Old-School Trauma {12-2-03}

[A Ghost in the Wind]

PCW Tuesday Night Trauma
Tuesday, December 2nd, 2003
Live on ESPN from the sold-out Ice Palace in Tampa Bay, Florida

(As you turn on your TV screen at 8pm, and change the channel to ESPN, you come to see a blank, black screen with a spinning globe in the middle of the blackness. You then begin to hear the PCW’s spokesperson’s {Narrator’s} voice.)

Narrator: Your new world leader in sports entertainment.

(The globe begins to spin extremely fast and out of control until it explodes. Once the globe explodes, "Only the Strong" by Flaw {PCW Trauma’s official theme song} begins to play. A collage of PCW wrestlers appears, and some of the faces you see are: Loco, "Main Event" Chad Dizzle, Rage, "No Mercy" Anthony Brown, President Luis "The Icemann" Malave, Senor Smurf, "The Anarchist" Jason Willard, Onslaught, Big Daddy, "The Truth" Jorge Garcia, and Maniac among others. You again are able to hear the spokesperson’s voice.)

Narrator: Welcome to the P...C...W!!!

(The scene then turns to a live shot of the Ice Palace and fireworks begin to blare in every direction as the camera pans around the sold-out arena. The fans are going wild and from out of the back comes Tyreek Jordan and Michael Hunt, who take their seats at the commentators’ desk. "Only the Strong" by Flaw fades out, and the camera focuses on the two commentators.)

Tyreek: Hello and welcome everyone, to the long waited return of PCW's Tuesday Night Trauma. I am Tyreek Jordan and sitting here to the right of me, is my broadcast partner Michael Hunt....and you know Mike, we have been off the air for sometime now.

Mike: (Stares into the camera with rage) Yeah go figure ESPN would cover damn near all the closing weeks of College Football. Who the hell cares about that crap?? Now if it was College Basketball, then I wouldn't have any problems with it, but comon Tyreek, College Football for Christ sakes, we all know its not a true sport and don't you even get me started on that BCS crap that is suppose to be the best thing to happen since slice bread.

Tyreek: Easy there Tyreek, your going to get worked up before any of the matches take place. Well fans we have a jam packed show for you tonight, as we have six matches for tonights card. We have a double debut match pitting Skiffy against WSG, I'm interested in what these two young lions have to offer to PCW's future.

Mike: It's always nice to see new talent come in here into PCW, mix that with our recent vets and future vets, it will make a great combo. And speaking of combos, we have another debut match, but it is also a returning match for Mizter Hardcore, he will be going up against the newest member of PCW's roster Jason Reynolds. Tho I'm sure Mizter Hardcore will not have too much of a problem with this young guy, but you can never know what type of an opponent that you getting, when he's never wrestled in the federation that your in.

Tyreek: You are correct, but Mizter Hardcore is a Legend here in PCW, he has been with us damn near since the foundation of this federation was poured, plus he is the half brother of our beloved President Icemann. We have two first round matches, in the PCW Middleweight Championship Tournament, one match will feature Rikkin, testing the skills of Lydia Carson. If you really think about it, we really haven't seen hide nor hair of either one of these two people in sometime now Mike.

Mike: That is true Tyreek, but the match that I am mostly set to seeing here tonight, out of the two first round matches, is Joshua versus Senor Smurf. This match will be a classic one here in PCW since TUHA versus The Future.

Tyreek: How did I know you were going to say that??

Mike: Shut up Tyreek, I'll say it again if I like.

Tyreek: But I agree with you on that match being a classic in the waiting, speaking of waiting. DJ Bruiser has been waiting for a chance to come back to PCW and tonight his wish is granted as he will make his return to a PCW ring since he was fired. He will be taking on President Icemann's top security personal Onslaught, in a number one contendership for the Hardcore Championship.

Mike: I am not really sure what DJ was fired for and I am not really sure if he being back here is good for the company, but we will have to see, as for them fighting in a match to decide who gets a shot at Eric Draven's Hardcore Championship, will be interesting to see. Draven, you better watch this match closely, these two men are coming for you and your title. And finally our main event will begin the second round of the PCW Middleweight Championship Tournament, as Maniac, will take on Scotty Davis.

Tyreek: Interestingly enough, I have no idea why we are starting the second round of the tournament, while the first round haven't even been completed. But these are President Icemann's wishes, so they will be granted. Now let's go inside the ring, take it away Mark.

(The camera feed switches inside of the ring, where Mark Long is standing in the middle of it. Dressed in his usual tux and has his mic in hand. There is another person standing in the ring but he is near the turnbuckles.)

Match One: Double Debut Match

Skiffy
vs.
WSG

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Mark Long: Ladies and gentlemen, this is our first match of the evening, allow me to introduce first, he is Skiffy!!!!

( The crowd has mixed reactions, for they do not know anything about this new star. All of a sudden the lights dim. The PCW-tron screen goes black, big bold white letters go across the screen, showing "You Do Not Know True PAIN!!!!". Video clips are playing, showing a man Jacknife'ing another man through a chair. "Raining Blood" by Slayer starts playing. On the screen it now says "He's here!".)
Mark: And his opponent, hailing from Deathvalley, Texas. Weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds, being accompained to the ring by his manager Holly, here is WSG!!!!
(The stage explodes in fire like a bomb was there, as he walks out with a leather whip in one hand and a folding steel chair in the other. He is followed to the ring by Holly, his manager. He drops the whip and slides the chair in the ring as he rolls into the ring. He hold the chair up in his hand as the light come back fully.)

