Trauma 101 Results

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PCW Trauma: 101
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Live on E! from the Pure Class Arena in Greenville, South Carolina

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Introduction
Details: (Back to the PCW Trauma you know and love! Although a recap of the 100th edition of Trauma from two weeks ago is shown. Strange entrance music, your favorite wrestlers saddled with odd gimmicks, and complete fools billed as PCW "Legends" were pretty much par for the course just fourteen days ago at the Pure Class Arena. However, tonight will feature a return to the norm, and monstrous main event for the tag titles, and a NEW World Champion in LoKi! Que the fireworks, "Survival of the Sickest", some clever fan-made signs, and the voices of Pure Class Wrestling - Jerry Andrews and Al Laiman.)

Jerry Andrews: Welcome, fans, to PCW Trauma! We are live on the E! Network, and we've got a fantastic night lined up for you!

Al Laiman: And just let me get this out of the way and say that if I see Jacob Roth sporting a porn 'stache or Grimm painted gold EVER again, I'm just going to shoot myself.

Jerry Andrews: Save a bullet for me, buddy. I ain't missin' that party.

Al Laiman: And speaking of parties, PCW's new party host will be gracing us with his presence right...about...now!

MATCH ONE
Singles Match
Dazz vs. Tyrone “Crazy Boy” Smith
Referee: Roberto Garcia
Match Details: In the opening match of the night we're treated to a contest between newcomer Dazz, the Messiah of Metal and Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith. Smith, still in the midst of a bitter, yet confusing, feud with Andy D, makes his way to the ring first. Once cheered for his carefree in-ring ways, he's now booed by the masses. He either doesn't care or he's crazy, boy. Out next to a nice ovation in the opening match is the man that debuted in impressive fashion at Trauma 100 by dismantling Jeremy Bagwell. Dazz Stylez. He is the embodiment of rock n' roll, AND he looks an awful lot like somebody else that works here...

The match starts with Dazz hitting some nice armdrags, hip tosses, and bodyslams to a hearty response from the PCW Faithful. But the happy times don't last very long. A karate chop to the throat courtesy Tyrone's crazy hand sees to that. And he lets the boos shower over him. Beatings ensue for PCW's newest superstar at the behest of Crazy Boy and the situation looks dire when Smith connects with the Crazy Airlines - Destination Samoa! And the pinfall attempt. 1...2...kickout!

The craziness doesn't stop there. Tyrone, ready to put this noob in his place, begins throwing everything he's got at the rock n' roller. Floating DDT! Two-count. Jumping Heel Kick! Two-count. Frog Splash off the top! Two-count. Crazy Drop?! You guessed it...two-count. Crazy Boy is starting to look a bit annoyed as the Metal Messiah just won't stay down.

Seeing that wide open shoulder, Crazy Boy goes ahead and locks in the Crazy Nerve Hold! Dazz fires off a right hand, but Smith won't let go. Another! Nothing. A headbutt, but he still won't release it. A knee to the gut leads into Dazz's Wrap Around DDT...and FINALLY the hold is broken! The fans go crazy as both men are down. Smith is still in better health and he's up first...and walks right into a small package! 1...2...kickout! And Smith angrily levels Dazz with a lariat!

Lifting the weakened Dazz off the mat, Crazy Boy pulls him in for the Crazy Slam and lifts him high into the air. As Smith begins to spin, Dazz drops down behind the Crazy One! The Last F'n Show spins Smith Around, lifts him onto his shoulders, and plants him with the Stylez Clash! In an instant, it's over! 1...2...3! And at the 9 minute and 55 second mark this one is in the books! Adding another win to his credentials, Dazz exits to much fanfare.

Winner(s): Dazz

Charitable Donations
Details: (The feed cuts to the backstage area, more specifically right outside of PCW President Skylar Marshall's office. As the camera starts to peek inside, there is already action in progress as a couple of men in suits waving papers about are yelling at Skylar about something that the audio feed has yet to pick up clearly.)

Jerry Andrews: Someone is really laying into Mr. Marshall about something right now, Al.

Al Laiman: You can say that again, but if those suits are any indication of what's going on, then the slight rumblings of cheers are about to go south.

(As the camera man maneuvers into position inside of the President's office, much to Al's predictions, Justin "Stormm" Michaels becomes recognizable, and standing next to him looks like one of your typical lawyer types. But given the fact that Justin has been added to the Main Event at Deception, he doesn't seem too happy right now. Queue the boos in the arena.)

Al Laiman: What did I tell you?

Jerry Andrews: Quit gloating, I'm trying to hear what Mr. Michaels is trying to say!

Al Laiman: Mister? Did he pay you to call him that?

(Stormm stands up and slams his fists down onto Skylar's desk who does his best to remain calm in the situation.)

Justin Michaels: You have got to be kidding me about this, right? I didn't even ask for this rematch at Deception, so which one of you two pea-brained idiots decided to make it happen, huh? Was it you, or that mush-mouthed hillbilly, Alejandro?!

Skylar Marshall: I assure you Justin that nothing in your contract will say otherwise; this is a legitimate decision by Pure Class Wrestling staff to add you into the main event with LoKi and Non Compos Mentis at Deception.

Justin Michaels: My contract clearly states that I make my OWN terms when it comes to POTENTIAL rematches following any length of reign in PCW.

Skylar Marshall: Following any length of title reign in PCW that ends at a Pay-Per-View. You might want to double check that wording in there. You lost to LoKi at a special taping of Trauma, meaning we have the ability to use our creative rights, and schedule your rematch at any point we deem worthy.

