Post by A Ghost in the Wind on Nov 1, 2005 22:39:17 GMT -5
PCW Tuesday Trauma
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
Live on E! from the Pure Class Arena in Greenville, South Carolina
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
Live on E! from the Pure Class Arena in Greenville, South Carolina
In the Beginning
Details: The camera pans around the Pure Class Arena as "Chop Suey" by System of a Down blares through the P.A. System. As usual, we see the many fan signs sprinkled throughout the ruckus crowd. The music then changes to, "That's Entertainment" by Powerman 5000 begins and spotlights move in circular motion throughout the crowd then finally all come together to show one of PCW's newest Superstars, KID, standing in the middle of the crowd. KID is holding a sledgehammer in his hand and is raising it up high in the air. KID starts running down the stairs of the crowd, but stops when he hears the crowd beginning to chant, "GOAT! GOAT! GOAT!" KID shoves one of the audience members then jumps over the barricade and yells at the crowd, "I AM NOT A GOAT!" then slides in the ring, grabs himself a microphone and sits down in the chair sitting in the ring and rests the sledge hammer on his shoulder.
KID: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the PCW debut of The Playground! For those who don't know me from my GDW days, which I am SURE you do, allow me to reintroduce myself. My name is Kenny Ifrit Douglas...but you all can call me KID.
(The crowd starts chanting, "GOAT! GOAT! GOAT!")
KID: Go ahead, chant it all you want cause it's only going to prove one thing and that one thing is you're all jealous.
(The crowd starts booing him.)
KID: Oh, so now you want to boo. That just means you're all in denial of your jealousy.
(The crowd continues to boo.)
KID: That's right. Deny it all you want. But sooner or later you'll have to face the fact that I'm more intelligent then all of you will ever be.
(The crowd starts chanting, "KID SUCKS!")
KID: Whoa, whoa, whoa...hold the phone. Did I just pull a nerve, in your fragile little bodies?
(The crowd starts to turn into an anger mob with boos and chants going toward KID.)
KID: Alright. Alright, enough. Shut up so I can bring out the lovely, Chrissy Johnson.
(After KID had said that the lights go out and up on the screen we start to hear a guitar playing, the words, "You don't know. You don't really know me at all," could be heard as the smoke billows up on the screen. Finally it starts to get more intense as a pair of blue eyes becomes visible and with each pulse, they flash. Finally a quick pick of Chrissy Johnson hitting a "Chrissy-currana" on an unsuspecting victim could be seen before the song goes all out and begins. She comes out on the stage all pumped up and soaks up the crowds reaction before making her way down the ramp and into the ring. Wearing a pair of grey, knee high pumps, a gravy dress and her long blonde hair over her shoulders, she listens to the crowd show their disapproval for her as she blows them off and enters the ring. She takes a microphone from the announcer as she waits for the crowd to stifle before continuing.)
KID: Welcome to The Playground, Chrissy.
Chrissy: Once again KID, it's a pleasure to be here...I guess....
KID: It's always a pleasure just to sit in the same room as you...
(KID whispers to self.)
KID: ...Instead of in a tree in front of your house.
Chrissy: What was that?
KID: What? Oh nothing. Anyway, how do you think you'll fare against this Jorge "The Truth" Garcia?
Chrissy: I don't foresee me running into any problems, I mean, what has "The Truth" done for PCW?
KID: I sure won't know, being it my first time here and all. How do you think I'll do in my match?
Chrissy: Well, if I beat him, I'm sure you could.
KID: Think maybe you'll join me at ringside for a victory party if I win?
Chrissy: I highly doubt it
KID: Well, can I at least get a good luck kiss?
(Chrissy shakes her head slowly signifying "No")
KID: Come on give me a chance. I can give you everything your old boyfriends couldn't and more.
(Chrissy starts pacing the stage.)
Chrissy: Listen, you had no chance in GDW, so what makes you think that you have a chance now?
KID: It's ok, I understand how you feel. You're just upset that I cost you the match at Living a Legacy. But I couldn't help myself, watching you in the ring you were like an angel. A kicking ass kind of angel. And well, it looked like you may have needed a little help so I jumped up and gave you a good luck kiss. Although I guess it didn't help. All I can say now is that I'm truly truly sorry and hope you'll accept my apology.
Chrissy: If you want to help me, you would stay away from me! You tried to get engaged to me, and I threw the ring back at you! Isn't that some kind of hint?
KID: As long as we're both still breathing I will do all it takes to prove to you that we belong together. I will go to the ends of the earth for you.
Chrissy: Listen, there is no us! There never was and never will be! I've turned you down numerous times and I will continue to, so just back off!
