrobatic counters leads Andrews right into the Foddershock, compliments Phinehas Grimm! Grimm is about to put the finishing touches on Andrews when the lights begin to flicker. The PCW-tron begins to glow and the silhouette of a man with wild hair a bushy mutton chops materializes.

"Please allow me to introduce myself. I'm a man of wealth and taste."

Jerry Andrews: Oh, God. It's him!

"I've been around for a long, long year. Stole many a man's soul and faith."

Whitey Ford: Who?

Al Laiman: You don't wanna know.

Grimm turns his attention from Andrews to the big screen. Meanwhile, on the outside, Machine has suddenly jolted to life and pulled himself up onto the ring apron. Stepping over the top rope, Machine takes the center of the ring as the PCW-tron fades out. Grimm and Jake slowly turn to find the Giant German in their midst. Thinking quickly, Grimm points at the Solution with one hand while holding out a thumbs up on the other, shades of Viktor Krauser. Grimm then gives Machine the "KILL" command by turning the thumb down. In an ironic twist, Machine latches a giant meat hook around the Crimson Demon's throat and plants him with the Goozle! Jake sees his opportunity to strike and throws a pair of forearms the giant's back. Andrews hits the ropes and charges, but runs right into a big boot from the big guy! Pulling Andrews off the mat, Machine locks him in and spikes him with...a Sadistic DDT?

Jerry Andrews: Did I see that right? It looked like Machine just executed the Sadistic DDT.

Placing a giant paw on Jake's chest, Machine picks up the three-count.

Winner: Machine via Pinfall

Reboot

Details: Machine’s music hits but the first action at ringside is the disgruntled form of Whitey Ford getting up from his seat and moving around to collect his AWA companion. As he passes Usali Basilisk he gives a hateful stare but refrains from a confrontation in favour of picking Jake Andrews off the ground and moving off to prepare for his match.

Following his victory, Machine climbs back to his feet and totally stalls. There is no celebration or even a solitary movement as Grimm comes to his senses in the middle of the ring. As the bleary-eyed Lord of Misrule collects his senses, he stares up at the motionless Machine only to see… a wink? And a smile?

Jerry Andrews: Did… did you see that Al?

Al Laiman: See what? I didn’t see anything?

Jerry Andrews: I could have sworn Machine just winked at Grimm!

Al Laiman: All I see is the same old Machine, Jerry. You need a check-up!

Indeed, as the camera refocused on the face of the colossal Machine he looks just as stone-faced and still as always, as if he has shut down. Usali moves around the ring until he is staring at Machine’s stationary face, then he begins to call his giant minion to exit the ring.

The servant refuses to answer the master though, instead staying completely still even as the calls of Basilisk get louder and louder. The surreal scene continues until, finally, Machine sparks into life as if somebody simply flicked a switch in his head. There is no acknowledgment of emotion about his victory and any notion of a smile or wink is gone. Instead he walks past the bewildered Grimm, still unsure of what he saw, and out of the ring to join his master. Without hesitation, both men walk off into the back leaving even the most resilient and feared of men without an answer.

MATCH FOUR
Six-Man Tag Team Match
"The Ego" MJW; Whitey Ford; Gregory "Ripper" Kennedy vs. vs. Andy D (N.A. ©); High Tide; Jules "The Wasp" Martins
Referee: Eddie Lane

Details: The next match kicks off with the AWAssholes Trio making their entrances together to a massive collection of jeers from the crowd, not least because of Whitey’s antics just a few minutes earlier. What little attention they pay to the fans is purely negative and antagonistic but eventually they reach the ring and the tone of the arena shifts.

It shifts because ‘You Are A Pirate’ by Alestorm hits and prompts the arrival of both High Tide and Jule Martins. Angered by their recent beatdowns from the AWA, they look unusually focused as they make their way toward the ring. Shortly after they arrive in the ring, Andy D makes his entrance to an even greater ovation from the PCW faithful. Even the normally light-hearted fan favourite only has eyes for his opponents.

