Trauma 98 Results

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PCW Trauma: 98
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Live on E! from the Pure Class Arena in Greenville, South Carolina

Return to Glory 3 Recap
Details: (The PCW logo flashes on the screen, but before we're brought into the Pure Class Arena still frames from Return to Glory 3 appear on the screen. A wonderous composition begins to play in the background as soundclips from the pay-per-view begin to air.)

Voiceover: There was mystery.

Jerry Andrews: HOLY SMOKES! DID YOU SEE THAT?!

(A still of a lightning bolt striking amidst a ring full of red fog after Usali took Lantlas Anduril's immortality appears on the screen.)

Voiceover: There was misery.

Jeremy Bagwell: Aghhhhhh!

(The scream of Jeremy Bagwell accompanies a frame of him about to tap out to a patented Pegasus Tribulation.)

Voiceover: There was unexpected.

Jerry Andrews: AREAS IS THE NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPION!

(A picture of Areas in mid-Phoenix Splash in the waning moments of the Gauntlet for the Gold match is shown.)

Voiceover: There was deception.

Al Laiman: Wait! Is that...is that former PCW Superstar Whisper? LoKi's wife?!

(An image of a woman that looks an awful lot like former PCW star Whisper being pulled through the crowd by an unknown man plays. In the shot, LoKi can only look on helplessly from inside the cage.)

Voiceover: There was brutality.

Jerry Andrews: Oh, God! Somebody please stop this.

(The end of the vicious tag team battle oozes onto the screen with medics huddled around four motionless bodies in the Pure Class Arena's parking garage. The parking structure is in shambles.)

Voiceover: And there was...uncertainty?

PA System: o/` It's the final countdown! o/`

(Europe's "Final Countdown" echoes throughout the Return to Glory crowd as a shot of the CHANGE IS COMING...PICK A $IDE image is shown on the PCW-tron. And with that, the screen and the music slowly fade out...)

Introduction
Details: (After a few moments of darkness, the show opens inside of a raucious Pure Class Arena. The Trauma intro video plays on the PCW-tron featuring stars past and present as pyros lift off from the stage area. The fans are rowdy; the signs abundant. "Survival of the Sickest" by Saliva blasts from the speakers as the camera takes a panorama of the PCW Faithful before finally settling in front of the commentating duo of Al Laiman and Jerry Andrews.)

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentleman! Welcome to PCW Tuesday Night Trauma! We are two weeks removed from one of the greatest events in PCW history and for those of you that missed it...

The Champ is Right in Front of Your Face and Yes You Can See Him
Details: (As Jerry Andrews is in mid-sentence, a bright spotlight flares on off to the side of the stage drawing everyone's attention. Just to the left of the entrance a complete bar set has been constructed; including a bar tender doing his best to "WOW" the crowd with glass and bottle tricks.)

Al Laiman: I'd be lying if I said I didn't expect to see that again.

Jerry Andrews: Say it ain't so!

(The typical music that would follow the smoke clearing at this point, however, did not start to play.)

Al Laiman: Apparently they hired him back to make us wait?

(The mixed reaction from the crowd, while still gathering more jeers than cheers during their anticipation to see if The Man in Black himself had come back from his extended leave from PCW or not. Their wait didn't get pushed any longer when a gorgeous blonde hair blue eyed beauty walked out onto the stage wearing a very flattering orange summer dress. The woman walked up to the bar and ordered a drink as the lights in the arena started to fade from white to an ominous orange glow.)

Jerry Andrews: Oh, yeah, here we go.

Al Laiman: Hey, the set wasn't too far off. Twenty bucks says that hottie up there is Lindsay Matthews, Johnny V's sister.

Jerry Andrews: I will not be taking that bet.

(The heavy guitar riffs to Breaking Benjamin's "I Will Not Bow" begins to play as the sounds of thunder and flashes like lightning cause the PCW to moan with disgust. The hot little number, now obviously recognized as Lindsay Matthews, has a huge smile on her face as she sips a drink that comes fully equipped with crazy straw and little paper umbrella.)

"FALL!"

Al Laiman: I know nobody here in this arena likes Two Ems, but he did come out victorious in MY main event at Return to Glory. Nobody has to like that he's opening the show, not only with a match, but also his presence as well; but he is our new World Champion.

Jerry Andrews: Please don't remind me!

"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 stops just at the top of the ramp and motions with his left hand over to his fiancée, Lindsay Matthews, who is escorting him to the ring for the first time since Stormm's return back in March. Clenched in his right hand and draped over his right shoulder is the PCW World Championship belt, an item that not only did he own, but carried the title that accompanied it following an upset victory over LoKi at Return to Glory. The two begin to make their way down to ringside and a couple of large men dressed in security garb follow the two down at a distance.)

Al Laiman: I hate to say it, but I'm sure there's a lot of people here tonight who are just jealous of Michaels, I mean, he's got two of the best looking things hanging off of him right now. How does it feel knowing you'll never have that in your life Jerry?

Jerry Andrews: I will have you know that I am very happily...

Al Laiman: Nobody cares Jerry; let's just see how Justin plans to up the percentage of PCW fans that hate him this week.

(As Justin and Lindsay circuit the ring once over, Justin smiles and hands the PCW World title to a very angry looking little boy in the front row who looks to be attending with his father. Justin then pats the child on the head, receives a kiss from Lindsay, and then climbs into the ring with a microphone in tow.)

Jerry Andrews: Did he just...?

Al Laiman: Something doesn't seem right here.

(Justin, circling the ring, makes a jerky hand motion out to his fiancée who is still standing at ringside. She walks over to the boy who is holding the PCW title with a look of shock and excitement that just might get stuck on his face for the rest of his life. The two security guards have made their way down to the ring as well at this point, and the two of them forcefully strip the belt out of the boy's hands, and shove the kid’s father back down into his seat as he angrily tries to defend his child. The belt gets slid into the run under the bottom rope, and Lindsay then ascends the steps to join her future husband in the ring.)

Justin Michaels: Hey all you East Coast lab rats, that kid down there just held the PCW World Championship for longer than LoKi did during his entire reign as champion!

(The low blow, not only to the kid for handing him the real deal and then taking it away from him, but also to former champion LoKi, Justin brought on the sea of boos that hadn't quite kicked in with his arrival.)

Justin Michaels: Now I know I'm just beating a dead horse with that whole deal where I bought the belt out from under LoKi's nose, purchasing the number one contendership in the process. But hey, after that overrated piece of crap proved why he didn't deserve to be champion, allowing me to pick up the victory, I see no reason in stopping.