(Michaels shoots the dirtiest of glares at his lawyer, one of many we can only assume, before grabbing the papers out of the man's hands. It's obviously a copy of his contract as he puts it all back in order before stacking it up neatly and placing it on Skylar's desk for the time being. He turns back to his lawyer with a balled up fist and takes a swing, stopping just shy of connecting with the man's jaw.)

Justin Michaels: You're fired!

(The lawyer breathes a sigh of relief at his brush with a complete beat down, but slumps down and depressingly walks out of Skylar's office having just lost his job.)

Justin Michaels: As for this place's "creative decision making" you couldn't have done a worse job of scheduling when it comes to my World title. I'm not champ right now due to a little thing in the business world called charitable donations. Usually a tax write-off, but in this case it was just a straight up willingness to give to the less fortunate...

(Jeers started to fill the area much like they do any time Stormm opens his mouth at a live taping at ANY PCW event. Skylar Marshall interrupted Stormm, however, before he could continue any further with his nonsense.)

Skylar Marshall: Justin, you don't have to come in here and put on this charade with me, you've got more on your shoulders than any sane man should ever have. Of course, not everyone in this federation is exactly what you would consider "of sound mind", but that is neither here nor there. You didn't lose the World title because you wanted to; you lost it because of your inability to perform against LoKi at Trauma 100. Whether you want to be a part of this potentially dangerous match at Deception is not your decision to make, but for your sake, you better hope that you've got everything straightened out, or you just might not be looking any World champions or #1 contenders across the ring from you for a while following the pay-per-view.

(The unusual cheers following a Skylar Marshall statement can be heard from the faithful, but is still mostly drowned out by the continuing boos.)

Justin Michaels: Are you threatening my potential of being the most powerful champ this hole in the wall has ever seen you piece of overpaid garbage?! Because I have to tell you, I've had about enough of the threats and ultimatums lately, inside of this arena and out. So you might want to rethink your decisions when it comes to my status in this federation Skylar, or those so called people "not of sound mind" won't be the ones you need to worry about causing harm to the rest of the roster. We both know what I've got on the table right now, and I just don't think your "top notch" staff and their idiotic "creative rights" want to see the kind of disorder that can be induced with the snap of my fingers.

(A very long pause comes as Justin continues to sweat at the thought of Skylar carrying out on his possible threats, while Marshall gulps down some of the confidence he had built up while calling out the former champion on some issues. All the while the boos in the audience continued to rise. Stormm then raises his right hand and placed his middle finger and thumb together before forcing them apart.)

*SNAP*

Justin Michaels: Think about it Marshall, and tell your little Bayou Butt Buddy about it too, I'm sure he'll be thrilled at the kind of dirt that can be kicked up around here if these threats hold any water.

(Stormm picked up the copy of his contract and a briefcase that had been sat down next to the chair he had been seated in before putting his contract inside, and then loosening his tie. He acted as if he wanted to say something else to Skylar, but instead took a deep breath, turned sharply, and knocked a few miscellaneous items off the top of Skylar's desk as he stormed off.)

MATCH TWO
Handicap Match
LoKi (World ©) vs. Jeremy Bagwell & Smith
Referee: Joseph Buckland
Match Details: We return to the ringside area to find Jeremy Bagwell and the man known only as Smith making their way down the aisle. The fans boo them because the fans don't like them. Smith is wearing a strange Phantom of the Opera-esque mask. The pair are accompanied by the giant masked muscleman known as Machine. Looking oddly confident, Smith and Bagwell enter the ring. Machine waits patiently on the outside, his long black hair cascading over his shoulders.

LoKi is out next with the World Championship - his second - draped over his shoulders. Flashbulbs light up the Pure Class Arena. The champion clearly has his sights set on taking care of business as he heads straight to the ring. Once inside, he begins unloading with plenty of lefts and rights to feed both Smith and Bagwell. The fans are still on their feet as LoKi has effectively knocked both men silly. Grabbing each man by the back of their heads, he brings them together for a meeting of the minds! Smith goes down clutching his face as Bagwell wobbles around on shaky knees.

Booting Bagwell in the stomach, LoKi pulls him in and absolutely demolishes him with a vicious move he calls Ragnarok! Flopping like a fish, Bagwell bounces out between the middle and bottom ropes and lands in a pile on the outside of the ring. Smith, looking to take advantage of the preoccupied World Champion, charges from behind with a lariat! LoKi feels him coming and latches onto Smith's arm! Swinging him around, he drives him into the mat in the center of the ring and locks in the Broken Wings! Not more than two seconds into the submission and Smith is tapping like a maniac! LoKi yanks back on the hold one more time for good measure before shoving Smith's face down into the mat! And just like that, only 1 minute and 44 seconds into the match, and it's all over. LoKi stands and gazes at Machine who still stands motionless on the outside before retrieving his belt and heading to the back.

Winners(s): LoKi

What are you doing?
Details: (The camera returns from commercial break to find Jeremy Bagwell swinging the door open to his locker room. Behind him is Smith. Behind him is the giant known as Machine. Bagwell is clearly frustrated after losing a two-on-one match...even if it was to the World Champion. Ripping off an elbow pad, he whips it into the wall!)

Jeremy Bagwell: This is ridiculous! There were two of us out there! Three if you count it...

(Bagwell motions to Smith behemoth, Machine. Never one to mince words, Machine simply tilts his head to one side.)

