Trauma 94 Results

[A Ghost in the Wind]

PCW Trauma: 94
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Live on E! from the Pure Class Arena in Greenville, South Carolina

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Show Introduction
Details: The feed opens up with a highlight video of Game Over: 2. The video is interwoven with “Survival of the Sickest” by Saliva, Trauma's theme song.

Invested in the Future
Details: (The opening video and theme song for Trauma gets cut short following the clips of LoKi's victory for the PCW Championship at Game Over: 2 and of Justin Michaels' announcement that he owns the championship belt. A long silence causes the fans inside of the PCW arena grow restless and their disappointment at the first few minutes of the show begin to fill the venue with boos.)

Jerry Andrews: Can't say we've ever started a show with a technical difficulty like that before, Al.

Al Laiman: Not to my...

(The lights in the arena fade to the ominous orange glow that everyone loves to hate as of late and the heavy guitar riffs to Breaking Benjamin's "I Will Not Bow" begins to play as the sounds of thunder and the flashes of lightning cause the crowd to erupt with jeers.)

"FALL!"

Jerry Andrews: Well this isn't a much better way to start off Trauma following that big pay per view, Game Over 2.

Al Laiman: It's pretty obvious that most in attendance tonight already know what to expect from Stormm, two "M's", after what he did to our new PCW Champion at Game Over: 2.

(As "I Will Not Bow" picks up the thunder stops, and the lights in the arena come back on with a mix of natural white and bright orange flashes. The camera pans around to get a glimpse at the fans reaction to Justin Michaels' opening appearance here tonight, and even a few rude gestures are caught on camera that probably should not have been.)

Jerry Andrews: If Stormm came back to PCW so he could get everyone to hate him, I think he's done just that, and a little more.

"I will not fall, I will not fade, I will take your breath away."

(Out through the curtain comes Justin "Stormm" Michaels, dressed in business garb sans the tie, his suit jacket moving about as he makes his way to the ring, ignoring every rude gesture and thrown beer cup on his way to the squared circle. Draped over his right shoulder and secured with a death grip from his right hand is the PCW Championship belt, carried as if he actually owned the title that came with the belt itself, the only thing he actually "owned".)

Al Laiman: You would think with that swagger that he had won that belt at Game Over, but all he did was purchase it.

Jerry Andrews: True statement, but despite his controversial methods, Justin is a business man, and he's managed to work his way into a title shot at the next pay per view, Return to Glory.

Al Laiman: The only thing he's earned come his one on one match with LoKi is a good ass beating!

(Stormm climbs into the ring and walks to the far side where a microphone has already been placed into the ring. "I Will Not Bow" has faded out, and as Justin picks up the mic, the only sounds that can be heard are those of the PCW fan's resentment for the man inside of the ring. Michaels shakes his head with a big smile on his face and holds the mice up to his mouth.)

Justin Michaels: Come on Greenville; tell me how you REALLY feel?

(Justin calls to the crowd, asking for them to continue to boo him as more trash comes flying through the air at the so-called owner for the PCW Championship belt.)

Justin Michaels: It's like standing in a feed yard in here tonight; listening to a herd of cattle moo as they mindless stand around waiting for dinner!

(As he continues to belittle the audience through the continued jeers, he uses the mic like a conductor's baton and begins to conduct the orchestra of boos and whines coming from those in attendance.)

Jerry Andrews: He's really not out to make any friends here in PCW is he?

Al Laiman: If he's not careful, he'll make enemies out of the wrong people.

(Michaels takes the mic back in his hand and holds it to his lips, but waits a minute or so this time for the crowd's reactions to calm down before he presses on.)

Justin Michaels: Now I now most of you here probably cried yourselves to sleep the other night after I took the belt away from a man you all think deserves to have it right now. Ol' Jerry down here knows what I'm talking about.

(He points to ring announcer Jerry Andrews who sits there speechless after being accused of crying like a baby after Justin's purchase of the belt that kept LoKi from obtaining the gold to accompany his title.)

Justin Michaels: Mr. Lame was probably there with you!

(Continued boos flow from the crowd following Michaels' verbal attack on the ringside announce team.)

Justin Michaels: I also know that some of you are probably wondering where my "partner in crime" is at tonight following his disappointing loss to the Trash Man at Game Over. With that in mind, I'll go ahead and start there, and save what you all have been waiting for ‘til the very end.

Al Laiman: I don't know how he figured out that you cried Jerry, but I certainly wasn't around blubbering like a baby.

Jerry Andrews: I... You... Let's just hear what else this man has to say that's going to cause this crowd to hate him even more.

(Switching the shoulder in which the PCW Championship rest on, Justin also switches the hand that he holds the microphone with, and presses forward.)

Justin Michaels: Johnny Vivacious was nothing more than a fat, porcupine-haired puppet in all of this; and the length on his strings ran short. He's back at home with his collar on waiting for the birth of his next generation alcoholic! Lucky for me that I didn't let his washed up self hold me back, otherwise I could still be leading him around on a leash rather than standing here tonight, rightful OWNER of the PCW Championship strap, and your Number One Contender for the title that goes right along with it.

(His claims that he owns the belt and is the number one contender for the title cause a rise in jeers that had been very slowly dying out since his music his minutes ago.)

