Trauma 99 Results

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PCW Trauma: 98
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Live on E! from the Pure Class Arena in Greenville, South Carolina

Introduction
Details: ("Survival of the Sickest" by Saliva blasts over the speakers signaling the start of everyone's favorite Tuesday night television program! Nah, just kidding...it's the beginning of Trauma. The Trauma video package plays on the PCW-Tron as some fine camera work provides a broad spectrum of the PCW Faithful at their finest! The Pure Class Arena is rockin' and rollin' as a small pyro display blasts from the staging area.)

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentleman! Welcome to PCW Tuesday Night Trauma! If you're looking for the greatest wrestlers in the world, then you've come to the right place! And we are only two weeks away from what will surely be a Trauma to remember...I'm talkin' about Trauma 100!

Al Laiman: That's right! It's been coined the "Night of Champions" and it will be just that. And it'll be free right here on the E! Network!

If I can be serious for a moment...
Details: (A blistering guitar riff thunders through the arena and the PCW-Tron flashes to the image of a wall of flame and a wild mane of blonde hair. The music builds and the huge sunglassed face turns to the camera as fiery embers burn in the dripping lenses. His mouth opens in a primal scream, stretching impossibly wide as the view zooms in, passing between rows of glistening teeth… and darkness envelops the Pure Class Arena. With a deafening pyrotechnic explosion, “Metal Militia” kicks in proper and Heavy Metal is on the stage.)

Jerry Andrews: That music can mean only one thing...and listen to these fans!

(Clad in black leather atop crimson and gold ring attire, Roth is turned to the side with his jacket held closed like a subway flasher. He teases the crowd for a moment, and then with a devilish grin, pulls the coat open to display the International Title shining at his waist. A pair of two-fingered salutes and a healthy “EAYAOOW!” and he heads down the aisle, taking his time rather than making the usual mad dash. Roth raises his shades to ogle a ridiculously cute girl, and then bumps fists with her lucky bastard of a boyfriend by way of congratulations. The folks at ringside get a round of fives way up high, and finally Metal rolls into the ring.)

Al Laiman: The fans absolutely love Heavy Metal. I hear that the merchandise stands have a helluva time keeping Heavy Metal shirts, foam fingers, and "teased rocker wigs" in stock.

(Roth strips off his jacket and unstraps the International belt, plants a big fat kiss on it, and goes to each corner to hold it proudly up to the crowd. The strap is laid over his shoulder to glitter in the spotlights, and a microphone is handed in.)

Heavy Metal: I want to talk seriously for a moment here.

(Roth waits patiently for the PCW Faithful to chill out just a little. For once, the man doesn’t seem out to raise the roof. Yet, anyway.)

Heavy Metal: I want to talk, for just a moment, about this. This belt right here, the Pure Class Wrestling International Title. It passed through a lot of hands before it came home to me, and everybody left their own mark on it. So yeah, this belt stands for a lot of things. It stands for achievement. It stands for excellence in the sport. Athleticism, skill, general badassery - it stands for all of that.

Heavy Metal: But let me tell you something. In a world where titles can be bought and sold like pawnshop jewelry, this one has come to mean more than it ever has before. This belt now stands for nothing less than Pure Class Wrestling itself. Oh, I bought this title, all right. I bought it with my own blood, and I paid for it in pain. I claimed this belt through strength, speed, and skill, and I will defend it at all costs against all comers. And at T100, I’m putting my OWN mark on this belt. Allow me to explain.

(The wolflike grin reappears as he turns to address the backstage area.)

Heavy Metal: Oh, Billyyyy… Come out and plaaaaay!

(Cheers go up at the prospect of the title match at T100. Roth waits it out, glaring toward the back, lip and eyebrow cocked in a smile that really isn’t very pleasant.)

Heavy Metal: I’m not going to insult you, Billy. Okay, the last time I saw a face like yours, I fed it a banana, but that’s not important right now. What’s important is that in two weeks, you and I are going to be standing in this ring with THIS on the line, and I have one question I want to ask you. Billy… What do you got left?

Heavy Metal: Seriously, what do you have left? You’ve tried everything to get rid of me, and nothing’s worked yet. You took a chair and tried to do to me what you’ve done to a dozen other guys. But I’m still here. When that didn’t work, you stuffed me into a runaway truck, and tried to solve your problems by just blowing them all up. Whoops, still here. Then, at Return to Glory, when I was seconds away from turning you into just one more bad memory, your brother blindsides me with a shovel so hard I think my brain shot out my nose. We still haven’t found THAT, but who cares, because guess what? I’m. Still. Here! In two weeks you’re going to try again, and in two weeks, you’re going to fail. Again. But it’s worse than that Billy. Because YOU’VE got something on the line, too, lest you forget.

(Roth has been pacing the ring, but now stops and jacks a finger in the direction of the locker rooms.)

Heavy Metal: You keep one thing in mind, Billy Boy. I’m not defending against you. You’ve got that all KINDS of wrong. YOU… are defending against ME!

(He whips off his shades and flings them far out into the crowd with a casual flick of the wrist, never taking his gaze off the curtain.)

Heavy Metal: I’m coming for you, you malodorous m… whoa, I almost got fined there! Sorry folks, my swear jar’s got its own tax bracket, and I could retire on what the Dillingers have cost me these last few months. I’m coming for your undefeated record, Billy! I’m coming for your streak, and I’m coming for your ass! After T100, I will be the man who did something nobody else could do. I will be known all over Kentucky and everywhere else as the man who put down Billy Sadistic at long last! That is ALMOST as fine a prize as this little baby right here on my shoulder. And that night, when the kiddies of Hangtown get tucked in all snug with their dollies and teddies, and mom’s checked the closet for monsters, they’ll get a new bedtime story. And it will end with the words “and so FELL William Ian Dillinger”!