Jeremy Bagwell: I've been training like a meth head! I've been taking Billy's "supplements"! And I've been getting the shit kicked out of me in general for the past six months! What do I have to show for it? Loss...after loss...after loss!

(This time it's one of Bagwell's boots that gets launched into the wall. A low, ominous voice quiets the room.)

Grimm: What are you doing?

(All eyes turn to the Abomination of Desolation. He's confortably folded himself between a set of lockers and a moving crate. His pale blue eyes leave no question as to who his question was directed towards.)

Jeremy Bagwell: Just...taking my gear off.

(Bagwell allows a frightened gulp. Smith and Machine just watch.)

Grimm: I'm not talking about right now, and I'm not talking about that garbage you were a part of out there tonight. What are you doing, boy?

Jeremy Bagwell: I...I guess I'm night really sure what you mean, sir.

Grimm: Is this what you want to do with your life? Be my brother's whipping boy?

Jeremy Bagwell: William is training me...

Grimm: Training? Are you really that stupid? Don't get me wrong...I'm sure Billy enjoys beating you senseless, as do I, but do you really think this is all part of some professional wrestling curriculum?

Jeremy Bagwell: ...

Grimm: I tell you this, and I'll only tell you this once. You are travelling down a path that has no escape. If you value your health...and your sanity...you'd do well never to set foot in Hangtown ever again. Believe me. I know.

(Jeremy simply looks at the demon he'd once attempted to run over with a car. Was Phinehas looking out for the youngster? The confusion was evident upon the face of poor Bagwell. And not another word was spoken.

As the camera pans out of the locker room, many of the fans watching on the PCW-tron give a bit of a start. There, crouched against the wall with his black mess of hair rubbing against the concrete blocks, rests Billy Sadistic. Older brother was listening. His lips are curled into a heinous grin, and I guanrantee, it's not from happiness.)

MATCH THREE
Singles Match
Lantlas vs. Andy D
Referee: Steve Shaw
Match Details: Back to the ringside area and Andy D is out first. One of the bright young stars in the PCW, he receives a welcoming response from the PCW Faithful. His ongoing feud with PCW's resident Crazy Boy has the fans intrigued, but right now Andy is focused solely on the match at hand. The Elven Warrior, Lantlas Anduril, is the next to enter as some Hans Zimmer plays over the speakers. Although the vicious beatings and ruthless demeanor have subsided as of late, the fans still aren't too fond of the PCW legend...as the boos can attest to. Entering the ring, his once bright blue hair now dulled, he disrobes and faces his opponent.

Andy D, full of enthusiasm, goes straight for the veteran. Lantlas, still appearing to be a bit off his game ever since his loss to Usali Basilisk, seems a step behind his younger opponent. The elf attempts to use his size and experience to slow his foe, but the Dee's determination is ambitious. Perhaps Andy is too green to know that he should fear PCW's icon? Regardless, Andy D scores several one-counts against the Elven Warrior and looks to be wearing him down. A running STO puts Lantlas on the mat, and Andy D looks ready to finish off the elf. He moves in for the Dragon's Bite...and as he's doing so, Tyrone Smith trots out from the back.

Where were we? Ah, yes. Andy moves in for his patented shining wizard...but Lantlas springs up and hoists Andy onto his shoulders for the Flame of the West! Wiggling out the back door, Andy D clubs Lantlas in the back of the neck, spins him around, and goes for the Irish whip! Lantlas reverses and sends Andy to the ropes. And Crazy Boy pops up onto the ring apron in front of the approaching Andy D! Andy puts on the brakes, ducks a Crazy Boy swing, and blasts him with a right hand that sends him to the floor! The fans erupt! And during all of this confusion, the clever veteran Lantlas rolls Andy up from behind with a schoolboy for the one, two, three! Lantlas rolls out of the ring, content with his victory, and Andy D is none too happy.

Winners(s): Lantlas

Wilson?
Details: (As Crazy Boy starts to make his way back up the ramp, gloating towards Andy, the Dee picks himself up and demands a microphone.)

Andy: Crazy Boy, stop where the hell you are.

(Crazy Boy stops up the ramp, shouting something unheard of towards Andy.)

Andy: I don’t know about you, but all week people have been asking me the same question. Wilson? Wilson? Who the frag is Wilson?

(About half the arena starts laughing as they get the reference while the rest are just curious as to what’s going on.)

Andy: Well I know you want me to keep my silence about the whole thing, so I’ll tell you want I’ll do. At Deception, you and I are in a one on one match. If you beat me, I will not only destroy all the pictures and videos I have, but I guarantee I’ll never talk about it again.

(There’s a slight booing from a crowd that’s wants to know the answer to who Wilson is.)

Andy: But if… No, when I win, right there in the middle of the ring, I will show everyone in attendance and all the people who are watching at home, exactly what happened between you and Wilson.

(Andy drops the microphone and the two send pointing gestures and unheard insults back and forth as we head to commercial break.)

MATCH FOUR
Tag Team Match
Areas (North American ©) & Usali Basilisk vs. High Tide & Justin Kaard
Referee: Melina Cruz
Match Details: We return from commercial to find High Tide and "The Adrenaline King" Justin Kaard at odds with each other inside the ring. Fellow North American Championship contenders and rivals since their respective debuts in Pure Class Wrestling, the two have been forced to team up here tonight. And their opponents, the last remaining remnants of the Ascension, are out next. The North American Champion, the man with the bionic arm, Areas, is lead to the ring by the leader of the Ascension..."The Grand High Exalted One" Usali Basilisk. Rumors of a rift between the last two members of the Ascension be damned, tonight they enter the ring as a cohesive unit against two very talented up-and-comers. Melina Cruz will definitely have her hands full with this one as she calls for the bell.