Jerry Andrews: Fantastic, two more months of listening to this guy run his mouth.

Al Laiman: Can't be any worse than sitting next to you every show Jerry.

Justin Michaels: And before all of you people with no lives start in on me by saying I paid off some stripper to dress up like LoKi's wife to distract him so I could win the match; I want to make one thing very clear. If I was going to do something like that, I would have paid off a crack whore, not a stripper. He might have actually bought that one!

(BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!)

Jerry Andrews: Kick a man while he's down and pour salt into his wounds why don't you?!

Al Laiman: Justin's heart used to be black, but then got color again just so it could turn black again. That's how much that guy just doesn't give a damn about anything.

Jerry Andrews: Apparently he cares enough to keep that lovely young lady up there with him interested.

Al Laiman: Just because you wet yourself when you talk to...

Jerry Andrews: That will do for now Al, what else does this horrible man have to say?

(Justin starts to pace around the ring, the World Title belt now back over the top of his right shoulder with his death grip secured.)

Justin Michaels: Now I don't expect to never have to deal with The Fallen Angel again, in fact, I'm looking forward to it. Hell, I even encourage the man to get someone with a reading level higher than you people combined here tonight to look over his contract for that famous "rematch clause" that everyone has to have in their contracts these days. I'll take another match from him, and then go on to prove that I knew what I was doing when I bought my way into the World title scene back at Game Over. Non Compos Mentis, Usali Basilisk, no matter which of you two win later tonight, you better expect that every other match you've have previously in PCW won't compare when you step into the ring with the Force of Nature.

(The jeers continue and Justin's rant does the same.)

Justin Michaels: Which brings me to tonight, and the fresh meat they've stuck me in a match with. For the second time following a Pay-Per-View, and with a brand new World Champion, they stick a "rising star" in the ring with the apex of the federation. I hate to say it Andy D, but High Tide's victory over LoKi a couple months ago was more my doing than the new guy's. So as for you.......

Interruption
Details: (And now it's Stormm's turn to be interrupted as "Hypest Hype" by Chase and Status cuts off the World Champion! The fans erupt...partially for the emerging Andy D and partially for the champ getting a taste of his own medicine. Andy walks out from the back with a microphone in hand and waits patiently for the music to cut out and the crowd to die down.)

Jerry Andrews: Andy D might be PCW's next rising star, but he'd better be careful what he says to the new World Champion. Justin's craft knows no bounds...

(Andy D looks at the crowd. Then at Stormm. Then at the crowd. Then back at Stormm. The crowd. Stormm. The PCW Faithful. Justin Michaels. And he slowly raises the microphone to his mouth.)

Jerry Andrews: And the youngster from the UK has something he'd like to say.

(Justin Michaels is clearly getting impatient, having his time wasted by this peon. But just as Andy is about to speak, he simply smiles instead. Shrugging, the D tosses the mic over his shoulder where it lands with a thud and he heads towards the ring. Stormm kicks the bottom rope in frustration and he can't wait to get his hands on the disrespectful newcomer. The crowd has a good laugh at the champion's expense.)

OPENING MATCH
Non-Title Singles Match, Fifteen Minute Time Limit
Andy D vs. Justin "Stormm" Michaels (World ©)
Referee: AJ Bennett

Match Details: Stormm is all over the youngster before AJ Bennett can even properly start the match. With the lovely Lindsay Matthews watching on, Justin Michaels wastes no time in punishing the rookie. Piece by piece, Stormm removes his suit - which is worth more than your life - as he stomps away on a bewildered Andy D. The World Champion utterly dominates the D in the early minutes of the match and takes every opportunity to humiliate the young man. He even takes a few seconds point out that kid - the one that held the belt for longer than LoKi - before resuming the beatings.

Andy D's attempts at fighting back are met with technical dominance and dirty tactics. Thumbs to the eyeballs, hair pulling, stomping on Andy's sweet bucket hat, and an occasional low blow are par for the course; not because Justin Michaels needs to, but simply because he can. Several nearfalls are scored by the World Champion, but Andy D is resiliant.

A rare miscue on the champion's part result in a running STO and the PCW Faithful erupt as the fifteen minute time limit continues to tick away. Andy D is a ball of fire as he catches his second win and goes to work on the champ! Rights and lefts rock Mr. Michaels, but a botched high risk maneuver puts the ball back in Stormm's court and he capitalizes like a true veteran. The fans can only groan as a Flash Flood completely wipes out the youngster...

...or so you'd think, but again the protege of 2Guys kicks out of a pinfall attempt. The final minute of competition begins and Michaels is beginning to show frustration with the tenacity of his opponent. That's right...the D is tenacious. However, a minute is plenty of time for the World Champion to put the weakened Andy D away. The Force of Nature is a vicious finishing move. Unfortunately, Stormm is unable to apply it to the wiggly wanker. In fact, Andy D catches the champion by surprise with a tornado DDT that nearly fetches a three-count! The final seconds of the match are approaching and the fans can sense that history just might repeat itself. Sizing up the wealthy wrestler, Andy D takes aim with the Dragon's Bite! Stormm is cunning and he shoves Andy D chest first into the corner, then catches him with a bridging German suplex. 1...2...the bell rings suddenly! Unfortunately, the timer has expired and the match results in a draw. Stormm's face is pure disbelief.

Winner(s): Time Limit Draw

TRAUMA 100: Night of Champions
Details: A nifty Trauma 100: Night of Champions logo appears on the PCW-tron with promises that it will be a Trauma to remember. Possibly the greatest Trauma of all time!

MATCH TWO
Singles Match
LoKi vs. Nacho Grande
Referee: Joseph Buckland

Match Details: Both men get huge ovations: LoKi for being the former World champ and generally awesome, and Nacho Grande for being Nacho Grande and specifically awesome. As soon as LoKi has finished his entrance, Nacho walks up to him and sticks a hand out. LoKi sizes Nacho up, and then shakes his hand as the crowd cheers the classy move and the prospect of a good, scientific matchup. They circle the ring, gearing themselves up for the battle ahead and breaking a few times to compete for fan reaction.

