Trauma 103 Results

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PCW Trauma: 101
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Live on E! from the Pure Class Arena in Greenville, South Carolina

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Introduction
Details: ("Survival of the Sickest" by Saliva is blaring over the PA, the lights are flashing, and the PCW Faithful are going balls nuts! Signs are littered throughout the crowd; fans praising their heroes and berating those dastardly villains! It's the hottest show on Tuesday nights and those not in attendance are probably glued to their televisions eating pizza and drinking beers. The cheering intensifies when the pyros shoot off and the camera gracefully settles in front of Jerry Andrews and Al Laiman.)

Jerry Andrews: Welcome back to Trauma! The Pure Class Arena is packed to the rafters and you can feel the electricity in the air!

Al Laiman: Look for the situation between Skylar Marshall and Alejandro Walker to intensify here tonight as the prepare for War Games!

Jerry Andrews: War Games, indeed, with the fate of Pure Class Wrestling hanging in the balance! And you can expect Skylar Marshall to do everything in his power to assemble the best team possible. I wouldn't put it past Marshall to...

The Skylar's the Limit
Details:

…Back in Black…
…I Hit the Sack…
…It’s Been Too Long…
…I’m Glad to Be Back…
…Yes, I’m Let Loose…
…From the Noose…
…That’s Kept Me Hanging Around…

...the opening of AC/DC’s, “Back in Black” begins to play. Without prompting, the arena attendees burst out in jeers....)

...I’ve Been Looking At the Sky…
…And It’s Getting Me High…
…Forget The Hearse Cause I Never Die…
…I Got Nine Lives…
…Cat’s Eyes…
…Abusin’ Every One Of Them, Runnin’ Wild...

Al Laiman: At Trauma 102, we were greeted with Alejandro Walker opening the show, and now, at Trauma 103, we're about to be greeted by the boss...PCW President Skylar Marshall.

Jerry Andrews: Skylar might be the boss for now, but at Hostile Takeover, in the War Games, we might be saying a different story.

(...From behind the entrance curtain, dressed in his usual, customized, fully-tailored pin-stripped black business-suit, and sporting his everyday ponytail and glasses, PCW President Skylar Walker emerges. The sight of the man garners even louder jeers from the crowd....)

…Cause I’m Back…
…Yes I’m Back…
…Well, I’m Back…
…Yes, I’m Back…
…Well, I’m Back…
…Well, I’m Back…
…Yes, I’m back…

(...Skylar, looking as business as ever, power walks his way to ringside, before climbing the ring-steps and stepping through the top and middle ropes. Skylar immediately motions for a microphone, and is handed one by Mark Long.)

Al Laiman: I wonder how he's going to respond to Walker's first two picks for his team.

(Skylar motions for the music to be cut off and, when it does, he brings the microphone to his lips and speaks.)

PCW President Skylar Marshall: Let me first say that I'm not going to come out here like Walker and make apologizes and excuses. I don't apologize for anything I have done or will do. Every risk I take is calculated. Every decision I make, I have thought of every possibility. Sometimes those possibilities work out in my favor, and sometimes they don't, but all that matters is I am always thinking. I'm not here to make popular decisions to remain in everyone's good gracious. Everything I do, I do because I feel it's the right move to make for Pure Class Wrestling, the talent in the back, and you, the PCW Faithful.

(The fans let out a thunderous groan of boos.)

Skylar Marshall: And if you don't like it, so what?! In the long run, you can thank me, and people like Hank, Crazy Bob, and others for the success of the PCW. We made PCW into what it is today. Which is why people like Nacho Grande and Justin Kaard, siding with a loser like Walker, makes me sick.

I've done nothing but give those guys opportunity after opportunity, and they sit and bitch and moan about their treatment. If it wasn't for me, neither of those bums would even have a job with Pure Class Wrestling. And the thanks I get is for them to side with Walker? That makes no sense. But it's alright. When my team destroys Team Walker at Hostile Takeover in the War Games, Nacho and Kaard, Los Amigos Dos...what a stupid name, by the way...will get their comeuppance.

(Fans jeer some more. Duh.)

Jerry Andrews: Mr. Marshall makes mention of his team, but who exactly has he chosen?

Al Laiman: Maybe it's a secret. Or maybe we should let him finish talking so we can find out.

Skylar Marshall: Which reminds me, I want to let my intentions be known upfront about who I want as part of Team Marshall...

Al Laiman: ...Told ya.

Skylar Marshall: ...the first three members of Team Walker are:...Justin “Stormm” Michaels...“The Anarchist” Jason Willard...Loco...Havoc Inc.!

(Fans boo...yeah, sorta like a ghost. If that ghost had a billion microphones and amplifiers.)

Jerry Andrews: Whoa! Major news there! The former World Champion and the former and longest lasting Tag Team Champions...being announced as part of Team Marshall...whoa!

(Just then, the PCW-Tron springs to life and on it, sitting inside of a very swank, plush dressing room, is Stormm and Tha UnHoly Alliance. Stormm looks deep into the camera and speaks.)