KID: Alright. Alright.
(KID steps back with his hands in front of him then reaches into his pocket.)
KID: But I did already get you a little something but if you don' want it I'll understand.
Chrissy: (Intrigued, yet reluctant) You're right, I don't....
KID: Alright, you can have it.
(KID pulls out a set of keys and hands it over to Chrissy. Chrissy raises an eyebrow.)
Chrissy: What's this?
KID: It's a key to a big beautiful mansion in the Bahamas all for you.
(Chrissy throws the Keys back at him.)
Chrissy: Ugh! No! I don't even know why I agreed to this interview! I have a match coming up. This segment is officially over!
KID: Chrissy wait! We can't we work something out?
(Chrissy turns around to look back at him, one foot on the apron.)
Chrissy: No!
(KID looks on in disappointment and sadness as Chrissy leaves then without saying a word KID drops the microphone then rolls out of the ring a walks backstage with his head down.)
Match One: Singles Match
Non Compos Mentis vs. Gino Galdini
Referee: Travis Wilson
Match Details: In the first contest of this weeks Trauma, Non Compos Mentis faced Gino Galdini. Mentis took the early advantage, putting his 270 pounds to good use. He hit numerous shots in the corner, connecting with shoulder blocks and elbow strikes, knocking Gino down from the beginning. He used the referee's five count to full effect when choking Gino with his size 11s. NCM hit a DDT in the center of the ring before getting the first cover of the match with Gino got out of. After hitting a German suplex and another near fall, Gino managed to fight back. Galdini hit was able to reverse an Irish whip and sent NCM into the turnbuckle. Gino then put NCM into a school ball pin but NCM rolled out. NCM then took back control with a horrific clothesline. NCM hit a inverted DDT before a German suplex. He then covered but Gino lifted a shoulder. As Gino was getting to his feet, NCM charged and hit a knee to the temple. Gino crumpled in a heap as NCM taunted to the crowd. Gino got up once again but was knocked down by another vicious knee strike. Gino tried to get up once again but Non Compos Mentis wrapped his foot around his head in a horrific kick. NCM, in control, began playing with Galdini. He lifted Gino up and held him up for a couple of seconds. However, Gino fought back hitting numerous punches which shook NCM. Gino hits the ropes but as he returned to the center of the ring, was hitting by a DumDumDrop. NCM made the cover and got the 1...2...3 at the 8 minute and 52 second mark!
Winner
Untitled
Details: (The flickering of the PCW-Tron dares to interrupt. On it can be seen the crest of a windswept hill, covered in trees whose branches bend in the wind and whose gold, red, orange leaves whirl by on the ground. A dark form rises in front, casting a black silhouette in relief against the clear night sky. It moves forward, tall as a dead tree in winter, walking on scarecrow-stilted bones. A whisper seeps out of the misshapen mass and is carried off through the limbs and dust.)
"They sleep not, except they have done mischief;
And their sleep is taken away, unless they cause some to fall.
For they eat the bread of wickedness,
And drink the wine of violence.
Such is the Grimm."
(The screen blanks out as the last word repeats throughout the arena.)
Match Two: Singles Match
Chrissy Johnson vs. Jorge "The Truth" Garcia
Referee: Eddie Lane
Match Details: Chrissy Johnson impressed alot of people this match as she took on Jorge "The Truth" Garcia. We got off to a slow start but it soon picked up when Chrissy executed a picture perfect head scissor take down, followed by a quick, standing elbow drop. Jorge didn't let the match run away however as he applied a gorilla sleeper nearly ending the match. The ref dropped her arm twice but she regained her barring by the third try and was able to get out of it by a strategically placed elbow to the little Garcias". And the action was largely controlled by Chrissy, which surprised alot of people, seeing as she was a female and Jorge was a two time PCW Computerized Champion in his prime. But after about 6 minutes of action, the match ended when Chrissy hits a stiff DDT and got the three count.
Winner
KID Getting Ready...
Details: (KID is seen sitting backstage as his friend Stanley approaches him.)
Stanley: Hey, KID, ready for you big debut match?
KID: ...
Stanley: What's wrong? Wait, don't tell me. You still upset about Chrissy walking out on you, aren't you?
KID: ...Hhhuumpph...
Stanley: Dude, cheer up. If I were in your shoes I'd be pumped.
KID: Then why don't you fight, Zellmo?
Stanley: Ok, I know this is a bad time to tell you but I was told to tell you that you match is going to be a, "Loser-leaves-PCW Match". And if you forfeit Zellmo wins by default. And trust me, after hearing the other wrestlers talking about this guy, nobody wants him to win.
KID: So basically what you're saying is that it's up to me to end this guy's career?