Tyreek: The ref is calling for the bell to start the match.

(DING, DING, DING, DING!!!!)

Tyreek: And its sounded and here we go, Skiffy and WSG are meeting each other face to face in the middle of the ring, looks like some jaw jackin has came early in this match from WSG. Skiffy is standing there smiling at him....and just slapped the taste out of WSG's mouth and yelled out "Riko", I guess Skiffy wanted to bring WSG's words into reality, after WSG stated for someone to slap his face for he was going up against someone named Skiffy, durring an interview at onetime. WSG responds with a slap of his own, Skiffy goes in for a collar and elbow tie up, WSG lifts up his leg and connects with a knee into the stomach of Skiffy, Skiffy is in trouble already here, WSG hooks in and connects with a ddt, sending Skiffy down to ther mat, WSG is looking to wear down Skiffy in the early moments in this match, by applying a stretch muffler, the ref is there to catch if Skiffy will give it up, but Skiffy isn't wore down enough yet and crawls over to the ropes and grabs ahold of the bottom rope, but WSG isn't letting go, which just forced the ref to start the five count. WSG, waits until the ref gets to four and finally breaks the hold, before he is disqualified. WSG stands up and pulls Skiffy up to his feet, but WSG lands a stiff forearm right in the back of Skiffy's neck, WSG hooks him up and lifts him into the air and nails a suplex on Skiffy. Skiffy needs to do something, he hasn't done a single thing, except slapping WSG at the start of the match. WSG drops a couple of elbows and then helps Skiffy up onto his feet, only to send him into the ropes and nail a big boot, sending his opponent down to the mat. WSG lifts up Skiffy back onto his feet once again, WSG applies a waist lock and brings Skiffy into the air and slams him down to the mat with a powerful gutwrench powerbomb, that move seem to do a good bit of damage, Skiffy is down and hurting a little bit there Mike.

Mike: Your damn right Tyreek, this is not how you want your debut match to begin, especially here in PCW, where the owner is not shy of handing you your pink slip just as fast as you walk through the doors. WSG is lifting Skiffy back up to his feet, Skiffy takes a couple of shots to WSG's stomach, causing him to pause, Skiffy stands up on his own and lands a series of right hands, that back WSG into the ropes, Skiffy sends WSG into the far ropes. Skiffy bounces off the near ropes and meets WSG in the middle of the ring with a nice back elbow, sending his opponent down to the mat, Skiffy bounces off the ropes again, WSG stands up and is nailed with a clothesline, sending him back to the mat. Skiffy gets in a few boots to the head, followed up by a couple of elbow drops, accross the chest of WSG, Holly is pounding her fist on the mat and screaming at the top of her lungs. Skiffy lands a dropkick onto the face of WSG, has he was getting back up to his feet and now Skiffy applies an armbar onto WSG. I never really liked this move, not really something that will do alot of damage in my eyes. WSG stands up onto his feet, Skiffy raises WSG's arm and walks under it, twisting it in an armwrench, Skiffy is nailing WSG, with some well placed eblows into the joint of the arm. Skiffy pulls WSG to him and drives his shoulder into WSG's shoulder, to help wear it down, Skiffy tries again, but is met with a fist to the face by WSG, WSG connects with another shot and yet again, he goes for another shot, but Skiffy ducks under it and flips WSG over his head and bridges....one....two....WSG excapes, that was a nice counter into a northern light suplex by Skiffy, if you can believe it, I am impressed right now folks.

Tyreek: Comments like that coming from you are very rare. Both men are on their feet, WSG comes in and is stopped with a boot to the stomach, doubling him over, he has recovered quickly tho folks. Skiffy goes for a clothesline, but WSG ducks it and is nailed with a beautiful savate kick by Skiffy, nice counter to a counter there. What's this, Holly is up on the apron, comon ref, get her down from there, she has no buisness up there. The ref has seen her and is now going over there to her and laying down the law, as Skiffy sets up WSG for a powerbomb and he connects with it, Skiffy goes for the, but the ref is still with Holly, turn around ref, damn.

(The crowd let's out a slight squeal, as a man hopes over the guardrail and enters the ring, the man is Nightmare.)

Tyreek: What in the world is he doing here?? He has no buisness in this match.

Mike: Looks like he wants a bird's eye view Tyreek, plus his friend WSG is in it, so there is some buisness.

(Nightmare tosses the time keeper out of his chair and folds up the chair and slides it into the ring, Skiffy sees the chair and gets up to meet Nightmare as he slides into the ring, both men are landing rights onto each other. Skiffy gets the upper hand, only for the crowd to hear a sickening smack onto the back of Skiffy.)

Tyreek: WSG just hit him with the steel chair that Nightmare brought into the ring and Skiffy went down like a ton of bricks. Now WSG is unfolding that chair and now is set's it up in the middle of the ring, Nightmare is lifting Skiffy up to his feet, what the hell are they going to do here??

Mike: Looks like they are setting Skiffy up for the kill, I love it. I wasn't expecting too much out of this match, but I like the training of thought of WSG. WSG places Skiffy's head inbetween his legs and lifts Skiffy up into the air and OUCH!!!! What a jacknife powerbomb onto the steel chair, he likes to call that move Heaven To Hell Bomb, WSG goes for the cover. Nightmare exits the ring with the steel chair, Holly climbs down to the area floor, the ref turns around and sees the pin....one....two....three!!!! We have a winner.