Once he makes his way in the ring, referee Lane signals for the bell. Whitey and Jule Martins start off and go for a tie up, but Ford is quick to go to his underhanded tactics with a boot to the gut. Ford follows it up with a collection of elbow strikes to the head. With Wasp stunned, Ford executes a Snapmare followed by a jarring soccer kick to the back. Quickly he tags out to ‘The Ego’ MJW who attacks with a combo of Elbow Drops across the chest. Having a hankering for something a little more impactful, MJW climbs to the middle turnbuckle and tags out to Gregory Kennedy before leaping off and hitting a huge Elbow Drop to the heart.

As if enough damage wasn’t done already, MJW holds Martins down while Ripper nails a stomp to the face. A pin only leads to a one count and Ripper drags Martins back to his feet. Locking him up for a Suplex attempt, Ripper lifts him into the air only for him to slip out of the backdoor. As Kennedy turns around he receives a boot to the gut and a snap DDT, allowing him to tag out to Andy D.

D goes on the offensive straight away, hitting a Snap Suplex to the recovering opponent. He follows it up with a running Leg Drop across the throat of Kennedy and a pin for a one count. Pulling Ripper to his feet, Andy hits the ropes and rebounds with a Clothesline that his opponent ducks. Andy carries his momentum into the opposite ropes and returns with a huge Running STO. With Ripper down, Andy goes to the ropes, springs off the middle and hits a spectacular Lionsault. Mr D pins but is interrupted at two by an illegal boot to the back from MJW.

As the referee forces MJW to the outside of the ring, Ford sneaks into the ring a sick Enziguri kick to the back of Andy’s head, a move he likes to call the Hangover From Hell. Jumping out of the ring he watches Ripper move into a pin. One… Two… T... NO!

Andy gets his shoulder up but Ripper puts it back down with a stomp to the chest. Instead of tagging out to his fresher teammates, Ripper goes it alone and pulls Andy back to his feet before hauling him into the air for his Vertical Bomb. This time Andy reverses out of the move and hits a sudden Enziguri that knocks him to a knee. Just as he’s about to go for the Dragon’s Bite, Ford and MJW rush the ring, attacking him with numerous blows.

After Andy is neutralised they turn to the opposing corner, only to find Tide and Wasp already inside. They meet in the middle with a volley of blows until the AWAssholes gain the advantage and whip their opponents into the ropes where they cling on. Both Ford and MJW rush forward and attack with Stereo Clotheslines, but the PCW Dynamic Duo duck and respond with a tandem of vicious Superkicks, knocking Whitey and ‘The Ego’ to the outside.

Tide grabs Andy and pulls him to the corner where he climbs outside and tags himself in. By now Ripper is recovering but is met with a crushing Spear from the Rated ARRRRRR Superstar. On a wave of adrenaline, Tide grabs his downed opponent, hauls him up and nails the devastating ‘Lay With The Fish’ Tilt a Whirl DDT, covering for the three count.

Winners: High Tide, Jule Martins and Andy D via Pinfall

Great, More AWAssholes!

Details: As Greg Kennedy rolls out of the ring clutching his head, his AWAsshole comrades look less than pleased with his efforts. High Tide, Wasp and Andy remain in the ring to celebrate, each taking a side of the ring as their opponents verbally berate their hurting partner. To his credit, Kennedy looks to be holding his own in the argument and soon it dies down.

While the crowd are in raptures at the victory of their favourites, something catches their eye. A figure vaults the security barrier on the side of the ring Jule Martins is celebrating by and grabs the leg of the PCW babyface. Dragging the surprised superstar out of the ring, the mystery man launches him headfirst into the security barrier.

As boos begin to ring out through the arena, neither of the others in the ring know what is going on. Finally High Tide looks over to where his partner should be and notices the black clad man standing outside next to the swatted Wasp. He makes a move to attack, but as he leans through the ropes he gets clocked by an uppercut to the jaw and dragged to the outside. This time Tide meets the same end as Wasp, impacting the barrier dome first.

Still Andy is celebrating in the ring and doesn’t realise that the AWAssholes are working in cahoots with this unknown individual...

Al Laiman: Wait, I know who that is! It's...it's Korey Kill from the AWA!

Jerry Andrews: More AWA guys...great. Just great.