"The Immortal" Usali Basilisk opts to start this one against High Tide, the unfortunate loser of a paper, rock, scissors match. The two aerial specialists lock up in the center of the ring and a quick, masterful series of maneuvers, counters, and reversals wows those in attendance. Even Kaard applauds approvingly from the corner. Basilisk tags in the North American Champion while Tide slaps the Adrenaline King on the shoulder. Kaard takes exception to the "tag" but makes no attempt to retaliate. Kaard and Areas lock up, and Kaard shows off a little speed of his own by going behind with a hammerlock...on the champion's human arm. Areas reverses. Kaard counters with a headlock. Areas powers out into an armbar. Kaard responds with an arm twist, then an arm drag and a quick cover that draws a one-count. Areas is quickly back up and he decks Kaard with a blow that puts the Adrenaline King on his back! The metal arm comes into play again! Areas makes the cover, but the dazed Kaard kicks out at two and crawls over to tag in High Tide.

The swashbuckler leaps into the ring, and he has a bit of jibber jabber for Areas that is most definitely rated Arghh! Tide talks Areas into a wild haymaker, ducks it, and nearly suplexes the champion out of his boots! A quick cover, but only two. High Tide goes to work on the champion, possibly an omen of things to come at Deception, and rides the momentum to several nearfalls. A headbutt to the bridge of Tide's nose sends the pirate down to one knee, and a trail of blood begins to trickle from his left nostril. Areas uses the opportunity to tag in Usali. The fans erupt as Usali climbs in and levels a bloody Tide with one...two...three consecutive clotheslines! The Grand High Exalted One is a ball of fire as Kaard comes in and receives a little bit of the same from Basilisk! Usali is cleaning house...

...when Areas strikes with the spinning backfist! To Basilisk! The fans let out a collective gasp as the blow from the metal arm of Areas drops Usali in a heap! The boos are immediate. Ever the scurvy dog, High Tide makes the cover. 1...2...3! Areas walks out on Usali...and the Ascension...with his North American Championship in hand.

Winner(s): High Tide & Justin Kaard when High Tide pinned Usali Basilisk

Déjà Vu
Details: (Before the show gets a chance to proceed with any further events, cameras pick up commotion amongst the fans in attendance. What is shown to viewers at home is the sight of “The Anarchist” Jason Willard and Loco making their entrance from the crowd for a second week in a row. Willard pushes his way through the taunting PCW faithful and Loco moves the security that makes the path towards the ring that much easier. Hoping the guardrail, Willard darts for the ring and slides in underneath the bottom rope, picking himself up a split second later, as Loco takes a more traditional approach, by climbing the ring steps and enters the ring. Decked out in all black, they are shown to be wearing a shirt that has the PCW logo covered up with that of a violet anarchy sign, that Willard is wearing and Loco has his One Crossroad To Greatness logo burned through the PCW logo. Almost immediately Willard doesn’t endure himself to the LOUD fans that boo him as he instigates some more volume with a double display of his middle fingers complete with an ear to ear grin on his face. Dropping his arms and tossing his trademark braids back out of his face, Willard pulls out a microphone which had been tucked in his back pocket and proceeds to bring it up to his lips.)

Willard: The sound of you straining your voices just to boo me is a feeling that I have embraced for well over a decade, and I LOVE it. Believe me ladies and gentlemen and I use that in a loose context, the feeling has been mutual for my entire career…

(Willard laughs at this and decides to egg on the crowd as he tries to bring it to near riot levels of hatred. A chant of ‘FUCK YOU WILLARD” starts up to which the self proclaimed “Anarchist” just takes some bows.)

Willard: Ah the same three words that your IQ’s allow you to spit out. Some things never change, and in that vein some things do and have. It has been a long time since I’ve been out in front of all this East Coast trash prior to last week and who would’ve thunk that during my last stint here, you guys loved Justin “Tropical Stormm” Michaels and Lantlas….

(The sound of Loco’s backhand has been heard hitting the chest of his partner in crime.)

Loco: Wait a minute, I thought it was the hurricane????

Willard: SHHHH, you want to get sued? It’s Stormm.

Loco: Isn’t that short for Stormangel????

Willard: No, that’s Jessie. Remember, he dawned the mask and called himself The Phoenix in the Intercontinental Championship Tournament that you won? He was your first opponent and you cracked a shot glass over his face?

(Loco is in deep thought and then a slow smirk creeps up, he nods and begins to laugh.)

Loco: AHAHAHA, yeah I remember now. And Lantlas is Tinkerbell right????

Willard: Or Zelda, whichever you prefer.

Loco: Always hated that game, until Super Nintendo came out with A Link To The Past. Anywhoddles, please continue.

Willard: We return back for god knows what reason and true to your fickle selves, they have a change of heart and you now despise both men. Yet how many failed seasons have your Gamecocks had? Including the debacle that was the SEC championship last year??

(Again with a laugh but now with a slight shaking of the head and the same deafening boos.)

Loco: That’s right, it’s all about the ACC and The good ole Tar Heels BABY!!!!

(Loco gets a quick laugh in and then stops as he looks over to his friend, who has lined him up in his sites as he knows he did that as a shot, due to Willard being a Duke fan.)