Al Laiman: I think anyone in this arena tonight would tell you that he hasn't really earned anything.

Jerry Andrews: And a stab in the back to the Man in Black as well, I can only imagine if we'll be hearing from Johnny Vivacious when all of this is said and done.

(Justin continues to smirk as he watches the crowd’s hatred, allowing it to fuel him. The exact opposite, some would say, that used to fuel the once beloved Stormm.)

Justin Michaels: OK, so how the Hell did I "earn" a match with LoKi at Return to Glory when I couldn't even "win" an International Title contenders match against Mr. Minimum Wage? Or even further, how is it possible when I "lost" the International Title match at Game Over to Alternative Rock? That's simple, and had you all made it past the third grade and could pay attention, you would have heard me say it at the pay per view... I didn't WANT to win either of those matches.

(A few cheers for the mention of Nacho Grande and Heavy Metal are heard mixed in with the boos that accompany them as Justin tears apart his draw with Nacho and defeat to Heavy Metal at the past two events.)

Jerry Andrews: He's digging his own grave if you ask me.

Al Laiman: And the entire PCW roster will be there to toss him in if keeps up this charade.

Justin Michaels: Hell, I TRIED to lose my match against Nacho and the best he could do was bring it to a draw. I would have taken a count out loss to him at Trauma 93 and not had to waste my time at Game Over pretending to give a damn about the International title. Never the less, my night was more or less wasted on that; that is until a stroke of genius.

(Leaning up against the nearest turnbuckle, Justin tried to make it look like he was getting personal with the fans on that side of the arena; something he obviously knew would set them off more than he had already.)

Justin Michaels: I decided to buy the new PCW Championship belt. I mean, I make more money in a year than this entire crowd combined, and that's just off Havoc Entertainment. Then PCW decides to pay me under contract, and I've got all this play money floating around. So in essence, the money you all pay to come here to boo me, is the same money I used to buy this shiny piece of gold right here!

(Turning the situation around on the crowd sends them into an uproar as Justin moves away from the turnbuckle and starts to pace around the ring.)

Al Laiman: He is one dirty piece of work!

Jerry Andrews: You can say that again. Justin Michaels definitely knows how to rub people the wrong way.

Justin Michaels: Now, as far as my number one contendership, that was all Skylar Marshall's idea. It's obvious one half of management around here knows what they are doing. But collectively, Marshall and Mush Mouth have ultimately put me into this opening match tonight with someone who shares my name, and claims to be all about... You know what, I don't give a rats ass what OJ is all about, he's just another pawn in my way to officially being on top of this junk heap you all call Pure "Class" Wrestling!

(He drops the mic to the mat and kicks it out of the ring before removing the PCW Championship from his shoulder to raise it in the air, flaunting the situation even more in everyone's faces.)

Al Laiman: The man who calls himself "The Adrenaline King" gets the first shot at what would seem to be the most hated man in PCW right now.

Jerry Andrews: There are a lot of men backstage that would like to be in Stormm's position right now, and every single one of them wish they had the opportunity that the other Justin, Justin Kaard, has tonight.

Al Laiman: What's that Jerry?

Jerry Andrews: To shove ever single word that's spewed from Stormm's mouth back into his rotten face.

Match One: Singles Match
Justin “Stormm” Michaels vs. “The Adrenaline King” Justin Kaard
Referee: Marcos Cruz
Match Details: While Stormm stands in the ring in his business-suit and with the PCW Championship raised high in the air, “Name of the Game” by Crystal Method plays throughout the arena. Wasting little time, Kaard sprints down the aisle and slides into the ring. Kaard pops right up and begins laying into Stormm with rights and lefts. After reeling Justin, Kaard goes low with a dropkick to Stormm's right knee, buckling Stormm to one knee. Sensing his moment of opportunity, Kaard runs backwards into the ropes, bounces off, and catches Stormm with a brilliant shinning wizard. The PCW Faithful are cheering loudly for the newcomer, and he jumps up to the turnbuckle to pose. The feed fades to commercial from there.

Returning from commercial, Stormm, now without his dress jacket but still in his dress attire, has taken control of Kaard. Stormm maintains control over “The Adrenaline King” by grounding the high-flyer. At one point, after several minutes of Stormm systematically wearing down Kaard with chinlocks, headlocks, and leg locks, Kaard appeared ready to regain control of the match by hitting a Projective Hurricarana in defense, but after a two-count, the PCW World Championship “number-one” contender kicked out and regained offense not shortly after.

At around the 9 minute mark, however, Stormm's choice for wrestling attire seemed to catch up with him. As Stormm had Kaard positioned on the top rope, Stormm's dress shoes caused him to slip off the ropes and fall on his back. Sensing his moment is now, Kaard leaped off the ropes and performed a corkscrew shooting star press he dubbed the Seattle Space Walk. However, at the very last moment, Stormm moved out of the way and Kaard crashed and burned.

Suddenly, from out of nowhere, LoKi, PCW World Champion, jumps from out of the crowd and grabs the PCW Championship from ringside. The fans are elated as LoKi finally raises the title high in the air and exits through the crowd.