Justin “Stormm” Michaels: So this is why you had the cameraman force his way into my dressing room? To capture this moment, Marshall? Figures. Unfortunately for you, our reaction isn't probably the reaction you want.

(Skylar, still in the ring and watching the PCW-Tron, has a somewhat amused, yet quizzical, look on his face.)

Stormm: Do you really think that we are going to join your team? Why would we? Loco and Willard have gotten little-to-no respect since signing with Havoc Entertainment. And let me not even start on the whole, “you-forcing-me-to-use-my-title-rematch-in-a-triple-threat-match-at-Deception” issue. Oh, you have some nerve to announcing, let alone requesting, that we have joined your good-for-nothing team.

Skylar Marshall: I figured you would say something like that, Michaels...I told you, I'm always thinking of the possibilities. But as businessmen, I figured you'd be at least willing to hear what I had to offer.

Stormm: Go on.

Skylar Marshall: You see, I didn't expect you to join my team without some incentives. And boy do I have incentives for you. The first incentive is mainly for your companions, Willard and Loco. If they are willing to join the team, I am willing to give them a Tag Team Title Match at the Pay-Per-View following Hostile Takeover...at our biggest show...Mass Destruction!

(Do I need to remind you that the fans are booing?)

Skylar Marshall: The second incentive would be that you, Justin Michaels, would be able to call yourself the captain of my team. And the third incentive is also involving you, Stormm. I figured just offering you another World Title shot wouldn't be enough to persuade you, but, what if I offered you the opportunity to wrestle for the title at any moment...whenever you felt the urge to do so? Would that intrigue you enough to join Team Marshall?

Stormm: Sounds very tempting. What's the catch? It surely can't be just us joining the team.

Skylar Marshall: I always knew you had a cunning mind. The catch is simple- win. If you three join my team, and we win, then the opportunities I offered are yours. Obviously, if we lose, I won't be in the position to guarantee those opportunities. So all you have to do to ensure those incentives come true is win. What do you say?

Stormm: I say...we'll think about it. I'll get back to you later.

(The PCW-Tron cuts off, and Skylar, standing in the ring, is smirking ear-to-ear. The feed then fades to commercial.)

MATCH ONE
World Championship Match
LoKi (©) vs. Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith
Referee: Joseph Buckland
Match Details:

Jerry Andrews: Welcome back to Trauma! That was quite the offer Mr. Marshall had for Stormm and Tha UnHoly Alliance.

The lights flicker and fade out as the pulsating beats of Dope Star Inc's "10000 Watts of Artificial Pleasure" pops on the PA system. Smoke fills the arena as a figure stands in the middle of it. All of a sudden, Crazy Boy comes out of the smoke and pumps a fist in the air, clearly extremely motivated for his World Title opportunity. He walks down the entryway and climbs the ropes of the ring. He bounces around the ropes a few times, pumps his fist in the air one last time and waits for his opponent to come.

Jerry Andrews: This is the biggest moment of Tyrone Smith’s career and he’s obviously raring to go.

Al Laiman: It’s a huge step up but it will have caught out the World Champion. It’s a challenger he would never have seen coming and it’s that kind of decision that creates new champions.

The Arena goes dark and multi colored lights flash around the arena in time with the music. An explosion rocks the stage as the music picks up and as the lights come back Loki stands on the stage with his fists pumped in the air and the PCW World Title hanging around his waist. Loki starts slowly down the ramp, slapping hands with fans as he goes.

Getting to the ring he slides under the bottom rope. Standing in the center of the ring, Loki kneels down. Jumping back to his feet with his fists once again pumped in the air, the turnbuckles begin shooting golden sparks around the ring. As the music dies down, Loki looks across the ring and finds Tyrone Smith staring at him, both men waiting for the referee.

Jerry Andrews: Here’s the champion, and this is going to be a great challenge for him

Al Laiman: A truly unique one, Crazy Boy has been on a wild ride the last few weeks and he’s going to be a dangerous opponent here.

Joseph Buckland checks on both men and signals for the bell to the pleasure of the fans. Both men begin to circle, intent on finding a weakness in their opponent but neither makes a move yet. The crowd grow impatient until, finally, the two men look to lock up in the middle. They’re close to locking fingers before LoKi uses his deceptive speed to move behind Smith and into a rear waist lock. Suddenly LoKi grabs Smith and looks to hit the Ragnarok already and put the match away.

Jerry Andrews: Ragnarok already?!

But Crazy Boy manages to drop out through the back door. He manages to use his momentum to roll up LoKi in a School Boy.

One…
Two…
NO!

LoKi kicks out but the force of it sends Crazy Boy back into the ropes. As the World Champion tries to get back to his feet, Smith rebounds and goes for a lashing Scissor Kick to LoKi’s neck. As his leg comes down, however, LoKi moves out of the way and capitalises on the off balance Smith by rolling him into another School Boy.

One…
Two…
NO!

Both men get to their feet and stop to get their breath after the standoff.

Jerry Andrews: A fast and aggressive start to the match, both men clearly want it.