(Roth takes the title off his shoulder and raises it into the air with one hand so everyone can get a good look, especially Billy Sadistic.)

Heavy Metal: On September thirteenth, I’m putting MY mark on this belt! The International Title will stand as a monument to your defeat, and the beginning of the end of the Hangtown Hairballs! Your time has finally come, Billy…

Al Laiman: Is he predicting the Phenom's demise? Has he lost him mind?

Heavy Metal: It’s time for you to face… the… MUSIC!

(The live microphone hits the mat with a ‘thonk’ and Metal takes to the turnbuckles to hold the shining gold strap up for all to see. Will it be for the last time, or will he make good on his promise to ruin Sadistic’s unbeaten record? Guess you’ll have to tune in on September thirteenth to find out.)

OPENING MATCH
Singles Match
Lantlas vs. “Pure Class” Tony Brass
Referee: Roberto Garcia

Match Details: Ever since losing his immortality at Return to Glory 3, the Elven Warrior has changed drastically. If you haven't noticed the physical transformation you've got both contacts in the same eye. The blue hair faded, the perfect elven skin no longer perfect...he just seems like an older, slower version of the once proud warrior. His opponent? The lumbering mountain of muscle known as Tony Brass. Judging from the crowd's reaction during the elf's entrance, they aren't quite sure what to make of the PCW Legend. They haven't forgiven his recent transgressions, but something is definitely different and they can sense it.

The opening minutes of the contest feature "Pure Class" showcasing his superior strength advantage as he physically overpowers Lantlas. Yarding the Eleven Warrior around the ring, Brass looks like Hercules while Lantlas appears to be a shell of his former self. A pair of powerslams followed by a pair of nearfalls have the fans at a loss. They can't believe that the former World Champion is being whipped so handily...

Or perhaps he's just playing possum. Tony Brass is so confident in his abilities that he even takes time to pose for the PCW Faithful with a huge grin. Deciding that he's finally done playing with his prey, Brass pantamimes breaking the elf's back before yanking him up off the mat. Brass lifts Lantlas onto his shoulders for his patented Brass Bender torture rack submission...but Lantlas easily slips out, spins the meathead around, and plants him with the Written Word! Playing possum, indeed! Brass is knocked senseless and Lantlas rolls on top of his for the easy pinfall. The Eleven Warrior picks up the win at the 6 minute and 31 second mark.

Winner(s): Lantlas via pinfall

All of Your Personalities are Messing with a Man Who Could Purchase Your Admittance to the Funny Farm
Details: (Moving from the ring to the backstage area the camera finds the refreshing sight of Lindsay Michaels, more specifically her rear end walking down one of the many corridors. The lecherous cameraman, soon to be faced with a sexual harassment lawsuit, decides to pan up from that lovely sight and settles on following her along her route. Moving around to her side, the camera picks up a smile across her face, surely a sign of something bad to come.)

Jerry Andrews: Well that's just lovely.

(With the PCW World Champion nowhere to be seen, it can only be assumed that the lovely Ms. Michaels is under some diabolical order from the man himself. She continues on along the corridor and past numerous dressing rooms for PCW stars before turning a corner and screeching to a halt immediately, the smile wiped off her face.)

Al Laiman: A woman of her stature really shouldn't be walking around back there with those animals. Not alone, at least.

(In front of her is the dressing room of the man her evil overlord will be facing at Trauma 100, LoKi. This is her destination but there is one thing stopping her from going any further, a man standing next to the door also waiting intently for the former PCW World Champion. It is the intimidating, yet relatively calm, Non Compos Mentis. The Born Psycho is waiting for LoKi to confront him about pushing his title shot back to the PPV but clearly the God of Mischief has not shown up yet.)

Jerry Andrews: This is bad news for Ms. Michaels. That man is unstable and unpredictable.

(For a moment he doesn’t notice Lindsay until she lets out a slight gasp. She obviously wasn’t expecting to see him there and is unsure what to do. Her mind is made up when NCM turns to face her and his eyes light up. Lindsay’s reaction is that she wants absolutely nothing to do with one of the most violent and unpredictable men in PCW. Quickly Ms. Michaels turns on her heels and makes a hasty escape, but the Number One Contender sets off in hot pursuit. If he can’t get to confront LoKi this is the next best thing.)

Al Laiman: Uh oh...

(The camera follows behind Mentis as he in turn follows Lindsay. Panicked, she traces her steps down exactly the same route, looking over her shoulder every couple of seconds to see NCM getting closer each time. Back past the dressing rooms she goes until she turns another corner. Mentis, intent on getting hold of Stormm’s henchwoman, speeds up and swings around the corner only to stop just as suddenly as Lindsay had earlier.)

Jerry Andrews: Speak of the devil...

(There in front of him is Lindsay pointing and directing somebody in his direction... Justin Michaels.)

Justin Michaels: However many of you there are up in that hollow dome of yours, one of them better smarten up and tell the rest to walk away before something bad happens.

(NCM takes a couple of steps forward as Stormm does the same, standing in front of his precious Lindsay. They lock eyes and the tension grows until it can be cut by a knife.)

Non Compos Mentis: Why don’t you grow more balls than your girl and do your own dirty work?

(Stormm visibly tenses up and is on the verge of losing his cool. He looks over NCM, or rather looks down on him from his pedestal, and sneers with disrespect.)

Justin Michaels: Lindsay is a big girl, and can act on her own accord. I don't tell her what to do, and she doesn't ask permission if she's got something planned that will produce results and increase business. Now, if any of you know what's good for the rest, you'll mind your own damn business before you find yourself on a perma-vacation in a padded room somewhere. I know plenty of people in all the right places for such a thing to happen.