LoKi takes the early advantage with a side headlock. Nacho tries to throw him off, but LoKi repeatedly puts on the brakes and maintains the hold. Just when it looks like Nacho is going to get away, LoKi snapmares him into a seated headlock. It appears the former champ’s plan is to keep the Nacho Man grounded, and he does a fine job of it during the early part of the match, squeezing the luchador’s temples to dizzy him up something good. Nacho finally escapes with a headscissor takedown, kips to his feet, and arm drags LoKi to the canvas. The Fallen Angel avoids any follow up by planting both feet in the incoming luchador’s face. LoKi charges, but is whipped to the mat again! Nacho attempts to maintain the arm lock, but LoKi powers out and reverses it. Nacho reverses it back, cranking until LoKi is forced to bend over, and then rolls over his back, seizing the far arm on the way down, and hurling him to the canvas with staggering force! One… Two... Kickout.

Things start getting more physical as the men grapple for the upper hand. LoKi reverses a whip to the corner, sending Nacho hurtling into the turnbuckles. The masked man rebounds into an inverted atomic drop and a snapmare into a ground headlock. Nacho fights it with some hard elbows to the solar plexus, and LoKi sends him for a ride. Nacho leapfrogs over a back body drop attempt, nails a rear mat slam, and reaches forward to grab the leg. Whoa, almost a two-count out of sheer surprise! LoKi delivers a European uppercut as he rises, Nacho goes staggering, and LoKi charges to kick his legs out from under him. Hamstring flip by LoKi, and then a spinning toehold into a figure four! Nacho is in MAJOR trouble and LoKi looks ripe for a win by submission, but the luchador sucks up the pain like it’s on the dollar menu and after a LONG time, seizes the bottom rope for dear life. Clean break, and Nacho rolls to the apron to recuperate and regain a vertical base. LoKi makes a grab for him, but receives a hard shoulder through the ropes, and Nacho’s over the top into a slingshot sunset flip! One… Two… ah, nuts.

Seriously slowed down, Nacho goes on the offense against the Fallen Angel handing out arm drags like candy on Halloween. The fans do enjoy watching the loopy luchador go, and the hills are alive with the sound of ‘NACHOOOOOOOO!’ A cross body scores him a two count, and a la magistral cradle scores him another. LoKi fights back, but a powerbomb attempt ends in a falling DDT! LoKi is flat out on the mat, and Nacho makes for the highest ground he can find, shaky legs be damned. Perched on the top rope it looks like the 2AM Drive Thru… No, LoKi cuts him off at the last second, and Nacho is crotched on the top turnbuckle! LoKi climbs up to join him, and the two struggle for position. Nacho shoves LoKi off! The Fallen Angel crashes to the mat, almost taking the luchador down with him. Nacho shakily raises his elbow… 2AM Drive Thru! The cover is made and… 1… 2… 3!

The low-wage luchador is halfway through his victory celebration when LoKi recovers. He rests his head on his hand for a moment, frustrated, then approaches Nacho from behind. A brief stare-down… and then LoKi gives Nacho the duke before rolling out of the ring. The reaction is deafening as the fans give both athletes their full-voiced stamp approval.

Winner(s): Nacho Grande via pinfall

Countdown
Details: (The camera pans around the fans in attendance, packed from front row to the nosebleed section waving signs and trying to get themselves shown on the PCW-Tron which in turn would grab them a few seconds of tv time. As the crowds are shown slowly from the right and panning across to the left, the PCW-Tron goes completely blank as if shut off completely.)

Jerry Andrews: Huh?

(As this happens, everybody looks towards it and talks amongst themselves for a second or two until the lights are switched off in one section of the building, the same happening in a different section, then another, then another until there's nothing but black on the tv screen and the occasional white flashes of digital cameras and cell phones as people try to see what's going on as well as potentially get a snapshot of whatever may be happening around the ringside area or stage just in case. This wasn't the first time and certainly wouldn't be the last that somebody in professional wrestling has used the cover of darkness to spring a surprise attack.)

Jerry Andrews: Those watching at home, do not adjust your sets or Youtube settings because the entire building has been plunged into darkness.

Al Laiman: Electricity troubles? We've had unstable power issues ever since that Bagwell dweeb ran an ice cream truck into the transformer...

Jerry Andrews: Wait a minute, Al...

(The distraction is caused by the PCW-Tron bursting into life, a timer appearing in white that ticks down from "672:00:00". It's counting down the seconds as it's accompanied by a deep pounding noise that echoes with each second ticked down.)

Al Laiman: The hell is this? Counting down until Joseph Buckland stops being such a horrible referee?

Jerry Andrews: Or until I get a payrise, either way it's...

(And just like that, the countdown's disappeared and the lights are back on.)

MATCH THREE
Non-Title Tag Team Match
Grimm & Sadistic (Tag Team ©) vs. Tony Brass & Glyn Speight
Referee: Steve Shaw

Match Details: Entering first are “Grandmaster” Glyn Speight and “Pure Class” Tony Brass. At 6’5” and a whopping two-seventy plus, Brass is a hell of an intimidating physical specimen. The jeers come rolling down when Grimm and Sadistic enter with their Tag Team belts and a fair bit of strut in their step. The Bewhiskered Brigands from the Boondocks ominously ogle their opponents, and all these alliterations are approaching absurdity, agreed? Grimm flips a silver dollar as Sadistic calls ‘heads’ and the Carnivore of Hardcore will start off in the ring with Tony Brass.

The raw power of Mister Pure Class takes Sadistic by surprise, and the big man grabs the advantage in the early moments. After some pounding, he flexes, drops an elbow, and throws his opponent to the neutral corner for some punishment. Brass rushes his opponent diagonally across the ring, but Sadistic blocks with an upraised boot, and it’s Brass who eats turnbuckle. The tag is made, and Billy holds the big man open for a shot to the ribs. Brass punches out of the corner, and makes the tag to Speight. The Grandmaster is met with a kick to the gut, and Grimm takes control. A snapmare and mounted punches, and then a spare one to Tony Brass! Brass rushes the ring, but the referee intercepts him, and Sadistic slides through the ropes for some illegal double-teamin’ with a nasty wishbone on Speight.

The Grandmaster is trapped in the hostile corner, which even less fun than it sounds. Fast tags and vicious double team moves are the order of the day, and whenever Speight seems close to tagging his partner, one Brother or another will head him off at the pass. Brass suffers another cheap shot and tries to give chase, but only succeeds in distracting the referee. You know how this works. Grandmaster finally escapes one of Grimm’s patented rear chokes with a desperation jaw jacker and lunges for his corner. Sadistic charges into the ring, but gets the referee in HIS face for a change and Speight makes the tag! Brass comes in like a freight… oh wait, the referee didn’t see THAT one. The crowd boos mightily as Brass struggles against the official and that sneaky Sadistic creeps around the ring apron. Mister Pure Class is caught by surprise and Billy hangs him on the top rope, dropping all the way to the floor! Brass is pulled out of the ring just as the exhausted Grandmaster gets Harvested to hell and back! A nonchalant cover and One… Two… Three!