Al Laiman: It’s the World Title, Jerry, if you don’t want it you shouldn’t be in this business.

Both men begin to circle again but this time they do actually lock up. Each man pushes hard until finally Smith gains the advantage and puts LoKi in a headlock. The Champion forces Smith into the ropes quickly but receives a shoulder block for his troubles. Smith hits the ropes and vaults over LoKi’s body as he tries to get to his feet. On the rebound LoKi gets to his feet and throws Smith across the ring with a snap Belly to Belly Suplex. Shuffling across the mat, LoKi jumps on top of his opponent for the cover.

One…
Two…
NO!

Pulling his opponent to his feet, LoKi whips Crazy Boy across the ring and drops his head for a back body drop, only for Smith to kick his straight in the sternum. As LoKi is sent bolt upright, Smith leaps into the air and nails a lightning fast Jumping Heel Kick that LoKi’s dentist is delighted about. Smith doesn’t let up and hauls LoKi back to his feet before nailing him with a series of forearms to the face, knocking him onto the ropes. Again Smith whips him into the ropes and meets him in the middle of the ring with a crotch busting Manhattan Drop. LoKi doesn’t drop but this only forces Crazy Boy to hit a Dropkick straight to the forehead.

One…
Two…
TH…NO!

Crazy Boy questions Buckland about the count but he stands firm. Wanting to put the match away, Smith looks to the top rope and begins to climb. LoKi stirs as he reaches the top rope and is on a knee when he is set to launch. Once the Champion is on his feet, Smith throws himself off the top and nails a Missile Dropkick, sending both men to the mat. Finally Smith crawls across and pins.

One…
Two…
THR…NO!

Jerry Andrews: Smith is throwing everything at LoKi but he keeps getting his shoulder up.

Al Laiman: He’s the champion for a reason, he won’t lay down that easily.

Smith, growing increasingly frustrated at not winning the title, gets to his feet and drags LoKi up to his. He locks up his opponent and attempts a Russian Legsweep, but LoKi resists. Smith tries again but this time LoKi reverses and moves into a Full Nelson hold. LoKi seems to be going for the Baal and the Dragon Suplex but again Smith resists. LoKi tries to hit the move but Smith lunges forward, throwing LoKi forward with a snapmare type manoeuvre. LoKi tries to recover but only succeeds in getting hoisted up onto Smith’s shoulders and then spun around like a spinning top.

Al Laiman: Crazy Airlines!

Jerry Andrews: Book your tickets now!

Al Laiman: Your corniness gives corn a bad name.

While he’s being spun around, LoKi lashes out with an elbow and catches Smith straight in the ear, forcing Smith to release him. Falling behind Crazy Boy, LoKi grabs him out of instinct and hauls Smith overhead with a jarring German Suplex. Too dizzy to keep hold for the pin, LoKi tries to drag himself to his feet. Slowly Smith does the same, both using the ropes until they’re at a vertical base. They turn at the same time but LoKi is the fresher man and rushes forward at full pace, hitting a powerful Lariat. Smith gets to his feet but he’s rocked and easy prey for a second. Once more he gets to his feet and is met by LoKi who nails a sick looking Alpha Breaker, a double underhook backbreaker and pins.

One…
Two…
THR…NO!

Keeping the momentum rolling, LoKi immediately locks in a Dragon Sleeper on the downed challenger and puts maximum torque on his neck. Smith tries to reach for the ropes but he’s too far away. LoKi ruthlessly puts even more pressure on the hold and Referee Buckland asks for the submission but receives nothing. Smith keeps trying to fight back but there’s no escape. With the two wrestlers at a standoff, LoKi decides to go further and begins to slam his elbow into the side of Smith’s head and neck.

Jerry Andrews: A very ruthless side of LoKi coming out here.

Al Laiman: He’ll do anything to keep hold of that title, like any real champion.

Still Smith refuses to give in and now begins to fight back, getting to his feet even though he’s still in the hold. The crowd begin to chant but they’re split down the middle. The chant alternated between “Let’s Go CB” and “Let’s Go LoKi” until Smith nails another snapmare reversal, throwing Loki across the ring. Smith rushes straight at the recovering LoKi but receives a boot to the gut for his troubles. LoKi quickly locks up Smith and does for a Fisherman’s Buster only for him to reverse and fall behind the Champion. As LoKi turns he is lifted onto Smith’s shoulders and spun around once more. This time Crazy Airlines goes all the way to Samoa as he drops LoKi with a Samoan Drop right in the middle of the ring. Smith uses all his strength to drag LoKi across the mat and in front of the corner.

Jerry Andrews: Could this be what I think it is?

Al Laiman: If you think it’s the Crazy Spin I think you’d be damn right.

Just as Al Laiman says, Crazy Boy begins to climb the turnbuckles in an effort to put away the World Champion for good. He reaches the top and LoKi is still motionless. The crowd is at fever pitch and this feeds Smith’s adrenaline. Looking down, Smith takes a deep breath and throws himself off the top with the 450 Knee Smash.

Jerry Andrews: NO!