(As if to completely dismiss Mentis as meaningless, Michaels beckons Lindsay to follow and then goes to walk past him. On the way past, Mentis walks up to him but Michaels not-so-accidentally shoves his shoulder into the Born Psycho, knocking him back.)

Justin Michaels: Let’s get out of here, I’ve got a match to get ready for.

(As Michaels starts to walk away, Mentis is left fuming. He attempts to hold back his anger at being ignored like this but it’s a losing battle. The arrogant World Champion is suddenly grabbed from behind, spun around and thrown into the wall by his livid contender. Slightly stunned, Michaels drops his World Title Belt on the ground and stares straight into the maddened eyes of Mentis.)

Non Compos Mentis: You can ignore me now, but if you beat LoKi at Trauma 100, you won’t be able to avoid...

(NCM is cut off mid-sentence by a shot to the back that mildly annoys him. Twisting his head to the side he sees Lindsay holding a steel chair, but the look in her eyes after seeing him completely unaffected is one of fright. She drops the chair instantly and backs off, and NCM turns his malevolent attention back to Stormm.)

Non Compos Mentis: I’m coming for that World Title and I won’t be able to stop myself from tearing apart whoever holds it. I won’t care if it’s you or LoKi, or both of you. And you won’t be able to play any of your little games like you did with LoKi last time. You’d better be ready.

(Managing to hold back his fury, Mentis lets go of Stormm whose senses have returned. Nonchalantly, retaining all his egotism, Michaels dusts himself off and picks up his World Title just as his private security rushes around the corner, but Michaels shoes them away before they can spring to action.)

Justin Michaels: I don't care what years of curtain jerking and carelessly hurting young talent have done to all of your egos, but you're going to step into the ring with a whole new breed of pain that you can't even imagine right now you insane piece of trash! You better pray that LoKi manages to beat me at Trauma 100, otherwise, after I've tossed him aside for the second time in a row, I'll be showing you why you should have stayed down with the rest of the peons of PCW. Speaking of which, I don't have any more time for this, I've got a match to win.

(The squadron of private security quickly surround Michaels and Lindsay and whisk them away to leave NCM alone in the corridor, furious and ready for a fight.)

TRAUMA 100: Night of Champions
Details: (A short promo hyping the big "Night of Champions" anniversary show in two weeks airs on the PCW-Tron. Heavy Metal defending his International Championship against Billy Sadistic and Justin Michaels defending his World Championship against LoKi are highlighted before the PCW-Tron goes black. The fans are clearly excited for what promises to be a phenomenal night...of champions!)

MATCH TWO
Singles Match
Andy D vs. High Tide
Referee: Joseph Buckland

Match Details: Andy D enters first to Hypest Hype. The man is undefeated so far in Pure Class, and two weeks ago wrestled the World Champion to a time limit draw. Neither is a small feat, and the crowd shows their clear appreciation as he makes his way to ringside. Next, we get a little Jimi laid on us as a bonny lass steps through the curtain. It would seem High Tide has found himself a first mate! Chelsea escorts the pernicious pirate down the aisle and can’t help tossing both the official and Andy D a little attitude before taking her place at ringside. The cameraman seems a bit infatuated with her posterior, but that's to be expected.

Almost perfectly matched in size and ability, neither man is able to gain a clear advantage in the early moments. A series of locks, holds, throws, reversals, re-reversals, and re-re-RE-reversals leave both competitors winded but more or less where they began. High Tide catches a kick and ducks an enzuigiri attempt, then somersaults over Andy D into a bridging pin for a two count. Andy avoids a clothesline, lands a back heel kick, and lays the pirate out with a knee lift to the face. High Tide springs back to his feet, and Andy executes a picture perfect standing dropkick. Tide again up quickly, but he’s staggering and spitting out the taste of boot leather, and falls prey to a running STO! The cover is made, but Andy only scores a two. Tide has to use the ropes to pull himself upright, spots an incoming Andy D, and boosts him out over the top. But wait… Andy lands like a cat on the ring apron and throws an elbow at his opponent! Unfortunately, he catches nothing but air as High Tide drops low and sweeps Andy’s legs out from under him! A quick trip across the ring for some extra momentum, and High Tide drives his knee into Andy’s temple. Andy is knocked backwards off the apron and goes tumbling to the floor!

It was a short trip but a REAL bad landing, and Andy D is in a crumpled heap. Chelsea looks on with approval as her scurvy scallywag takes the fight to the outside, slamming Andy D on the concrete and smashing his back against the guardrail. High Tide hoists his opponent onto his shoulder with every intention of running him face first into the ring post, but Andy escapes out the back and it’s the Pirate who tastes cold steel! Both men are hurt, but Andy recovers in time to break the count and roll Tide back into the ring. The D-Man climbs onto the apron and slingshots into the ring, landing back first across his opponent! A hook of the leg and it’s one… two… NO! The crowd groans in disappointment. Andy D readies himself and waits as High Tide struggles to his hands and knees, then when the pirate is in position Andy bounces off the ropes to deliver the Dragon’s Bite! Alas, he does a nasty face plant on the canvas when Chelsea grabs his boot from the outside.

Of course everyone saw it but the official. The crowd boos the lusty wench, uh, lustily I guess, and Andy is himself unthrilled by the interference. He jacks an accusing finger at Chelsea who is playing just as innocent as can be, and suddenly finds himself rolled up in the Pirate Code! One… Two… Thr… Wow, that was close! Andy fights to his feet only to get a dropkick in the chest. The D is smarting as Tide charges with a full head of steam. Andy D quickly recovers and flips the pirate head over heels with a knee to the guts! With his foe in a prime position, Andy D sizes him up for the Dragon's Bite...but Chelsea is up on the ring apron doing her best to "distract" poor Andy. Bucky Joe attempts to force Tide's escort from the ring apron, but as he does so..."Crazy Boy" Smith sprints out from the back, springboards off the top rope, and connects with a missile dropkick to the back of Andy's neck! The fans boo as Smith quickly exits the ring. Observing the fortuitous turn of events, High Tide perches himself atop the turnbuckle and waits. Andy, groggy and holding his neck, slowly stands and walks right into High Tide coming Off the Plank! Andy is planted by the impressive flipping DDT and High Tide makes the easy cover. 1...2...3! And High Tide picks up the win at the 12 minute and 13 second mark.