Winner(s): Grimm & Sadistic via pinfall when Grimm pins Speight

Snap, Crackle, Pop
Details: (Like men with a mission, Sadistic grabs two chairs from ringside and tosses one into the ring and the hands of the Lord of Misrule. The referee tries to restore order, but you can guess how well that ends. Grimm tosses him out of the ring and the hell out of his way, and lays into Speight as his bastardly Brother gifts Brass with a Sadistic DDT onto cold steel.)

Jerry Andrews: This is getting out of hand...and fast!

(With the big man out, Sadistic climbs into the ring, motioning toward the backstage area as Grimm continues his devilish work. There is the sound of… creaking wheels? Suddenly, Bagwell emerges through the curtain, wearing a stovepipe hat and pushing an old-timey pine box on an old-timey wooden cart! He pushes his load down to ringside, and the box is muscled in and stood in the corner. Wiping his brow, Bagwell pulls a tape measure from his pocket and goes about his duties. Yep, it seems that the Grandmaster will fit, and the chair can now be carefully positioned around his neck.)

Al Laiman: These guys are sick, sick men. No offense. I said "no offense" so it should be fine.

Jerry Andrews: The PCW Faithful are calling for Nacho Grande and Heavy Metal.

PCW Faithful: Hea-vy Na-chos! Hea-vy Na-chos!

(But the high flying tandem is nowhere to be seen. And now things are really starting to get...wait, you sickos don’t REALLY want me to describe this, do you?)

*SNAP/CRACKLE/POP*

(The crowd is still wincing in their seats as Speight is shoved into the box. The ever-dutiful Bagwell places Charon’s fee on his eyes, and produces half a dozen coffin nails from his pocket (the real kind, not the Johnny Vivacious kind). The deadly Dillinger Brothers hold court in the ring as Bagwell hammers in one nail, and then another. The feed goes to commercial as Speight is still being sealed tight inside a six-foot pine box.)

No Shows?
Details: (The feed returns to the backstage area; specifically in front of the locker room of Los Dos Amigos. The fans cheer initially...until they realize that there is a forklift conveniently parked in front of the door preventing it from opening. The sounds of fists pounding on the door thud from within the room as officials attempt to move the machine.)

Jerry Andrews: I wonder how that got there...

Al Laiman: One guess.

(The shot switches to a different section of the backstage area...)

Adult Beverages
Details: (Backstage inside somebody’s locker room sit Tyrone ‘Crazy Boy’ Smith and Andy D drinking alcoholic drinks. The sound of laughter permeates the room.)

Andy: And then… heh… the whole front section started throwing their shoes at the guy!

(More laughter fills room.)

Crazy Boy: Didn’t you grab some guy’s leg to stop him climbing the ladder?

Andy: Oh yeah, I was so out of it, it was the only thing I could do.

Crazy Boy: But it didn’t do anything, he ended up dragging you up the ladder with you holding onto his leg.

Andy: Not my finest moment.

(The laughter continues for a little while before dying down and becoming calm. The guys take a drink of their drinks.)

Andy: Man, we’ve been in some crazy matches huh?

Crazy Boy: Terrible Tag matches, Ludicrous Ladder matches and crazy cage matches.

Andy: Oh, remember Snakes on a Cage!

(Andy bursts out laughing but Crazy Boy is deadly silent. It takes a few moments before Andy realizes CB isn’t laughing too.)

Crazy Boy: You think that’s funny?

Andy: Well it was a ridiculous match…

Crazy Boy: You just can’t leave it alone can you?

Andy: Oh come on, this isn’t about…

Crazy Boy: Just drop it already!

Andy: CB?

(Crazy Boy stands up and throws his drink on the floor.)

Crazy Boy: I’ve got to get ready for a match…

(CB walks out of the locker room.)

Andy: Err… good luck?

(And with that, the PCW-tron fades out and the camera returns to the ringside area.)

MATCH FOUR
Non-Title Singles Match
Heavy Metal (INT ©) vs. "The Adrenaline King" Justin Kaard
Referee: Eddie Lane

Match Details: The next match is a battle of the high fliers with International Champion Heavy Metal versus one of the hottest rising stars in PCW, Justin Kaard. First to the ring is The Whirling Dervish of Metal Mayhem as ‘Metal Militia’ hits. The crowd give him the appropriate welcome… huge cheers, love and admiration as he walks to the ring. But perhaps surprising is that when Crystal Method ‘Name of the Game’ hits, Justin Kaard receives an equal reaction from the PCW Faithful. Once both men are in the ring the referee signals for the bells and off they go.

It’s a fast start as expected as the two men lock up and send each other to the mat with obligatory shoulder blocks until, after a further whip into the ropes, Kaard whips Heavy Metal’s legs out and gets a quick one count. Kaard gives a sly smile and receives one back as the two men circle and lock up once more. Metal gets the advantage this time and gets into a rear waist locks and administers….a Wedgie! Eddie Lane briefly considers a DQ but forgets about it instantly as The Adrenaline King reorganises his tights to the crowds amusement. The two quickly tie up again only for Kaard to gain the advantage with a wrist lock and…. Indian Burn!

Heavy Metal rubs his arm and then extends it to Kaard in a genuine display of respect and camaraderie. Kaard has no problem accepting and shakes the Champion’s hand when Metal suddenly attacks with a headlock out of nowhere and locks in a devastating Noogie. Eddie Lane checks for the submission but Kaard is strong and fights out before moving to the back of Metal and rolling him up with a School Boy pin. One…Two….Kick Out! Roth gets to his only for Kaard to whip him across the ring and duck. He’s made the age old mistake though as Metal hits a sunset flip and rolls him up. One…Two….NO!

Both men get to their feet and Kaard hits the ropes and nails a flying headscissors attempt, sending Metal flying into the corner. Kaard rushes forward and jumps only for Metal to move and Kaard lands on the middle ropes. Jumping backward again he goes for a big flying kick to the head but again Metal ducks. Once Kaard turns around Metal leaps high and nails a trademark perfect dropkick to the chin. One…Two…TH…NO! Heavy Metal pulls Kaard up and goes for a suplex but Kaard floats over and licks his pinky…Wet Willy from behind! With Roth stunned, Kaard turns him around and nails the Overdrive. One…Two….THR..NO!