Back inside the ring, Stormm, oblivious as to what had just happened, makes it up to his feet first, with Kaard slowly following. Stormm grabs Kaard and lays him out with the Force of Nature. Stormm keeps the leg hooked on impact and referee Marcos Cruz makes the count. Three seconds later, at the 10 minute and 23 second mark, Stormm is victorious.
Winner(s): Justin Michaels via pinfall

After the Match...
Details: ...Stormm stands tall in the ring, and kicks Kaard out of it. He proceeds to walk over to the ropes, where he begins screaming for Mark Long to give him “his” championship. Mark informs Stormm that LoKi took the title. Stormm, agitated, rips off his button up shirt and slams it down on the mat, before exiting and heading out of the ring and back up the entrance ramp. At that moment, the PCW-Tron clicks on.

Poker Time with Grimm & Sadistic
Details: (The PCW-Tron comes alive to a shot of a wooden door. Zooming out, the door is revealed to be a shabby piece of business; a rough, uneven door enclosed in a likewise uneven frame. This door is located in the middle of a large room...probably the garage. Panning slightly to the right, the cameraman is able to pick up a poker table surrounded by steel folding chairs and the game's three participants.)

Grimm: Fold.

(The Lord of Misrule tosses his hand.)

Sadistic: Raise.

(The Phenom tosses what looks to be an old, leather boot into the "pot." There is a small moment of deliberation.)

The Watcher: I'm all in.

(PCW's resident observer plows his pile of riches, including a strawberry blond toupee, a sandwich bag filled with an eyeball and some clear liquid, and a diamond ring with a finger still in it, into the middle. Sadistic lets out a low breath as he gazes back and forth between his hand and the pot.)

Sadistic: Is that a human eye, or...?

The Watcher: Orangutan.

Sadistic: Oh. In that case...I fold.

(Tossing his hand face down onto the table, the Watcher happily rakes in his winnings. Grimm and Sadistic are most displeased.)

Grimm: Good gravy, man, that's six hands in a row.

The Watcher: Seven, actually.

(A bit flustered, Billy takes a long pull from a clay jug filled with what can only be rum. Still dumbfounded, Phinehas gathers the cards and begins to shuffle. As he's mixing the cards footsteps can be heard approaching. And singing, too.)

High Tide: Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of...rum?

(PCW's newest acquisition, "High Tide" John Reese, stops in his tracks and raises his nose in the air. *SNIFF* *SNIFF* Looking around slyly, the man dressed in full pirate regalia steps up to the door and cups his ear to it. Grimm's shuffling is soon interrupted by three loud thumps on the door.)

Sadistic: WHO GOES THERE?!

High Tide: 'Tis I! High Tide! Captain of the high seas! Raper and pillager of all me please!

Grimm: That's quite the resume.

Sadistic: YOU MAY ENTER!

(High Tide tries the door and it opens...after some finangling. A pirate hat atop a pirate head pokes in.)

High Tide: 'Scuse me, me good sirs, but is that rum me smells?

Sadistic: Yes, sir! You a gamblin' man?

High Tide: Arrr! That I be!

(Reese bellies up to the table as Sadistic passes him the jug of sweet, sweet nectar. Tide takes several loud chugs as Sadistic watches in amazement. Grimm begins dealing and the Watcher simply gazes at the newcomer.)

The Watcher: You think it's a good idea to drink that much before your match? You ARE taking on the World Champion...

(The four men draw and discard cards from their hand as the game continues. Many valuable possessions are thrown into the pot, including a pouch of rare plant seeds, a small baggy of fingernails, and an authentic wooden peg leg.)

High Tide: Aye, to all me doubters, which I know of one of ye and ye know who ye are, I'll show ye that I'm gonna win. P.S. Then ye owe me an apology.

(The final round of bets goes around and all four men remain in the hand.)

Grimm: Two pair. Eights and nines.

Sadistic: Three Jacks.

The Watcher: Full house. Aces full of Jacks.

(Looking at the Watcher's hand, Reese takes one more ship-sized pull off of the clay jug before standing up and tossing his cards into the middle.)

High Tide: Yarr. 'Tis time I be on me merry way. An' don't think I ain't comin' back fer that peg leg!

(High Tide's exit is as flamboyant as his entrance was as the door slams shut behind him. William and Phinehas level their glares at the Watcher who is pulling in yet another fine haul. Feeling their eyes upon him, he glances up.)

Grimm: I think you'd best get on out of here.

Sadistic: Yeah. We don't take to kindly to losin'.

(Nodding his head in agreement, the Watcher gathers his winnings as the scene switches to Alejandro Walker and Skylar Marshall sitting in their combined office.)

Backstage with the Bosses
Details: Alejandro Walker: I was not a happy man when I was told of that business deal you done made with Stormm at Game Over: 2, but I do appreciate what LoKi did out there. That's how you celebrate a moment!

Skylar Marshall: I am sure I'm going to have to hear Justin's mouth on this one. I don't know how many times I've told LoKi to stay on my good side.

Alejandro Walker: Well he be on my good side.

Skylar Marshall: Sides...

(As Skylar starts to ponder, the feed switches to Mark Long at ringside to prepare the introductions.)

Match Two: Singles Match
Tyrone “Crazy Boy” Smith vs. The Watcher
Referee: Joseph Buckland
Match Details: Red eyes glare from the giant screen and an eerie chorus of children’s voices marks the arrival of the dark herald of PCW. The Watcher stoically observes the crowd with a look of grim resolution, ready to even the score against Crazy Boy Smith. Speaking of the devil or at least a good likeness, Mister Tattooed Attitude emerges to a thunderous response from the Pure Class faithful. Both athletes are scheduled to take part in the Gauntlet for the Gold at Return to Glory, and no doubt both are determined to stake their claim to the North American title.

