Trauma 136 Results

[Murdoc]

We open the show backstage, following Skylar Marshall ... on his way somewhere with intent in his step.

People scurry at the sight of the boss, not wanting anything to do with the man. If last week were any indication, the time between then and now hasn’t been kind to him. As he stops in mid step, the view is expanded to reveal all the members of Marshall’s Law: Whitey Ford, The Flying Freebooters ... Michael Wryght and Justin Kaard. The team jackets worn by all of them, save for Kaard whose jacket is slung over the shoulder in a casual manner.

Gentlemen.

The last few weeks have not been the most ... PLEASANT ... of times. Mistakes have been made, rash decisions acted upon ... and frankly, non-Lawful situations have presented themselves. Tonight, we settle all the bickering. The in-fighting. The problems that seemed to have crept in. Each of you have a job to do tonight, each of you have a role to play.

I expect you all know on which side the grass is GREENER.

The men respond with silence, full attention being given to Marshall.

Let’s get all the issues squared away tonight. There’s too much riding on the next few weeks to be dealing with ... POOR DECISION MAKING. No more mistakes. No more problems. No more discord. After all is said and done and once the dust is settled, everyone will KNOW that Marshall’s Law is Now ... and will FOREVER be ... THE law.

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Welcome to Tuesday Night TRAUMA! Marshall’s Law looks focused on the business at hand ... what will the REST of the roster have to say about that?! Let’s head to ringside to kick things off with ...



Match One
Three Way Dance
Sterling Werner vs. Arica 'Trouble’ Lewitt vs. Anson w/Suende
Referee: Steve Shaw

Sterling Werner and Anson are waiting in the ring, with Suende lurking dangerously on the outside, awaiting the debut of the newest member of PCW. “I Knew You Were Trouble” begins to play over the speaker as the lights to the arena are suddenly cut, leaving it in total darkness. A spotlight flashes frantically to the music for a bit, giving the fans a very brief glimpse of Arica Lewitt before the spotlight stops flashing. Suddenly the lights come back on, and PCW’s newest talent is standing in the ring with the others.

The three competitors eye each other up, obvious hostility between Anson and Sterling Werner. Steve Shaw motions for the bell to be rung, and the two men waste no time in tying up with each other. Anson gains the upper hand quickly with a perfectly executed implant DDT, leaving Werner on the ground. Anson gets up quickly, and turns to face Trouble, who is leaning against the ropes, and as he starts towards her she merely shoos him away, motioning for him to continue going after Anson as if she is being entertained.

Anson doesn’t like this and charges at Trouble, who slips out underneath the bottom rope. Anson, visibly confused, shakes his head, and turns back to face Werner, who is now up and waiting. A quick kick to the gut by Werner surprises Anson. Werner capitalizes on the opportunity and begins to lift Anson, when suddenly Trouble makes her move. A quick kick to the back of the knee of Sterling Werner causes him to let go of Anson who slides harmlessly back onto his feet. Trouble hooks Werner’s neck from behind and sends him crashing into the mat with a reverse DDT.

She then turns to face Anson, who is waiting for her. Going for a clothesline, Trouble ducks under it, but Anson is prepared for that. He springs off the second rope, and lands a crossbody on the unsuspecting Trouble. He goes for a quick pin, but she kicks out, just as Werner is rising. Anson is up quickly and turns to face Werner who is ready for him with a series of quick chops. Anson fires back with a big right, sending Werner down to one knee.

Suddenly Anson is rolled up with a school boy pin from behind! Instead of using the ground for leverage she throws her legs up and wraps them around the Werner’s head! Steve Shaw goes down to make the count and it is almost a two count before Anson gets a shoulder up. Werner starts to rise, holding onto Trouble’s legs as he does, but is surprised when she sends him to the ground with a Hurricanrana pin! She gets a two and a half pin before Werner manages to kick out.

Trouble rises to her feet, but Anson is up now too and he appears to be angry. Charging Trouble with a speed she clearly isn’t expecting, he manages to get a hold of the slippery competitor and send her down hard to the mat with a hard sitout spinebuster. Anson starts to make a pin, but sees Werning rising in his peripherals and quickly rises instead. The two men stand across from each other, eyes locked in a staredown, when Werner says something and motions to the slowly rising Trouble.

The fans can see Anson nodding, and he turns around to face Trouble. Trouble is still on one knee when Anson delivers a devastating Shining Wizard! Trouble falls back to the mat, in a heap and Anson turns again to face Werner. The crowd is cheering now, as they have been waiting all night to see the two men go against each other. The two men cautiously approach each other, Anson suddenly spins and unleashes a heavy roaring elbow to the side of Werner’s head. To his credit he remains standing, and delivers a hard chop to the chest of Anson. Anson returns the favor with a chop of his own. The two trade chops, with each one the fans let out a “WOO!” in unison, until Anson finally gets the upper hand, knocking Werner off balance.

Anson bounces off the nearest ropes and attempts to hit a clothesline but Werner counters with a devastating spear! Werner goes for the pin, but it is broken up at the last moment by Trouble, who has managed to get back into the picture. Werner is up quickly but not for long, as Trouble delivers a superkick to the face of Werner! Super Trouble!

There is no time for her to make a pin though as Anson has managed to get to a vertical base again, and goes for a dropkick. Trouble leans back with the upper half of her body narrowly avoiding Anson’s feet, but catches them in her arms. She then counters with a sharpshooter! Werner is still down and Suende is screaming for him to get to the ropes. He struggles as hard as he can, but they are in the center of the ring, and Trouble has the hold locked in tight. He manages to crawl towards them and makes it within inches when Trouble kicks him the back of the head. It is not a super hard kick, but it is enough to daze Anson for a moment, which is more than enough for Trouble to drag him back towards the center of the ring. Anson struggles for a few moments longer, but has no choice but to tap! Anson has been eliminated!

Releasing the hold, Trouble turns to see Suende has entered the ring. Suende gets right up in her face, screaming like a madwoman. She raises her hand back to slap Trouble, but it is caught by the wrestler. Without giving it a second thought, she headbutts Suende, who stumbles back, and then, to make her prescence known, Trouble delivers Super Trouble to the face of Suende! Anson’s manager crumples into a heap on the mat, and suddenly there is Werner, rolling Trouble up for the pin! 1…2…3!

Winner: Sterling Werner

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The camera switches to backstage and to the referees locker room. Eric Russo, Eddie Lane and Tyrone Little are all stood around. Eddie and Eric both show concern for their colleague after last Trauma's vicious attack while Little looks in some discomfort, but happy to be back on PCW ground so soon.

I'm feeling a little better guys, but after what happened I think it'll take a little longer until I'm back in the ring.

The referees nod their heads solemnly as they'll miss the presence of their leader in the ring. Russo places a reassuring hand on Tyrone's shoulder, a sign of camaraderie amidst the awful acts perpetrated against him and, by extention, the entire lockerroom of referees.

I saw those homeless guys earlier tonight. They still look like they want blood...our blood. What if they don't stop at just you Tyrone? What if they come for another one of us again?

The worry is palpable between the senior referees of PCW, men who have faced more than their own share of intimidation inside of a squared circle. Little holds out his hands to pacify the situation, a sea of calm despite what has happened to him. Suddenly, there is a knock at the door and the referees turn. They look tense and take a step back before Tyler Scott walks into the shot. Russo, Lane and Little all remain on guard as the outsider takes a hesitant step into their locker room.

Whoa boys. I'm not here to cause any trouble. I'm here to see Tyrone.

Tyler advances forward, apparently clutching gifts in his hands. The referees see that he has at least some well meaning and their actions lose a portion of their tension, but most still remains.

Hey, Tyrone. How you feeling?

Tyrone nervously shrugs his shoulders as if to indicate he is okay but not great, giving nothing away despite the friendly manner of their 'guest'.

I've brought you some presents man. I've brought the stereotypical 'get-well-soon' grapes. But, I got peckish on the way here so there's not many left, I'm afraid. I also got a bottle of wine for you and your wife to share.

Tyler holds out the bottle of red but Tyrone doesn't look too grateful. Tyler cheekily smiles, staring first at the bottle and then back at the senior referee.

I got thirsty too. There's still probably a glass each in there.

Little takes the 'gifts' and an eerie silence hangs in the air for a moment, each man unsure of exactly what comes next. Finally, a sigh and an uncomfortable wriggle of the shoulders from Tyler breaks the tension and he speaks.