Both men get to their feet but it’s Kaard who’s quicker to react he whips Heavy Metal across the ring, nails a drop toe hold and measures him. Kaard goes for a shining wizard but Metal ducks the boot and sends Kaard to the mat. Quickly recovering, Metal hits the ropes just in time to jump and drop his leg over the back of Kaard and slam him down with a Guillotine Face Driver. One…Two…THR..NO! Metal immediately pulls Kaard up and whips him into the ropes before attempting a backdrop. Kaard puts on the brakes and plants the whirling dervish with a sitout facebuster and the fans can sense that the end isn't too far away. With cat-like agility, Kaard springs to the top rope, takes aim, and launches himself with a brilliant Seattle Space Walk! And he connects! With Roth's raised knees! In one fluid motion Heavy Metal rolls the busted Kaard into a modified cradle! One...Two...THREE! Heavy Metal capitalizes on the rookie mistake to pick up the victory as the competitors exchange a cordial handshake afterwards...much to the crowd's approval.

Winner(s): Heavy Metal via pinfall

Pick a $ide
Details: (Without warning, the Pure Class Arena darkens. To the confusion of many, “Pick Me Up On Your Way Down” by Lionel Rose begins to play throughout the arena.)

Jerry Andrews: What's going on?

Al Laiman: Not quite sure.

(Suddenly, the PCW-Tron springs to life; on it shows...



...a picture of the Lincoln Memorial with the words, “Change is coming...Pick a $ide”.)

Jerry Andrews: It's kind of like that weird message we seen at Return to Glory.

Al Laiman: I still have no idea what that's about. All I could assume is that change is coming, and you'll have to pick a side.

(After about twenty-five seconds, the music comes to an abrupt end. The feed then changes to inside PCW President's Skylar Marshall's office. Inside the office is Skylar and PCW “Captain” Alejandro Walker. Skylar is staring directly at Walker before exclaiming...)

Skylar Marshall: You tell me what's going on...RIGHT NOW! This is the second time one of these random little messages have shown up, and I have not approved of them airing on my television shows! That means you have been green-lighting these little videos. Why? And what gives you the right?

(The Captain, wearing his finest cowboy hat, stands up and slams the hat off his head before responding...)

Alejandro Walker: You listen' now, here. I have had nothin' to do with these little vignettes. If I had nothin' to do with it, that leaves you. You just tried to pass the blame to me, but anything you put on these television pictures, youse is suppose to consult with me, and I ain't been getting' any messages of you consultin'. What change is you plannin' on doing? Everyone knows the dollar signs is you.

Skylar Marshall: Stop playing games, Walker.

Alejandro Walker: You first.

Skylar Marshall: This is getting me nowhere. Leave me be. Get out of my office.

(Walker, also fed up, grabs his hat and stormms off. The feed then switches to commercial.)

Truly Sorry
Details: (The cameras return from commercial to the sedate surroundings of the backstage area. More specifically, this is the route to the parking lot and the camera is pointed squarely at the suited back of PCW Interviewer Shane Dodge. He and the camera crew push through the doors to enter the parking lot and immediately find a stack of packing crates and a figure sat atop them in solitude.)

Shane Dodge: Do you have time for a word, NCM?

(The interviewer, ever ready for a scoop, extends a microphone to the former North American Champion and receives a shadowy look for his troubles. Lingering for a moment, the look hangs there from PCW’s favourite, yet unusually well-presented schizophrenic before he finally gives one slight nod of approval.)

Shane Dodge: Two weeks ago you shocked PCW by disqualifying yourself from the Gauntlet for the Gold, effectively sacrificing the PCW North American Title. There has been much speculation about your reasons…

(Shooting out a hand, NCM stops Dodge in mid-sentence and leans forward with a harsh expression as if the inexperienced but enthusiastic interviewer should know better.)

NCM: My reasons? You know me Shane, there’s a side of me that doesn’t need a reason to hit a man with a steel chair, or to forfeit the North American Title I fought to win and defend on so many occasions.

(His words are tinged with resentment, as if he hates himself for the actions that lead to losing his beloved title. He shakes his head is disappointment and then looks back at Dodge who stares back as if to encourage more information.)

NCM: I know what people might be thinking, and the fact is I agree with them. To throw away the PCW North American Title like that was near unforgivable. And I would ask for the forgiveness of those people, but after tonight I don’t think they’ll be in a very forgiving mood.

(With his brow furrowed, Dodge reluctantly pulls back the microphone. Wondering why the fans and all members of PCW would not be willing to forgive NCM for his actions he probed further into the motives of the most unpredictable man in the company.)

Shane Dodge: What does that mean?

NCM: It means that while I’m angry I lost my title in such a way, I can’t deny that the position I have been placed in is advantageous. I am fighting for a chance to compete for the biggest prize in the industry. Whatever forced me to hit High Tide with a chair, it’s time for me to admit that what it does in that ring is sending me in the right direction. So tonight, I’m stepping aside and letting it through.

(A suspenseful and somewhat uneasy tone is left hanging in the air as Dodge yet again pulls back his microphone. Wanting to move past this haunting topic and not dwell on precisely ‘it’ would do, Dodge turns his questioning toward tonight’s important match.)

Shane Dodge: Usali Basilisk attained immortality at Return To Glory and defeated PCW legend Lantlas to do it. Do you think you can beat him and claim a match with the PCW World Champion?

NCM: Usali Basilisk may well be immortal, but immortality does not mean you cannot be hurt, or rendered unconscious. What you have inherited, Usali, is a ticket to an endless life of punishment and suffering that will unfortunately begin tonight.

(Suddenly NCM jerks forward and Dodge instinctively jumps back through fear of attack. He is, however, only getting down from the packing crates. Dodge is understandably still hesitant though and NCM merely pulls the microphone from his grasp and stares directly at the camera. Calm and collected, he address it.)

NCM: I can say all this with perfect clarity now, but I’m sorry Usali… it won’t be me in that ring tonight. I’m sorry because it has been waiting a long time for this opportunity. I’m sorry because it will exact its punishment on you until it decides it wants that bell to ring.

(The Born Psycho shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath, composing himself for what is to come before straightening his black denim jacket. His eyes slowly open and he gives an almost sorrowful glare through the camera toward Usali Basilisk.)

NCM: I’m sorry for what’s going to happen to you Usali… I truly am.

(NCM's unforgiving eyes slowly fade out as the shot returns to the ringside area for the next contest.)