(...slowly surrounding the ring as he hops onto the apron. Finally Andy turns to see the shadowy interloper and immediately goes on the defensive. Awaiting an attack, Andy’s head is on a swivel as he tries to keep track of all four men.

The standoff goes on for a few seconds until Korey simply laughs in the face of Mr. D and jumps off the apron, joining up with his buddies on the outside. Left confused by what just happened, Andy watches as the AWAssholes and their new ally disappear up the ramp.

MATCH FIVE
Singles Match
Sean Rhodes vs. Justin "Stormm" Michaels
Referee: Tyrone Little

Details: “Hell’s Bells” by AC/DC plays on the PA system, and out comes “Non Compos Mentis” Sean Rhodes, who looks determined to win this match. The fans give the number one contender to Lantlas’ PCW World Championship a mixed reaction, but the diehard Rhodes fans cheer loudly for the PCW legend.

“Enemies” by Shinedown plays on the PA. The fans are jeering as Justin “Stormm” Michaels steps onto the stage, while soaking up the fans’ hatred. He enters the ring, and the two competitors square off. Before all hell can break loose, Little signals for the bell and both men lock up. Rhodes gets the early advantage with a headlock but is thrown into the ropes. Michaels ducks his head but Rhodes charges at him, bashing his right knee into the side of Michaels’s head.

There is a glazed over look on Justin “Stormm” Michaels’s face. Sean Rhodes pulls his opponent to his feet, kicks him in the gut, and throws another knee into the side of Michaels’s head. He goes for the cover, thinking he has won the match, but Michaels kicks out at two. Keeping up the attack, Rhodes drives a collection of elbows down into the heart of his opponent but still can’t secure the pinfall.

Dragging Michaels to his feet, Rhodes sets up for a Uranage slam but Justin Michaels is ready for him. He lashes out with a couple of elbows to the head and throws him over his head with a Belly-to-Belly Suplex. Rhodes meets crash and burn for the first time this match-up, and it certainly won’t be his last.

Stormm capitalises with a volley of knee drops straight across the sternum of his opponent and then lifts him to his feet. Locking in a Double Underhook hold, Stormm hauls Rhodes into the air and drives him down with a Double Underhook Suplex before rolling through. Returning both of them to their feet, Stormm keeps the hold and nails a sick Tiger Driver. One… Two… TR..NO!

As Stormm pulls his opponent back up, Rhodes lashes out with a slug to the gut and loosens his grasp. Both men begin to exchange blows with vicious power and accuracy, neither man gaining the advantage. Both men are battling back and forth, jockeying for position to get the upper hand over the other. Stormm finally swings for a massive clothesline that Rhodes ducks, scooping him up for a slam instead. With some of his awareness still left, however, Stormm drops out of the move.

Improvising his attack, NCM goes for his spinning back-fist, but Stormm ducks in time. To make sure another spinning back-fist doesn’t happen again, Stormm shoves Rhodes toward the ropes where he clings. Before Rhodes can recover, Stormm Clotheslines him over the top and out of the ring, but NCM pulls Stormm with him. Both men land hard on the outside and the official, Tyrone Little, begins the dreaded 10-count…

1… 2...3...4...

There is stirring between both combatants.

6...7...

Justin Michaels is the first one to this feet. Sean Rhodes follows suit.

8… 9...

Justin Michaels slides into the ring and just before the 10 count Rhodes dives in to follow him and beat the count. Rhodes is on his feet first, grabbing a handful of Justin Michaels’s hair. He pulls him to his feet and looks to hit his signature Evenflow DDT. Stormm fights back with a couple of punches to the ribs and reverses out into his Reverse Sambo Suplex. He attempts to drive Rhodes down but he in turn reverses into a desperation Snapmare.

As Stormm rolls back to his feet, Rhodes his a kick to the gut and looks for his Fractured Mind finisher. Before he can pull off the finisher—and most likely the win—a figure comes running down the ramp.

Lindsay Matthews rushes down to the ring, yelling at Rhodes to let go of her man. Rhodes catches wind of this and relinquishes his hold on Michaels. Wasting precious time he turns and yells at Matthews to leave ringside. This gives Michaels the opportunity to recover, though it doesn’t seem like he knows what is going on. With a blatant opportunity there for the taking he rolls Rhodes up with a surprise School Boy pin and gets the three count.