Not a problem my man. It is the least I could do. I can't help but think this is my fault. What Non Compos Mentis did to you was not right. It was downright cowardly. And, if there is one thing I cannot stand, it's a coward. Even though Non Compos Mentis would like to convince himself that he had a genuine grievance with you, he only attacked you to send a message. He used you a scape goat to intimidate the entire roster. He used you to send a message to me.

Tyler's right hand curls up into a fist as he visibly get's irate,

But I will not be intimated. I will stand up against Non Compos Mentis. Once I find a way to take his cronies out of the equation, I will teach that bully a lesson.

Tyler's fist tightens even more before relaxing again.

Just to warn you guys, Non Compos Mentis will not stop. He is not one to drop a grudge. He will keep coming after the referees. So, you all need to be watching each others backs and make sure that Non Compos Mentis does not get his own way. You guys need to stand up for yourselves inside the ring and out. That's the only way he'll learn.

Tyler taps Tyrone on the shoulder in a friendly manner before moving back toward the door.

Enjoy the wine, bud. Cheerio for now.

As Scott exits the room, the referees all turn to look at each other. The look on their faces is still not one of confidence, or resilience... but of worry and concern.

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Match Two
Genesis Championship Match
Q (©) vs. Non Compos Mentis
Referee: Marcos Cruz

“SCUM OF…THE EARTH… COME ON!”

The heavy beat of drum and harsh guitar kick in immediately after hearing the voice of Rob Zombie blasting over the PA system. Instinctively the crowd boo as the images of the notorious ‘Born Psycho’ flash across the Tron. The PCW Faithful waits with no lack of vocal attacks for the man himself to arrive but he holds back until Mr Zombie’s voice erupts once more.

“YEAH! RUN AND KILL, DESTROY THE WILL, A HERO THAT DOESN’T EXIST! YEAH! SMOKING GUN, WELL I AM THE ONE, A BULLET HOLE IN YOUR FIST! YEAH!”

Non Compos Mentis walks out onto the stage and the chorus of jeers grows to an even higher level. The man himself merely grins a sadistic smile and holds his arms out in a cross, welcoming the hateful shouts all around him. Revelling in the chaos he begins to make his way down to the ring, striding down the ramp with confidence and purpose as the refrain hits.

“I’M BREATHING! I’M BLEEDING! I’M SCREAMING! SCUM OF… THE EARTH… COME ON!”

He reaches the ring and hops onto the apron as the second refrain smashes through the sound system, raising his arm into the air to infuriate the fans further, still grinning.

“I’M BREATHING! I’M BLEEDING! I’M SCREAMING! SCUM OF… THE EARTH… COME ON!”

The powerful, frenzied beat goes on as NCM climbs into the ring and sends an evil look toward the referee before removing his tattered denim jacket and handing it over, then retreating to his corner in readiness for the match to come. The angry sounds of Rob Zombie are slowly phased out in favor of something more ... well, something more Q.

The sound of rocket ships can be heard in the background. The low ... but steadily rising rumble of engines. WHOOSH. KSSSSSSSSH. The doors open and ...

... out rolls the FUNK. Q steps out as Supersoulfighter starts, the crowd getting into that fresh, tasty jam. He's smiling and bobbing his head as he walks to the ring in step with the beat. Slapping hands. Kissing babies. Showing off signs dedicated to him, or anything he thinks is creative or noteworthy. The lights pulsate in multi-colored hues. the music kicking into full swing as he finishes his walk to the ringside area.

The atmosphere has shifted from one of combat to one of FUN.

As he enters the ring, he catapults himself over the top rope and rolls in, sprinting towards the hard camera and getting RIGHT in its' focus, shaking it and directing it out to the crowd in attendance ... who are engaging in a party as he waits to start. However, it’s readily apparent that the Genesis Champion is scanning the ringside area ... and is noting along with the REST of the crowd the positions of several members of NCM’s Horde. He nods and looks directly at NCM ... handing over the Genesis title with a wry little smile ... in a show of utter defiance.

The referee holds the belt up for all to see ...

DING DING DING!

Q and NCM begin to slow and methodical circle ... champion and challenger. NCM looks hungry for Q’s blood. And Q? Q looks determined and focused, not sweating the dire situation he finds himself in. The two finally lock up and before Q can get the counter attack, NCM throws a knee to the gut that doubles over the Single Letter Superstar. An Irish Whip and Q finds himself planted by a huge clothesline. The crowd lets out a massive boo as NCM begins to move to his feet ... chunks of Q hair in his hands and dragging him along for the ride.

As both men reach their feet, Q shoves NCM off and in that second of separation ... dives at the knees. NCM wisely hopping over the diving Q, he lands on the other side ... Q still struggling to flip to his back. NCM quickly drops an elbow to the lower back, then a second. Q drags himself towards the ropes and begins to pull himself up as NCM lays the boots in. He is unwilling to let this go unchecked. As Q reaches his feet, the crowd roars with approval as he falls through the ropes ... leaving NCM in the ring on his own and Q to collect his thoughts.

For all of two seconds.

The Born Psycho follows suit and throws a huge forearm to the back, stumbling Q as he rounds the corner. So far, it seems the challenger is on quite the warpath while the champion is unable to get into the game. Picking Q up as he continues on his way, he rolls Q in and ... Q rolls right back out and onto NCM. Almost a rolling belly flop, Q steamrolls NCM and ... as fate would have it, manages to push NCM back against the barricade head and back first. The loud thunk Quite audible, Q staggers to his feet. The crowd is cheering for the champion as he begins to hoist NCM to his feet.

As NCM rises, he throws an elbow to the inside of Q’s knee ... dropping him to that knee. NCM continuing to rise, he throws a quick succession of two elbows ... forward and back ... to the jaw of Q. Leaving the man dazed, he grabs Q by the hair and drives a knee directly into his face. Q on dream street, NCM rushes the ropes and rebounds off towards the downed enigma.

Full force, NCM barrels down on Q with a huge sliding elbow. Or rather, he would be if Q had not been so Quick on the draw. Falling back with NCM’s momentum, Q grabs the lead elbow with an almost uncanny sense of timing and hurls NCM over himself. NCM rolling through and hitting the opposite ring ropes, he bounces back with even MORE momentum. Q, again, is ready with an arm drag. NCM rolling through one last time ... it’s uncertain how long the momentum can build before heading off at a cataclysmic event ...

... but cataclysm it is as Q finally catches the chance to monkey flip NCM over him. A HUUUUUUGE monkey flip that sends NCM end over end, legs catching the top rope on the far side ... dropping NCM back first to the mat. The velocity and speed leaving NCM dazed and confused, Q takes the opportunity to float over for a quick two count. The crowd firmly behind Q ... he looks as though he’s starting to get a feel for the way the match is moving and is firmly in his element of fluidity at this point in time. Lifting NCM off the mat, NCM immediately drops back down ... bringing Q’s jaw down directly onto the top of his head with a massive jawbreaker.

It’s getting brutal for the champion as NCM goes on the offensive again, grabbing Q and planting him to the mat with a sickening one armed side slam. Quickly moving to make the pinfall, Q gets a shoulder up at two to break the attempt. NCM dragging Q to his feet by the hair .... referee warning him in the background ... Q is met with several elbows before ducking the final discus elbow. Lifting NCM off the mat, it looks as though Q is going to throw his opponent to the mat but instead throws him into the ropes and catches him in a roll-up pin attempt.

Another Quick two count and both men are on the feet. Shakily, but on their feet. Neither man looking to give an inch, already a heavy show of brutality on the part of NCM ... and Q’s newly awakened fighting spirit. The two go for a collar and elbow tie up, Q ducks with an arm wringer and behind NCM. NCM fighting to escape, Q trips a leg and takes him to the mat ... wrenching in the hold. NCM not wishing to incur any further joint damage, he wisely makes it to the ropes to break the hold. He knows his best bet is to wade in on Q with strikes and power moves.

As he goes for a sudden strike after the break, Q moves in with an entering throw ... moving past NCM’s strike and taking him to the mat via an STO type maneuver. Arguably the best DEFENSIVE combatant on the roster, Q is on top of NCM again with a modified side triangle choke hold. The Born Psycho reminded thoroughly of confined spaces, he fights valiantly to escape ... making it to the ropes. This time, Q doesn’t let him catch his breath and rushes in ... only to be met with a VICIOUS spinning backfist.

BLUNT TRAUMA on TRAUMA!

The crowd boos as NCM covers for the pin. 1 ... 2 ...

.... DING DING DING!

The crowd boos as the bell rings. NCM raises his hands in victory as the referee goes to retrieve the belt. The crowd begins to ready its’ jeers when ... the referee raises Q’s hand and hands him the belt. The match has reached the 15 minute time limit!