MATCH FIVE
Six-Man Tag Team Match
Areas (N.A. ©); Pegasus; The Watcher vs. Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith; Lantlas; High Tide
Referee: Tyrone Little

Match Details: It is now time for the six-man tag match, and the Ascension are the first team to enter to a great ovation. Pegasus, the Watcher, and the newly crowned North American Champion, Areas, are accompanied to the ring by "The Immortal" Usali Basilisk and Jacob. Once in the ring, the cult members are greeted by the arrival of a pissed off Tyrone Smith. He's followed by "The Mortal" Lantlas Anduril, and then High Tide...who all enter separately. As the teams take their positions in their corners, former North American Champion Non Compos Mentis wanders out from the back. Perhaps he's come out to even the odds, seeing as Usali has decided to accompany the other team to the ring.

High Tide and the Watcher, two competitors from the Gauntlet for the Gold match at Return to Glory, start things off. High Tide appears to be in top form as he takes the early advantage over the man that sees everything. The rum lover is all over the ring, and even though the Watcher is able to tag out, High Tide still presses the advantage. The Ascension works well as a team making quick tags, but their teamwork never quite blossoms into any sort of advantage. Crazy Boy makes his way into the match and he crazies up the joint. Tyrone has his way with Pegasus first, followed by the Watcher. And just when it seems that Crazy Boy is going to take on the world, he runs into Areas...and a vicious clothesline! The North American Champion is in top form - it's almost as if he's carrying his team single-handedly - and he works over his crazy nemesis. Crazy Boy is able to counter a hip toss and some back and forth action ensues.

Crazy Boy eventually tags in the elf, and something seems a bit off. Something seems noticably different. His movements appear to be slower, and Areas jumps all over the opportunity. The North American Champion takes advantage of his once-proud foe, his usual blue hair faded to a shade of grey. There are no two ways about it - Lantlas just seems...old! Areas begins to unleash so serious high impact offense and looks to put the elf not only out of the match, but on the shelf, when he stops in his tracks. Usali gives a solemn nod from the outside and Areas slowly nods and tags in the Watcher. NCM looks on from the opposite side of the ring with utter disgust.

The Watcher has a twinkle in his undead, all-seeing eye when he approaches the withered elf. Ripe for the picking, he thinks...until Lantlas connects with a well-placed uppercut! And out of nowhere...the Written Word! Caught by surprise by the suddeness of the move, Pegasus and Areas are slowly getting into the ring to make the save and Lantlas picks up the three-count for team Crazy Elf Pirates! The whole while Non Compos Mentis stares at Basilisk with a deranged look on his face.

Winner(s): Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith; Lantlas; High Tide via pinfall when Lantlas pins the Watcher

Thinking About the Future
Details: After the sudden finish to the previous match, the shot switches to the backstage area - the inside of Skylar Marshall's office to be precise. Alejandro Walker is long gone and Skylar appears to be on the phone attending to some...business.)

Skylar: Yes. Yes, everything is in perfect order. In fact, I'm going to set the wheels in motion right...about...

*knock* *knock* *knock*

Skylar: ...now. Bye.

(Skylar ends the phonecall and straightens his tie.)

Skylar: Come in!

(The door opens slowly and in walk the reigning PCW Tag Team Champions, Phinehas Grimm and Billy Sadistic. Booing can be heard from the cheap seats.)

Skylar: Gentlemen. Thanks for coming. Please...have a seat.

Grimm: We'd rather not.

Skylar: ...okay! Well, I'm sure you're busy men like me, so I'll make this short and sweet. I've been impressed with you two lately. Very impressed. As you know, allies are a very powerful thing to have in this business...and I'm a very powerful man, if you catch my drift. What I offer you is...opportunity.

(The Brothers of Brutality share a curious glance.)

Sadistic: Go on.

Skylar: Billy Sadistic. The Phenom. The Carnivore of Hardcore! One half of the most dominatant tag team in PCW's storied history! And STILL undefeated in PCW competition. You've been a steamroller. Nobody has been able to touch you. That's why I think it's time to give you a shot at the big one...

(Sadistic's eyes light up with anticipation.)

Skylar: Four weeks from now. Trauma 100. The Night of Champions! In one corner, we have Billy Sadistic putting his winning streak on the line...and in the other corner...

(The anticipation continues to build.)

Skylar: ...he has a wealth of in ring experience and is very rich in wrestling knowledge. He is the reigning PCW International Champion...Heavy Metal!

(After a brief pause, Sadistic slowly nods his head; it's clearly not the title shot he'd been hoping for. With a beaming smile on Mr. Marshall's face, he turns to Phinehas.)

Skylar: And Phinehas Grimm. The Lord of Misrule. The Abomination of Desolation! The other half of the fearsome Tag Team Champions! You've destroyed every obstacle placed before you, and you're the most feared man in the history of the federation. You've tasted the big one twice before, and I'm sure you'd like to once again...

(The Crimson Demon arches an eyebrow.)

Skylar: Justin "Stormm" Michaels will be defending the World Championship at Trauma 100. How would you feel about a shot at...

Sadistic: Hold on a second. I'd like to discuss something with my brother.

(The Phenom pulls his brother aside with a look of - jealousy? - on his ugly mug. The two form a quick huddle.)

Sadistic: Phin...what's another World Championship to you? You've been there...you've done that. You know what you haven't done?

Grimm: What?

Saditic: Beat Nacho Grande one-on-one. Now, I'm not sure what that feels like because I'm undefeated, but if I were in your shoes...well, I think I'd rather avenge that loss. After all, Phinehas, we have a reputation to uphold.

(Grimm looks at his older brother curiously before nodding slowly. The two turn to face Marshall once again.)

Skylar: And what have you decided?

Grimm: I want Nacho.

(Skylar's eyebrows raise. He's clearly surprised, but he's inclined to appease the Horror from Hangtown.)

Skylar: I...see. And so it shall be. Thank you gentlemen.

(Sadistic tries to hide a sly smile as the Tag Team Champions turn and exit Mr. Marshall's office. As they're leaving, a determined LoKi approaches. The crowd lets out a guttural roar. As he's passing, all three men share a solemn glare. LoKi enters the office, obviously catching Skylar by surprise. Mr. Marshall recovers quickly.)

Skylar: Ah...LoKi! You're timing couldn't be better...

(And that's all we're able to hear before we return to the action in the ring.)

MAIN EVENT
World Championship #1 Contender's Singles Match
Non Compos Mentis vs. Usali Basilisk
Referee: Eric Russo

Match Details: The bell rings three times and ring announcer Mark Long is positioned in the ring.

Mark Long: The next match is your main event of the evening and is for the number one contendership to the PCW World Championship!