Crazy Boy is still working the crowd when his opponent attacks; unusually aggressive for the spooky lurker we’ve come to know. The Watcher quickly wrestles him down to the mat and goes to work on any limb he can reach with a variety of nasty bars and locks. Smith tries to escape a headlock by forcing his opponent to the ropes, but the Watcher holds on and uses the momentum to snap him hard to the mat. Every escape attempt methodically cut off, the announce team begins to speculate if the Watcher caught Smith in bed with his wife.

After a long time, Smith gets back in the match by escaping a standing armlock via a forward flip, a kick to the gut, and a rope assisted scissor kick. Crazy Boy is a bit slow to follow up, but counters another attack with a body slam, and slips outside the ropes to execute a slingshot press on his rising opponent. Only a two count, and Smith grabs the offense and engages in some rough play, culminating in a springboard DDT that lays the Watcher out flat. Smith climbs the turnbuckles and comes soaring off in a high flying frog splash.

However, The Watcher, being the great scout that he is, was prepared and moved out of the way at the very last moment. The Watcher gets to his feet and nails Smith with a Piledriver. He follows the Piledriver with a pin attempt, and three-counts of the mat later, at the 12 minute and 3 second mark, The Watcher avenges his loss.
Winner(s): The Watcher via pinfall

Match Three: Triple Threat Match
Lantlas vs. GOMA vs. Usali Basilisk
Referees: Eddie Lane
Match Details: "The Grand High Exalted One" is out first, and he receives a warm response from his legions of fans. Head held high after a valiant showing at Game Over: 2, Usali makes his way to the ring accompanied by Jacob. GOMA, a newcomer to Pure Class Wrestling, is out next and his crowd response is minimal at best. *CHIRP* *CHIRP* Yep. Those were crickets. "The Elven Warrior" is the last to enter and the hiss he receives from the crowd says it all. Unfazed by the fans and their opinions, Lantlas heads to the ring with a purpose.

Eddie Lane starts the match and GOMA decides to make a statement by taking the center of the ring. Something of a martial arts guru, GOMA puts on an impressive display of punches, kicks, and a karate chop which he accentuates with a loud "Hi yah!" Usali watches cautiously; Lantlas just watches. Basilisk quickly floors him with a flying forearm before GOMA can inflict anymore damage on the air and the fans erupt! A stunned GOMA attempts to fight back, but Usali simply forces his will upon the man and batters him into the corner. A giant headbutt from Usali's ceremonial mask turns GOMA's legs to pudding. Lantlas watches, his face void of any emotion, as Basilisk hurricanrannas the newcomer with such force that he's hurled between the ropes to the arena floor! Again, the fans roar.

And it's at this point that Lantlas Anduril springs into action. Taking advantage of his opponent's back, the elf strikes with a vicious kick to the back of Basilisk's neck. The crowd boos. Basilisk drops to his knees and the Elven Warrior continues his assault. GOMA tries to clear his head on the outside as Lantlas stomps Usali like a cobblestone path. Catching Usali with the kitchen sink, Lantlas goes for the pinfall but only gets a two-count. The angry elf follows up a spear into the corner with the Written Word and another pin attempt. Summoning the power of the Ascension, Usali manages to get his shoulder off the canvas, much to the crowd's delight! Basilisk blocks a trio of Anduril strikes and lands some punches of his own! The fans are behind Usali's every move as he mounts a big comeback!

A European uppercut staggers his blue-haired opponent as Usali continues his assault. Basilisk connects with a high leg clothesline, a Northern Lights suplex, and a tornado DDT, all scoring near falls, but is unable to put Lantlas down for the three-count. Usali pulls Lantlas to his feet in preparation for the Ascension Bomb, but it's at this point that GOMA returns to action. Somehow sensing the attack, Usali dodges and GOMA connects with Lantlas, knocking him into the corner. The Grand High Exalted One scores with a boot to the guts and hoists GOMA high into the air...and DOWN form a monstrous Ascension Bomb! Usali pops back up to his feet and the crowd is behind him 110%! Seizing the opportunity, Lantlas connects with a stiff boot to the face that sends Usali through the ropes. Dropping down to make the cover, Lantlas hooks GOMA's leg for the one, two, three at the 9 minute and 19 second mark.
Winner(s): Lantlas via pinfall on GOMA

After the match...
Details: ...Lantlas continues his attack on GOMA. Usali, who had been unceremoniously dumped out by Lantlas, returns to the ring and pushes Lantlas from his assault on GOMA. Lantlas takes a huge exception and nails Usali to the mat. Basilisk gets right back to his feet and begins laying into Lantlas as well. The two exchange blows until Usali rocks Lantlas, then knocks him over the top rope with a clothesline. Lantlas lands on his feet, and a look of ferociousness gleams through his eyes. The feed fades to commercial.

Following Commercial...
Details: (...The feed opens up with PCW interviewer Shane Dodge, running after Lantlas backstage. Shane finally catches up with Lantlas and begins to speak.)