Winner: Draw

The crowd lets out a massive cheer as NCM begins to argue with the referee. The referee backing down from NCM quickly, thanks to the ... -achem- ... LITTLE ... incident at the last show. The referee cowering in the corner, NCM motioning at the crowd and his entourage ... BAM!

Out of nowhere, Q is on NCM from behind. Pulling him away by the shoulders, he trips him backwards and stands between the referee and the Born Psycho. Aaaaaaand that’s when it happens. The Horde hits the ringside area and slowly begins to surround the ring. Q, hearing the boos of the crowd ... looks up to find himself staring across the ring at NCM and five other Horde members. All with bad intentions in mind.

Q looking between each of them ... he pushes the referee out of the ring and dares the men to come on, to attack him so that the referee might get away to safety. As the referee escapes the ringside area ...

THE HORDE ATTACKS!

The ringleader standing back for a moment, he waits to the men to pile onto Q in the corner before making his move. But, from underneath the undulating mountain of flesh ... A MIRACLE! Q, standing tall as attacker after attacker is flipped/thrown/tripped ... all away from the Single Letter Superstar. He’s fighting them with everything he has! The crowd is on their feet! Joint locks, pushes and momentum shifts, Q is bringing the fight to the Hobo Horde!

Unfortunately for him ... NCM is on the case and within moments has Q wrapped around the waist. His motion stymied, Q is helpless and at the mercy of the clawing ... striking ... violent hands of the Horde. The crowd boos as Q is taken down like a wounded gazelle. The sheer determination and will to survive enough to give any man hope, the ideals simply aren’t enough to combat the numbers and his form is submerged by the raining blows.

A great cheer goes up and NCM ... KNOWING that the crowd wouldn’t cheer such heinous actions ... turns to see Ace Anderson rushing the ring! Ace hitting the ring, NCM along with two of the other Horde members jump him quickly ... not even allowing him the opportunity to make a difference. Ace and Q STILL fighting a losing battle, two horde members are assigned to each victim as NCM laughs maniacally all the while; Ace and Q taking one hell of a beating.

SLIP! NCM is pulled from the ring by ... a Horde member?! NO! TYLER SCOTT! Tyler Scott is at ringside and is pummeling away on NCM! NCM backing away quickly, Scott begins to go after the Born Psycho but ... the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few and Scott hits the ring. He begins to lay into every Horde member he can get his hands on ... giving Q and Ace Anderson the chance to get to their feet and take the fight back to the Horde. The feed cuts to commercial break as NCM retreats to the back amidst the suddenly sour-turning situation ...

[Murdoc]

Match Three
Singles Match
Andy D vs. Tyrone ‘Crazy Boy’ Smith (N.A. ©)
Referee: Nolan Burke

The intro of 'Are You Not Entertained' hits out on the PA system, and when it asks for everybody to scream the crowd goes crazy and Andy appears from the back. As he heads towards the ring, he slaps hands with as many people of the crowd as he can. Approaching the ring, Andy slides under the bottom rope before running up to a random turnbuckle, hopping up to the second turnbuckle and motioning for the crowd to cheer loudly. Andy jumps down and removes his bucket hat, placing it on the metal part of the turnbuckle in his corner before standing ready for the match.

Moments later 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, wearing his new North American Title around his waist. 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 the match to begin.

Nolan Burke signals to ringside and the bell ring out, signaling the start of the contest as both men come forward. They lock up straight away, not hesitating to give the fans the action they want, and Crazy Boy locks in a side headlock. Andy is quick to escape, pushing Smith into the ropes and slingshotting him across the ring. On the rebound both men come together with shoulder block which Smith comes out better from. Hitting the ropes again, CB returns to a recovering Andy D and leaps over his body before he jumps back to his feet. With increasing speed, Smith is unable to stop and gets hit with a big Hip Toss.

Andy waits as Smith scrambles back to his feet and hits a second Hip Toss that leaves his opponent on his back. Quickly Andy D goes into the ropes looking to attack but Smith jumps back to his feet and leapfrogs his rival, waiting for him to return before attempting a Hip Toss of his own. This time Andy manages to show amazing athleticism and flips through the move, rotating back onto his feet. As Smith tries to attack, Andy lashes out with a Solebutt to the gut and leaps over his doubled over form into a Sunset Flip Pin.

One…
Tw..no!

Smith pushes out and rolls back to his feet with Andy. Both men turn but it is Smith that moves first, using technical skill to execute a Side Headlock Takedown. Reacting quickly, Andy manages to wriggle into a headscissors on Smith who is forced to release his hold to escape. Again both men climb to their feet but Smith leaps high and hits a huge Dropkick to the jaw before pinning.

One…
Two…NO!

Unable to gain the three so soon, Smith climbs to his feet and pulls Andy up with him. Smith hits a combo of strikes to the chest and head and pushes Andy back to the ropes. He whips Andy D across the ring, following him and ducking his head for a Back Body Drop that never comes. Instead all he receives with a boot to the face and a big Enziguri to the back of the head that drops him to the mat. Andy takes the opening to head to the corner and begins to climb. Trying to recover in the middle of the ring, Smith gets to his feet but turns straight into a Missile Dropkick and another hook of the leg.

One…
Two…
TH…NO!

Smith kicks out again and Andy goes straight back on the attack, pulling Smith up to his feet. A series of forearms pushes Crazy Boy back into the corner and Andy unleashes a torrent of chops to the chest that leaves his opponent reeling. He retreats across the ring into the other corner and rushes forward, using the ropes to spring himself up for a Shining Knee… but Smith ducks and rolls clear. Before Andy can reposition himself, Smith comes back and shoves him down onto the top rope. Smith climbs up behind him and brings down his hand on Andy’s shoulder… locking in a Vulcan Nerve Hold.

The referee begins his count to five as they are on the ropes and Andy struggles to fight off the painful move. Reaching four, Burke forces Smith to release the hold… but now he jumps and wraps his legs around Andy’s neck, throwing himself backwards and launching his opponent crashing into the middle of the ring with an amazing Inverted Super Frankensteiner!

The crowd go wild with duelling chants of ‘Let’s Go Andy!’ ‘Cra-zy Boy!’ ‘Let’s Go Andy!’ ‘Cra-zy Boy!’ . The calls drive on Smith who crawls woozily across the mat and positions himself in a Lateral Press for another pin.

One…
Two….
THREE!
NO!

Andy manages to push his arm up at the last moment and Smith lets out a grunt of frustration. The North American Champion redoubles his efforts and drags Andy D back to his feet, shoving him back into the ropes. Andy seems too disoriented to react as he is whipped across the ring, and Smith hits a hard kick to the midsection. With Andy doubled over, Smith hits the ropes himself and kicks high into the air with a Scissors Kick. With ruthless intent he brings his leg down and slices… thin air. Andy’s revitalized head pops up and he pounces with a Superkick to the jaw, rocking Smith who only just stays on his feet. Andy rides the waves of adrenaline and rushes the ropes. As he rebounds, Crazy Boy has no defense for a shuddering Running STO in the center of the ring!

The North American Champ looks out for the count but Andy feels the momentum of the crowd, all chanting to see the Dragon’s Bite. He crouches in preparation and watches as Smith slowly comes around. He stirs, shuffles around on the mat and finally begins to push himself to a knee when Andy lunges forward. He steps up off the knee of Smith and swings his foot for the Shining Wizard…. But Smith catches the leg!

Before Andy D can react, Smith takes hold of the other leg and climbs to his feet, fighting the flailing opponent all the way. Andy can’t loosen CB’s grip though, and can only watch as Crazy Boy falls backwards, using his momentum to catapult Andy straight into the top turnbuckle! Stumbling backwards with his head scrambled, Andy walks straight into Smith who kicks him in the midsection and hooks the arm. With one hulk of strength, Smith hauls Andy into the air and begins to spin.

The crowd gasps as Crazy Boy releases Andy and drops him straight down for the Crazy Slam… but out of nowhere Andy wraps his legs around the neck of his opponent and executes a desperation, last second Hurricanrana to escape the Spinning Falcons Arrow!

Crazy Boy rolls across the ring and sets himself up to a knee, confused and dazed that he isn’t making a pinfall at this moment, and is too slow to respond. Andy has no problem as he spots his chance and throws himself straight forward, connecting with a devastating Shining Wizard to the temple. The Dragon’s Bite connects brutally and Andy hooks the leg.

One…
Two…
THREE!