Winner: Justin Michaels via Pinfall

An Unexpected Visit

Details: (Following the match between Stormm and Sean Rhodes, the feed switches to an office in the backstage area. Due to the décor on the wall, the most notable being a large, smiling portrait of “The Captain” Alejandro Walker, the bet of this being the office of the PCW President is a safe one. And moments later, that bet is paid out when it reveals “The Captain” standing in-front of a desk, grinning.)

“The Captain” Alejandro Walker: Well, I'll be a cow's milker, it's always a nice to see you 'round these parts.

(The camera pans out, showing the person Walker was talking to happens to be former PCW World Champion Pegasus. Pegasus, decked out blue jeans and a cut-off white jean jacket, smiles and out-stretches his hand. Walker instinctively reaches out and shakes Pegasus's hand. After the handshake, Pegasus speaks.)

Pegasus: It's always good to be here. Although, the last time I was hear, well...Alan Christopher didn't really welcome me the best way, if you know what I mean. How is Alan's recovery going, by the way?

The Captain: It's goin'. We don't want to rush anything. He'll be back when he's good an' ready. But I AM glad you are here. I wanted to talk to you about the upcoming Pay-Per-View, Return to Glory...

(Before Walker could finish his sentence, that 'EEeeerrrnnnttt' sound of a door opening can be heard. Walker's face goes from one of joviality to seriousness right away. Pegasus, with a look of uncomfortableness speaks, before walking out.)

Pegasus: Uh...alright, Cap. It's always good to see you. I'll get back to you later and we can...uh, chat about Return to Glory. Take it easy.

(As Pegasus walks by to exit, he passes by PCW Owner “The Icemann” Luis Malave. Although the feed isn't of the arena, the audible sound of the PCW Faithful popping at Mr. Malave's image can be heard to the viewers at home. Pegasus walks out and Luis moves more into frame before speaking.)

“The Icemann” Luis Malave: The horse? “The One Man Losing Streak?” What was he doing here?

The Captain: Just stopped by for a visit. Hang out with the boys. Talk some business.

The Icemann: Whatever. As long as he doesn't stink up the joint, he's fine. So, I've been mauling over what I wanted to do about your obvious biased behavior at Trauma 114...

The Captain: ...I wasn't tryin' to be no biased!

The Icemann: Whatever your intentions were, they failed miserable. It came off extremely biased. And I thought we got rid of that kind of behavior when Skylar Marshall was sent down to Havoc Inc. Though, I find it odd none of the AWAssholes took me up on my offer to erase that bogus loss you gave them. Either way, I was all set to come in here and suspend you, but I liked how you rebounded in your approach this week, so I'm going to let you ride it out for now.

But I need to know, what do you exactly have going on for Return to Glory? The Pay-Per-View is about a month away, and with only The Iceys coming up, and then only one Trauma after that, I need to know what the plan is. You haven't announced nothing as of yet, besides Lantlas and Rhodes.

The Captain: I've been meanin' to submit my ideas to you, but I've been havin' trouble workin' this Gotnabbit computer. I was thinkin' about...

The Icemann: ...Hush all that. I already know where I want to go with some of these guys. MJ Windsor and Whitey Ford seem to like competition, and seem to like to mess with “The Hangtown Horror” Grimm...so how about we give them what they want? Those guys up against Grimm and Usali Basilisk.

The Captain: But Sir, Grimm and Usali hate each other.

The Icemann: I don't think that's true. They've just been at odds, is all. They'll be fine. Let's make it interesting too. Whoever gets the pinfall...well, they'll become the new International Champion too. How's that?

The Captain: Honestly...

The Icemann: ...it's brilliant. I know. Thank you. Moving on, I want this issue between LoKi and Nacho over.

The Captain: I was actually planning on having LoKi take on Nacho Grande. That be one of the ideas I was tryin' to get to you.

The Icemann: Sounds good. I know Kaijin Shinryu has been pining for a Japanese Death Match against Areas, but I got that one on hold for now. This is Return to Glory, for Christ's sake, not Deadly Intentions or something. So instead, I'm thinking of another Gauntlet for the Gold Match. Once again for the number-one contendership for the North American Championship.