Shane Dodge: Lantlas! Lantlas! Please, a word!

(Lantlas stops, stares at Dodge, and speaks.)

Lantlas: No.

(Lantlas starts walking again, but Shane is persistent.)

Shane Dodge: I have it on very good word that you were the person who attacked Q at Game Over: 2 before his match. Why'd you do it and is it the same reason you attacked GOMA after the match? What did you think of Usali's reaction?

(Lantlas halts in his steps and then grabs Shane by his tie. He pulls him close and then shoves him down before walking again.)

Shane Dodge: I really need to stop getting myself into these predicaments.

(The feed then switches to Mark Long inside the ring.)

Match Four: Singles Match
LoKi (World ©) vs. High Tide
Referee: Roberto Garcia
Match Details: It's not every day that a newcomer gets a shot at the World Champion in his debut match, but today is that day for "High Tide" John Reese. After his antics earlier in the show, he actually receives a moderate reaction from the Greenville audience. Waltzing down to the ring in his pull pirate garb he hops into the ring and plays to the fans a bit while he awaits PCW's top dog. "Unstable" by Adema hits and the place erupts for PCW's World Champion...especially now that he has his belt back! Raising the coveted gold high in the air, the Angel of Death makes his way to the ring amidst popping flashbulbs and much fanfare. Rather than hand the title to referee Roberto Garcia, he opts instead to place it in his corner on the edge of the ring apron. Before Garcia can begin the match, High Tide approaches the champion and humbly extends his hand. LoKi cautiously accepts and the match begins.

High Tide starts the match hot and works LoKi back into the corner. The pirate is a ball of energy as he attempts to eliminate LoKi in the early goings, but all he manages are a pair of one-counts. After a botched jumping heel kick, the World Champion takes control of the match. A lariat connects for a two-count. A snap suplex garners a two-count. And a crisp swinging neckbreaker earns LoKi...you guessed it, another two-count! Reese shuffles back to his corner and attempts to regroup. Rather than attack, High Tide stomps out to the center of the ring and valiantly offers his hand again. A bit perplexed, LoKi obliges with a slight grin on his face...and Reese tries to poke his eyeball out with a driving thumb! The fans boo mercilessly as Reese commences to wailing upon the temporarily blinded champion!

Hopping up onto the top rope, Reese connects with Half Mast, a splendid missile dropkick. A pin attempt grabs a two-count. LoKi is back to his feet, but High Tide drops him with a headbutt and heads to the top rope again. This time he connects with his beautiful Man Overboard frog splash and hooks the leg! Somehow the Angel of Death is able to shoot his shoulder up. Looking a bit frustrated, High Tide climbs back to the top rope to finish LoKi off for good. Waiting for his opponent to stand, Reese propels himself off the top turnbuckle for a death-defying shooting star DDT...and LoKi blasts him with a Ryu-like uppercut that sends a wad of spit(and possibly a tooth) into the third row! Reese is down and he's not moving and the crowd is on their feet! A replay is shown from multiple angles for the benefit of those watching at home.

Justin Michaels sprints out from the back and the cheers suddenly turn to jeers. In search of his purchased and stolen championship belt, Stormm heads to the corner of the ring and retrieves his prized possession. The fans are going crazy as an unaware LoKi begins locking the Broken Wings on his opponent. One of the audience members even attempts to jump the guard rail but is quickly subdued by security. Finally noticing Michaels...and his belt...LoKi releases the hold and dives out of the ring. Justin disappears to the back and the World Champion is in hot pursuit. Roberto has no choice but to begin his mandatory ten-count. Ten counts later at the 8 minute 43 second mark and a dazed "High Tide" John Reese is the proud owner of a victory over the PCW World Champion in his debut outing. The feed then fades to commercial.
Winner(s): High Tide via count-out

Intentions
Details: (Following the commercial break, Soundgarden's "Rusty Cage" blasts over the PA system and the fans start booing. The reigning PCW Tag Team Champions step out from behind the curtain and are met with unkind words, down turned thumbs, and the occasional wad of spit. Generally, they still garner a good portion of the fan base from a split crowd, but they'll receive no such support when they step into the ring against the Whirling Dervish of Metal Mayhem and the lovable underdog.)

Jerry Andrews: The Dillinger brothers have been virtually unstoppable over the past few months. No one has even come close to taking those belts from them.

(Phinehas Grimm and William Sadistic, the Hangtown Horrors, travel to the squared-circle with purposeful strides. Entering from opposite sides of the ring, the gaze out into the hostile crowd; Grimm's face is expressionless while Sadistic wears a slight grin, almost inviting the PCW Faithful to do their worst. The Phenom calls for a microphone as the music cuts out.)

Jerry Andrews: Apparently Sadistic has something he'd like to get off his chest. This should be interesting...

(William taps the head of the mic a few times to make sure it's on, but as he raises it to his lips the booing intensifies. Breaking into a broad smile, he begins to speak.)

Sadistic: Let me just start off by addressing you, the fans. You guys...you're so smart...

(The booing subsides slightly.)

Sadistic: You're so smart that you're stupid.

(This time, the boos come in waves as Sadistic and Grimm chuckle mildly to themselves.)

Sadistic: You people come out here, and you have the nerve...you have the AUDACITY...to boo us?! Why? Because we're going to destroy your precious heroes?