Stanley: Yeah.
KID: Well that's to bad cause, I ain't doing it.
Stanley: Ok, how bout if I say by winning this match you could win Chrissy over?
KID: Weren't you watching The Playground?! She said she doesn't want to have anything to do with me!
Stanley: She's just in denial. Trust me after you win this match Chrissy will be all over you.
KID: Alright, alright. I'll fight.
Stanley: Alright, now go kick the crap out of that loser.
(Stanley pats KID on the back as he makes his way toward the ring.)
Match Three: Loser-Leaves-PCW Match
KID vs. Zellmo
Referee: Roberto Garcia
Match Details: The match started off fast paced as Zellmo went right after KID, trying to keep his job. KID went for a snap suplex but was reversed into a DDT then a leg-drop by Zellmo, who continued to dominate most of the match. Zellmo took KID from pillar to post, trying to focus on the lower back. KID went for a hurricanrana but it was reversed into a Powerbomb by Zellmo for a two count, with KID getting his foot on the ropes. Zellmo then went for a drop-kick after slinging KID into the ropes but KID caught himself, and Zellmo hit the mat like a ton of bricks. Zellmo began to get very frustrated as KID barely escaping many times. Halfway into the match, Zellmo goes for a clothesline, which KID ducks, causing Zellmo to hit the ref, taking him out. Suddenly, down comes Stanley with a sledgehammer, adorned with the picture of Chrissy. Stanley gets to the ring and slides the sledge into the ring, past the "sleeping" ref and right into the hands of KID who was waiting for it in the far corner.. Zellmo, frustrated, and trying to nudge the ref with his foot, is caught off guard when KID comes from across the ring, with a full head of steam, hitting Zellmo with a blow from the sledge to the kidney. Another blow to the back of the head sends Zellmo to the mat, not moving, and seemingly knocked out. KID tosses the weapon out of the ring to Stanley and pulls the ref over as he makes the cover for the slow three count.
Winner
During a Commercial Break
Details: As Zellmo gets up to his feet, he realizes he is no longer with a job. He kicks the ropes in frustration, as the fans respectfully give them their good-byes by singing to him, "Na-na-na-na...na-na-na-na....aaaayyyyy....goood-byyeee."
"Greatness" Aims High
Details: Coming from a commercial break, "Suffocate" by Sevendust begins to play. The fans begin to boo loudly. Ace Anderson comes out and stands on the stage, with the North American title over his shoulder. He puts up his "Greatness" symbol, and then walks down the ramp, spitting on random fans. He stops at the bottom of the ramp, and he holds up his North American title. He rolls into the ring, and goes to a corner, standing on the second rope. He puts the North American title back onto his shoulder, and puts up the "Greatness" symbol once more. He gets down from the rope, and goes to the middle of the ring, where he waits for the music to die down.
(After the music stops playing, Ace stands in the middle of the ring, shaking his head at all of the fans. He then goes over to the ropes, and asks for a microphone. Someone passes him one, and he goes back to the middle of the ring. He slowly brings the mic to his lips.)
Ace: Well, well, well, fans of Pure Class Wrestling. Or should Mr. Anderson say, filthy, dirty, disgusting, bottom of the barrel, arsehole sniffing losers who happen to be in attendance today? Either way, he made a promise, and he is going to deliver. Here you have Greatness in the Flesh, making an appearance to tell you what he is going to do with his choice of facing any champion which he pleases. This has been a tough decision. He had a hard time decided whether or not he wanted Prophet or Slither. Both are nowhere near as great as Mr. Anderson, but both are a good challenge none the less. Unlike Mark Lightning, who Greatness will be facing later on tonight, after the next match, if he isn't mistaken. You better wake up once you hear Suffocate, because you don't wanna miss a second of Mr. Anderson's presence. It is what you live for, isn't it? The only reason you're alive is because you need to see Ace Anderson, and the only reason you haven't died yet is because Ace Anderson has decided to spare you your lives. Generous of him, wouldn't you say?
(With this, the fans begin to boo loudly. The hatred toward Ace Anderson can be felt, it's electric. He stops talking, lowers the mic, closes his eyes, and raises his head, taking in the boos. He brings the mic to his mouth, eyes still closed, head still facing the rafters.)
Ace: That's what Mr. Anderson loves to hear. The more you hate him, the more he hates you. It's a perfect system, it couldn't get any better. But now, Ace Anderson is going to do, what he came out here to do. Well one of the things at least. He's already accomplished the first part, and that's talking you fans down to the ground. So, you're all wondering, who has Ace Anderson decided to face. The answer is simple. Ace Anderson is the greatest, so therefore he belongs on the top of this business. Where else but with the World title on his other shoulder?