The Captain: Who do you reckon ought to be in that match?

The Icemann: Well, obviously I was referring to Areas and Kaijin Shinryu being involved in that match. And to make it interesting, I'll put those guys at 1 and 2. But there's been some recent additions to the roster that I'd like to see how they'd do in that match. An official posting will be soon. As for the actual North American Champion...

The Captain:...I was thinking MONROE could be a challenger for that championship.

The Icemann: What did he do to deserve it? Sign a contract?

The Captain: Well, I..uh...

The Icemann: I'm just ribbing you Walker, geesh. Calm down. That's fine by me. MONROE seems to be the AWA's shinning joy. If he does alright against Lantlas tonight, I have no problem with that. Besides, this will give the fans the match they wanted to see before you screwed it up at the last show. I'm liking this, Walker. Brainstorming. It's about time you did it. Come on, let's go get some...

(“The Icemann” looks directly at the camera before speaking again.)

The Icemann: *smiling*...Polar Ice Cola. The drink that freezes your thirst.

(“The Icemann” turns back to Walker before continuing.)

The Icemann: ...And talk over some more match ideas. How about a Six-Man Tag to open the show...

(“The Icemann's” words become inaudible as he and Walker exits the room. The feed then switches out.)

MAIN EVENT
Non-Title Singles Match
Lantlas (World ©) vs. Monroe
Referee: Eric Russo

Details: The main event kicks off with ‘Dream Is Collapsing’ resonating over the PA system and the PCW Faithful rising to their feet in anticipation of the arrival of their World Champion. Finally he arrives and the crowd goes wild at seeing the Elven Warrior step out onto the stage. Lantlas makes his way to the ring, looking extremely focused at the prospect of facing an unknown quantity, though his shoulder seems to be ailing him somewhat.

Speaking of the unknown quantity, ‘Bonfire’ by Childish Gambino hits and out walks the infamous member of the AWAssholes, MONROE. Through the darkened arena, the newcomer walks onto the stage in intimidating attire and makes his slow way to the ring. All the way down neither man breaks eye contact and the atmosphere can be cut with a knife. Eventually the evil-looking individual climbs into the ring and Eric Russo signals for the bell.

As the lights lift, both men throw themselves into a tie up and seem equally matches. Both men seem to be pushing hard but eventually it’s Monroe who gains the advantage, moving into a rear waist lock. Sensing weakness almost immediately, Monroe attempts to lock in a Full Nelson to exploit the injured shoulder. Lantlas fights back into a waist lock of his own and tries a basic mat slam. Still the newcomer resists and turns into another waist lock, this time managing a Double Leg Takedown on the World Champion.

Moving into a grounded headlock, Monroe looks to take control of the match early on but Lantlas fights back to his feet. Charging forward blindly, Lantlas forces Monroe back into the corner and referee Russo starts his count. At four, Monroe releases the headlock but reverses Lantlas back into the corner before unleashing a torrent of vicious stiff elbows and knees. As Monroe is in too close for Lantlas to truly utilise his long limbs, he can only wait until the referee again reaches four before he can lash out with a kick to the gut.

Pushing Monroe backward with a collection of stiff chops to the chest, Lantlas gains the upper hand and whips his opponent into the ropes. As he rebounds, Lantlas hits a Japanese Arm Drag but the move clearly aggravates his shoulder in the process. Both men jump up and the Warrior Elf reels off another eastern-flavoured Arm Drag with the effects hurting him even more. Again both men get to their feet and Lantlas goes for a third… only for Monroe to turn it into an improvised Fujiwara Armbar.

Russo asks for the submission but all he gets is a flat out rejection as Lantlas struggles to the ropes. Breaking the hold, Lantlas thinks he’s safe but Monroe attacks with a salvo of boots to the shoulder and chest. Once Lantlas is weakened again, Monroe grabs his arm and wraps it around the middle rope, torqueing it hard to further injure the shoulder.