(The fans quiet themselves as Sadistic continues to speak.)

Sadistic: Hmm...that's funny. I don't remember those boos being so unanimous when we snapped the neck of Desy Extreme. Do you?

(Grimm shakes his head from side to side as Sadistic hands him the mic.)

Grimm: Nope. And when we gave the Treatment to SkaFace...well, I don't recall hearing a peep out of them, either. So why the change of heart, Greenville?

(Again, the Greenville crowd is silent. Grimm hands the stick back to his older brother.)

Sadistic: I'll tell you why. It's all a matter of prospective. What happened when Nacho dove off of that ladder onto Ace Anderson? They cheered. That wasn't part of a match, and Anderson hasn't been seen since. And what happened when Jacob Roth piledrived Nacho into the concrete, clearly trying to paralyze the man? You guessed it...they cheered again!

Al Laiman: He's got a point there...

Sadistic: But we don't come out here playing imaginary instruments or dress like our childhood idols. We come out here and take care of business. And Greenville, our gripe isn't with you. Our gripe is with Nacho Grande and Heavy Metal...

(The mention of the names draws a roar from the fans.)

Sadistic: ...because really, we're men of similar intentions.

Grimm: The only difference is that while you two try to conceal your violence with mirrored shades and colorful masks, we wear our intentions on our sleeve. Tonight, it will be our pleasure to put an end to the careers of Heavy Metal and...

NACHOOOOOOOOOO!

(The New Kids cut off the Lord of Misrule mid-threat and Heavy Metal and Nacho Grande come through the curtain side by side to a raucous response. They hang tough on the stage for a moment and then head toward the ring, slapping a few hands but never taking their attention off the Dillinger Brothers. Once there, Roth grabs a second microphone from ringside. What, did you think he’d ask nicely to borrow Grimm’s?)

Jerry Andrews: Heavy Metal and Nacho Grande have heard enough, Al!

Heavy Metal: SO sorry to interrupt you boys. It was either that or keep listening to your crap, and we’re already sick of it. We’re sick of it, and we’re sick of YOU! Grimm, Sadistic, you’re not fooling anybody. Everybody knows what you two have done; we’ve all had to watch it over and over again. Too many guys have been carried out of here all busted up inside because of you. As a great man once said, we’ve had all we can stands and we can’t stands NO more!

(The PCW faithful go up in cheers as Nacho Grande and Heavy Metal stare down the Bearded Brothers of Brutality in the middle of the ring.)

Heavy Metal: And now… NOW you two have got the brass balls to come out here and flap your ugly yaps about Nacho and me? Fine, we can talk about that; lots of people would like to compare themselves the two of us. For my own humble self, this belt says everything that needs to be said. As for this man right here, you think you’re unstoppable? HE already stopped you once, Grimm!

(Metal jerks a thumb at Nacho who nods a bit smugly and taps his own chest with a finger. Grimm tolerates the fan response with a ‘just you wait’ glower.)

Heavy Metal: You think YOU like ending careers? As you were so kind to mention, HE got rid of Ace Anderson and Pure Class is a cooler place for it!

(Nacho raises his arm and slaps an open palm against the elbow that put Anderson on the shelf.)

Heavy Metal: You think YOU’RE ugly? I peeked when he was asleep, and holy crap!

(Nacho snaps his head in Metal’s direction. The International Champ grins sheepishly back with a little shrug of apology, and presses on.)

Heavy Metal: Similar intentions? You don’t know jack about OUR intentions, pal, but I’ll be happy to clue you in. Our intentions are to stuff your hirsute asses back under the rocks you crawled out from. We intend to take out the trash because nobody can stand the stink any more, not to mention all the damn clogged drains! We intend to end your reign of terror right here, right now, TONIGHT!

(Metal whips off his shades and tosses them far out into the crowd with a practiced flick of the wrist, the better to glare at the Brothers Gruesome.)

Heavy Metal: Just one more thing. The one area where you might be on to something with this ‘similar intentions’ bullplop is this: Nacho Grande and I definitely intend to make… you… pay!

Jerry Andrews: Strong words from the International Champion. The last person who talked to the Dillinger Brothers like that got his spinal column disassembled.

Al Laiman: He and Nacho Grande have decided to take matters into their own hands.

Match Five: Tag Team Match
Grimm & Sadistic (Tag Team ©) vs. Heavy Nachos
Referee: Steve Shaw
Match Details: After a short discussion it’s decided the match will start with Nacho Grande and Billy Sadistic. The bell rings and off they go…or rather, off goes Sadistic who charges aggressively at Nacho. William goes for a vicious lariat already but Nacho uses his speed to duck and dash across the ring. This only seems to anger Sadistic who turns and charges again only to be ducked once more. This time Nacho remains behind the older brother and waits for him to turn before nailing a perfectly delivered armdrag. Sadistic keeps coming but receives two more armdrags for his efforts.

As both men stand again and Sadistic goes for yet another charge, he is stopped in his place when Nacho throws up his arm and shouts “NACHOOOOOOOO” which every fan in the arena seems to begin chanting in unison. Infuriated and frustrated, Sadistic halts all this with a blatant thumb to the eye that receives rampant boos from the crowd. Before Nacho can recover he receives a series of elbow shots to the head and is whipped across the ring, taking a vicious knee to the gut on his way back. Sadistic goes for a pinfall already.