Willard: Pathetic guys. That what you are and always will be, pathetic! And just because you disgust me so damn much and PCW saw fit last week to try and put Loc and myself in a match {Willard turns to the camera to mouth the words “Nice try”}, I figured…hey, since it’s unsanctioned because I’m not under any contract to this shithole company..Why don’t I give one of you inbred hicks the chance to get out from behind your pigs and get in here and take a shot at me, huh?

(This challenge leads to some spattering of cheers as the fans aren’t sure they understood just what Willard has proposed one of them to do, Loco moves to a neutral corner and pulls out his cell phone and gets the camera ready and yells out “I’m ready for the five second pose”.)

Willard: Come on guys. You have hated me for so damn long that I’m willing to give one of you the shot to get in here and do something about it. Just make sure you have purchased your health insurance, because you are definitely going to need it...

(Willard eyes around the entire crowd seeing that there are plenty of fans willing to take him up on the offer, but don’t seem to be too hasty to jump in and actually carry it out. Willard returns to the center of the ring looking more serious than just seconds ago as he slowly shakes his head.)

Willard: Fine. I understand that PCW’s finest won’t let any of you get in over your head. They fear the words “legal action” around here. But…if that’s the way it’s got to be, then I’m going to come out there and take care of this myself.

(Willard again looks into the camera as he’s shown mouthing the words “Destiny, put the girls to bed” before dropping the mic, Willard jumps out of the ring and slowly paces around surveying all the fans that have certain four letter words to hurdle his way. PCW officials have already begun to run down to try and taper the situation, not knowing if Willard is serious about this or not (although he certainly appears to be). Willard eyes the oncoming stooges and without warning, spins to the front row and yanks out a “fan” from his seat. The crowd’s boo’s reach a fever pitch as Willard pounds away at the youngster who is curled into a ball to try and protect himself. Loco snaps a shot of this and says “yeah, that’s the money shot right there.” Before too much damage is done, Willard is pulled off and restrained. He has a psychotic look in his eyes, but that slowly gives way to a smile and then a laugh as he has some words with the backstage help. The “fan” is looked over as Willard is led towards the back with the crowd in unison with booing and the new chant of “WILLARD SUCKS”, Loco is told to exit the ring and join his UnHoly running mate, he looks disappointed, but does do so.)

MATCH FIVE
Singles Match
Justin “Stormm” Michaels vs. Non Compos Mentis
Referee: Eddie Lane
Match Details: After a quick commercial break, Trauma is back and ready for action with this PPV caliber match. The most unpredictable man in PCW and the wealthiest man in PCW are going to lock horns in an attempt to gain a little momentum going into the main event at Deception. Non Compos Mentis is out first, and he receives a mixed reaction from the crowd. Not that he cares. He's just here to take care of business. And hurt people. Upon entering the ring, he retreats to a corner and takes a seat. Out next is the former World Champion and all-around arrogant bastard, Justin "Stormm" Michaels. The fans hate this man and they aren't shy about letting him know. The charitable one heads down to the ring looking smug as ever, and he just barely dodges what he hopes was a cup of Mountain Dew. That fan won't be enjoying the rest of the show. Eddie Lane will be charged with keeping things all clean and sportsmanlike in this match, and he calls for the bell.

What better way to start things off than with a good old fashioned staredown? Stormm can't help but run his mouth...which Mentis quickly shuts with one of his beefy fists! The fans erupt and the fight is on! NCM pounds moneybags into the corner and stomps him all the way down to the mat and out of the ring! Michaels take an eight-count to clear his head and yell at a couple of the uglier fans before sliding back into the ring. The two go to lock up again, but Michaels, charitable as can be, generously pokes NCM's eye for him and takes sweet, sweet advantage! Stormm suplexes the Born Psycho to the mat and initially considers unleashing some technical knowhow on him before opting to pummel him with feet, knees, and fists. Hell, he even chokes him a little bit for good measure. Mentis almost looks like he's smiling. Almost. Lane warns Michaels, then attempts to pull him off of NCM and Stormm has to restrain himself from laying out the zebra.

NCM seizes upon the opportunity and connects with a kick that lands dangerously low. Lane warns the psycho, but he could care less. An eye gouge sends Stormm feeling for the ropes and NCM moves in. A kick to the chest, a headbutt, and a flurry of fists drop Stormm to his knees and NCM can't help but choke the rich man with his dirty boot. Again, referee Lane is forced to intervene. The Born Psycho physically shrugs him off and Lane looks like he's dangerously close to throwing this one out. NCM turns around and walks right into a blatant low blow! Stormm wraps his hands around NCM's throat and Lane has seen enough!

Mentis, in turn, laces his fingers around Stormm's neck as the men engage in the awkward dance of attempting to choke the life out of each other! Lane gets physical once again and attempts to pry the bitter rivals apart, but it's no use. He doubles his efforts and jumps in again...but this time he's thrown to the mat by both men! Shaken by the fall, Eddie Lane angrily calls for the bell as the brawl continues! At the 6 minute and 57 second mark Eddie Lane is forced to disqualify both men!

Winners(s): Draw

Championship Aspirations
Details: (Even though the vicious match ended with no clear winner, NCM and Stormm still want to get at one another. The referee reserves are called upon from the back to keep them from tearing each other limb from limb.)

Jerry Andrews: It's clear that nothing was settled here tonight between these two men.

Al Laiman: Lucky for them they'll get another shot at each other...and the World Championship...at Deception.