(He shifts the North American title on his shoulder, gives it a pat, drops the mic, and holds it up high. After the fans boo louder, he picks up the mic and begins to speak once more.)
Ace: Slither. You're next on the list of people to fall at the hands of Greatness. He doesn't have a problem with you, he almost has respect for you, but that isn't going to stop him from putting you in the hospital. So as soon as The Captain gets off his fat fuckin' ass and books the match, no hard feelings Captain, that's just how Mr. Anderson feels about you, and he's a very humble guy. As soon as The Captain books the match, Slither is done for. It may be the next pay-per-view, Deadly Intentions, where Ace Anderson's intentions will be nothing but Deadly. Whoever picked that name deserves a raise in pay. Speaking of raise in pay, Ace Anderson doesn't need one cause he just won $100,000. More than any of you here make in 5 years, all for doing what he does best. By the way, if there are any rich people in the audience, Mr. Anderson would like you to shut the fuck up, and if you took offence to his last comment you can come down here, and be Exemplifed. Simple as that. That's what happens to anyone who disagrees with Greatness. An example is made of them, in the form of your bones becoming broken. So Slither, you're warned, be prepared for the fight of your life, because it's coming to you. Courtesy of Ace Anderson.
(Ace goes over to the corner, and drops the mic to the mat. He climbs to the second rope, and raises his "Greatness" symbol. Suffocate begins to play, but he jumps down from the turnbuckle, and picks up the mic.)
Ace: Cut the music jackass!
(The music abruptly stops, and Ace gets an angered look on his face.)
Ace: Did Mr. Anderson say it was okay to play his music? You are about to be Touched By Greatness, and that's not a good thing. Now, as he was about to say, before he was rudely interrupted by some jack-ass in the sound van. Those are the words...of GREATNESS...in the FLESH! Now you can play the damn song.
(Ace throws down the mic as Suffocate picks up, and climbs out of the ring, backpeddling up the ramp, while holding up the North American title. He disappears to the backstage area, with the crowd still booing.)
Match Four: International Championship Number One Contender's Match
LoKi vs. Mark Lightning {Tag Team Champion}
Referee: Roberto Garcia
Match Details: After what Matteo had said about Maddog's home country, Maddog had one thing in mind and that was to teach Matteo Bersanelli a lesson. From the start of the match-up, Maddog shows his aggression towards Matteo's comments. As soon as Tim Jones rings the bell, Maddog doesn't give Matteo a chance to size him up, instead he just runs across the ring and spears Matteo to the mat. He begins beating down on the neck and head of Matteo, as he desperately tries to cover up. Tim Jones scrambles over and tries to tell Maddog to stop punching with a closed fist, but Maddog hardly listens. He eventually starts to calm down however, and picks Matteo up off the mat. He changes the pace from a beat-down to something resembling a wrestling match, as he connects an Evenflow DDT. The fans respond to this, as they don't seem to be favorable towards Matteo's comments. Maddog continues to control the match for the most part, but Matteo manages to get in a spurt of offense, after connecting with a spear. Matteo gets a second wind and climbs to his feet, heading for the top turnbuckle. That was a mistake on Matteo's part, as when he goes for the frog splash on Maddog, all he connects with is the canvas. Maddog rolled out of the way, and once Matteo hits the mat, Maddog pounces on Matteo and grabs his ankle. He hooks him in the Ankle Biter, and Matteo begins to scream in pain. Fortunately for Matteo, as soon as he took off from the top rope, Gino Galdini, who wrestled Non Compos Mentis is the first match of the night, came running down the ramp. He slides into the ring, and blindsides Maddog. Maddog lets go of the Ankle Biter, and Gino begins to stomp on Maddog. Matteo manages to get up and get a few shots in of his own as Tim Jones frantically calls for the bell.
Winner
After the match...
Details: Maddog continues to be double-teamed by Matteo and Gino, Gino obviously being the man Matteo was talking about at Living a Legacy. The two lift Maddog up and Gino puts him on his shoulders. Matteo runs to the top ropes and does a bulldog on Maddog from the top of Gino's shoulders. He then spits on 'Dog. Gino then goes out and grabs a U.S. flag from underneath the ring, aswell as some lighter fluid. He throws the flag back into the ring as Matteo catches it. Maddog tries to get up, but Matteo smashes him in the face with the flag. He then meets back up with Gino in the ring, and Gino dumps the lighter fluid all over the flag. He then pulls out a book of matches from out of his pocket, strikes them, and then drops them on the flag, torching it. The fans boo emasculately, as referees have to come into the ring to put out the fire and help Maddog to his feet.