(DING, DING, DING, DING!!!!)

Mark Long: Here is your winner, W....S....G!!!!

(The sound of "Raining Blood" can be heard playing, as Mark Long made his announcement, WSG rolls out of the ring and gets handed the steel chair that he used to win his match and raises it into the air, as Holly makes her way around to her man's side and Nightmare's as well, all three raise their arms in victory and slowly make their way back up the asile, listening to the crowd booing them.)

Tyreek: What a disgusting display of actions we just witnessed here.

Mike: Get over it Tyreek, WSG made his mark here in PCW, even tho it was a small one, at least he is showing that he will be someone that you must not take too lightly.

Tyreek: I know of some people who wouldn't have a problem with that, but anyways fans, we will continue on here on Trauma, get ready to witness the first of our two schedualed PCW Middleweight Championship Tournament Matches.

Match Two: PCW Middleweight Championship First Round Tournament Match

Rikkin
vs.
Lydia Carson

Mark Long: Ladies and gentlemen, this is match is a first round match up, in the PCW Middleweight Championship Tournament. Introducing first....

(As the sounds of "Check Yourself" by Ice Cube, play over the p.a, the crowd cheers in delight, as they know who is coming out.)

Mark Long: Hailing from, Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Weighing in at one hundred and eighty-nine pounds....Rikkin!!!!

(The crowd cheers louder as they hear Rikkin's name being announced, the camera feed switches to the rampway, as Rikkin's video package, can be seen playing on the PCW-tron. After a few moments, Rikkin walks out onto the stage, raising his arms in the air as the fans cheer him. He makes his way down the aisle and enters the ring as "Check Yourself" slowly fades out.)

Mark Long: Once again, hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Weighing in at one hundred and eighty-nine pounds....RIKKIN!!!!

("Check Yourself" plays again, as the camera feed switches back to the ramp way and still no sign of Rikkin, after a few moments, out walks a suit, sent by President Icemann, the suit makes his way to ringside and calls over Mark to him.)

(The crowd boos, as the sound of "Bring The Pain" by Mindless Self Indulgence, plays throughout the arena, the camera feed switches to the ramp way for, after a few moments "Bring The Pain" stops playing as the camera feed switches back to Mike, but quickly switches back to the ramp way as "Bring The Pain" starts to play again. After a few moments from no sight of Lydia, "Bring The Pain" stops playing and a suit, emerages from the backstage area and makes his way down to ringside.)

Tyreek: I wonder whats going on??

Mike: I am as have no idea.

(Mark and the suit chat and the suit calls for the ref to join them. They finish their conversation and back walks the suit towards the back area again and the camera feed switches back to Mark.)

Mark Long: Ladies and gentlemen, I just have been informed that President Icemann has declared that this match a forefit victory to Rikkin, if Lydia doesn't make it to the ring before the end of a ten count.

(The crowds disaproval of the announcement can be heard as they boo loudly.)

Tyreek: Wow, what an interesting twist this match has taken.

Mike: I don't know why she is risking elimination like this, the ref is calling for the bell.

(DING, DING, DING, DING!!!!)

Tyreek: Well, here goes the count....

Ref: ....ONE....TWO....THREE....FOUR....FIVE....SIX....SEVEN....EIGHT....NINE....TEN!!!!

Mike: Well thats it, the ref is calling for the bell.

(DING, DING, DING, DING!!!!)

Mark Long: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner by a forefit countout....Rikkin!!!!

Mike: I can not believe that she didn't of show up, I wonder where she is at.

Tyreek: I have no clue, but we have to pay some bills now fans, we shall return with more of Tuesday Trauma.

(The camera feed cuts to commerical.)

~Commerical Break~

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~End Break~

(The camera feed pans the crowd as Tyreek beings to speak, the camera feed switches over to Tyreek and Mike.)

Tyreek: Welcome back everyone to Trauma, so far we have had an interesting Trauma. First we had WSG, with a little help winning in his debut match and then in a shocking turn of events, Lydia and Rikkin both not showing up, costing them a shot to be the first ever PCW Middleweight Champion, Mike.

Mike: I don't know what either of them were thinking about, but they are both gone now, so let's move on as well, take it away Mark. Maybe this time he and the ref will not be the only ones in the ring.

(Camera feed switches over to Mark, standing in the middle of the ring.)

Match Three: Number One Contendership Match For The PCW Hardcore Championship

Mark Long: This match is for the number one contendership, for the PCW Hardcore Championship.

***Icemann 2011 Edit: TAPE WAS ERASED OVER TIME***

(The camera feed switches over to Mark Long.)

Match Four: Debut & Return Match

Jason Reynolds
vs.
Mizter Hardcore

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Mark Long: Introducing in the ring at this time Jason Reynolds.

(The crowd has a mixed reaction when the sound of "Crazy Town" by Ozzie Ozbourne, echoes throughout the arena.)

Mark Long: And his opponent, hailing from New York City, New York. Weighing in at two hundred and forty-five pounds....ladies and gentlemen, welcome back Mizter Hardcore!!!!

(Out walks Mizter Hardcore onto the stage with any ear to ear smile. He jaw jacks the crowd as the mix reactions by them grow louder, as he makes his walk down the ramp and into the aisle and finally reaching ringside. He slides into the ring as "Crazy Town" slowly fades out.)