At the very last moment, LoKi rolls out of the way and Crazy Boy hits the mat, only to manage a forward roll on impact. Crazy turns but is met by LoKi who grab his arm, trying desperately to lock into the Crossface.

Al Laiman: He’s going for the Broken Wings, if he locks it in that could be it!

LoKi fights hard to get Smith down to the mat but he fights back and rolls through. LoKi is put off balance and Crazy Boy takes advantage by locking him up again and lifting him high into the air for the Crazy Slam. He holds the Champion for a second but it’s a second too long, allowing him to wriggle free and land behind Smith. Out of pure desperation, LoKi grabs Smith from behind, lifts him into the air and…

Jerry Andrews: Ragnarok! LoKi hits it!

One…
Two…
THREE!

Mark Long: Your winner and... STILL PCW World Champion, LOKI!

Winner(s): LoKi via pinfall

Tough Luck
Details: (Trauma takes another commercial break. Upon returning, a camera crew catches Andy D walking down a corridor headed to the ring for his upcoming match. Andy's eyes are on the ground as he mentally prepares himself for his tag team match and he doesn't even notice Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith approaching, fresh off his unfortunate loss to the World Champ.)

Jerry Andrews: Uh oh...

(Both men stop just feet from each other and lock eyes.)

Andy D: Tyrone.

(Smith looks upon his friend-turned-nemesis and takes a deep breath.)

Tyrone Smith: Andy, look, I want to tell you something...

(Andy D takes a step back, ready for something unpredictable from PCW's resident crazy.)

Tyrone Smith: No, no. I just wanted to apologize for the way I've been acting lately. It's definitely not me. Let's just let bygones be bygones. Yeah?

(The Dee studies him for a moment before nodding in agreement.)

Andy D: I like that.

(Andy gives Crazy Boy a friendly pat on the shoulder as he walks past.)

Andy D: Tough luck out there against LoKi, man. That was a close one.

(As Andy D continues towards the win, Crazy Boy's eyes narrow.)

Tyrone Smith: The hell's that supposed to mean?

MATCH TWO
Tag Team Match
High Tide (North American ©) & Areas vs. Usali Basilisk & Andy D
Referee: Steve Shaw
Match Details: The next match is the tag team contest between the team of Areas and new North American Champion High Tide and Usali Basilisk and Andy D. The first team to make their presence known is that of the villainous High Tide, flanked by the lovely Chelsea, and metallic armed Areas. As they make their way to the ring the fans instinctively boo them but they don’t care and climb into the ring. Next out are the unusual looking team of Usali Basilisk and Andy D who receive a large cheer from the fans and are more than happy to give high fives on their way to the ring.

The referee checks that all four members are ready to go before signalling for the bell. Usali steps up to start the match but once Areas sees him he immediately tags out to High Tide who is less than pleased with his partner. Reluctantly he gets into the ring and the two men lock up with Usali gaining the advantage quickly. Tide sends him into the ropes but is overpowered with a shoulder block against the larger man, sending him to the mat. Usali hits the ropes but Tide slides under him and jumps to his feet. On the rebound, Tide nails a picture perfect Hip Toss and when Basilisk gets to his feet he nails another. As Usali gets up again, Tide hits the ropes and nails a Jumping Heel Kick straight to the silver mask before pinning.

One…
Kick Out!

Tide gets to his feet and looks to tag out to Areas but, rather than fight The Grand High Exalted One, he shakes his head and refuses to tag in. Before Tide can physically slap Areas, Usali comes back with a High Dropkick, a Grand High Exalted Dropkick if you will, that floors Tide ad enables him to tag out to Andy D. Andy jump into the ring and locks up straight away before nailing a hard Snap Suplex. Not content with just one, Andy rolls through and nails another Suplex. Getting the salty sea dog to his feet, Andy goes for an Enziguri kick but Tide manages to duck before hitting a vicious clothesline. Making his way to his corner, Tide extends his hand and this time Areas is more than happy to tag in.

Areas goes straight after Andy and slams his metal arm down onto his back, knocking him down to the mat. Taking advantage of his downed opponent, Areas hauls him up, whips him into the ropes and nails a crushing Spinebuster on the rebound.

One…
Two…
NO!

Areas gives the referee a glare and gets to his feet before lifting up Andy. Lifting him up into a powerbomb position, Areas begins to run forward and look to end the match with a Running Powerbomb but Andy rolls backwards, nailing a Hurricanrana that throws Areas across the ring. Both men get to their feet but Andy runs at Areas, grabbing his head before dropping him with a Snap DDT. The crowd cheer on Mr D but both men stay down to try and recover. Slowly they crawl toward their corners and eventually both men dive and tag out to their respective teammates.

Usali and Tide dive into the ring and immediately Usali hits a flying forearm. Tide gets to his feet but is hit by another forearm to the face. As he gets up, Usali grabs Tide’s head and runs at the corner. Running up the turnbuckles, Usali throws himself around and drops, driving Tide’s skull into the mat with a fierce Tornado DDT.

One...
Two…
TH…NO!