One…
T…NO!

Sadistic gets to his feet and grabs Nacho by his mask, pulling him over to the Kentucky side of the ring before tagging in Grimm. The Bearded One gets to work straight away with a collection of boots to the sternum followed by a Claw Hold to the forehead of Taco Bell’s finest. Using the hold to pull Nacho to his feet agonisingly, Grimm keeps it locked as his opponent tries to fight back. When Grimm does finally release his grip, he adds to the pain with a headbutt that stuns Nacho just long enough for Grimm to hit a running back elbow and pin.

One…
Two…
NO!

Nacho gets his shoulder up but this only frustrates Grimm who wraps his hand around the throat of his opponent and blatantly chokes him right in front of the referee Steve Shaw. He counts to 4.9 before Grimm finally de-clasps his digits. Picking up the winded Nacho, Grimm gives a look to the referee that says “You want legit wrestling? Here it is” and nails a Fisherman’s Suplex. Leaving Nacho panting heavily on the mat, Grimm tags out to Sadistic. Slow Nacho begins to crawl toward Heavy Metal who is dying to get in on the action and attempts to start a “Nacho!” chant with the fans. This is cut short as Billy drops an elbow straight into the middle of his back. Hauling Nacho up to his feet, Sadistic moves to his back and attempts to hit a German Suplex but the attempt is blocked by the resilient fast-food merchant who even shouts “No!” with each failed attempt. This seems to anger Billy who goes for another attempt and gets halfway before Nacho reverses the momentum and rolls forward into a Victory Roll pin.

One…
Two….
TH…NO!

Surprised and shocked, Sadistic only just kicks out and Nacho feels a second wind, diving into his corner and slapping the hand of the hugely impatient Heavy Metal. Roth leaps over the ropes and immediately ducks a clothesline from Sadistic before dashing across the ring and (bravely) smashing the illegal Grimm across the face with a running elbow. He turns and rushes at Sadistic before jumping, wrapping his arm around his head and nailing a Sleeper Slam right in the centre of the ring. With Billy down, Heavy Metal places himself at his head and takes off into the air, dropping back to earth with a huge fist drop between the eyes.

It is now that Heavy Metal sees the opportunity to go high and begins to climb the turnbuckles. At the top, he looks set to hit the Air Guitar but Sadistic summons up some energy and grabs the referee, temporarily distracting him. This is all the opportunity Grimm needs as he dashes deviously around the outside to the turnbuckle and pulls Heavy Metal down, landing on his gentleman-vegetables on the top turnbuckle. Just as deviously he runs back to his corner and extends his hand to Sadistic who tags out. The referee is none the wiser to the situation when Grimm grabs Heavy Metal’s head and drives it down into the canvas from the top rope with a huge Snap DDT. The entire crowd gives an audible “Owww!” as Grimm hooks the leg.

One…
Two….
THREE!
NO!

At two and nine tenths Heavy Metal gets his shoulder up and the fans begin to cheer wildly for his resurrection. Grimm is visibly irritated and pulls Heavy Metal off the mat. There he begins to hit a torrent of jarring strikes that weaken all aspects of Heavy Metal’s body. Once he is perceived as weak enough, Grimm grabs his arm and throws him into the ropes close to Nacho who has recovered. On the rebound, Grimm latches his arms around the head of the International Champ and looks to hit the Lament Configuration. Somehow Metal resists…as metal tends to do, and hits back with an elbow to the ribs. This has apparently no effect on Grimm so Heavy Metal lifts his arms and reaches around Grimm’s head. Just then, the referee looks up and sees Nacho standing on the top rope, and takes no action to stop him. Heavy Metal drop to the mat, hitting a Jawbreaker on Grimm who releases the sleeper. Simultaneously, Nacho screams and throws himself off the top turnbuckle like a massive soaring taco and hits a huge Flying Crossbody.

One…
Two….
THREE!
NO!

Nacho hit a blind tag when Grimm whipped Heavy Metal into the ropes and only he and the referee saw it. Sadistic is pissed and gets into the ring, rushing at Nacho who doesn’t see him coming. With no way to defend himself, Nacho gets rocked by a big boot to the head followed by a spinning belly-to-belly that leaves him down on the mat. Once Sadistic gets up though, he finds himself staring at Heavy Metal who leaps with all the energy he has left and nails a sick DDT straight in the teeth. Both men collapse on the mat in heap, leaving only the referee standing.

Grimm is the first to begin making movements, slowly getting himself up in a kneeling stance. Up next is Nacho, who slowly crawls over to the ropes and begins pulling himself up by the ropes. Now, the two legal men, Grimm and Nacho, are back up to their feet. Nacho tries running at Grimm, but at the very last possible second, Grimm is able to nail Nacho with a headbutt- the Sword of Heimdall! Nacho falls into the corner and Grimm quickly rushes over and hits The Harvest from the ropes! Grimm quickly makes the cover.

One...
Two...

...before a three-count can be made, Heavy Metal returns to his feet. But before Metal can break up the count, Billy Sadistic, who is also on his feet, tackles HM right through the ropes and onto the floor.

THREE!