Winner: Andy D



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Match Four
Non-Title Triple Threat Tag Team Match
The Flying Freebooters vs. The New Breed (Tag Team ©) vs. Rick Majors & Dillon ‘The Legacy’ Durst
Referee: Austin Shaw




The lights in the arena switch instantly to black. The voice of a small child creeps itself over the P.A. system ... the rhythm of "Good Man" by Devour the Day takes the place of the child's soft voice, as a highlight package of Dillon Durst begins to play on the screen of the Jumbo Tron. The crowd motion in the crowd resembles that of a "wave"... as the crowd all rise to their feet, directing all eyes to the entry way.

Dillon stands there, still taking in the reaction of the crowd. An evil grin begins to spread itself from ear to ear, as he steadily begins to make his way down the entrance ramp. Strutting himself with ozing confidence, Durst does a slow spin for the PCW cameras to take his figure in. He pauses halfway down the aisle, as red and white trails of pyro blasts themselves into the rafters of the errupting arena. Durst takes this time to pound his chest, boasting to the fans, who at this time, are reaching for, and in fact touching the skin of Wrestling's prototype.

Sliding into the ring, Durst rushes himself to the corner of the ring, mounting the turnbuckle as he does so. He pulls the arm straps of his singlet from his shoulders with a forceful tug, before Durst leaps from the turnbuckle, and now begins to circle the ring... looking to all parts of the rattling arena. A laugh of pleasantry escapes him, as he hits the ropes, loosening himself up.

As the song fades out, it is replaced by a jeering crowd who are at their wits end with Durst. The lights in the arena kick back on, as the smoke from Dillon's pyro clouds up the arena entrance, and ring. Durst backs himself to the nearest corner of the ring, and leaning back, props his arms onto the ropes, and places a look of arrogance on his face with a sly smile. The fans chant hatred towards him, but Dillon pays no mind, and moves his focus towards his opponent in the ring.

The lights go out again, and suddenly the sound of guitars pierce through the silence as Rick Major's intro begins playing. A spotlight shines on the entrance. The crowd starts to murmur, and just as Rick Majors is about to appear, the music cuts off a with loud record scratch hit and the lights come back on abruptly. Where is Rick Majors???

The lights of the arena slowly begin to dim, before going altogether dark. Hollow by Alice In Chains hits as the lights begin to flicker and the Freebooters enter, both just standing there, posing. The crowd booing does not faze them, as they motion for the crowd to get louder as they soak in the attention. As they make their way down the ramp and towards the ring. Both men climb up the stairs, and climb to the turnbuckles horizontally across from each other. They either point at their opponents already in the ring and stare them down. Then, as the music is about to fade, both perform a backflip into the ring.

Blue spotlights flash to life on either side of the stage and twirls away into the crowd timed to the beat as the guitars come to life and the beginning of Two Steps From Hell 'Jump' begins to play. As the horns build to a crescendo, and the guitars really begin to jam, two figures are lit from under the stage in bright white spotlights as a cascade of red sparks falls behind them. They raise their arms over their heads holding up the PCW Tag Team Title Belts high.

Red, white, and blue fireworks shoot off down the ramp as the two men emerge onto the stage and the crowd can see for the first time that they are John Cable and Sebastian St. Paul. John and SSP rush the ring slapping hands with fans on both side of the aisle cheering wildly. They slide in under the bottom ropes as the stirring melody of the horns picks up and the crowd goes wild with cheers for the New Breed as they put up their fists like they are ready for a fight, then climb opposite turnbuckles showing off their Titles to the fans before they hop down into the ring again as the music dies out and the lights come back on.

Austin Shaw calls for competitors in the ring and wants to get underway here tonight.

The match starts off with Sebastian St. Paul in the ring for the New Breed and Jule Martin and High Tide having a little shoving match over who is going to start for their team. Finally, Tide ducks under the top rope and rushes SSP in the middle of the ring as Austin Shaw calls for the bell. Tide rifles into the midsection of Sebastian St. Paul with a huge Driving Spear to start things off, sending SSP to the mat hard. Tide hops to his feet and circles SSP, stalking him as he slowly regains his feet. Tide comes off the ropes quickly, sending SSP down again with a stiff Flying Clothesline, and then another as he gets to his feet. Tide, looking to end this match early, grabs Sebastian's ankle and cinches in on an Ankle Lock Submission.

Sebastian smacks the mat with his open palms, screaming as Shaw asks him if he gives. He shakes his head no repeatedly before curling underneath himself and grabbing Tide's ankle in turn, thrusting his hip forward into High Tide's midsection throwing him off balance, and tumbling over. SSP hangs on for the ride, and comes out on top as he sits back into a textbook Half Crab, all of his weight pulling up against the knee of the pirate.

High Tide struggles against him for a moment before pulling his other leg in, turning over on the mat and drilling SSP with a sharp kick in the mouth. Sebastian recoils hard and rebounds off the ropes as Tide gets up, and SSP drives High Tide to the mat face first with a huge Bulldog Takedown. High Tide, wasting no time getting the hell out of the way, dives for Durst, smacking him hard in the chest, but tagging him in none the less.

Durst steps over the top rope, and charges straight towards SSP with an arm stretched for a Clothesline, but no one is home as Sebastian ducks under it, and both men rifle in to the ropes. Durst now, flying again at SSP nails him with a Hangman's Clothesline that sends SSP down hard. Durst, looking to capitalize here, lifts Sebastian to his feet and drives him back tot he mat with a devastating Tilt a Whirl Backbreaker.

The fans boo Durst loudly now as he struts around the ring, cocky as hell to be in control here.

Durst then, looking to end this for himself already, lay a series of hard boots to the chest and head of Sebastian St. Paul, and then lays in, hooking the leg for the cover.

One... Two... Thr... BUT WAIT! Wasp off the top rope with a huge Driving elbow Smash on the back of Durst from all the way up top to break the pinfall! That didn't look like it was all that friendly to SSP either, but Sebastian takes his chance to make it to his own corner as Wasp slides out of the ring, and SSP tags in John Cable with a hot tag.

The Beast slides in through the middle rope, and drops Durst with a Clothesline of his own before lifting Durst to his feet and hoisting him up on his shoulders with a Fireman's Carry. While John has him up there he marches around the ring for a moment signaling to the fans to pay close attention, and then he hikes the massive Durst into the air, over his head from his shoulder, and drops him in a Fireman's Carry Sit-Out Face First Powerbomb.

The crowd is on their feet!

John grabs Durst b the ankles and drags him to the middle of the ring where he sets him up for a Stump Puller Figure Four, but Tide comes through the ropes and dives on Cable before the damage can be done. SSP slides in eagerly and drives a huge boot into the side of Tide before Shaw can even try to regain order, and Durst slips out of the middle of the ring, and tags in Wasp. John has no idea who the legal man is now, as High Tide and SSP are ushered out of the ring and Wasp drives a big boot to the knee of Johnathan Cable as he makes it to his feet sending him back to the mat again. Wasp, with feet of fury, sends a flurry of boots raining down on Cable. Finally, Cable manages to grab one, and drives his shoulder into Wasp's midsection, sending him to the mat. Cable drives a couple of stiff elbows into Wasp's face from a half mount, and then gets to a knee, pulling Wasp with him. John tries to get Wasp up on his shoulder for a Darkest Hour, but Wasp saw it from a mile away, and slides down John's back, diving for his corner and tags in High Tide.

Tide, taking advantage of John's blindside, leaps to the top rope and delivers a devastating Moonsault from way up top that drives the Beast to the canvas once more. Tide floats over for the pin...

One... Two... Thre...

… but Cable pushes Tide way int the air with an impressive show of strength that launches the PCW's resident pirate across the ring. John gets to his feet as he and Tide circle each other in the ring, and as John makes it to the Freebooters corner, John stops, and pulls his fist way back like he is winding up to deliver the haymaker of Tide's life, but just at the last moment, he turns, and drills Wasp in the chest with an open palm slap.

Wasp instantly takes a swing at Cable as he slides out of the ring and to the floor as Austin Shaw warns Wasp to get in the ring.

Wasp and Tide look at each other, and then back to Shaw, and then back at one another.

Austin Shaw starts the ten count.

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Wasp is beside himself... and then, as he looks out over the crowd, a smile splits his face from ear to ear.

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Wasp looks across the ring at High Tide, and laughs his best Pirate Laugh as he slides in through the ropes breaking the count.

Wasp marches right over to High Tide, and smacks him hard in the face.

Tide turns half way around, and looks out over the crowd before he answers with a stiff right hand of his own.