Tyreek: Well he's finally back Mike, Mizter Hardcore is back in a PCW ring.

Mike: I do have to say that he has kept his body is great shape since being away from the ring, lets just see how much ring rust he has to shake off now. Good the ref is already calling for the bell.

(DING, DING, DING, DING!!!!)

Mike: Right away Mizter Hardcore is answering my question by clotheslining Jason up and over the top rope, Jason just skidded out onto the arena floor. Hardcore is heading out there to meet up with Jason, just as Jason stands up, he is knocked back down to the floor with a super kick, man Mizter Hardcore isn't messing around, look now he's tossing Jason back into the ring, whats this, Hardcore is grabbing a chair and sliding in the ring with it, this isn't a no dq match and the ref is laying down his law, Mizter Hardcore is asking him why can't he have it, the ref takes the chair away and setting it down at ringside Jason nails Mizter Hardcore with a dropkick flesh on the jaw. Hardcore seems a little dazed, but he didn't go down, Jason connects with a series of right hands, backing up Hardcore with each shot, Hardcore is on the ropes, Jason sends him into the far ropes and connects with a spinning back elbow. Both men are back up to their feet, Jason hooks in and delivers a suplex onto Hardcore, Jason goes for a side headlock, but Hardcore's experience, helps him counter it into a hammerlock, but Hardcore let it go. Jason steps into a boot to the gut and now Hardcore locks in a double arm ddt and sends Jason's head crashing into the mat hard, I'm surprised that didn't knock him out. Hardcore gets up and stomps Jason in the head repeatedly, finally ending it with an elbow drop, Hardcore seems to be targeting the neck area of Jason, he helps Jason up to his feet, Hardcore puts Jason's head inbetween his legs and applies a waistlock onto Jason and lifts him up and unhooks his hands and pulls Jason down, nailing him with a pulling piledriver. Jason is grabbing his neck, Tyreek, I think that move really took a toll on Jason.

Tyreek: I agree, Jason isn't in too good of a shape after Hardcore connected with that pulling piledriver. Hardcore is back on the attack, he's pulling Jason back to his feet, what's this, looks like he's getting ready to deliver a fisherman suplex....no its a fisherman ddt instead, that will really wear down that neck even more, Hardcore covers Jason....one....two....two and a half and the shoulder is up, I noticed that it wasn't a kick out, I don't know how much more punishment Jason can take. Hardcore locks in a reverse chinlock on Jason, not only will this cut off the air and blood, it will break Jason's neck down even more, due to having to carry the extra leaning weight of Hardcore's body as well as his own. The ref checks to see if its a legal hold and he nods yes it is, Hardcore is really leaning in on Jason, the ref is checking Jason, seeing if he wants to quit, the eyes are closing, he could be passing out. The ref raising the arm, it drops, the ref is raising the arm again....and again it drops. The ref raises the ar....Hardcore just released the hold and is shaking his head saying "no, no, no, not that quickly", I am not sure about that move right there folks, that may come back to haunt him. Hardcore brings Jason back to his feet, what is he doing....he's walking Jason over to the ropes and he just pitched Jason out to ringside like a lawn dart, the ref starts his count.

1....

2....

Tyreek: The crowd lets out a light cheer and Hardcore poses, then exits the ring down to ringside. Hardcore rams the head of a helpless Jason, into the guardrail, as he was pulling himself back up onto his feet. Jason rolls for a few moments and stops right in front of our announce table, utt ohh, I don't like the glimmer in Hardcore's eyes, he has that look of joy Mike.

3....

4....

Mike: The man loves his job Tyreek, you can't fault him for that. Jason is slowly making his way up onto his feet....

5....

(thud)

6....

Mike: That thud you just heard fans, was Jason's skull meeting our announce table, all brought to you by the nice manners of Mizter Hardcore. What is this Hardcore has the chair that he had earlier

(A sickening "BING" is heard now echoing throughout the Ice Palace, followed by the ring bell.)

(DING, DING, DING, DING!!!!)

Mike: What the hell happened??

Tyreek: I think they both were counted out Mike.

(The ref motions for Mark Long to come over to him, meanwhile Hardcore looks up into the ring, shrugging his shoulders and asking "what the hell is going on here??")

Mark Long: Ladies and gentlemen, I just have been informed, that Mizter Hardcore has been disquallified, for the use of a steel chair. Therefore your winner is Jason Reynolds!!!!

(The crowd boos as Mizter Hardcore just looks up into the heavens and laughs, as he realized that he got too carried away in the kicking of an ass. He shakes his head and laughs as he walks back up the aisle. The camera feed switches to Tyreek and Mike.)

Tyreek: I don't think the fans are too happy with the result of this match, even tho Jason won the match.

Mike: Well Tyreek, its not really a lose if you think about it. He didn't make Hardcore submit and he damn sure didn't pin him. Mizter Hardcore was just enjoying his first match back so much, that he kinda forgot about the dq being on in this match, but he seems to be having a nice laugh from it.

Tyreek: Yes, he does seem to be in good spirits about it, even though he would rather have the win. PCW fans, when we come back from our last commerical breaks, we will see Joshua and Senor Smurf go toe-to-toe, in our last first round match in the PCW Middleweight Tournament. Then it will be onto our main event, where we open up the second round of the PCW Middleweight Tournament, as Maniac will face Scotty Davis. Stay will us folks, we will be right back after these messages.

(The camera feed goes to commerical.)