At the 26 minute and 15 mark, Billy Sadistic and Grimm defeat the team of Heavy Metal and Nacho. No doubt, the experience of the Brothers Gruesome had something to do with that result.
Winner(s): Grimm & Sadistic via pinfall after Grimm pins Nacho Grande

Far From Over
Details: (As soon as the match ends, Sadistic hops up from the outside and slides Heavy Metal and himself back into the ring. He begins walking over to Grimm, who is still on top of Nacho. After a quick whisper in Grimm's ear, Grimm rolls Nacho out of the ring and climbs over to Heavy Metal. Grimm begins choking the life out of Heavy Metal. The crowd, who usually cheer such antics from The Abomination of Desolation, instantly begin booing!)

Jerry Andrews: Nacho Grande is down on the outside and with both brothers in the ring Heavy Metal looks to be in some serious trouble!

(As Grimm chokes the life out of the Whirling Dervish of Metal Mayhem, Sadistic bails to the outside in search of a steel chair. The fans are on their feet booing; some even throw garbage.)

Al Laiman: This is very, very bad news for Heavy Metal.

Jerry Andrews: We need some security out here...and FAST!

(A slight grin on his sweaty, exhausted face, Sadistic dives into the ring...and as he slides under the bottom rope, he's caught with the 2AM Drive Thru!)

Jerry Andrews: Nacho Grande from the top rope out of nowhere! He just elbow dropped Sadistic's face right into that steel chair!

(The fans erupt like a volcano as Sadistic rolls to the outside, his forehead dripping with blood! Noticing what has happened, Grimm releases Metal and goes after Nacho. The luchador quickly snatches the steel chair and swings for the fences! Grimm ducks beneath the swing and rolls out of the ring. Nacho follows him to the ropes and takes a wild swing to the outside that misses by a mile. The Lord of Misrule regroups with his brother while Nacho checks on his partner.)

Al Laiman: Heavy Metal can thank his lucky stars that Nacho Grande was there to make the save or he'd be a vegetable right about now!

(The Dillingers backpedal up the aisle, the blood still flowing from Sadistic's wounded forehead, as Nacho and Metal stand tall in the ring.)

Jerry Andrews: Folks, this is FAR from over!

(The feed then fades into commercial.)

Match Six: PCW North American Championship Match
Non Compos Mentis © vs. Areas
Referee: Tyrone Little
Match Details: TIt is time for the main event of the evening, and the fans seem determined to set a new decibel record as the announce team gives a quick run down of past events. Per Captain’s orders, whoever walks out with the title tonight will be forced to defend it in a Gauntlet for the Gold at Return to Glory. Areas makes his entrance to a thunderous ovation; this match has been a long time coming. Defending the North American Championship is the dreaded Non Compos Mentis. He stalks dourly to the ring, and hands the shining title belt to Referee Little without looking at him.

Areas has had a long time to prepare, and plays careful and cagey in the early part of the match. Mentis overpowers him with hammer blows and a huge slam, but Areas scoots out of the ring before the big man can follow up. The champion tries to attack him on the way in but gets a shoulderblock to the gut. Areas springboards over Mentis and into a sunset flip, but Mentis grabs the ropes to block the attempt. Mentis drops down on his opponent…

...No, Areas dodges and dropkicks the champion in the back of the head! But the big man is tough as nails, and rises immediately. A headlock attempt earns Areas a hard elbow to the midsection, a ride to the ropes, and a power slam that sets off half the seismographs in South Carolina. One… Two… shoulder up. Mentis brutalizes his opponent with stiff blows. Areas escapes and takes another walk, but this time the champion is right on his tail. He sets up Areas for a DDT on the floor, but the challenger runs his back into the ring apron. Flying axehandle from Areas, and he rolls Mentis back into the ring.

Unfortunately for Areas, Mentis is so tough they tested LSD on him and LSD lost. The champion rolls out of the way of an elbow and boots Areas hard in the side of the head. Mentis pounds on the challenger, then throws him to the corner so hard the impact can be heard to the back row. He comes in like a freight train, but Areas moves at the last second and Mentis hits the corner chest first. Areas goes to the ropes, grabs the staggered psycho by the head, and drives him face first to the mat. One… Two… Only two.

Non Compos Mentis kicks out and Areas slaps the mat with a little frustration. He gets back up to his feet, and once again, grabs Mentis by the head. He goes for a snap suplex, but NCM pushes him off. As Areas turns around, NCM kicks him in the gut, and then from out of nowhere, nails Areas with The Fractured Mind! NCM quickly goes for the pin, and three slaps on the mat later, NCM has successfully defended his North American Championship at the 11 minute and 47 second mark. NCM is handed his title and stands tall as the feed fades to black!
Winner(s): Non Compos Mentis via pinfall


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Overview

Justin Michaels d. Justin Kaard via pinfall
The Watcher d. Tyrone Smith via pinfall
Lantlas d. GOMA & Usali Basilisk via pinfall after Lantlas pins GOMA
High Tide d. LoKi via count-out
Grimm & Sadistic d. Heavy Metal & Nacho Grande via pinfall after Grimm pins Heavy Metal
Non Compos Mentis d. Areas via pinfall

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I would like to thank Roy, Rick, and JR for their help with the results this week. I would also like to thank everyone who had rped and/or sent in segments. I'd also like to apologize for the delay in the results.[/color]