Wasp takes his turn knocked sideways staring at the crowd, before he fires back with a huge right fist. Tide recovers and goes for a haymaker of his own, but Wasp ducks under the wild right and then both of the Freebooters rifle into opposite ropes.

Tide pancakes as Wasp leaps over him, and then Wasp ducks a Clothesline by Tide and then Tide ducks a Short Arm Lariat by Wasp. Both men, coming off the ropes again at full speed towards each other, go for a hip toss at the same time and nullify their leverage. They look at each other sternly, then Wasp goes for a hip toss again, but Tide counters, spinning around him sideways and goes for one of his own, but Wasp counters this time, and they go spinning around each other until Wasp backs Tide back into the ropes.

Austin Shaw warns Wasp to get him out of the ropes, and in answer, Wasp lays a huge Knife Edge Chop onto Tide's chest that makes Shaw wince. Tide rifles back with a Chop of his own as he steps away from the ropes and screams at Wasp. Wasp answers with another Chop of his own, and screams even louder at Tide. The two trade chops in the middle of the ring for what seems like ages before both men tie up with a Collar and Elbow, and jockey for position swinging each other around the middle of the ring, neither man wanting to give an inch.

Finally, Tide pulls Wasp into a side headlock, and then pulls him over with a Side Headlock Take-down. Tide wrenches the Headlock down as he lays over Wasps chest. Austin Shaw checks on Wasp as Tide drives several hard fists into the forehead of Wasp. Shaw starts his count and Tide lets Wasp go at four. Tide hops to his feet quickly, and circle Wasp as he gets to his feet. Tide locks his arms around Wasps waist, and drive him into he mat with a snap suplex, and holds on for the ride. Tide rolls Wasp over and gets back to his feet with Wasp in tow, and then lands a huge Release Suplex sending Wasp flying across the ring. Tide goes for the pin...

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… and Wasp just barely kicks out in time. Tide kips up to his feet, and climbs to the top turnbuckle. Wasp now, slowly getting to his feet, is met in the middle of the ring by a flying High Tide... Top Rope Hurricanrana! Tide sticks the landing flawlessly, and the crowd is cheering like crazy now as Tide goes for the pin again...

One... Two.. Thre...

… and Wasp kicks out, again just in time. Tide is furious and charges at Wasp now, but Jule Martin , just getting to his feet, ducks his wild swings and drives a clean left right into Tide's mouth. Wasp backs Tide into the corner, but not a neutral one! John Cable and SSP loom over their corner as Wasp lands one Chop after another on the chest of High Tide in a frenzy.

Sebastian, enjoying the show immensely, decides to have himself a little fun as well, and smacks Wasp on the back tagging himself into the match. John grabs Wasp by the shoulders and hoists him out of the ring over the top rope, dumping him unceremoniously onto the floor outside as Sebastian slides through the ropes. SSP drives a huge boot to the midsection of Tide and a Snap Mare Takeover sees Tide on the mat. SSP grabs Tide by the boot, and drags him over himself, gripping his leg in a savage looking Ankle Lock. SSP cinches the hold in and shakes Tide by the leg as he screams in pain.

Wasp slides back into the ring from the floor under the bottom rope and drives a flying forearm smash into the back of SSPs head breaking the hold and sending Sebastian face first to the mat. Shaw runs Wasp out of the match as Tide stumbles into Durst's corner and tags him in as the legal man.

Durst, hot to put this away on the dazed Sebastian St. Paul, tries to lock in a Sharp Shooter, but Tide runs through Durst with a Driving Knee to the side of the head, causing him to break the attempt as SSP tags John in. Cable comes through the ropes like a man possessed, drilling Wasp on the far side of the ring with an big Elbow Smash sending him to the floor from the apron. SSP drags Tide out under the bottom rope, and it all comes don to Durst, face to face with a fairly fresh John Cable.

Durst rushes him, going for a big Elbow Smash, but Cable sees it early, and steps the side, grabbing Durst around the shoulders, and locking down a Cobra Clutch Sleeper Hold. Within moments, Durst's feet drag the canvas limply wrapped up in the Beasts massive arms, and Austin Shaw raises his hand not once, not twice, but a third time before calling for the bell.

Winners: The New Breed via submission

[Murdoc]

****

The cameras are backstage following the last match and find themselves looking at the sultry sight of PCW Interviewer Kassandra Black as she holds her microphone in preparation for another exclusive. This time her guest stands out of shot but the unease and near disgust on her face tells its own story.

Kassandra Black: Ladies and gentlemen, at this moment I’m joined by the ‘Born Psycho’ Non Compos Mentis, and some of his…. Associates.

The camera catches the movement of a hand drifting into shot, gently touching the pinnacle of Kassandra’s microphone in a subtle, creepy sign for silence. Following the limb from finger to elbow to shoulder and up to the face of its owner, the none-too-happy Non Compos Mentis, the camera soaks in the tense, awkward atmosphere. Behind him are two individuals (that the cameras can see) dressed even more shabbily than their master.

Non Compos Mentis: These, Kassie, are not my associates. They are my family. You get that right when you talk to me or them.

Pulling his finger off the microphone as if granting permission to speak to Kassandra, Mentis tones down his angry demeanour and puffs out his chest with bravado.

Kassandra Black: Well, Non Compos Mentis, on Trauma 135 you and your… family attacked Tyrone Little and rumors have been rampant about the punishment you and your fellow attackers will receive.

Throughout these words, Mentis merely nods and breathes increasingly deeper, his nostrils flaring momentarily with each expulsion of used oxygen.

Kassandra Black: I have been asked by PCW President Skylar Marshall to inform you that a disciplinary meeting will be held before Trauma 137 and that your presence will be required.

There is an eerie silence as NCM seems to contemplate how to respond, only stopped when he nods once more and stares his sadistic stare right into the eyes of Black.

Non Compos Mentis: And if I refuse? And if I decide to turn your pretty little face into hamburger meat right here, right now? What would Skylar Marshall ask you to tell me then?

Kassandra Black recoils instantly as NCM reaches out with the same hand and catches a flick of her hair between his fingers. A laugh echoes from his lips as his two comrades takes a step forward with vicious intent… but stop as another figure enters shot. It is the figure of Tyler Scott.

Tyler Scott: Get your bloody cronies to back off or I’ll slap them silly, Mentis.

The Brit’s threat meets only the growling, cackling laughter of his target who extends two arms to gently push his minions backwards.

Non Compos Mentis: Tyler, I thought last week’s demonstration might have taught you a lesson. But I see you in front of me so apparently I gave you too much credit.

Tyler Scott: Shut up, Mentis. Your little video might intimidate a few people but it damn sure doesn’t scare me. You and your band of misfit toys can come after me all you like, but I’m not a referee and you’ll have to do a lot better to take me out.

Mentis smiles back, his anger tempered by what appears now to be amusement. Both he and Scott continue to stare at each other as the tension in the air thickens.

Tyler Scott: I hope Skylar Marshall does the right thing for once in his life and throws the book at you. You’re a coward, attacking Tyrone Little like that, and the sooner you’re out of PCW the better. Good riddance to bad rubbish…

The two lumbering minions of Mentis finally lose their patience and lunge forward but Tyler Scott came ready for a fight. The three men throw punches wildly as the camera tries to swivel around for a better view and all manner of people and objects scatter. The fight rumbles back and forth with Scott beating away the numbers game for a while with educated strikes and underestimated speed… but eventually it becomes too much. The hobos take control while Scott still fires off punches as fast as he can.

In the chaos of the brawl, one thing is clear: the officials who would normally break up the mayhem are nowhere to be seen. The events of the previous Trauma still hang heavy on their minds as the out-of-control vagrants wail away on a weakening Scott. In the background the words of NCM can be heard, shouting over the din of grunts and yells. “I will NEVER leave this place, I am part of the walls and the air. And you ... YOU ... will pay for getting in my way!”

The words are cut off as, finally, a selection of figures swamp the scene and pull the two hobos off Tyler Scott who still looks ready and willing to fight. The figures are stage hands, medics and even the odd PCW Superstar mixed in between, but still there are no referees to be seen as the scene fades away in preparation for the next match.

****

Match Five
Singles Match
Kelli ‘Dollface’ Starr vs. ‘The Archangel’ Gabriel Cross
Referee: Manny Cruz
Winner: No Contest

As the rapid harpsichord music of Emilie Autumn’s 'Syringe’ sounds over the PCW loudspeakers, all the arena lights go out save for delicately strobing green lights at the stage area. Increasing in tempo with the music, they light up a single female figure standing at the top of the ramp. With the heavy pulse of the bass kicking in, multicolored lights begin to flicker and strobe in a rainbow of chaos as Dollface makes her energetic way to the ring. She slips under the bottom rope into the ring as the frenetic rave-like lighting continues, dancing in the ring as she waits for "The Archangel" Gabriel Cross.