The pin is interrupted by Areas who kicks his in the back. As Usali gets up and stares at him, Areas dives out of the way and back onto the apron. Suddenly Tide gets up and rolls Usali into a Pirate Code school boy pin.

One…
Two…
THR….NO!

Both men get to their feet but Usali is clearly still confused and Tide take the initiative, whipping him into the ropes dangerously close to his partner in the corner. On the rebound Tide nails another Jumping Heel Kick to Usali and knocks him to the mat. As Usali rolls out of the ring, however, Andy inexplicably jumps onto the top rope into his corner and springs off, nailing a Springboard Missile Dropkick on Tide. Caught completely off guard, Andy hits a series of forearm strikes on Tide and whips him across the ring. On the return Andy looks for a huge Dropkick but Chelsea reaches into the ring and grabs his foot to stop him. Tide quickly takes advantage with a boot to the gut and lifts Andy onto his shoulders before throwing him around, hitting an Over The Shoulder DDT.

Instead of pinning, Tide goes to his corner for a tag, but just as Areas extends his hand he sees Andy tag out to Usali. This time Areas refuses to tag completely and drops off the apron. High Tide shouts at his partner to stop playing around but Areas wants none of Basilisk. Tide is fed up with his partner and turns around, only to be hit with a huge High Leg Clothesline. Tide hits the mat hard and screams theatrically, causing the referee to examine him with concern.

After a few moments, and to the fans dismay, the referee signals for EMT’s to come out to the ring and attend to High Tide. The medical staff obliges while Areas and Usali lock eyes and stare hard at each other. After a quick examination, High Tide convinces the medics that he’s seriously injured his back and they roll him onto a stretcher. Areas questions the referee about what’s happening with the match but Steve Shaw simply shrugs his shoulders, telling his it will have to go on without Tide.

As Tide gets wheeled up the ramp, however, he winks back at Areas and flips his middle finger. Areas is furious at the apparently not too badly hurt Tide who’s left his uncooperative partner high and dry and turns around… straight into a Usali Basilisk Brainbuster! Areas is out of it on the mat and Usali begins to climb the corner. Andy cheers him on as Usali throws himself off the top and slams his silver ceremonial mask into Areas’ head with a shuddering Ascension Dive.

Rather than go for the cover, the Grand High Exalted One heads back to the top rope. The fans are cheering loudly as Basilisk gets some sweet revenge against his dastardly former stablemate. Taking flight again, Usali connects with another headbutt! The crowd is loving it. Again, Basilisk opts to head to the top rope. Areas is completely out of it and Andy can only watch as Basilisk leaps again for a third Ascension Dive...that connects! Mercifully, Basilisk finally makes the cover.

One...
Two...
THREE!

Winner(s): Usali Basilisk & Andy D when Usali Basilisk pinned Areas

Tougher Luck
Details: (Basilisk ascends the second turnbuckle to celebrate the victory of both winning the match and absolutely demolishing his arch-rival much to the crowd's delight! Andy D enters the ring to celebrate as well, but he's not afforded that opportunity.)

Jerry Andrews: What in the hell is Crazy Boy doing out here?!

(Crazy Boy dives into the ring and blindsides Andy D! The crowd begins booing as Tyrone Smith takes out his frustrations over Andy D's perceived jab from earlier in the night! Right hands connect with Andy's head and face as the booing grows louder!)

Jerry Andrews: This is completely uncalled for!

(Usali, confused why the cheers suddenly turned to boos, turns and spots Crazy Boy wailing away on his tag partner! PCW's hero leaps into action! Hopping off the turnbuckle, Usali grabs Tyrone by the back of the head, spins him to his feet, and launches him over the top rope to a thunderous reaction from the crowd!)

Jerry Andrews: See ya later, Tyrone Smith!

(Basilisk helps the battered Andy D to his feet as Crazy Boy regains his wits on the outside. Furious, Smith points a menacing finger at Basilisk for sticking his nose in their business.)

Tyrone Smith: You're dead! DEAD!

(Basilisk and the Dee watch Crazy Boy storm to the back as Trauma heads to commercial.)

Pleas for Sanity
Details: (The cameras move from ringside to the backstage interview area of the PCW Arena. There is no interviewer though, neither Shane Dodge or Kassandra Black. Instead only the bare scenery is visible and a growing shadow emerging from the left of the screen begins to encroach. Soon a face emerges from that side and it is the easily recognisable one of Non Compos Mentis. He stands directly in front of the camera and takes a deep, thoughtful breath before speaking.)

Non Compos Mentis: People have known for some time that there’s a conflict going on in my mind, how could they not notice? But they think that only extends to the ring itself, they think the consequences of that monster locked in my soul only exist within those four ropes. They’re wrong.

(Taking his time, Mentis takes another deep breath and seems unusually calm and collected. More than that, he seems totally lucid and able to speak his mind.)

Non Compos Mentis: Every second of every day I have to live with what that beast does in the ring. I try to live a life of normality outside of this arena while fighting the heinous acts my dark companion commits here. Outside Greenville, outside the PCW Arena, Non Compos Mentis ceases to exist and is replaced by the man behind the madness. His name, MY name, is Sean Rhodes.