(As the referees calm the chaos in the ring, LoKi, now dressed in his street clothes, calmly walks out onto the stage. In his right hand he holds the PCW World Championship belt. Eventually, Mentis and Michaels become aware of the champion's presence and their attention turns to him. LoKi doesn't utter a single word. He doesn't have to. Without batting an eye, LoKi slowly raises the gold above his head to a thunderous roar from the PCW Faithful. And Trauma goes to a commercial break.)

MAIN EVENT
Tag Team Championship Ladder Match
Grimm & Sadistic © vs. Los Dos Amigos
Referee: Tyrone Little
Match Details: ‘Play With Me’ By Extreme hits to signify the start of the Main Event and the crowd goes wild. The challengers for the PCW Tag Team Championships Los Dos Amigos walk out onto the stage with huge smiles at the ovation they’re receiving and dash down to the ring, high fiving all their fans on the way down. On the way to the ring they pass a ladder positioned at ringside and halt. Giving each other a look, the dynamic duo grab the ladder and slide it under the bottom rope before entering the ring themselves.

As Nacho and Heavy Metal pace the ring mat to oblivion in waiting for their opponents, the crowd call for the war to begin. They don’t have to wait long as ‘Rusty Cage’ by Soundgarden begins to play and a haunting mist descends over the entrance ramp. The eerie atmosphere heightens until, finally, the PCW Tag Team Champion, The Brothers Dillinger, The Hangtown Hillbillies, The Masters of a Thousands Nicknames, Grimm and Sadistic walk out. Immediately they’re confronted by a barrage of boos and jeers but they don’t care. The fearsome brothers walk down the ramp and stop at the bottom, waiting just outside the ring.

Jerry Andrews: There they are, the Gruesome Twosome, can they defend those Tag Team Titles yet again against Los Dos Amigos?

Al Laiman: It’s hard to look past them, but if anyone can do it it’s Nacho Grande and Heavy Metal.

Jerry Andrews: Exactly, we’re in for a close one here and… what the!

The voice of PCW is cut off as Nacho picks up the ladder they’d previously moved into the ring and launches it over the top rope at the Brothers. Just aware enough, they catch the ladder on the outside and grin…well… sadistically. They aren’t as aware, however, of Heavy Metal who has hit the far ropes and throws himself over the top rope with an awe inspiring Somersault Dive. The Whirling Dervish of Metal Mayhem crashes straight into the ladder and both Brothers.

Al Laiman: Heavy Metal just sacrificed his body and the match hasn’t even begun yet!

Jerry Andrews: There’s the bell, Al, guess the timekeeper realised this match wasn’t going to be playing by the rules, so why let them get in the ring first.

Tyrone Little, only there to make sure the doctors are called when somebody gets killed, goes outside to check on all three competitors. He’s disappointed to see that nobody is dead yet but they’re still not moving much. Still in the middle of the ring, Nacho starts a ‘Hea-Vy-Me-Tal!’ chant with the crowd and pumps his fist in excitement. His celebrations continue as if he doesn’t realise the match has begun. Then, in a flash of enlightenment, THE Taco Bell Hero realises he’s all alone and the titles are hanging above his head.

Al Laiman: Grab a ladder you masked moron!

Nacho obliges PCW’s resident colour-commentator by climbing quickly to the outside and grabbing another ladder before sliding that one into the ring. Climbing back in, Nacho begins to set up the ladder as the crowd change their chant to “Nacho! Nacho!”. The masked luchador gets the ladder up but on the outside Grimm is beginning to stir. Beginning to climb, Nacho reaches for the titles after every step with the fans at fever pitch. The still groggy Grimm rolls into the ring and sees Nacho climbing and gets to his feet before slamming a forearm into the fan-favourite’s back. Boos fill the arena as the Bearded Brute grabs the back of Nachos mask and pulls him off the ladder with a huge slam.

Jerry Andrews: So close…

Al Laiman: …yet so far.

As the ladder falls over after the slam, Grimm folds it up and moves it to the edge of the ring. Grimm, turning his attention back to his opponent, lands a stomp straight into Nachos sternum and then hauls him up from the mat. Pushing Nacho onto the ropes, Grimm lashes a chop straight across his chest followed by another and then a clubbing blow to the head….No!

Nacho fights back, ducking the hit to the head and switching positions with the Hangtown Horror. Hitting a couple of stunning elbow strikes, Nacho whips Grimm across the ring and on the rebound hits an armdrag. Frustrated, Grimm charges back at Nacho who evades and hits a second armdrag. Still angered, Grimm is about to charge once more when Nacho extends his hand as if to say “Stop!”. Bemused, Grimm does stop and grins creepily, only to see Nacho raise his hand and shout “NACHOO…”. Before he can finish his chant, Billy Sadistic slides into the ring and hits a sickening Lariat to the back of his head.

Al Laiman: Never take your eyes off a Dillinger!

The Brothers begin to lay into Nacho with an onslaught of stomps. They drag their opponent to his feet as Heavy Metal gets to his feet on the outside, clearly having inflicted just as much damage on himself as the Dillingers or maybe more. Locking up Nacho, Grimm and Sadistic haul him into the air for a double suplex but Nacho flips through the move, landing on his feet behind the brothers. Just as he does this, Heavy Metal climbs onto the apron, springs onto the top rope and hits an astounding Flying Double Dropkick, hitting both Brothers simultaneously.