"Power" by Kanye West hits the speakers and Gabriel Cross appears on the stage to heated jeers and cool cheers. He takes a moment to showboat on the ramp before shifting his attention to Dollface, now limbering up in the ring. He makes sure she notices as he runs his hands across his mid-section, as though he's keeping the spot warm for the North American Title. As he reaches the ring he drops the hood of his black and silver coat, slides in under the bottom rope, and hands the coat off to ringside. He keeps his sight trained on Dollface, not wanting to give the wild child his back, and then he's ready to face off. The two size each other up and Manny Cruz calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!

The two strikers begin to circle, but before either makes a move they're jawing back and forth from across the ring. Cross is pointing; first at Dollface, then to his waist, then to himself, and then back to Dollface. Dollface shakes her head, disgusted and clearly unimpressed. As it looks like Cross could go on forever, she simply starts to close the distance and forces him to put his money where his mouth is.

With Dollface at arm's length Cross lunges forward for a clinch, but Kelli Starr scouts it and sneaks a throat thrust under Cross's outstretched arms. He takes two steps back and Dollface works up some momentum, comically running in place before hauling Cross immediately down with a necktie clothesline. She pops up to her feet and curtsies to the crowd, enjoying herself and hopefully getting under the Archangel's skin.

Cross rolls up to his feet, eyes open for Dollface who shoots in for a double leg takedown. Cross drops back on his heels, shifts his weight back, and sprawls, catching Kelli Starr beneath him. Before she has a chance to cover up he drives an ugly elbow into the base of her skull, the impact of its point almost ringing out and raising the crowd to fervent booing. Manny Cruz is immediately on Gabriel Cross, scolding him for the blatant blow, But Cross shrugs him off and cackles, proud of himself.

Kelli Starr now stunned, Cross hauls her up from the sprawl and hoists her into the air, planting her flat on her back with an up-and-down Spinebuster. Cross covers...

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Kelli Starr, however, kicks out just before two. Gabriel Cross works her back to her feet, slapping her on the top of the head in utter disrespect. This boils Starr's blood and she fires off a wild right hand which Cross barely ducks. He plants a sidekick to her midsection, but Dollface manages to shoot back a kick of her own. She follows with a lunging strike at Cross's throat, which he sidesteps, slipping his arm underneath and locking in a full nelson. The claustrophobic kaleidoscope struggles to escape the hold, but Cross takes matters into his own hands and pelts her into the mat with a hard Full Nelson Slam. Lateral press!

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Kelli Starr kicks out! Unimpressed by her resilience Gabriel Cross lifts her up once more, throwing a few stiff punches for good measure. He finally hooks a clean clinch and begins firing off knees to the body of Kelli Starr, her past training translating to the instinct to keep--those--hands--down! She blocks as many as connect, and all the action starts drawing hard on Cross's air supply. He drops his hands and attempts to irish-whip her across the ring to put some space and catch a breath. But Starr holds on and reverses!

Cross now running the ropes against his will, he rebounds and winds up flat on his back as Kelli Starr floats him over with a hip toss powerslam! Surprise pinfall!

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But it will take much more than that to keep Gabriel Cross down as he kicks out a fraction of a second after one. The change of pace is perfect for Dollface, however, as she uses all the time she can get to regain her bearings after the Archangel's onslaught. Her powerslam leaving Cross winded, they make it vertical at almost the same time. In a frantic surge of energy Dollface takes two steps in, dropping low and reaching up to clinch Cross behind the neck. She drops further into a gymnastique split, stinging Cross with a jawbreaker against her shoulder! Another pinfall!

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Kick out by Gabriel Cross! If her last big attack winded, this one stunned and Cross has trouble finding his feet. Dollface takes this chance to return Cross's taunts, pointing and mocking his 'title' taunt while shaking her head at the crowd. At this they laugh and cheer, and cannot get enough of Dollface's at once playful and deadly demeanor. Almost standing now, she helps Cross along only to tablecloth his legs from under him, planting him on his back and quickly scaling the corner to the second set of ropes. Leaping leg drop! Kelli Starr refuses to let up as she pins the Archangel again!

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And again he kicks out! Kelli Starr rolls away and to her feet, and quickly she's on Gabriel Cross with a series of stomps, dealing bits of damage and keeping him at bay. This seems to be working until it backfires, as Cross manages to seize her foot and roll her off balance, maneuvering deftly into a half crab. As he torques the leg, held tightly in one arm, he taps on his head with his free hand as if to make out like he planned this all along. Dollface resists from prone position, trying to counter the tourque by raising up on her arms. It's slow going as he sits deep on her back, but flailing might deepen the hold. Instead she bides her time and builds her strength, fighting the pain with bared teeth. Twenty seconds pass until she finally raises, and rocks, and by throwing her weight manages to catch Gabriel Cross beneath the chin with her free foot.

He reels and releases the hold, allowing Dollface to stand and test the stretched tendons of the crabbed leg. Clearly touchy, her wince telling the truth, she waits on Cross to react rather than lash out. And when he turns, she plants her unhurt leg and flings the bum one at Gabriel Cross, connecting with a heart kick that sends him stumbling backward into the ropes. As he rebounds in her direction she steps into him, latching around his chest and neck and sends him straight into the mat with a reverse Russian leg sweep!

Wait!

Blocked!

Cross manages to fight her off, planting his base and hauling in the opposite direction. The result is a side-hug-tug-of-war. Gabriel Cross emerges the victor as he reverses her attempt into a facebuster of his own! Adrenaline surges and he pops to his feet, glancing quickly to the ropes and gauging the distance. He marks it good as he springboards off the second rope, floating over in a beautiful moonsault. Fall From Grace! Cross pins!

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But Dollface kicks out! A disgruntled Gabriel Cross violently hauls Kelli Starr to her feet, running his throat across his thumb and locking her tight in another clinch. This time she has more trouble blocking his assault, eating hard knees to her midsection. Realizing she's in a bad way, Dollface reacts by lurching forward and for a second time yanking the carpet from beneath Gabriel Cross! This time, however, she keeps hold of his legs and splits them in a gut-wrenching wishbone! And still she holds, leaping forward and landing with back and legs on Cross's chest and face. Banana Split!! She hooks Cross's legs and remains seated on his chest, pinning his shoulders.

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A flash of red on the ramp...

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Cross switches position on his legs and forces himself forward, dropping Dollface into a pinfall!

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It's the Hangtown Horror!

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Grimm leaps forward, mirroring Starr's Banana Split by dropkicking Cross in the face and landing squarely on Dollface with a senton splash!

Manny Cruz calls for the bell, and then for security to stop Phinehas Grimm!

Winner: No contest via Interference

Grimm erupts to his feet and goes on a wiry rampage, stomping on Cross and then Starr with reckless abandon. Manny Cruz tells him to stop but he refuses, and not wanting to get between Grimm and, well, anything, he's forced to leave him to his devices. Eric Russo, the referee for Grimm's upcoming match-up, emerges from behind the curtain with PCA Security in tow. They're halfway up the ramp when...

Justin "Stormm" Michaels flies out onto the stage, running headlong toward the ring as the crowd buzzes rampantly. Grimm recognizes Stormm's approach and this gives Gabriel Cross a chance to escape under the bottom rope. Manny Cruz checks on Dollface, who rolls with him as they also exit the ring.

Stormm slides in under the bottom rope, Eric Russo close behind, PCA Security making sure the exhausted Kelli Starr and Gabriel Cross can find refuge in the back. As Stormm and Grimm collide in the center of the ring, Eric Russo calls for the ball and the match is underway!

Match Six
Singles Match
Grimm vs. Justin ‘Stormm’ Michaels
Referee: Eric Russo

After the absurd introduction the two are trading hard strikes in the center of the ring, Grimm looking literally on fire and Stormm fired up for a match against an old, familiar foe. As they're firing back and forth the camera quickly cuts to backstage in Skylar Marshall's office as he watches intently on a monitor, potentially holding out for Grimm to punish Stormm for meddling in Marshall's affairs.