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~End Break~

(The camera feed goes back to Trauma, showing the outside of the Ice Palace.)

Tyreek: And were back fans, in the sold-out Ice Palace, here in Tampa, Florida.

(The camera feed switches to Mike and Tyreek.)

Tyreek: Well fans, we have only two matches left here on Trauma and both of them involve the PCW Middleweight Championship.

Mike: The last match of the first round of that tournament, will be next, as Joshua is set to take on Senor Smurf, which I still say will be an instant classic. It'll be so great, that ESPN Classic will air it next week.

Tyreek: I highly doubt that they would and in the main event, the start of the second round of the tournament, will pit Maniac against Davis. We all know that Davis hates americans and Canadians and Maniac has takin great offense from all of Davis' words and cheap sho....

(Before Tyreek could finish his sentence, all of a sudden that lights cut out and the sound of someone whistling, is heard throughout the entire arena. The instant this whistling is heard, the crowd stand up onto their feet and boo as loud as they possibly can. As the song "Engel" (English Version) by Rammstein, is being played, the crowd somehow finds it in them, boo even louder, as the song is now being sung and out walks one half of the PCW World Tag Team Champions, Loco, onto the stage. Loco has a pair of black shades on, along with his traditional black trenchcoat botton up and the PCW Tag Title drapped across his shoulder, he has on a pair of black Levi 501 loose fit jeans and black Reebok tennishoes. Loco stops as he takes a look around at the crowd, closes his eyes and inhales deeply, savering every single jeer thrown his way, he exhales slowly and opens his eyes and laughs as they boo him.)

Mike: OOOH MY GOD TYREEK, IT'S LOCO!!!!

Tyreek: There goes my night, just when I was having a good time, this low life scum Anti-american comes out here.

Mike: Shut up, this night is now complete, even tho the match up that will be a classic will happen I guess after Loco says a few words.

Tyreek: Where the hell has he been?? I haven't seen him since TUHA had their celebration.

Mike: Finally he has returned.

(Loco walks down the ramp and enters the aisle, where he jurks his shoulder backwards as a fan reaches over and grabs ahold of his trenchcoat. Loco fakes that he will Loc Slap him, but he notices the drink in the fans hand and Loco taps the bottom of the cup, making the beverage and cup, splash up into the face of the fan. Loco laughs his ass off, as the fan try's to come over the guardrail, but is taken down quickly by security. Loco laughs some more as he continues on his walk to ringside, he stops and looks over at the announce table and then walks over there to Mike and Tyreek. Loco extends his hand out to Mike, as Mike does the same, the two shake hands. Loco looks at Tyreek and shakes his head and flips him off and turns to Mark and snatches the mic from his hand, Loco slides into the, laying his belt and mic on the mat and making his one crossroad to greatness pose as the fans boo even more. "Engel" slowly fades out, the crowds boos hasn't changed much, as in they, always drown out a good twenty-five percent of Loco's theme song. Loco comes out of his pose and reaches down and picks up his title and the mic, Loco flips the title over his shoulder and waits for the right moment to speak. Only to make the crowd boo for making them wait to hear him speak. Loco laughs at the repeated chant of "LOCO SUCKS", now echoing throughout the Ice Palace.)

Loco: Wait, wait, wait, wait.

(Loco uses his free hand to unbutton his trenchcoat, he opens it to show that he has a number eight Jacksonville Jaguars jeresy on under it. This sends the crowd into a frenzy, as Loco laughs it up.)

Loco: HOW BOUT THEM BUCS???? AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

(The crowd has a loud chant of "FUCK YOU", going on.)

Loco: Wait, wait, wait, wait.

(Loco takes off his trenchcoat to show that the jersey is only Jacksonville on the front of it. For on the back is a maroon red with the number nineteen and Keyshawn, both in white, going accrossed it.)

Loco: AHAHAHAHAHA, boy are you guys idiots, you deactiveate your best....hell your ONLY receiver. The team already sucks ass, as does anything that comes out of Tampa Bay....well not the Devil Rays and Lightining, those are the only bright spots. (chuckles), what great Super Bowl Chumps that the Bucs make, can't even beat the Jaguars, who came back to beat them in the fourth quarter, that is just plain sad.

(The crowd continues their booing as Loco just looks at them and points to the front of his jersey.)

Loco: (laughing) You have to admit that was some funny shit tho, as are a couple of things that has happened in recent weeks, since I have been absent. You see, for some shocking reason, I was given the expression that all of you guys started to miss seeing my lovely face day in and day out. I started to hear questions popping up everywhere, asking the question of where have I been and where has Jase been. I didn't realize that you Tampa Bay sweat hogs and the rest of the states, cared about us. I mean, when did our names start being in your conversations, without the statement of "I wish they would die", coming after it???? So I took it apon myself....as I usually do, to confront you cesspool butt nuttz, for the first time in a great deal of time.

(The crowd begins a chant of "YOU SUCK ASS", which makes Loco laugh, due to them taken his words and using them on him.)

Loco: God, I didn't know that I was in Oakland or over seas, you idiots are using my words, how sad. But I have one thing that needs addressing and I know this will make you happy. There has been talk in the lockerroom and I am here to clear it up and the talk is about La Onda.

(The crowd boos at the name being mentioned by Loco.)

Loco: You see, La Onda was kinda bit rushed in my eyes, so I am here to offically announce that La Onda is disbanded....

(The crowd cheers with delight.)

Loco:....for now.