With all four men in the ring for the first time, Los Dos Amigos pick up the Brothers and set them up against the ropes. As the crowd start to chant heavily, Phineas and Billy are whipped across the ring and met with stereo armdrags as they rebound. Both Brothers have the same reaction, get up and attack! But when they do Nacho and Metal responds with two more stereo armdrags that send the Dillingers reeling to the outside to regroup. As they do Nacho finally throws his hand in the air and…

Jerry Andrews: NACHOOOOO!

Al Laiman: You’re supposed to be impartial, Andrews!

Seeing the Hangtown Horrors still working out their gameplan on the outside, Los Dos Amigos give each other another glance and hit the far ropes. Throwing themselves forward, they torpedo themselves through the middle ropes with Suicide Dives…but the Grimms pick up the ladder that’s on the ground and throw it straight into the heads of their missile-like opponents.

Al Laiman: Resourceful and devastating… perfect words to describe the Dillinger Brothers.

Jerry Andrews: Other than sick? Or terrifying?

With both members of Los Dos Amigos down on the mat, The Grimms share a sadistic smile and lift the apron. They spend a few moments looking before retrieving two items; a black baseball bat and a shovel.

Jerry Andrews: Oh good god!

Al Laiman: It was only a matter of time before things got brutal.

The Dillingers, complete with devilish accessories, slide back into the ring and go to work. Sadistic focuses on his former International Championship rival Heavy Metal and slams the butt of his Baseball Bat into Roth’s gut. Meanwhile Grimm turns him attention to Nacho and crouches above him before wrapping the handle of his Shove around his throat in a sickening Camel Clutch type hold.

Jerry Andrews: Goddamnit ref, that’s a choke!

Al Laiman: There’s No DQ in a ladder match, he can choke Nacho until he goes blue and it won’t matter!

Grimm keeps the blatant choke in place as Sadistic scouts a recovering Heavy Metal. Roth sees the suffering of his partner and goes to try and save him but receives a vicious strike across the chest with the bat, knocking him flat out on the mat. Finally Phineas releases his grip and Nacho clutches at his throat, gasping for breath. Grabbing his mask again, Grimm pulls Nacho to his feet and rests him against the ropes before slamming the handle of the shovel straight into his chest. Sadistic drops to the mat with Heavy Metal and proceeds to start choking him with the bat too, showing the true savagery of the family line.

Grimm grabs Nacho’s hand and whips him, one-handedly, across the ring before preparing his shovel. On the rebound, Grimm takes a huge swing with the weapon and attempts to take Nachos head off… but the fat food lucha hero ducks. As Grimm turns to see what happened, Nacho hits a boot to the gut that makes him release the shovel and leaps up before hitting a spectacular Hurricanrana. Grimm gets to his feet only for Nacho to swipe his legs out from underneath him and spring off the middle rope with a stunning Moonsault.

Jerry Andrews: Nacho’s coming back!

Feeling the adrenaline, Nacho grabs Grimm’s shovel and climbs onto the apron. Making his way to the corner he begins to climb the turnbuckles but Sadistic sees him and removes the bat from Roth’s throat. As Billy rushes to stop Nacho, the fast-food-luchador jumps over him, places the shovel under his arm and plummets to earth with a shattering 2AM Drive Thru shovel-assisted elbow.

Jerry Andrews: It’s not just The Dillingers that can play with weapons!

Nacho realises Sadistic is still up and get to his feet holding the shovel. Sadistic closes in on him but doesn’t see the shovel get fired straight into his stomach. Changing his grip, Nacho takes the weapon and drives it hard across the back of Dillinger Senior. A “NACHO! NACHO!” chant starts again as he sees to his friend, aiding Heavy Metal back to his feet. Once Roth has his breath back the duo find the ladder that had been set aside. Instead of setting it up in the middle of the ring, Los Dos Amigos place it in a corner and turn their gaze at Grimm.

Al Laiman: They might not seem very fearsome, but Nacho and Heavy Metal know how to put people away. What have they got planned here.

Roth and Nacho haul Grimm to his feet as he’s still stunned following the 2AM Drive Thru and push him into the opposite corner to the ladder. There they each grab one of his hands and whip him across the ring as hard as they can. Nacho falls to the mat with the strength of his throw while Metal stumbles further into the middle of the ring. Grimm careers straight toward the ladder but at the last moment jumps, landing like a cat on the fourth step before turning and throwing himself back toward Heavy Metal, grabbing his head, twisting and nailing a sickening Harvest tornado DDT.

Jerry Andrews: Phenomenal agility from Phineas Grimm!

Al Laiman: Phenomenal crushed dome for Heavy Metal!

Grimm gets quickly to his feet and meets the recovering Nacho with a Savate Kick to the sternum. Seeing that he’s the only person standing, Grimm makes a beeline for the ladder in the corner and sets it up in the middle of the ring. He begins to climb as the crowd calls for Nacho and Heavy Metal to get up, and Nacho apparently hears them. Still struggling, Nacho drags his body up the first few steps and tries to catch Grimm. The Bearded Beast sees his rival coming and tries to reach for the title. His hand is touching leather when he receives a punch to the gut from below.

Al Laiman: Two men at the top of a ladder… this never ends well.

Nacho pulls himself up to an equal level with Grimm and fires a fist at his head. Grimm takes the blow and almost loses his balance before replying with a fierce blast of his own. The two men exchange blows until Billy pulls himself to his feet using the ropes. Stumbling over to the ladder, Sadistic tries to push it over, showing no concern for his brother’s wellbeing. He’s close to doing so when Heavy Metal finds his feet and makes his way over to the other side, pushing it back.