(Throughout the arena the fans are almost silent, listening intently to what the former North American Champion has to say and not knowing entirely what to think of it. Mentis himself becomes slightly more animated and his expression looks genuinely pained as he talks.)

Non Compos Mentis: You see; Sean Rhodes is a normal man. Sean Rhodes is a good man. Sean Rhodes is a man that has endured false persecution under the name N…C…M. He never asked to walk to that ring and beat people senseless. He never asked to spill the blood of countless opponents. But this normal, good, SUFFERING human being is forced every week to see not only himself but so many others manipulated into abusing each other by one man.

(Waiting for the name, all the fans lean forward and Mentis scrubs his face with his hands slowly, rubbing out all the stress. Finally his gaze returns back to the camera.)

Non Compos Mentis: That man is Skylar Marshall.

(The crowd boo at the mere mention of that man’s name and even Mentis sneers at the words that come out of his mouth. Somehow he collects himself and goes on.)

Non Compos Mentis: Now this beast known to you all as Non Compos Mentis would gladly go along with Mr Marshall’s reign of terror. Under his stewardship NCM would get all the blood and gore he desires. That monster would gladly represent Marshall’s team at Hostile Takeover and make sure the blood continues to pour like a river from that ring.

(Still the crowd boo and jeer at the thought of Non Compos Mentis joining up with Skylar Marshall’s team for War Games. Blood and carnage would be sure to occur with a man that unpredictable and violent on the side of the most ruthless businessman in the industry. The crowd continue to boo but Mentis… or rather Sean Rhodes, stops them in their stride.)

Non Compos Mentis: He would… but I wouldn’t. I, Sean Rhodes, want to see the bloodthirsty ‘business’ of Skylar Marshall banished from PCW once and for all. I want to see Captain Walker in charge of this place. I want the madness to stop!

(This unexpected turn from the man the fans know as Non Compos Mentis creates a reluctant cheer from the masses in attendance. Perhaps it might be due to the mention of Walker’s name but they all seem to recognise that Mentis is trying to turn a page in his PCW career.)

Non Compos Mentis: I have no blessing or promise from Captain Alejandro Walker but I’m announcing my wish to be part of his team for the War Games match at Hostile Takeover. Yet just as I have no promise from him, I can’t promise that my dark companion NCM will like it.

(Again the crowd don’t know what to think as there are two definite sides to Mentis. Even the battle-scarred warrior on the screen seems unsure of what he is as he stares deep into the camera.)

Non Compos Mentis: The choice is in your hands, Walker. Do you want Sean Rhodes, or will you reject Non Compos Mentis?

(With that cryptic question for Captain Walker to contemplate, Mentis releases a long sigh and walks off camera to prepare for his upcoming match against Billy Sadistic.)

MATCH THREE
Singles Match
Sadistic (INT ©) vs. Non Compos Mentis
Referee: Manny Cruz
Match Details: Paint It Black by the Rolling Stones hits, and out walks Sadistic with that slow, deliberate stroll he has perfected so well. The crowd shows their dislike of the wrestler, with a chorus of boos and jeers. He climbs on to the apron, before entering the ring, waiting for his opponent to follow suit. The fan's don't have to wait long, as Hell's Bells by AC/DC hits. As Non Compos Mentis walks towards the ring, there is a mixed reception from the fans, some jeering, while others are cheering loudly for the wrestler.

As NCM climbs on to the apron, Sadistic nails him with a right hand! He manages to keep his balance though, and Sadistic throws another punch. This time NCM ducks under it, and throws a punch of his own! Sadistic stumbles back a bit, and this buys NCM enough time to get into the ring. Manny Cruz signals for the start of the match. The two wrestlers come together in a grapple, each man trying to get the upper hand. Sadistic quickly put a thumb in NCM's eye, gaining an advantage. He follows it up with a kick to the stomach, and plants the bigger man with a piledriver.

Sadistic goes for a quick cover, but NCM kicks out at one and a half. Both men stand up, and this time NCM is quicker, lashing out with two or three hard rights, forcing Sadistic towards the center of the ring. Sadistic fights back, gaining momentum with a few hard punches of his own, but NCM blocks one and sends him hard to the mat with a clothesline. He picks the smaller man off the mat and sets up for a power bomb. As he brings Sadistic up, The Phenom bites his nose, causing NCM to lose his grip on Sadistic, who lands on his back.

He quickly gets back up and locks Non Compos Mentis in a head lock. NCM has had enough of the dirty moves and bites Sadistic in the arm! Manny Cruz yells at both competitors, warning them that he isn't going to put up with this, but to no avail. NCM Irish whips Sadistic into the ropes, and unfortunately for The Phenom, he gets tangled in them. NCM starts hammering on his defenseless opponent who is struggling to break free of the ropes. Manny Cruz starts a five count and Non Compos Mentis breaks off at four and a half, only to start hammering on his opponent again! The crowd was booing now, not very impressed with the blatantly illegal moves.