(Loco chuckles as the crowd boos, knowing that they will have to deal with La Onda returning in the future.)

Loco: Now, as for why I haven't been around for a bit....not that its really any of your buisness, but I shall share with you why. I have been away, relaxing and enjoying my Tag Title reign, in my verious places and homes. As for Jase, I haven't seen my tag team partner since the night that we had our great celebration....Ohh and Mike, yes it does suck ass that ESPN kept Trauma off air, just to do cheap ass College Football....but then again, (chuckles) its not like the ratings would have been high, without me or Jase and or both of us here. So maybe they saved themselves in the ratings game, by keeping this padthedic show off the air. But back to my point, Jase I don't know where you are, but I am growing tired of you not staying in contact with me, I didn't injure Brown for nothing....well, I did it for my pleasure, but thats besides the point.

(The crowd boos at Loco for injuring one of PCW's future greats.)

Loco: But back to my first point, I seen that Davis is being looked at by this butt nutt named....WSG....what in the name of everything unholy is that???? Is that suppose to be the short name for Week Side Gangster???? OHH wait, West Side Gangster. Maybe it stands for Won't Stop Gargaling, an any case, Scotty and you too Draven, even tho La Onda is no more, you two can still count on me if you ever need someone to help you out in marksmenship of ass kicking, us Anti-americans must stick together to fight off The New Fuhrer, named Gorge W. Bush and his whinning american piss ants.

(The crowd boos and chants "usa".)

Loco: That's right you murdering bastards, chant for your greedy country that was built by the shedding of innocent Native Indian blood.

(A chant of "GET THE FUCK OUT", rumbles the ears of all inside the arena.)

Loco: (shakes head), tipical answer from the likes of you, but believe it or not, I haven't come out here to get into this disscussion. I have mostly come out here to wonder just why I haven't been able to get ahold of Jase and where our tag titles fit in this problem, plus Ice needed some higher ratings badly, so he talked me into showing up into Tapon Gay Butt-fuckin-ear country, to laugh at you guys for firing the best damn NFL coach that you will ever see, in Tony Dungy and the loss of your greatest wide receiver.

(The fans boo Loco's statement.)

Loco: And in closing, the name Tampa Bay, is kinda funny if you think about it....after all the state looks like a limp dick, much like Tampa Playoff hopes. AHAHAHAHAHAHA

(The crowd boos and begins to throw trash into the ring.)

Loco: Now this Big Daddy, is how the most hated person in the history of this great sport is supposed to be treated, now hit my music so I can get out of red neck country.

("Engel" beings to play as Loco gets tagged in the head with a cup, the beverage in it covers Loco's hair, Loco just brings his hands up to his head and just slicks his hair back and says "and its still in place". Loco exits the ring and enters the aisle and continues on up the ramp, steps onto the stage and with his back to the crowd, does his one crossroad to greatness pose, as trash is still being thrown at him and he finally makes his way into the back stage area.)

Tyreek: This guy has a serious ego problem.

Mike: The man is just great, how can you not deny him that much??

Tyreek: He's an idiot and a major creep at that Mike.

Mike: Man, remind me not to talk about the fans around you. But here we are fans, its time for the instant classic....

Match Five: PCW Middleweight Championship Tournament First Round Match

Joshua
vs.
Senor Smurf

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Mark Long: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is the last of the first round matches in the PCW Middleweight Championship Tournament!!!!

(The crowd cheers.)

Mark Long: Introducing first....

(The crowd begins to cheer slightly as the sound of "Beginning Of The End" by Spineshank, blast over the p.a. and echoes throughout the arena.)

Mark Long: Hailing from Busselton, Western Australia, Australia. Weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds even....Joshua!!!!

(The crowd cheers a little louder, as Joshua makes his way out onto the stage, with both arms raised in the air. Joshua brings his arms down and walks down the ramp and into the aisle and slides into the ring and walks over to a corner and climbs up to the second rope and pulls himself up onto it and raises both arms in the air again and brings them down. "Beginning Of The End", slowly fades out as Joshua drops off the second rope and lands on the mat.)

Mark Long: And his opponent....

(The crowds cheers turn into instant boos as they know whos coming out, just then "Only One" by Slip Knot, can be heard throught the entire arena.)

Mark Long: Hailing from Alberta, Canada. Weighing two hundred and fifteen pounds....Senor Smurf!!!!

(The crowd boos, but they wait to get louder upon seeing him, a few moments pass and no Senor Smurf.)

Mike: Ohh no, not again.

Tyreek: Not twice in one show.

("Only One" fades out as Mark Long gets ready to re-announce Smurf.)

Mark Long: Once again....and his opponent. Hailing from Alberta, Cananda. Weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds....Senor Smurf!!!!

(The crowd boos again, once they hear "Only One" playing again. The crowd stands up as they see a man walk out, but its the same suit that was out earlier. "Only One" stops playing as the suit is already in the aisle, making his way to ringside, he calls over Mark and the ref and has a conversation with them. The suit is done with the conversation and walks towards the back once again.)

Mark Long: I just have been informed that Senor Smurf can not make it here, due to personal reasons, therefore your winner by forefit....Joshua!!!!

(Half of the crowd boo, as they wanted to see a match, while the other half cheer, due to Senor Smurf losing the match.)

Mike: This is bullshit man, I can not believe that this has now happened twice in the same broadcast.