Winner(s): High Tide via pinfall

Countdown - Postremo Ostendere Ineuntes
Details: (With excitement at a fever pitch for the rest of tonight's show and the hype machine for Trauma 100's "Night of Champions" special, the camera sweeps across the entire capacity crowd cheering and waving their signs to try and get a little face time on the E! Network. Just as the shot has the ring in the very middle, the lights once again power off with separate sections cloaked in sudden darkness until there's nothing but black and the white flashes of digital cameras or eerie blue tones from cell phone screens.)

Al Laiman: It's happening again Jerry.

Jerry Andrews: Just like two weeks ago at Trauma, we're left in total darkness.

Al Laiman: How can we be expected to pick a side or whatever the hell this is if we can't see what's going on? Who's asking us to choose anyway, Stevie Wonder?

Jerry Andrews: Whether or not this has something to do with sides, I'd like to be able to know why the lights have to keep being turned off myself, Al.

Al Laiman: It's like...remember that time...

Jerry Andrews: Shh. Is that...is that chanting?

(The sounds of the chanting by what could be hundreds of people standing in a large building echoes around the arena, infecting the ears of the fans in attendance with a repeated phrase looped over and over again.)

"Nitcht nitcht wasser wasser,
Nitcht nitcht wasser wasser"

(After a few loops of chanting, it fades into a heartbeat monitor noise followed by on screen effect in gold while golden lights light up in time with the rhythmic beating. A garbled voice in what seems to be reversed audio follows with a quick flash of something in black and white for just a few seconds. This is then followed by a buzzing noise similar to a faulty piece of electrical equipment, white lights around the building and on the stage flickering as if there was a fault with them.)

Jerry Andrews: What in the world...

(As the buzzing happens, a phrase on the PCW-Tron buzzes and flickers into life in gold lettering:

"He is before all things, and in him all things hold together - Colossians 1:17"

The PCW-Tron then appears to slowly zoom into the phrase, traveling through the letter O as a golden tunnel surrounded the edges of the screen, string instruments stumbling onto the audio and getting faster to give a sense of urgency until the golden tunnel disappears and another phrase appears on screen in fancy white lettering:

"Postremo Ostendere Ineuntes"

When the phrase has been on the PCW-Tron long enough to be read, it morphs into a countdown clock that appears showing days, hours, minutes and seconds as it ticks down.)

14:00:00:02

14:00:00:01

14:00:00:00

13:23:59:59

13:23:59:58

(Each second counted down is accompanied by a pounding echo like a basketball upon a floor in an empty room until just as suddenly as the video started, it ends again and the lights in the arena come back on.)

Al Laiman: Seriously now, Jerry, this isn't very funny.

Jerry Andrews: I wasn't aware whatever it was should be hilarious, Al.

Al Laiman: No. But this is getting ridiculous. I have no idea what's going on here.

Jerry Andrews: Well, judging from that little ticker, we're gonna find out at Trauma 100...

MATCH THREE
Non-Title Tag Team Match
Grimm & Sadistic (Tag Team ©) vs. "The Adrenaline King" Justin Kaard & Tyrone “Crazy Boy” Smith
Referee: Tyrone Little

Match Details: It must be sweeps week, because nothing scores the ratings like two of the most exciting competitors in Pure Class Wrestling being led to the ring by a smoking hot blonde. Emma looks just a tad embarrassed by the reaction she gets, while Crazy Boy and the Adrenaline King are, of course, utterly shameless. That’s why we love ‘em, and they take to the corners as the crowd works itself into a proper frenzy. But now hide the children and lock your doors, because here come the Hangtown Horrors. The Nappy Ne’er-do-wells of Nefariousness (sorry, best I could do this time) emerge from the back with violence on their minds, pausing on the stage to size up their opponents and share an ominous nod.

The lights haven’t even come up when Smith and Kaard jump the bell, turning into twin blurs of fists and feet. Nobody’s holding it against them in the slightest, and the match officially starts just seconds before Sadistic eats a double dropkick and goes sprawling out of the ring. Then the high flyers are on Grimm like poop on Jeremy Bagwell, and the Lord of Misrule is sent for a ride and out over the top rope to crash right into his brother! The Dillingers untangle themselves just in time for synchronized suicide dives, and bodies sprawl everywhere as a ‘divine excrement’ chant goes up.

Kaard recovers first and rolls Sadistic into the ring, so we’ll call them the legal men. The Adrenaline King enters via a slingshot senton and makes the fast cover, scoring a two count as Emma calls encouragement from ringside. Kaard hits a spiral leg drop, scores a one and a half count, and throws Sadistic to the corner for the tag to Smith and ultimately a pair of flying back elbows. Amazingly dominant, the high flyers work Billy over with fast tags and double teams. Grimm has to break up a pin after a satellite hurricanrana by Kaard, and another following a Smith one-arm DDT. Kaard sends Billy to the ropes for a high elevation dropkick, but Billy grabs on, and the back of the youngster’s head smacks hard against the canvas! Seeing the opportunity he’s been waiting for, the Carnivore grabs his opponent’s legs and snaps backward. Kaard is catapulted OVER the top turnbuckle where the bare steel post awaits!