Sadistic finally gets untangled from the ropes and seeing his opportunity he avoids a punch from NCM and reverses their positions, now taking the fight to his opponent with heavy knees and punches. Manny Cruz starts another five count, not wanting to disqualify both competitors and predictably, Sadistic backs off for a second, and is back on the attack. Manny yells at both men, but to no avail. NCM gives Sadistic a thumb to the eye, buying him some time, and the two men began to whale on each other, right up against the ropes.

The crowd, who were solely focused on the two combatants in the ring don't see Manny Cruz, sick of not being able to keep the match under control, climb on to the turnbuckle. What they do see is him connect with a cross body, knocking all three men to the outside! The crowd pops huge as Manny gets back in the ring! He seems almost hypnotized, taking in the cheers, and even going so far as to raise his hand in the air in excitement, the crowd cheering even louder!

However at some point it clicks in his mind that he is a referee, not a wrestler, and he turns to check on Sadistic and NCM. He turns around only to be on the receiving end of a Sadistic DDT! Manny Cruz hits the mat hard, and attempts to sit up, but is put down on his back as Non Compos Mentis delivers a devastating Psychotic Break!

Sadistic and NCM are left, on either side of the fallen referee, and Sadistic decides that there is no more to be gained by standing there, and slides out of the ring. NCM left standing in the ring shrugs and follows suit, leaving Manny Cruz alone, laying on the mat.

Winners(s): Double Disqualification

Plans of a Mechanical Nature
Details: (The PCW-Tron comes to life to find Smith standing in the locker area, his hideously scarred face covered by a mask. Standing beside him is his monstrous charge, Machine. Also cloaked with a mask and all black ring attire, Machine's long hair hangs in his face. Smith is talking to somebody on a cell phone.)

Smith: I'm pretty sure I've got this big dummy figured out. I'll just turn him loose on that elven grandpa and we'll get that sweet, sweet match purse. Then we're one step closer to the promised land, baby!

(Smith listens for a moment and then responds.)

Smith: Will do, good buddy. Later, gator.

(Smith snaps the phone shut and stuffs it in his pocket, then turns his attention to Machine.)

Smith: You'd better do your damn job out there, you son of a bitch! You'd better, or you're going back in the Happy Room...

(And with that, PCW takes another commercial break.)

MATCH FOUR
Singles Match
Lantlas vs. Machine
Referee: Roberto Garcia
Match Details: The Elven Warrior is out first, accompanied by a little Hans Zimmer, and receives a mixed reaction from the PCW Faithful. He pays little attention to the crowd, his mind clearly on more important matters. Machine is out next, accompanied by his handler, Smith. They are greeted with boos, predictably. Machine lumbers to the ring, an absolute giant of a man. Upon entering the ring, he towers over Lantlas...and Anduril is one of the taller wrestlers on the roster!

Roberto Garcia calls for the bell and just like last week, Machine stands motionless and does nothing. Lantlas studies the mountain of muscle but makes no move to approach him. Smith, standing behind Machine, begins yelling something at him over and over. Machine does not move. Smith hops up onto the ring apron, furious, and begins screaming at the big guy. Machine simply turns his head and stares at the little masked man. Fans begin booing the lack of in-ring action.

Having seen enough, Lantlas springs into action and thrust kicks Machine directly in the chest! A kick with such force from a powerful striker like Lantlas staggers the giant and he topples backwards over the top rope! The ovation from the crowd is louder than a mother father! But Machine lands on his feet and gazes up at the nimble elf. Garcia begins the ten count. Smith, desperate to get his meal ticket back in the ring, pushes, clubs, and kicks the behemoth...but to no avail. Ten counts later and Lantlas adds another win to his impressive resume.

Winner(s): Lantlas via countout

Opportunities Ruined, Opportunities Taken
Details: Jerry Andrews: Fans, I'm getting word that there's been some sort of altercation backstage!

(Sure enough, the Tag Team Champions are laid out on the concrete and their attackers, Loco and Willard, are hovering above them. Kaard and Nacho aren't moving as security and EMTs flood the scene.)

Loco: Ouch. That's gonna leave a mark.

(Loco and Willard fade into the background and the camera pans slightly to the left to find Justin Michaels standing with his arms folded across his chest, a satisfied smirk plastered across his face. The EMTs continue to tend to the fallen champions as Stormm turns to address the camera.)

Stormm: Well, it looks like THEY won't be making it to the main event.

(Michaels chuckles to himself.)

Stormm: And Marshall...you want us, you got us. We accept.

(Stormm walks out of view as the fans boo Trauma to a commercial break.)

Found My Boy
Details: (Trauma returns to find the portly, red-cheeked German fellow wandering around the backstage area. His bushy gray mustache rests atop determined lips. Garbed in all khaki, the old man marches up to an unmarked door, studies it for a moment, and then tries the knob. Twisting, he slowly pushes the door open...and his eyes light up with glee. He even lets out a short, high-pitched squeal as he steps into view.)

Viktor Krauser: Ah, yes! There he be! There's my boy.