Again Monroe uses all of the count before releasing and pulling Lantlas back to his feet. He whips the World Champion into the ropes and ducks his head for a Back Body Drop, only to receive a boot to the face. Stunned into an upright position, Monroe is open to attack and Lantlas fires off a high Roundhouse Kick that sends him to a knee. Merely stunned by the hit, the AWA newcomer looks to stand until he receives a second stiff kick to the side of the skull. Lantlas drops into a lateral press but only reaches a two count.

The Elf drags Monroe back to his feet and locks him up before hitting a hard Snap Suplex. Not content with his, Lantlas rolls back to his feet and lands a bridging Fisherman’s Suplex. Just before three Monroe gets his shoulder up and both men fight back to their feet. Lantlas is the first to attack with a High Roundhouse but this time Monroe sees it coming and ducks, throwing a kick of his own. This time it’s Lantlas’ turn to duck but as he does Monroe locks in a waist lock and lands a brutal German Suplex.

Lantlas attempts to get back to his feet but Monroe hits the ropes and fires off a Running Kenka Kick. Somehow Lantlas manages to dodge the kick and charges Monroe back into the corner, following up with a series of shoulder blocks to the midsection. As the AWA representative slumps into the corner, Lantlas springs up and lands a ferocious Turnbuckle Double Stomp right into the chest. Dragging his opponent out of the corner tiredly, Lantlas moves to the apron and begins to climb to the top.

Despite his injured shoulder, Lantlas makes his way to the top and takes a moment to steady himself. Luckily for Monroe, this is all the time he needs to recover and he rushes toward the corner. Jumping off the middle rope, Monroe grabs hold of Lantlas’ arm and throws him off of the top with a technically perfect Flying Armbar. As the Warrior Elf lands, Monroe transitions from an Arm Bar into his trademark Nemesis Gate Version III, or an Anaconda Vice to the rest of us.

Russo asks for a submission but still Lantlas refuses to give in, preferring instead to reach for the ropes. They seem too far, however, as the leggy Elf strains to break the hold. Monroe sees victory closing in and applies yet more pressure to the hold. Inch by inch the PCW Hall of Famer claws until finally he clutches the bottom rope. The entire crowd breathes a sign of relief but Monroe lets out an exasperated puff, wondering what he has to do.

A brainwave hits him and he climbs to his feet. Scouting his opponents, the intimidating newcomer looks more and more confident in himself until Lantlas climbs back to his feet. Then a steely focus comes over him as he grabs the lf from behind, swings him around and lifts him high into the air for his deadly Vertical Drop Brainbuster.

His attempt at the ELE is scuppered by a downward knee to the cranium. Lantlas manages to somehow fall out of the back door and land on his feet, maintaining enough awareness to lock in a rear waist lock and hit the ropes. Monroe holds on but forces Lantlas into a backward roll before turning and running. Lantlas instinctively hits a boot to the gut and follows it up with a devastating Flame Of The West. Gripping his shoulder again, Lantlas clearly hasn’t hit all of the move and when he pins he only gets a 2.9 count, testament to Monroe’s resilience.

Both men, battered and bruised, climb up to their feet and try to regain their bearings. Once they find a vertical base they begin to throw punches and kicks with the fans heavily backing the World Champ, though secretly impressed with the resilience of the AWA invader. Back and forth they go until Monroe lashes a Head Kick straight into the Elf’s temple. Lifting him up, Monroe looks for the Vertical Drop Brainbuster again only to sway toward the ropes. Lantlas hits a well timed knee to the head that forces Monroe to drop him over the top rope, landing with typical agility on the apron. Using what little strength he has left, Lantlas keeps hold of his opponent and lifts him over to the top to join him on the apron.

The crowd is at fever pitch as they start to exchange another set of precarious blows right up until Lantlas lands a High Kick of his own. In the head of the moment, Lantlas grabs his rival and throws himself backward with the Written Word, slamming Monroe’s head into the unprotected apron but also his injured shoulder and the back of his head. Both competitors fall to ringside in a heap as referee Russo begins his count. At five neither man is moving, though finally both begin to stir. Driven by the chants of the crowd, Lantlas seems to be moving fast but at eight he’s only just at a knee. Monroe joins him a nine and clutches the apron. Both men are about to throw themselves desperately into the ring when… TEN! It’s a Double Count Out!