Emma looks on in horror as the crimson begins to flow, and just like that, the tide turns against Crazy Boy and the Adrenaline King. The Lord of Misrule is tagged in, and after clearly asking Billy what took him so damn long, sets about trying to crack Kaard’s head the rest of the way open. The youngster is in major trouble as Grimm and Sadistic cut the ring in half to do their foul work. Kaard is hung upside down in the hostile corner, and Grimm charges across the ring for a cheap shot on Smith. With the referee distracted by the kafuffle, Sadistic tries to choke the Adrenaline out of the King as he dangles from the Tree of Woe! Grimm returns to his corner at full speed with a charging spear that folds Kaard in half, and the tag is made. Working together, the Brothers execute a double gutbuster that may have broken something inside. Smith makes the save at two and a half, but the Dillingers drag Kaard back to hostile territory before he can tag out, taking as much pleasure in tormenting those outside the ring as the man trapped in it.

A horrific scene ensues. Kaard is stomped down into the corner so the Carnivore can gouge and bite at the youngster’s bloody face, as half the audience decides they don’t want their popcorn anymore. Now it’s Grimm’s turn for some blatant chokes. Unable to take any more, Emma climbs up on the apron as Crazy Boy steps in to make the save, and Grimm leaps up with eyes ablaze, ready to meet the charge. The Crazy One ignores the referee and keeps his eyes locked on the Lord of Misrule as he steps slowly back out… And the bloodied Kaard explodes out of the hostile corner! Drawing on his last reserve, the Adrenaline King leaps and seizes two handfuls of red hair, smashing Grimm beard-first to the mat! Kaard lunges… and makes the tag!

The noise is deafening as Crazy Boy comes tearing into the ring! Sadistic tries to head him off, but gets a pair of boots in the teeth and goes tumbling through the ropes. Grimm suffers a jumping heel kick and a scissor kick in rapid succession, leaving him ripe for a rolling senton. Smith pumps his fist and hoists the Lord of Misrule up onto his shoulders and Grimm is about to take a flight on the Crazy Airlines! The crowd is on their feet as he starts the airplane spin… that suddenly becomes a tornado DDT on Crazy Boy! The ever-crafty Lord of Misrule is up in a flash, tags Sadistic, and gets Smith into position for the Foddershock. Crazy Boy is hoisted into the wheelbarrow throw, and Sadistic catches him on the decent to add a cutter to the equation, apparently just to be sadistic. Billy presses down on Smith’s chest as Grimm rolls to the outside. One… Two… Three!

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

Snap, Crackle, Pop?
Details: (The end of the match bell is still sounding when Grimm slides a chair into the ring for Billy and grabs another for himself. The referee gets tossed out as an afterthought and the Brothers turn their attention to the fallen Crazy Boy, making their bad intentions fully known. They close in… and the Adrenaline King dives back into the ring with a chair of his own! The youngster stands bloody faced and gasping for breath in a one-man stand off with the Brothers Gruesome, while Emma tries in vain to call him back!)

Jerry Andrews: What in the hell is Kaard thinking?! They're going to cripple him!

(This, alas, is what Grimm and Sadistic call sport. With savage smiles, they split off in a classic flanking maneuver. This isn't what Crazy Boy signed up for, and he groggily heads to the back...seemingly with other matters on his mind. Kaard feints this way and that, trying to watch both of them at the same time, ready to swing at anything that moves, but he’s outnumbered and has a lot less blood than he started the night with. The Hangtown Horrors give everyone a moment to savor the delightful tension before raising their weapons and stepping in for the kill… when Los Dos Amigos come tearing through the curtain and down the ramp, already armed themselves! Everybody’s got a damn chair tonight!)

Jerry Andrews: Here comes the cavalry! Thank God we didn't see a repeat of last week!

Al Laiman: What...no forklift handy?

(Grimm and Sadistic take a quick head and weapon count, and grudgingly yield the ring, sliding out just as Heavy Metal and Nacho Grande dive in to take up guard on either side of the Adrenaline King. Three armed men are enough to keep the Dillingers at bay for now. Scowling over being cheated out of his favorite activity, Billy Sadistic points one finger at Heavy Metal and makes a slow, slashing motion across his throat - an Omen of things to come? - as the feed goes to commercial.)

J-Bag Bagged
Details: (The feed returns to the backstage area; specifically in front of the open locker room door of Los Dos Amigos. Not more than five yards away from the locker room idles a forklift with the driver hunched over the steering wheel.)

Sadistic: How in the hell did they get out?!

(The Phenom's voice echoes from the corridor as the Tag Team Champions stride into view. The Lord of Misrule remains calm, but Sadistic is clearly infuriated. Spotting the forklift, Sadistic marches over and drags the driver from the seat. Pulling him upright, the driver's head plops back revealing that it's been cloaked by a brown paper bag...with a cute smiley face drawn on the front. Grimm arches an eyebrow as the laughter from the PCW Faithful rumbles through the backstage area. Ripping off the paper hood, Sadistic begins shaking an unconscious Jeremy Bagwell awake.)

Bagwell: Wah...wwwha...what...?!

Sadistic: What happened?!

Bagwell: I...I...don't know.

(The Carnivore of Hardcore responds with a backhand across the mouth with such force that Bagwell is spun around and dropped to his hands and knees. Unsatisfied, Sadistic punts him in the ribs before storming off in the opposite direction.)

Sadistic: Jackass!

(Grimm looks to Bagwell, then after his brother. His face betrays nothing.)

Bonus Beating
Details: (Backstage viewing shows us Andy D walking down a hallway, bag slung over his shoulder, looking like he’s leaving the arena. He seems slightly angry, probably over his loss earlier in the evening. He’s walking at a constant, fairly steady pace and he manages to readjust his bag on his shoulder without stopping.)

BANG!!!