‘Hells Bells’ by ACDC hits and the crowd give a mixed yet mostly negative reaction to the former North American Champion who walks out onto the stage. Non Compos Mentis looks nervous as he stands on the stage but begins to walk to the ring anyway. The crowd boos and he looks disappointed at their reacting but resigned to it as he climbs into the ring and gets prepared for the important match ahead.

Jerry Andrews: Two weeks ago we saw Non Compos Mentis effective forfeit his North American Title by hitting High Tide with a steel chair.

Al Laiman: But losing that title has put NCM into a position to challenge for the biggest prize in the game. By hook or crook he’s in the running for the PCW World Title.

ACDC is cut off and replaced by Frou Frou and ‘Holding Out For A Hero’ and a chorus of resounding cheers to the man that beat Lantlas two weeks ago and is now, as a result, immortal. Usali Basilisk walks out onto the stage and the cheers get louder. He, in complete contrast to NCM, is looking totally confident and all-powerful as he strides down the ramp showing the book of Ascension to all the fans at ringside. Climbing onto the apron he quickly flips over the top rope and stands in the middle of the ring.

Jerry Andrews: And what a surreal sight we experienced when Usali Basilisk beat Lantlas and attained immortality, only to be engulfed in...well… what can only be described as a cloud of red and blue smoke and then completely disappear.

Al Laiman: It was one of the weirdest sights I’ve seen in wrestling, and I’ve seen some good ones.

The music cuts and Usali remains in the middle of the ring while NCM holds himself as far into the corner as he can get. Something is clearly not right with NCM… but what’s different there? Checking both men for concealed weapons, the referee is satisfied and signals for the bell.

Usali stays in the middle of the ring but in the corner NCM is deathly still with his head bowed. He stays that way for a few moments until, suddenly, he lifts his head and shows a demonic look in his eye that was not there before the bell rang. Out of nowhere he comes flying out of the corner and tackles Usali off his feet. Unable to protect himself in time, Usali is hit with a barrage of frantic blows to the head as NCM ignores the silver ceremonial mask. The referee begins to count already to disqualify NCM put he pulls back just before the five.

Jerry Andrews: A very aggressive start from Non Compos Mentis.

Al Laiman: What else were you expecting?

NCM goes straight back on the offensive, hitting a boot to the chest of Usali followed by another couple. He quickly drags Basilisk back to his feet, but gives him no time to catch his breath as he lifts a knee straight into his gut and then a clubbing double axe handle to the back. Grabbing Usali’s arm, Mentis whips him across the ring and then rushes forward with a Lariat attempt. The Grand High Exalted One ducks under the arm and, as both men turn, lashes out with a toe kick. Trying to find some momentum he hits back with a couple of forearm shots to the head of NCM and puts him back on the ropes.

Whipping Mentis across the ring, Usali goes for a shoulder block but his opponent is too powerful and knocks him to the mat with the same move. Hitting the ropes, NCM jumps over Usali on the return but gets met with a huge dropkick the second time, sending him all the way to the outside.

Jerry Andrews: A fast and furious start and the crowd is behind Usali all the way.

The crowd begins to chant “U-SA-LI!” as he measures up the vulnerable Mentis for something big. Rushing at the ropes he is about to throw himself over the top when NCM quickly pulls away from the apron and out of Usali’s line of fire. Changing their tone immediately the fans begin to boo NCM for saving his bacon as he walks around to the other side of the ring. He looks frustrated but he looks completely bewildered a moment later when Usali launches his feet into his head with a Dropkick Style Baseball slide. Pulling NCM to his feet, Usali throws him back into the ring and follows.

Al Laiman: Big mistake from Mentis, do not take your eye off your opponent.

Usali hits another series of elbows to the recovering Mentis, forcing him back to the ropes. Trying to whip him across the ring again, Usali is reversed and whipped hard instead. Going into the ropes, however, Usali performs an astounding handspring, balancing upsidedown and bouncing back into the ring before going for a high speed flying back elbow. As he is about to hit the move, NCM catches Usali in mid-air and hauls him over before dropping him straight down on his neck with a sickening Backdrop Driver.

Jerry Andrews: Back To Madness…is it over already?!

One…
Two….
T…KICK OUT!

Angered by the kick out, the Born Psycho gives a cruel look at the referee before refocusing and nailing another big boot to the chest. Usali rolls onto his chest to protect himself but there’s no escape as NCM stands above him and locks in a Camel Clutch. Pulling back hard on the hurt neck of the Immortal one, NCM looks for the submission but Usali give a distinct “No!” to the referee.

Al Laiman: We haven’t seen the submission game from Mentis a lot, perhaps a sign he’s becoming even more methodical and focused with the importance of this match.

The reaction from Mentis is to pull back even harder, but somehow Usali manages to loosen his arms. Fighting back, he forces himself out of the hold and then slides backwards through NCM’s legs like the serpentine creature in his surname. Before Mentis can react, Basilisk jumps to his feet and his leaps up with a huge dropkick. Mentis flies forward and falls throat first onto the middle rope as Usali lands on his feet and immediately hits the opposite ropes. On the rebound he hits a running dropkick to the back of Mentis, crushing his back and his throat against the ring-rope. As both men get to their feet, Usali keeps up the momentum and locks in a Crucifix from behind before rolling him back into a pin.

One…
Two….
THR…NO!

Usali gets to his feet and pulls Mentis up with him. With a couple of headbutts with the silver mask he tries to weaken Mentis and then locks up for a Northern Lights Suplex. He attempts to haul the heavier man off his feet but he isn’t weak enough yet and resists. Usali tries again but this time he’s taken off guard as NCM wraps his hands around his waist and lifts him into position for some kind of bomb. Somehow Usali hits out with an elbow to the top of NCM’s head and then another, allowing him to slide free and drop to his feet behind. When Mentis turns to see where he us, the Numaki endorsed superstar jumps up and wraps his legs around his opponents neck in a Hurricanrana… but again NCM is too strong and hauls Usali back up into a powerbomb position before driving into the corner and hitting a bomb into the turnbuckles.

Jerry Andrews: This match is going back and forth by the second.

Al Laiman: Both men want to be on top of the pyramid, I expect nothing less from both of them.

Mentis pulls away from the corner and shakes loose a few cobwebs, then turns and charges with all his power. He launches himself like a missile into the corner but Usali dives of the way at the last moment and NCM crashes and burns straight into the ring post. Clutching his shoulder in agony, Mentis recoils straight into Usali who grabs his head and runs up the turnbuckles, rotating and driving him into the mat dome first with a spine-crushing Tornado DDT.