Tyreek: I agree with you and the fans, this is not something that I wanted to see happen here, but what can you really do?? So we will move onto our main event, Maniac versus Scotty Davis.

Main Event

Match Six: PCW Middleweight Championship Tournament Second Round Match

Maniac
vs.
Scotty Davis

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Mark Long: This is the main event for Tuesday Night Trauma!!!!

(The crowd cheers the announcing of the main event.)

Mark Long: Introducing first....

(As "Sad But True" by Matallica, plays over the, the crowd boos as the song plays for about 25 seconds to the part where it stops, then when the song kicks back in firworks blow up and Maniac is standing there (like Chris Jericho but he is facing the crowd with his arms crossed nodding his head)

Mark Long: Hailing from, Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Weighing in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds, Hes a MAAAAAAAAAAAAANIAC!!!!

(He walks to the ring ignoring the fans slaps on the back, climbs up the stairs and through the ropes, climbs to the second turnbuckle and slaps his chest a few times (how physco sid use to), "Sad But True" slowly fades out.)

Mark Long: And his opponent....

(The crowds boos grow louder as they detest Maniac's opponent, but the jeers really kick in as "Keep Fishin" by Weezer, blast onto the p.a.)

Mark Long: Hailing from London, England. Weighing in at one hundred and thirty pounds....Scotty Davis!!!!

(The crowd boos louder as Scotty appears on the stage, with his British flag in hand. The fans boos apon seeing it and he waves it and walks down the ramp and into the aisle, still waving the British flag, Scotty hopes up onto the apron and step inbetween the top and middle rope, he walks into the middle of the ring and waves the British flag. Maniac has seen enough and attacks him from behind, Scotty drops the flag and goes down onto his hands and knees, the ref calls for the bell.)

(DING, DING, DING, DING!!!!)

Mike: What the hell kind of Pearl Harbor was that by this idiot Maniac?? Isn't he man enough to take the man on face to face?? He blindsided Scotty from behind, how sad that is. Maniac is using some illegal closed fists, to the head of Davis, as he lays there, Maniac is now wipping the face of Davis on the British flag, almost rug burning like. Davis is rolling around on the mat, holding his face, the fans are loving this sick ass display. Maniac has just picked up the British flag, what the hell is he going to do?? He just spit on it and now is ripping it in half, how disrespectful this is, I am ashamed to be an american, that is a friend to Canada right now, this is not how we are suppose to treat our friends that helped us in our last war. Davis is hot, he charges at Maniac and Maniac just used one of those ripped halfs to clothesline Davis with and he does it again, Davis wisely rolls out of the ring, as the fans cheer this idiot named Maniac. Maniac drops the ripped in half British flag and wipes his feet on them, then kicks them out of the ring. Davis picks up a chair, now things are about to get interesting, he slides into the ring, but Maniac repeatedly stomps Davis in the back of the head, while the ref kicks out the chair, to the arena floor. Maniac brings Davis up to his feet and scoops him up and bodyslams Davis, Maniac is heading up to the top rope and lands a leg drop from up top. Maniac is heading over to Davis' feet, he just applied in a sharpshooter, Davis quickly crawls over and reaches the bottom rope....hey ref break that damn hold, Maniac just pulled Davis into the middle of the ring, but the ref is laying on the five count....one....two....three....four....Maniac finally broke the hold, after having it on forever, even tho he had ahold of the rope, this ref isn't doing his job too greatly in this match Tyreek.

Tyreek: Well Mike, I have to say that I like it. After all the stuff that Davis and the rest of the now defunked La Onda has done and said about americans and Canadians, they deserve any and everything that they get. Comon Maniac, don't you let up, kick his ass. Maniac takes a few steps back and is calling on Davis to stand back up and WHAM, nails Davis with a superkick, right underneith the jaw, sending mister Anti-North america, flat on his back once again. Maniac locks in the sharpshooter again, looks like he wants to end Davis' career here tonight, which wouldn't bother me a bit. Maniac is leaning back as far as he can, damnit, Davis was able to turn the hold over and take the pressure off of him and now he is crawling to the buttom ropes and grabs ahold of them, the ref is forced to break up the hold and Davis pulls himself out of the ring, onto the aporn, Maniac stands up and helps Davis up to his feet, Manaica takes a hand full of Davis' hair and runs him over to a corner and smashes his face right into the top turnbuckle, Davis goes down to the arena floor. Maniac fakes like he is going outside of the ring, but he bounces off the far ropes, Davis is up and Maniac with a suicide dive out onto Davis, sending both men down to the floor. The ref starts his count...

1....

2....

Tyreek: Maniac brings Davis up to his feet and slams his head into the guardrail, this sends Davis stumbling back to the ring, Maniac slams Davis' head onto the ring apron.

3....

4....

Tyreek: Right hand by Maniac, catching Davis right on the bridge of the nose and now a ddt, sending Davis' head crashing down into the floor padding, this is some great stuff here Mike.

5....

6....

Mike: You got to be kidding me, this is a horrible match in my eyes. Maniac has a handful of Davis' hair and pulls him back up to his feet, he's going to irish whip him into the post....YES!!!! Davis reverse the irish whip and out Maniac just sucked some steel, I love it. Davis is taking some time to catch his breath, Maniac looks like he is out on his feet. But Davis, you need to get into the ring damnit.

7....

8....