(The robust German begins petting...somebody. Or something. The door isn't opened all the way, so the target of Viktor's affection will remain a mystery. For now.)

MAIN EVENT
Six-Man Tag Team Match
Los Amigos Dos (Tag Team ©) & Grimm vs. Justin "Stormm" Michaels & Tha UnHoly Alliance
Referee: Tyrone Little
Match Details: Main event time! Although the six-man tag that most were anticipating has been reduced to a one-on-three match thanks to Tha UnHoly Alliance's unsanctioned beatdown of the Tag Team Champions. And speaking of TUHA, they make their entrance, along side Justin Michaels, to a monstrous round of boos from the resident wrestling enthusiasts. Boos, jeers, and the occasional hurled cup are all encouraged by a trio of men that love to piss the fans off. Making their way to the ring, the continue to rile up the crowd as they await their opponent. They're clearly happy with their improved odds.

The lights dim and the Lord of Misrule is the next to enter. His reaction is shockingly loud. In true Grimm fashion, he pays the crowd no mind as he camly heads down the ramp towards the three men that await him. Undeterred by the pack of hyenas, Grimm climbs into the ring and is quickly jumped by all three men!

Grimm was ready for the assault and catches Loco with a headbutt, Willard with a thrust to the throat, and Stormm with a kick to the knee! A standing side kick sends Loco through the ropes and a running back elbow sends Willard out over the top rope! With Stormm alone, a rematch from two weeks ago, Grimm goes to work. And the fans love it! Phinehas uses some well-placed body shots to pick Stormm apart. Eager to avenge his loss, Grimm quickly begins unloading the heavy offense. A powerslam, a brainbuster, and a spinebuster have Stormm hurting...until Loco and Willard return to action.

Tha UnHoly Alliance begin working over Grimm as Tyrone Little attempts to regain order. The fans begin booing and the numbers are just too much for the Crimson Demon. And that's when the crowd erupts!

Nacho and Kaard blow past the curtains and head down the aisle, albeit a bit hobbled, and dive into the ring. A full on brawl ensues and somewhere in the mess Tyrone Little catches a glancing blow that incapacitates him temporarily. And conveniently. The fight is on as Stormm begins choking Grimm. Kaard pairs off with Willard while Nacho singles out Loco. Team Havok starts to get the better of the good guys...until Kaard takes to the air! A double clothesline from the top rope levels TUHA, but the Adrenaline King isn't done yet. Showing incredible agility, Kaard runs, springboards off the top rope, and launches three quarters of the way across the ring with a jaw-dropping missile dropkick that plows Stormm out of the ring! The fans go crazy!

The Havok boys regroup on the outside, but Loco and Willard want another crack at their foes. TUHA climb up onto the ring apron, but Grimm and Nacho knock them back to the arena floor with a pair of right hands! Tyrone Little comes to as Stormm rallies the troops on the outside. TUHA are ready to lay a beating on Grimm and the tag champs, but Michaels pulls them back. Stormm slowly shakes his head and motions for TUHA to follow him. And they begin to exit through the crowd. The fans can't believe it and they boo loudly. Little has no choice but to count them out.

Winner(s): Los Amigos Dos & Grimm via countout

Sadistic Intentions
Details: (Unhappy about the cheap victory, Los Amigos Dos beckon their opponents to return to the ring. It's too late for the match, but it's not too late for a good old fashioned fight. Unfortunately, Stormm and Tha UnHoly Alliance no longer have any interest in the match, their opponents, or the PCW Faithful.)

Jerry Andrews: Must be nice to come and go as you please.

(Los Amigos Dos, although still feeling the affects of their earlier beating, celebrate in the ring for the fans. Grimm, on the other, simply exits the ring and walks up the ramp towards the back.)

Al Laiman: It'd be nice for these guys to wrestle a full match from start to finish for once.

(As Grimm nears the curtains, a fan garbed in a long trenchcoat and fedora hops the guardrail and moves onto the entrance ramp behind Grimm. Ripping off the hat and coat...)

Jerry Andrews: That's Billy Sadistic!

(...Sadistic moves in on his brother. Grimm suddenly stops cold and his back stiffens. Lifting his nose, he takes in a deep breath.)

Jerry Andrews: It's almost as if Grimm can sense when his brother is nearby!

Al Laiman: Or smell him...

(Grimm slowly turns to face his older brother with narrowed eyes. Sadistic stops abruptly. With the element of surprise lost, Billy opts not to pursue the attack. And Trauma ends on this stalemate.)

Jerry Andrews: Folks, we'll see you in two weeks!

*CLICK*

Overview

LoKi d. Tyrone Smith via pinfall
Usali Basilisk & Andy D d. High Tide & Areas when Usali Basilisk pinned Areas
Sadistic and Non Compos Mentis fight to a Double Disqualification
Lantlas d. Machine via Countout
Los Amigos Dos & Grimm d. Justin "Stormm" Michaels & Tha UnHoly Alliance via Countout

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I would like to thank Rick, Josh, Luis, and High Tide 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]