(That was the sound of the steel chair that just connected very hard with Andy’s head. Mr. D obviously drops to the floor like a sack of bricks. The camera pans to look at the attacker, and we see Tyrone “Crazy Boy” Smith with a fuming look on his face. He takes a moment, hissing in anger, before he throws the chair down on the floor and walks off.)

Jerry Andrews: This is getting out of hand! These guys are supposed to be friends!

Pick a $ide
Details: (The Pure Class Arena turns to a lightless void, as the arena lights suddenly turn-off. “Every Breath You Take” by The Police blares through the arena speakers, piercing through the darkness.)

Al Laiman: Random music? A darkened arena? I bet I can figure out what happens next...

(As if Laiman was right on cue, the PCW-Tron flickers on. On it, an image of...



...Mount Rushmore, with the words “Change is Coming...PCW...Pick a $ide.” After about fifteen seconds of this, the PCW-Tron, and the arena sound system, cuts off. The feed then switches to Jerry and Al at ringside.)

Jerry Andrews: I still have no idea of what this is all about, Al.

Al Laiman: My guess? Someone is running for Presidency of the United States.

Jerry Andrews: But the election is still a year away!

Al Laiman: Then, whoever this person is, they better hurry up and get their name out there!

Jerry Andrews: I don't know. I don't think that's what it is. But...huh?...I'm getting word that someone is leaving Mr. Marshall's office.

(The PCW-Tron springs to life once again, this time the feed shows Shane Dodge standing outside of PCW President Skylar Marshall's office.)

Shane Dodge: ...I thought my eyes were deceiving me, but I could hear him. He's just wrapping up now.

(A moment later, the office door opens and, wearing a police uniform, exits Robert Patrick, star of Terminator 2.)

Shane Dodge: Mr. Patrick! Mr. Patrick! A word?! What are you doing here?

(Robert stares blankly into the face of Shane, then turns sharply in the other direction. The camera pans out and away from Shane, and in the background stands PCW International Champion Heavy Metal, and his tag team partner in Los Dos Amigos, Nacho Grande. Nacho slaps Metal on the back, who is starring with his mouth open as Robert Patrick walks away.)

Nacho Grande: I KNEW IT! WE'RE DOOOMED!

(The feed then fades to commercial.)

MATCH FOUR
Six-Man Tag Team Match
Heavy Metal (INT ©); Nacho Grande; Non Compos Mentis vs. Pegasus; The Watcher; Usali Basilisk
Referee: Steve Shaw

Match Details: It is now time for the big six-man tag match pitting Los Dos Amigos and the Born Psycho against the Ascension, led by the immortal Usali Basilisk. The Ascension are the first team to the ring, and they're given a warm reception; many of the youngsters are now sporting plastic Usali ceremonial masks - available at the PCW Shopzone! Poised heroically inside the squared circle, Basilisk and his followers await their opponents. NCM is out first, accompanied by Hells Bells, and he receives a mixed response from the PCW Faithful. Which Non Compos Mentis will we be getting tonight? Only time will tell. The Amigos enter next, and the response from the crowd is huge! Slapping fives all the way down to the ring, they enter the ring alongside NCM and Steve Shaw checks the participants before beginning the match.

Nacho and the Watcher begin the match, and the luchador uses his superior speed to flabbergast his larger foe. The match goes back an forth in the early stages with the Ascension making quick tags while the Amigos and NCM function equally as well as a team. Usali is clearly the dominant force on his team as he holds his own against against Nacho, then Metal, before Mentis is tagged in. The noise in the arena begins to rise as NCM and Usali lock horns...a bitter rematch from two weeks prior. It doesn't take long for things to get ugly as NCM and Basilisk really get after it! The fans loved it two weeks ago, and they're loving it now! Fists are pounding, sweat is flying, and their teammates are even considering getting involved! The action quickly spills to the outside and Shaw begins the ten-count!

The Watcher, Heavy Metal, Pegasus, and Nacho Grande, not wanting the match to be thrown out, mob both men and attempt to direct them back into the ring. That doesn't last very long. A three-on-three brawl ensues as Shaw continues his count. Thankfully, the brawl returns to the ring, but the referee clearly has zero control! Heavy Metal jumps about six feet in the air and dropkicks the Watcher in his all-seeing eyeballs. Basilisk headbutts Grande and the luchador's knees buckle; Usali clearly has the sturdier mask. Non Compos Mentis even spikes Pegasus onto his head with the Fractured Mind AND...nope. No, he didn't kill him. Just hurt his neck a whole bunch.

Pegs rolls to the outside, and he's currently residing on Dream Street. Basilisk, getting a little revenge for Peggy's head and neck, sprints across the ring and lunges for the Born Psycho. Both men spill through the ropes to the outside and they're at each other's throats again! With the Watcher left alone, Los Dos Amigos have no choice but to catch him with a double flapjack! The Watcher is down in the center of the ring, and the flamboyant fliers head to opposite corners. The fans come to their feet as the Amigos, perched atop their respective corners, point at each other before taking flight! A simultaneous 2AM Drive Thru and Air Guitar seal Montezuma's Revenge and it's all academic from there! Shaw can't remember who the legal men are and he doesn't really care. Nacho makes the cover as Metal counts along. One...two...three! And at the 9 minute and 11 second mark the team of Los Dos Amigos and NCM pick up the victory!

Winner(s): Heavy Metal; Nacho Grande; Non Compos Mentis via pinfall when Nacho Grande pinned the Watcher

The Boss
Details: (The brawl between NCM and Basilisk continues up the aisle as a stampede of security officers headed by "Big Dave" Brandt pours out from the back. It takes ten men and a small boy to pull the two apart as the PCW-Tron comes to life. Sitting behind his desk is the snappy dresser and consumate businessman...Skylar Marshall. Cue the boos.)