Winner: Draw via Double Countout

Return To… Chaos

Details: Both Monroe and Lantlas look physically spent as they struggle back to their feet, staring up at the referee. Russo has no choice but to call for the bell and announce the draw but neither of the competitors seems happy with the decision. The crowd seem to be expecting the two men to kick off once again in some post-match shenanigans, but shenanigans of a different sort are already afoot.

The AWAssholes in their entire glory emerge on the stage and rush to the ring. Are they congratulating their comrade on his impressive performance? Like hell they are! The AWA immediately lays into the World Champion, lands a torrent of boots to him before rolling him back into the ring.

Jerry Andrews: Goddamit! So much for no interference!

Al Laiman: The match is over, Andrews, this isn’t interfering with anything!

Jerry Andrews: How about Lantlas’ ability to breathe?!

Andrews and Ripper roll a spent Monroe into the ring while MJW and Ford continue their barrage on the Warrior Elf. All hope seems to be a long way away until… AC/DC hits the PA system and the unlikely figure of Sean Rhodes storms down the ramp at full pace.

PCW’s resident Schizoid looks as if he is going to dive through the ropes and join the fracas, but at the bottom of the ramp he screeches to a halt, reaches through the ropes and drags the ailing champion to safety. The crowd erupts with cheers as the unlikely allies stare at each other with some unknown emotion… perhaps respect, but who knows? They look back at the ring as the AWAssholes regroup, preparing for an assault.

Never men to back down from any fight, Rhodes and Lantlas nod to each other and move to jump onto the apron… except only Lantlas reaches it as NCM is pulled back by something, or somebody. From out of nowhere, Justin Michaels has emerged and is stopping the craziest man in PCW from entering the ring. Rhodes turns to see what’s going on but is immediately met with Stormm’s raised fist. Not flinching, Rhodes simply stares and waits for the impact… but it doesn’t come. A confused Michaels simply remains still as he watches Lantlas bravely fight on his own against five other men, ultimately losing to the numbers game.

Finally, Stormm’s clenched fist turns into a point toward the ring and both men dive into the ring. Two men finally relieve the pressure on Lantlas as they go after all five men. Like two whirling dervishes, Stormm and Rhodes clean house but the AWA members come right back at them. Soon even the three man team isn’t enough to hold back the five man army of Asshole-dom. Eventually the three men are pushed back and left in a desperate fight until…

Grimm, Andy D, Usali Basilisk and Machine come rushing down the ramp to save their PCW friends… or at least acquaintances. Diving into the ring, the group of PCW superstars turn the scene into chaos with every man fighting for their life. Punches and kicks fly everywhere with no clear advantage on either side. As the battle goes on, it seems as though the World Champion and Co are gaining the upper hand… that is until Machine goozles Greg Kennedy and backs straight into Stormm.

The confused and erratic Michaels reacts on instinct and drops the huge Machine with a massive Clothesline to the back of the head. The whole scene descends into pure mayhem as Stormm bails from the ring with a conflicted expression, leaving the AWA to gain the advantage on their PCW counterparts. Machine quickly gets stomped down and pushed out of the ring, while Andy and Usali are courageously team up to clothesline Ripper and ‘The Solution’ to the outside.

Eventually everyone but Lantlas and Sean Rhodes ends up at ringside with the fuckiest of all clusters continuing unabated. PCW Security and Big Dave Brandt speed down the ramp to try and break up the fracas while Rhodes and Lantlas exchange an intense expression we can only guess the meaning of.

*CLICK*

Overview[/u]
LoKi and Areas def Kaijin Shinryu and Nacho Grande via Pinfall
Tyrone Smith def Alexander Jericho via Pinfall
Machine def Jake Andrews and Grimm via Pinfall
Andy D, High Tide and Jule Martins def MJW, Whitey Ford and Gregory Kennedy via Pinfall
Justin Michaels def Sean Rhodes via Pinfall
Lantlas and Monroe Draw via Double Countout

© 2012-2013 Pure Class Entertainment Group
All Rights Reserved.

Thanks to Luis and Puro for their help with match writing and also to anybody else who submitted segs and strats for the show. Your help, as always, is much appreciated. Oh, Tom, just for you… penis.[/size]