Mike: Davis is making his way over to Maniac, he pulls him up and pitches him into the ring and quickly follows him, good. I did not want to see this match end in a double countout, I want a clean winner out of this match. Maniac is up on his hands and knees, Davis just levels him with a stiff kick right to the side of the head, knocking Maniac down face first, Davis goes for a quick cover....one....two....two and a quarter, Davis stands up and backs off a bit, he awaits for Maniac too stand up, Maniac is slowly getting up onto his feet and DAVIS, connects with a superkick of his own, which would have knocked Maniac down, had it not been for the ropes being in the way....OHH, nice dropkick by Davis, sending Maniac up and over the top rope and kissing the floor padding. Davis follows out there, grabbing Maniac by the head as he stumbles into this....big time headbutt by Davis, who tosses Maniac back into the ring and quickly follows him. Davis stands up and does a series of stomps onto the head of Maniac and then drops a couple of elbows. Davis stands up and pulls up Maniac and takes him over with a snapmare, locking in a sit down sleeper onto Maniac. This will be a very effective move, I think, since Maniac's head has taken a good beating so far. The crowd is cheering for Maniac to break the hold, their screaming at the top of their lugs, I can bearly hear myself think. The ref checks the hold, he claims its a legal hold, hes right in Maniac's face, asking him if he wants to end it, but I don't even think that Maniac has his eyes open. The ref is starting to check the arm, he raises it up and holds it there and it drops, the ref counts one. The ref raises Maniac's arm up again and holds it and it drops again, the ref counts two. If that arm drops one more time, this match is over. The ref raises the arm up for the third and final time, the fans are going nuts, trying to show their support to Maniac, the ref holds the arm up there and lets it go and yyyyy....NO!!!! DAMIT!!!! Maniac's arm dropped half way and now he is starting to feel his power coming back into his body.

Tyreek: Maniac is up on his knees, he's up to one knee, now he's up on his feet, circling the middle of the ring with Davis holding on like a pit bull. Maniac drives an elbow into the stomach of Davis and another one and another one, Davis still has the hold applied. Maniac pushes Davis and that breaks the hold, Davis bounces off the ropes, Maniac with a clothesline attempt, but Davis ducked it and applied a sleeper hold again. Maniac cant reach the ropes, Maniac grabs ahold of Davis' head and drops down, connecting with a jaw breaker, which breaks the hold. Davis goes stumbling back, Maniac gets up and is stumbling over to him, Davis, is playing possum and kicks Maniac in the stomach and goes behind him and applies the sleeper again, Maniac wastes no time in switching to Davis' side and picking him up and falling back with a belly-to-back suplex, which breaks the hold, both men are down. The ref is laying in his count....

1....

2....

Tyreek: The crowd is chanting for Maniac, which is odd to say the least.

3....

4....

Mike: Comon Davis get up or throw your arm over his chest.

Tyreek: Way to not pick sides there Mike.

Mike: Ohh, like your one to talk.

5....

6....

Tyreek: Maniac is the first to show signs of life, he is turning over and covers Davis, the ref counts....one....two....two and a half, when Davis put that right shoulder up in the air, so close. Maniac slowly goes from his hands and knees, to his knees, to one knee and finally reaching his feet, he stumbles back onto the ropes and leans up against them, to hold him up. Davis meanwhile is holding the back of his neck, Davis is turning over onto his stomach, he's slowly making his way up to his feet, Maniac sees this, he's mesuring Davis up for another superkick, here it goes, DAVIS COLAPSED BACK DOWN TO A KNEE, MANIAC HITS THE REF, the ref is down and out, unbelieveable. Davis wasn't strong enough to stay up on his feet and just colpased back down to a knee, but Maniac was for sure that he would nail Davis, so he put all his might into that superkick and now the ref is out, Davis is trying to get strength and Maniac is checking on the ref's status. Davis drops down and rolls out of the ring, where is he going?? He's grabbing a steel chair, he just folded it up, this isn't good for Maniac, Davis unfolds the chair and places it in the center of the ring. Davis goes behind Maniac and spins him around and lifts up Maniac and places him onto his shoulder, looks like a running powerslam maybe. Davis runs and....Maniac reverses it, Maniac has Davis' head tucked under his arm, he's going for a reverse ddt....no!!!! He just flipped up Davis into a reverse outsiders edge....OHHH!!!!

(A chant of "HOLY SHIT", echoes throughout the arena.)

Tyreek: CIRCUS RIDE!!!! A resverse outsiders, onto that unfolded steel chair by Maniac, Davis is out cold as a cucumber, Maniac rushes to fold up the chair and slides it under the bottom rope. Maniac goes for the cover, he hooks a leg of Davis, the ref is crawling over to the pin, he counts....one....two....three!!!! The ref calls for the bell.

(DING, DING, DING, DING!!!!)

Mark Long: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match....He's A MAAAAAAAAAAAAANIAC!!!!

("Sad But True" begins to play as the crowd erupts into a frenzy, as their much hated Anti- North america fiend has been defeated, Maniac is on the mat with his arm raised, due to the ref raising it.)

Tyreek: What a match Mike. Maniac pulled off a great counter and won the match.

Mike: He used a damn steel chair to win the match, plus even before that, he jumped the man from behind. Davis never got a fair chance in this match.

Tyreek: Well fans I hoped you enjoyed this PCW presentation of Tuesday Night Trauma. I would like to thank you all for joining us tonight and we will be looking forward to you joining us next week for another addition of Trauma. On behalf of Michael Hunt, I am Tyreek Jordan, thank you for joining us and see you next week.

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