Skylar Marshall: You guys didn't get enough of each other two weeks ago, huh? Well I'll tell you what...at Trauma 100 you guys can tear each other apart. It won't be a "rematch," it'll be a "Grudge Match." I've already instructed the referee to be a bit more...lenient...with his rule enforcement.

(The fans erupt at the thought of these guys getting one more crack at each other!)

Skylar Marshall: But wait...there's more! Areas, the North American Champion...the man that will take on Justin Michaels in tonight's champion vs. champion main event, will be defending his title against...well, I don't really know yet.

(This confuses the fans.)

Skylar Marshall: I don't know who his opponent will be because the "Night of Champions" will kickoff with a battle royal. The winner of that battle royal? You guessed it. He'll get a chance to take that belt from Areas later on in the night.

(The fans let out a small roar.)

Skylar Marshall: Oh! And I almost forgot! The Legends Match!

(The fans are confused once again.)

Skylar Marshall: A pair of past PCW Legends will be making their triumphant returns at Trauma 100, and they'll be squaring off against one another in singles competition for the first time in a long time inside of a PCW ring!

(This news sparks immediate speculation amongst the PCW crazies in the audience. Marshall peers out into the crowd via the PCW-Tron before breaking into a sarcastic smile.)

Skylar Marshall: You're welcome.

(And with that, the PCW-Tron fades to black as the Amigos, and Ascension, and the Born Psycho eventually find their way to the back.)

MAIN EVENT
Non-Title Singles Match
Justin “Stormm” Michaels (World ©) vs. Areas (N.A. ©)
Referee: Eric Russo

Match Details: The main event of the evening is up next and it’s a Champion versus Champion contest between Justin ‘Stormm’ Michaels and Areas. The first music to hit is “Ain’t no sunshine” by DMX and purple smoke begins to go off on the entrance stage. The fans begin to cheer as the North American Champion, Areas, walks to the ring and he makes it to the entrance stage before stopping. Areas puts his hands on his hips and looks over at the crowd, he then puts his hand in the formation of a gun and pretends to load it and shoot it at the ring before making his way down and entering the squared circle.

Next is “I Will Not Bow” by Breaking Benjamin and immediately a chorus of boos drowns out the music and the ring announcer who introduces Justin ‘Stormm’ Michaels. The PCW World Champion walks out onto the stage and takes in the animosity of the crowd before strutting down to the ring, utterly confident in himself.

With both men in the ring and the music cut, the referee Eric Russo checks to see if both men are ready and signals for the bell. The boos, that have lasted all the way from the start of Stormm’s entrance, part for a moment to allow for an “A-RE-AS!” chant to grow amongst the crowd. The two competitors begin to circle and Areas is soaking up the support when they throw themselves into a tie up in the middle. Both men push hard but it’s Stormm that quickly gains the advantage with his extra weight and strength, putting Areas in a headlock. Areas tries to fight back and pushes Michaels into the ropes and on the return goes for a shoulder block…but Michaels is too strong and knocks him down to the mat.

Hitting the adjacent ropes, Stormm rebounds back at Areas but he drops to the mat, sending the World Champion over the top of him. As Areas gets to his feet, Stormm comes back at him only to run straight into a boot to the midsection and a sudden Swinging Neckbreaker.

One….
Kick Out!

Jerry Andrews: Enthusiastic but it’ll take more than that to beat Michaels.

Al Laiman: Right now it’s about wearing down the opponent, making him kick out of pins is just another way of doing that.

Areas gets back to his feet and he pulls Michaels up with him, but he quickly learns you should never take your eye off the World Champion when he lands a rising knee to the gut. Taking his opportunity, Stormm hits the ropes again and goes for a big clothesline. Somehow the Shaman of the Ascension ducks, latching onto the outstretched arm as he does. Moving behind Michaels, Areas tries to lock up a backslide position, going for his signature Backslide Driver, but Stormm is too big and strong to take over. Instead he replies with a stunning elbow to the back of the head and sets up for the Hangcloud DDT. In a reverse DDT position, he tries to lift the North American Champion but he resists too. Out of nowhere the technically proficient Disciple swings through the move 180 degrees, completely reversing the move into a Standing Dragon Sleeper of his own.

Jerry Andrews: Fantastic reversal from the North American Champ!

The referee checks for a submission but Stormm gives an emphatic “No!” and struggles to break the hold. Areas has the submission locked in tight and the crowd is cheering hard for Michaels to give up. The World Champ raises his hand and the crowd anticipate it to tap, but he reaches out desperately and grabs the ropes. Even this small act provokes a chorus of boos but when Areas releases the hold there’s an even larger boo… as Michaels jams his thumb into his eye.

Al Laiman: Well that didn’t take long….

Jerry Andrews: It really was just a matter of time until Michaels’ true colours showed through.

With Areas disoriented, Michaels grabs him and locks in a double underhook before hauling him overhead with a Double Underhook Suplex. Areas holds his back but the World Champions smells blood and locks in an Abdominal Stretch straight away. This time it’s Areas’ time to squirm for the ropes but he’s cut short when Michaels digs his elbow right into his ribs to inflict more pain.

Al Laiman: Both men are very accomplished in mat wrestling, it wouldn’t surprise me if there was a submission at any moment.

Inflicting more torture on Areas, Michaels puts more pressure on the hold while the “A-RE-AS!” chant is revitalised. Looking up to the sky and toward the great and powerful Numaki, the Shaman finds some strength and pushes his way to a knee. Fighting back, Areas slams a series of elbows into the ribs of Michaels, forcing him to loosen the hold. Free from the World Champ’s grasp, Areas rushes forward at the ropes but Stormm follows him in and hits a kitchen sink knee to the gut as Areas turns. Not wasting time, Stormm whips Areas back across the ring and on the return ducks for a backdrop. Areas sees him early though and nails a boot to the head before snapping him straight back down with a brutal Snap DDT.