One…
Two…
THREE!
NO!

Usali asks how in Namaki’s name that was only two, but the referee shrugs. Getting back to the matter at hand, Basilisk drags NCM’s groggy body up to his feet and pushes him into the ropes. He hits the unpredictable former North American Champion with another headbutt and then whips him across the ring again, only to be reversed. On the rebound, Usali’s stomach gets very acquainted with the knee of Mentis as he lunges forward with a kitchen sink, sending Usali crashing to the mat. Mentis takes the opening with gusto and drives yet more air out of his opponent with a collection of brutal and fast elbow drops across the chest.

Jerry Andrews: A flurry of elbows and that’s the ruthless NCM we know.

NCM sets himself above the downed Usali and prepares himself before jumping high into the air and dropping like a rock with another huge elbow drop. Unfortunately for him, Usali rolls out of the way and elbow meets canvas…hard. Pulling himself up with help from the ropes, Usali sees his opportunity and jumps onto the middle rope, springing backward with a High Leg Lariat across the neck of his opponent, dropping them both to the mat.

Al Laiman: It’s all being left out there in this match.

NCM crawls over to the corner as Usali gets to his feet at the opposite. Quickly, Usali rushes across the ring and jumps up as if to go for a Monkey Flip, but Mentis dodges and Usali lands on the middle ropes. NCM moves in behind Usali and places his head between his legs, lifting the high flier into the uncomfortable position of an Electric Chair. Trying to move back into the middle of the ring, Mentis is too groggy to stay stable and Usali takes full advantage. The immortal half-deity falls backward and drags Mentis the same way, planting him straight down on the top of his head with a horrific Reverse Hurricanrana.

Al Laiman: Usali might be immortal now, but NCM is DEAD!

One…
Two….
THREE!
NOOO!

Jerry Andrews: Not yet he isn’t.

Usali looks at the referee then back at NCM with disbelief and holds his head in his hands. Deciding to finish the match there and then, Basilisk gets to his feet and pulls the ALMOST dead Mentis back to his feet. Suddenly, with a rush of adrenaline through his body, Mentis lifts a shocked Usali onto his shoulders and throws him around immediately before driving his silver encased head into the mat with a brutal TKO.

Jerry Andrews: Nobody saw that coming!

Al Laiman: NCM is the very embodiment of unpredictability.

Still exhausted, Mentis is unable to capitalise on the move and both men remain on the mat.

Jerry Andrews: These guys are putting it all on the line here tonight!

Al Laiman: Of course they are, Jerry! A shot at the World Championship is on the line!

Mentis is eventually able to drape an arm over the motionless Basilisk.

One...
Two...
THR...KICKOUT!

Usali shoots his right shoulder up and Non Compos Mentis wanted the three! The fans are rallying behind the Immortal One and both men are back up, albeit on wobbly legs. NCM scores with a boot to the guts and pulls Usali in for the Fractured Mind! Basilisk counters with a backdrop, scores with a jumping elbow, and then heads to the top rope! Sizing up the Born Psycho, Basilisk takes flight with the Ascension Dive! Mentis rolls out of the way at the last second and the immortal crashes hard. The fans groan.

Jerry Andrews: So close!!!

Pulling the cult leader to his feet, Mentis locks him in for an Evenflow DDT...but Usali hangs onto the top rope as Mentis falls to the mat. Usali connects with a dropping headbutt that crosses NCM's eyes! Pulling Mentis up by his ears, Usali sets him up and lifts him for the Ascension Bomb!

Jerry Andrews: Here it is!

But NCM wiggles free and drops to his feet. Both men turn and it's Mentis that strikes with a thumb to the eye! Followed by a boot to the stomach! Followed by the Fractured Mind along the edge of the ring!

Jerry Andrews: FRACTURED MIND!

Mentis slowly pulls himself on top of Usali as the referee slides into position. Is Usali's foot under the bottom rope? It's hard to tell from this vantage point.

One...
Two...
THREE!!!

Jerry Andrews: Non Compos Mentis has done it! NCM will get a shot at the World Championship!

Winner(s): Non Compos Mentis via pinfall

Cashing In
Details: (The fans boo as AC/DC starts back up. NCM rolls onto his back with one fist raised in the air. As the referee recognizes Mentis as the winner, Justin "Stormm" Michaels slowly strolls out from the back with his World Championship slung over his shoulder. He give a pretentious golf clap. NCM finally recognizes PCW's most hated man and a smile slowly forms across his face. And then LoKi emerges from the back to a thunderous applause.)

Jerry Andrews: What in the hell is he doing out here?

(Stormm is obviously caught off guard, but LoKi doesn't even so much as glance at his Return to Glory opponent. The Angel of Death heads straight for the ring and wastes no time in acquiring a microphone.)

LoKi: Cut the music.

(The music cuts out abruptly and the cheers from the crowd slowly die out.)

LoKi: First off, I'd like to congratulate you both on a hard fought match. This is the kind of action that these people pay to see.

(The fans cheer.)

LoKi: But that's not why I'm out here. Non Compos Mentis. When that next pay-per-view rolls around, you'll be the one getting a shot at the World Championship...

(Stormm is clearly interested in where LoKi is going with this, as is Non Compos Mentis.)

LoKi: But don't plan on facing Justin Michaels...because at Trauma 100 I'm cashing in my rematch clause!

(The fans erupt, and Justin Michaels definitely doesn't like this turn of events; his face turning red with anger.)

LoKi: Justin Michaels...for the past two months, you've tormented me. You've embarassed me. And you've taken the one thing that I've worked so hard to obtain. So it's with great happiness that I tell you...

(LoKi and Stormm have locked eyes. You can cut the tension with a knife.)

LoKi: In four weeks, I'M GONNA TEAR YOU APART!

(The crowd erupts as the show ends with a hate filled staredown.)

*CLICK*

Overview

Andy D and Justin Michaels wrestle to a time limit draw
Nacho Grande d. LoKi via pinfall
Grimm & Sadistic d. Tony Brass & Glyn Speight via pinfall after Grimm pinned Speight
Heavy Metal d. Justin Kaard via pinfall
Tyrone Smith, Lantlas & High Tide d. Areas, Pegasus & The Watcher after Lantlas pinned The Watcher
Non Compos Mentis d. Usali Basilisk via pinfall

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I would like to thank Roy, Rick, and Josh for their help with the results this week. I'd also like to thank all those who have contributed to segments for this show.