Back in the ring the two continue brawling, neither man gaining a clear advantage. Grimm's eight limbs connect on wild arcs while Stormm's measured strikes break through the Hangtown Horror's defenses. At the moment Stormm sees an opening he sticks a gutshot kick on Grimm, doubling him over and setting him up for a DDT! Grimm sits up after the impact but Stormm maneuvers in behind him, locking on a sleeper hold and stopping up Grimm's momentum. Grimm fights the sleeper and begins to work up to his feet while Stormm directs him to keep his back. As Grimm makes his feet Stormm drops his hands to a waistlock, floating Grimm over with a belly-to-back suplex, which he follows up with a pinfall attempt.

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But Grimm kicks out, which leads Stormm into another transition that results in a nelson on a seated Phinehas Grimm. The crowd is hot as Stormm controls the momentum, and they heat up further as Grimm struggles to regain some ground. Again Grimm fights to his feet, the crowd getting behind him now, and he twists and starts to break Stormm's nelson. Stormm keeps control of Grimm's arms, however, and manages a double underhook. Big slam! Stormm pins...

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And Grimm kicks out! Not only does he kick out, but he powers out, throwing the larger man off the top. Immediately he's up on his feet, the crowd is roaring, and he catches fire, dropping Stormm to the mat with a heavy clothesline! Stormm pops up and he's dropped once more, then up just as quick. Grimm catches the rising Justin Michaels off guard with a claw hold, following it up with a headbutt that flattens Stormm on the mat. Grimm covers, but Stormm kicks out right around one. As both men return to their feet Grimm fires an unorthodox bell clap, ringing the Force of Nature's ears. Stormm stumbles and Grimm launches a savate kick before hurling himself at his opponent, taking him down with a spear. A series of right hands from a mount and Eric Russo calls for a break. Grimm complies, leading Stormm to his feet and taking him down with a backbreaker! Again Grimm covers.

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And Justin Michaels kicks out. Stormm fights back to his feet and counters Grimm's assault, trading punches with the Abomination of Desolation. Grimm's wild and wiry limbs prove too much as Stormm is backed off to the ropes, at which point Grimm sends him running with an irish-whip. Stormm rebounds off the opposite ropes, Grimm wading out to meet him in the center. He drops his head and tosses Stormm overhead, back body drop! The impact echoes through the arena and the crowd continues their fever pitch as Grimm covers up once again.

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Again Stormm kicks out! Grimm isn't slowing down, leading Stormm back to his feet once more and looking to deal even more damage. He backs off and fires a measured lariat. Stormm ducks! The lariat misses and Grimm's balance is thrown while Justin Michaels steps in and ends up behind in another waistlock. German Suplex! Stormm bridges for the pin!

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And Grimm convulses to get his shoulder up! At the kickout the crowd explodes, and their energy is as high as that in this fast-paced match. It's rare to see so many pinfalls in such a short time, and just as rare to see such high intensity on a Trauma card. Both men want the victory, both men know their enemy, and both men know what it will take to emerge victorious. And so neither man is wasting time, ignoring reserving their strength and instead going for broke. As Grimm kicks out they break away, and both men hop to their feet and look to brawl once more. Again they're in the center of the ring, trading shots, punching each other full on the face. Grimm ducks a punch and runs at the ropes... flying lariat connects! Stormm is down near one corner and Grimm scales the turnbuckles. Stormm standing... spinning wheel kick from the top rope from Grimm, square on the chin! Again Grimm covers!

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Justin Michaels gets his shoulder up! Stormm manages to roll away, holding his jaw and wondering what it will take to eliminate the Hangtown Horror. Grimm is stalking with a wild grin amid his fiery beard, and he closes the distance as Justin Michaels gets back to his feet. Stormm lunges, arms outstretched, and manages to force Grimm into a collar-elbow tie-up. As they jockey for position Grimm is unable to strike, and eventually Stormm, the more versed technician, works around into a hammerlock. Grimm throws an elbow but Stormm leans back as the point narrowly misses the bridge of his nose. Stormm capitalizes, locking an unorthodox hold from behind and lifting Grimm into the air. Flash Flood!! Grimm down, lateral press...

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And Phinehas Grimm kicks out at the last second! The crowd's din rises to untold levels as these two warriors leave it all on the line, with Stormm hoisting Grimm up and doubling him down with a boot to the gut. Stormm hooks Grimm for a suplex, reaching down to capture the leg, lining up his finisher, the Force of Nature.

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In desperation, Grimm punches him in the throat from the suplex position, out of Eric Russo's line of sight. Stormm's immediate reaction is to grab for his jugular, and Grimm takes the moment to pounce.

HARVEST!!

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Winner: Grimm via Pinfall

As Grimm celebrates the convincing win over Stormm, we get a split-screen of Skylar Marshall nodding in approval and with a grin on his face as we go to commercial.

[Murdoc]

We’re back from break and we’re immediately treated to ...

The gritty opening riffs of AC/DC’s “Back in Black” comes ratcheting out of PCW speakers as none other than PCW’s president, Skylar Marshall, enters the ringside area. He can be seen nodding to a couple of notables in the seats as he makes his way off the stage and down the ramp. Waving away the mic immediately offered to him when he reaches the ring, it’s clear he’s here to supervise the upcoming match. No sooner does he take up a ringside position that his theme reaches its end and a completely different tune beings.

Match Seven 
Singles Match
‘THE Asshole’ Whitey Ford vs. Justin Kaard (World ©)
Referee: Eddie Lane

The lights flash in time with the intro to "Attack" as Justin Kaard takes the stage. Bouncing on the balls of his feet, Justin loosens up before the match. With slow determination he walks to the ring, ignoring the boos and scattered, ragged cheers of the audience. Coming to the ring he moves to the side and takes a running start before sliding across the apron on one knee. He grabs the ropes before hitting the turnbuckle and vaults over the ropes. Once in the ring, Kaard runs to the far turnbuckle and leaps to the second rope. He raises his arms, crossing them at the wrists before jumping from the turnbuckle. He moves back to the ropes and waits for his opponent - and he doesn’t have long to wait.

The final notes of Kaard’s entrance theme are abruptly cut off and replaced by the deceptively serene opening of Avenged Sevenfold’s “Critical Acclaim”. As all the lights save for those at the stage dim to darkness, the PCWtron plays clips of Ford hitting his finishers and assorted high impact moves. Once the heavy guitars kick in, Whitey walks out onto the stage with his arms held open, soaking in the crowd reaction with an arrogant smile. He doesn't waste much time on the stage and continues down the ramp, the ubiquitous Johnny Veigns bulking along behind him. Whitey makes it to the ring without incident, shrugging off his tattered Marshall’s Law jacket and tossing it to Johnny, who is summarily dismissed by Skylar - much to Whitey’s annoyance. Scowling at Marshall, Whitey enters the ring as the last chords of “Critical Acclaim” fade from the PCW loudspeakers.

Whitey Ford and Justin Kaard stare at each other across the ring under Skylar Marshall’s watchful eye, the momentary tableau one of a stern patriarch overseeing rambunctious children. Eddie Lane calls for the bell, and the competitors immediately lunge forward, locking up in the center of the ring, struggling for a moment then breaking, “The Adrenaline King” taking the opportunity to dart forward again, Whitey deftly sidestepping the attack and slapping Kaard upside the back of the head! Ford raises his two middle fingers right at Kaard’s stumbling form, crowing at him obnoxiously.

“I’m gonna learn you, son! I’m gonna take you back to the shed and learn you good!”

While Ford raises those same two fingers to the booing crowd in a boast, Justin hops up the ropes, launching himself at Ford’s back in a hasty dropkick that knocks both men to the mat. Justin twists around to put an awkward ankle lock on Whitey, who manages to free himself with one big shove of a boot! Kaard quickly rolls away from Whitey and over to the ropes, using them to pull himself up, but Whitey grabs him and throws him into a mean Irish whip - sending Justin bouncing painfully off the corner post! Grabbing Kaard by the hair, Whitey throws him into the center of the ring, going for an easy cover.

...1!

...kickout!

Skylar gives a faint nod of approval as Kaard surges up from the mat, knocking Whitey off balance with sheer ballast, Whitey stumbling back in surprise and scuffling for traction. Justin kips up, charging at Whitey and nailing him with a perfectly executed enzugiri! Ford staggers forward, Kaard grabbing him and Irish whipping him into the ropes, Ford bouncing back and giving Kaard a beautiful setup for a swinging neckbreaker! As Whitey struggles to rise, Justin steps over to the ropes and leans over, trying to get Skylar’s attention. Clearly the “Adrenaline King” is ready for this particular lesson to be over! Skylar just stares stonily at Kaard, shaking his head and making shooing motions with his hands.