Jerry Andrews: Areas pulled that out of nowhere!

One…
Two…
NO!

Areas is quick to get back to his feet and begins to measure the vulnerable champion. Just as Michaels gets to his feet Areas pounces and fire a Superkick straight toward the cranium. Just before contact Michaels catches the boot and instinctively throws it hard to the side. With Areas facing away now, Michaels locks in a Full Nelson and uses his superior strength to lift him off the ground and throw him straight down on his neck with a sickening Full Nelson Slam.

Jerry Andrews: Areas could be out cold after that landing.

Al Laiman: Stormm doesn’t think so, he’s going for a sleeper to make sure.

Indeed Michaels does lock in a grounded sleeper hold on the North American Champion who struggles to fight back. He attempts to pull his opponents arms away but the hold is locked in tight. Areas tries to reach for the ropes but they’re too far away. Gradually his actions begin to fade and his arms drop. The referee again checks for a submission but receives nothing…literally nothing. Russo picks up Areas’ arm and drops it straight to the mat once….. then again…..then again!

Al Laiman: No! His arm is up!

Areas pulls his arm up millimetres from the mat and begins to pump it, getting the fans back into cheering his name and urging him upward. He obliges, pushing himself up to his feet while still in the hold before reaching behind Stormm’s head and dropping straight down with a jarring Jawbreaker. Summoning the spirit of Inferatus, Areas unleashes some inner fire with a flying forearm….and another! Stormm is stunned as Areas hits the ropes and springs off the middle ropes with a spectacular Crossbody Block.

Jerry Michaels: Michaels plucked Areas out of mid-air!

All Areas can do is fly straight into the arms of Stormm who drops him straight into a backbreaker, but keeps hold of the groggy opponent. In one movement, Stormm transitions Areas into position for the Reverse Implant DDT and proceeds to lift him into the air and slam him straight down with a horrific landing.

Al Laiman: Hangcloud DDT, that’s it!

One…
Two…
Three!

Jerry Andrews: Shoulder up! Areas got his shoulder up!

Clearly frustrated by this kick out, Michaels questions the referee who stands firm on his decision. Now angered, he grabs Areas by the head and drags him up to his feet before standing at his side and grabbing him around the neck. He’s going for the Flash Flood, a face-planting Reverse Sambo Suplex, and tries to lift Areas up….but he isn’t out of it yet. While in mid-air, Areas reaches back and grabs Michaels head. On the way back down Areas manages to throw Stormm over his shoulder with a Snapmare. With Stormm stunned and seated on the mat, Areas summons up all his remaining energy and hits the ropes at speed, returning with a running knee strike directly to the skull. As Michaels is flat out on the mat, Areas springs onto the middle rope and dives backwards with a Lionsault, crushing him and leaving Areas exhausted on the mat too.)

Jerry Andrews: Areas connects, and I smell an upset brewing!

Areas plops an exhausted arm over the World Champion's chest.

One...
Two...
Kickout!

Both men are running on fumes, and Areas knows that if he's going to put Michaels away, he's got to do something right now. Areas and Stormm are slow to their feet. Stormm staggers towards the Shaman and that's when the North American Champion strikes! Using that enhanced metallic arm, he quickly snaps around with a spinning backfist! But Stormm was ready and waiting! He ducks the blow, boots Areas in the stomach, and pulls him in...and BAM! The Force of Nature bounces Areas off the mat and Michaels instinctively makes the cover!

One...
Two...
THREE!

This time, there is no last second kickout as Michaels scores the victory in a hard fought contest!

Jerry Andrews: An impressive win by Justin Michaels in this Champion vs. Champion bout! Now he can focus solely on LoKi and his big title defense in two weeks...

Winner(s): Justin "Stormm" Michaels via pinfall

Line in the Sand
Details: (The referee hands Michaels his coveted championship belt...and that's when LoKi flies into the ring from the crowd! Dressed in his street clothes, he levels the champion with a clothesline and the belt goes flying! The fans are going ballistic as LoKi exacts a little revenge on his nemesis! LoKi hoists Stormm into the air and drops him over his knee with the Alpha Breaker! Michaels is in no condition to fight LoKi after such a grueling contest and the Fallen Angel knows it. With Justin clutching his back on the mat, LoKi prepares to inflict some serious punishment by locking in the Broken Wings...but Stormm quickly scrambles free and rolls to the outside. The fans begin booing.)

Jerry Andrews: LoKi is tearing the champion a new one!

(LoKi follows Stormm to the ropes but Michaels quickly backpedals up the ramp. He's quickly surrounded by his personal security squadron as LoKi slowly turns and spots the PCW World Championship belt laying on the mat. Snatching the strap off the canvas, LoKi thrusts it into the air. The ovation is deafening! Infuriated, Stormm heads back down towards the ring. As if to invite Michaels into the ring, LoKi lays the belt at his feet and motions for him to enter. The fans are anticipating a good old fashioned street fight!)

Jerry Andrews: Look at the hatred in the champions eyes! He's literally angry with rage!

Al Laiman: These guys want to kill each other!

Jerry Andrews: Folks, that's all the time we have! Be sure to tune in to Trauma 100...the NIGHT OF CHAMPIONS!

*CLICK*

Overview

Lantlas d. Tony Brass via pinfall
High Tide d. Andy D via pinfall
Grimm & Sadistic d. Justin Kaard & Tyrone Smith via pinfall after Sadistic pinned Smith
Heavy Metal, Nacho Grande & Non Compos Mentis d. Usali Basilisk, Pegasus & The Watcher after Nacho Grande pinned The Watcher
Justin Michaels d. Areas 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.