Jerry Andrews: Sadistic wants to decimate Nacho even at the loss of his brother, Heavy Metal is trying to save Nacho even if it means Grimm survives.

Al Laiman: Oh Ladder Matches, how we love you!

The tug of war endures and the two men atop the ladder continue to hammer punches into each other. Neither team is willing to give in as the ladder sways back and forth and both Grimm and Nacho threaten to lose their footing. Finally, as the Ladder becomes grounded again, Sadistic pulls back his leg and fires it through the ladder, between Heavy Metal’s legs and straight into his crown jewels.

Jerry Andrews: Disqualification!

Al Laiman: How many times…. It’s NO DQ!

Heavy Metal crumbles to the mat leaving Billy free to push hard against the ladder and tip it over. Grimm and Nacho stop throwing punches for a moment only to fall helplessly and devastatingly onto the top rope and bounce like rubber balls back into the ring.

Jerry Andrews: Oh my god!

Al Laiman: Sadistic sacrificed both his brother and Nacho's chances of ever having little Grandes!

Retrieving his favorite bat, Sadistic measures Heavy Metal and waits for his bitter rival to stand. And when he does....THWACK! He swings for the fences and drills Roth in the side of the knee! Metal goes down like he'd been shot and begins screaming in pain. He quickly rolls to the outside and not too long afterwards, a few medical personal head out from the back to check on the International Champion. Pleased with his work, Sadistic turns his attention back to Nacho. The luchador struggles to stand, but when he does he's met with a boot to the guts and a stiff Sadistic DDT! The fans are booing mercilessly as Sadistic drops to the outside in search of a...chair?

Jerry Andrews: This is absolute carnage! Billy Sadistic destroyed Heavy Metal's knee, and now it looks like he's going to cripple Nacho!

Sliding back into the ring, he peers down at Nacho with a smirk on his hairy face. Grimm is back up, and they're ready to do their worst. Sadistic hands the chair to his brother. Bending to place the chair around Nacho's neck, Sadistic stops his younger brother and holds up a finger. Sadistic pulls Nacho off the mat, and he wants Grimm to bash the luchador's head in with the steel chair. Sadistic locks Nacho from behind and the Lord of Misrule is more than happy to oblige! A two step approach...a swing...and Sadistic is blasted so hard he's knocked through the ropes! The fans erupt!!!

Jerry Andrews: Nacho ducked out at the last second, and Grimm just plastered his brother! I can't believe it!

Nacho armdrags a surprised Grimm and the chair goes flying into the middle of the ring! Both men are back up and a boot to the mid-section doubles Grimm over. Pulling the Abomination into the center of the ring, Nacho lifts him vertical and piledrives him directly onto the steel chair! Grimm is down and the fans are on their feet! The medics call for help from the back and things don't look good for Heavy Metal at the ringside area.

Al Laiman: Nacho Grande is single-handedly fighting off the tag champs!

Mustering his last bit of strength, Nacho erects the ladder beneath the hanging belts and begins to ascend. Sadistic slowly comes to on the outside, and his face is a crimson mask! Blood drips in his eyes, his mouth, his chops...everywhere. He spots Nacho climbing the ladder and he pulls himself up onto the ring apron. Nacho spots him and picks up the pace. Sadistic begins to step into the ring...but then he spots Grimm on the mat. Slowly, he pulls his leg back through the ropes and slowly hops down off the ring apron.

Jerry Andrews: What in the hell is Billy Sadistic doing? The belts are within reach for Los Dos Amigos!

With a wicked grin, blood filling the spaces between his teeth and dripping from his chin, Sadistic backpedals away from the ring. Grimm slowly comes to and reaches for the ladder, but it's too late. Seconds later, Nacho tumbles to the ground with a belt clutched in each sweaty hand...and the roof nearly blows off of the Pure Class Arena!

Jerry Andrews: They've done it! THEY'VE DONE IT! Los Dos Amigos have defeated the Horrors from Hangtown! The reign of terror is OVER!!!

The fans are going out of control! Once reality sets in, an exhausted Nacho Grande rolls out of the ring to check on his best buddy!

Winners(s): Los Dos Amigos when Nacho Grande retrieved the belts

Aftermath
Details: (Grimm can't believe it. How had Nacho managed to grab the belts? How had Billy not stopped him? Looking around, Grimm finally spots his smiling brother backpedaling up the ramp.)

Jerry Andrews: Phinehas Grimm can't believe it. His brother walked out on him! He let Nacho Grande climb the ladder unabated!

Al Laiman: He might as well have handed the belts over.

Jerry Andrews: You have to wonder if that stray chairshot had anything to do with that decision...

(Grimm's gaze is fixed on Sadistic's blood soaked smile, and the Lord of Misrule can only shake his head in disgust...)

Jerry Andrews: Folks, that's all the time we have here tonight! We'll see you at Deception!

*CLICK*

Overview

Dazz d. Tyrone Smith via pinfall
LoKi d. Jeremy Bagwell & Smith via pinfall after LoKi pinned Smith
Lantlas d. Andy D via pinfall
High Tide & Justin Kaard d. Areas & Usali Basilisk after High Tide pinned Usali Basilisk
Justin Michaels and Non Compos Mentis fought to a draw
Los Dos Amigos d. Grimm & Sadistic after Nacho Grande retrieved the belts

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I would like to thank 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.[/color]