Kaard grimaces in disgust, turning back to the ring just in time to be met with a high kick to the head! Justin faceplants the mat, oblivious to Whitey Ford giving Skylar Marshall a thumbs-up over his crumpled form. Eddie Lane moves to check on Kaard as Ford perches himself up on the ropes, surveying the wreckage of his opponent much like one might survey the chaos of a scuffed over anthill. Justin slowly gets to all fours, then gets his feet under him...surging up suddenly and jumping to grab Whitey in a leaping frankensteiner!! Ford is flung to the mat, Justin moving quickly to put a pin on Whitey...

...1!

..-kickout!

Ford punches both fists into the mat, using the leverage to help him rise and shaking his head vigorously to clear the cobwebs. With an inarticulate roar,


With Ford’s attack halted, Kaard goes on the offense with a series of kicks to the legs, backing Whitey into a corner. Kaard goes for another kick but he’s too slow! Whitey latches onto his foot and jerks Kaard off his feet with a vicious tug, twisting the leg around and laying a few stomps onto the strained knee joint, stopping only when Lane intervenes. Whitey crouches nearby, openly mocking Justin as he uses the ropes to rise, clearly checking his leg for damage. As soon as Justin’s up, Eddie Lane gives a nod and Whitey darts over to Kaard, grabbing him for a pickup - but Kaard reverses! Hop-stepping up the top two ropes like stairs, Kaard locks his arm around Ford’s neck and flips him in a dudebuster DDT!! Kaard scrambles to his knees, lunging forward for a pin on Ford.

...1!

...2!

..-kickout!

Kaard quickly backs away as Ford lurches to his feet - but not quickly enough. Leading in with a few heavy chops, Ford hammers away at PCW’s current World Champion, always staying just a step ahead of Eddie Lane’s whistle as Skylar looks on. Badgering Kaard into the corner, Whitey keeps on the offensive, brutalizing Kaard with a salvo of barely-legal strikes. As Kaard weaves, disoriented, Ford manhandles the smaller Kaard into the razor’s edge! With Justin balanced precariously on Ford’s shoulders, Whitey shifts Kaard vertical a split second before dropping him into a hellacious backtoss piledriver!! Justin Kaard hits the mat with a shuddering slam, Ford locking him up for the cover.

...1!

...2!

...3!!!

Winner: Whitey Ford

As Whitey Ford steps away from Justin Kaard, nothing but scornful loathing in his eyes, Skylar Marshall steps into the ring. He walks over to Kaard with slow, purposeful steps, Whitey at his side, both of the men staring down at Kaard for a long, tense moment. Justin stirs, his eyes focusing on Marshall and his Lawman, Skylar extending a hand and...helping Justin to his feet!

Whitey looks on, surly, as Marshall helps Justin out of the ring with all the solicitousness of a patriarch finished with meting out discipline.

****

We go backstage where the camera man is getting a head start on the main event, coming upon Ace Anderson’s dressing room. The door to the room is cracked and, as the camera peers is, Ace is getting ready for the Main Event for Trauma 136. The camera moves closer in to the room, getting a better shot of Ace Anderson throwing several knees and elbows, generally flexing and looking buff as hell.

The PCW legend spotting the camera man’s sudden sneaking intrusion into his dressing room, he grabs the camera and shakes his head while wagging his finger.

Uh uh uh, boys. Definitely NOT the time for an interview. Go find someone else.

With that, the camera man is given one last violent shove through the threshold and back outside the dressing room before a huge slam of the door. The camera man is just about to turn around and/or switch off when ... out of the edge of its’ peripherals ... the camera catches the approach of two rather familiar faces in The New Breed Foundation: Sebastian St. Paul and Johnathan Cable.

The two men knocking on the door, Ace calls out a refusal to answer until Cable pipes up.

Ace, it’s Cable.

With that, the door opens and the men are allowed to enter ... before a quick slam shut and a return to ringside.

****

Main Event
Singles Match
Ace Anderson vs. ‘Mr. Showtime’ Michael Wryght (World ©)
Referee: Roberto Garcia


"Pain Redefined" plays, sounding out and competing with the crowd as stage lights flicker with the first echoing notes. The light drumline begins, and the lights pick up speed. With each exclamation by the vocalist three short bursts of red and blue fireworks rocket toward the ceiling. On cue with the lyrics, Ace Anderson erupts from behind the curtain, arms raised. 

He takes a few seconds to survey the sound and the scene, staring at his opponent if introduced second. He walks to the ring with his long strides, looking determined and mentally preparing himself. He reaches the ring, stops, looks left and then right at the crowd as if he makes to jump up to the apron as he always had in the past. A momentary pause and he leaps, landing on the outside of the ring. Pyrotechnics blast from the ringposts as his feet hit the apron, and he shakes the top rope while the fireworks die out. He climbs through the second rope and raises his fists, gauging the ovation of PCW's Faithful before stretching in his corner.

"Gold on the Ceiling" by The Black Keys begins to blare over the P.A. system and the arena darkens. A single spotlight begins to shine on the entrance way illumination none other than “Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght. He is wearing a long black and silver sleeveless robe. He stands there with his back to the ring and his arms crossed. The back of the robe is exposed with the words in blue and silver “Mr. Showtime” and slightly behind him is the beautiful Perfection. Showtime slowly walks to the beat of the music as the only light in the arena follows him to the ring.

He walks up the stairs and whips off his feet on the outside apron. He ducks under the top rope and two other spotlights shoot on him he spins and puts his arms out. He slowly makes his way to the corner crossing his wrists, with is fingers are lock making a “W.” He pulls his arms down setting off some small pyros behind him, which also begins the lights to return to the arena.

The two men facing off ... it’s time for the MAIN EVENT!

DING DING DING DING!

Ace and Showtime immediately tie up, both jockeying for the upper hand at the outset of the match. Ace is the one who catches the advantage as he powers Showtime back into the corner. Showtime, however, is not one to allow such a presumptuous move and rolls out along the ropes ... with Ace only TOO happy to oblige. Both men still attempting to gain control, they make it to the next turnbuckle over with Ace still in control of the power game. The referee finally steps in and forces the pair apart.

The two men eyeing each other closely, Ace simply nods and begins to circle again ... Showtime doing so as well. Each of these men wily ring veterans, it may just come down to who makes the first mistake. Two sharks in the water ... neither wishing to relinquish their domain. The two lock up again, this time Ace uses his power advantage to muscle Showtime into an irish whip to the corner. Right on Showtime’s heels, Ace follows up with a sternum-busting clothesline, dropping Showtime to a kneeling position.

Picking Showtime up, Ace throws several back elbows before allowing Showtime to stumble from his unenviable position. As Showtime escapes the corner, Ace picks him up and holds him aloft in a military press slam position. Letting Showtime take a good LONG look at the mat far below him, Showtime can only brace as the center of gravity tilts and he is brought crashing back to Earth. A look of pain etched on Showtime’s face, he holds his lower back as Ace stands tall over his fallen opponent.

Slowly dragging Showtime to his feet, he lets his prey do most of the work ... forcing him to expend the energy and experience the back pain as he moves to a standing position. Several quick jabs and Showtime is reeling. Ace bouncing off the ropes, Showtime ducks and lets Ace whiff right over him. Ace hopping into the ropes opposite, he ducks under a leapfrogging Showtime and hits the ropes a THIRD time before coming face to face ... or rather, chest to chest as Showtime lands a beautiful cross body block.

Falling on top of Ace, he nets the quick one count ... owing largely thanks to the amount of momentum/velocity from the manuever. Showtime now in the driver’s seat, he mounts Ace and begins to rain down heavy lefts and rights ... brawling with the larger man. Ace’s size advantage neutralized for the moment, Showtime is free to unload on Anderson and proceeds to do so until the referee is forced to step in after several warnings about closed fist punches.

Showtime crawling off of Ace, Ace begins to collect himself ... but not before Showtime drops a knee to the back. Followed by an elbow drop. Several stomps to the knees. A lifting knee breaker and Ace is DEFINITELY in a world of trouble. Showtime’s game plan of taking away Ace’s vertical base working thus far, Showtime turns to the crowd and gestures a bit ... espousing his champion status and his talent. A second or two wasted, that’s all it takes for Ace to compose himself enough to catch Showtime coming in with a boot to the face.

Showtime staggering back, Ace gingerly moves to his feet and presses the sudden shift in momentum. Forcing Showtime into the ropes, he drapes the champion’s arms on the top rope and lets loose a MASSIVE slap to Showtime’s pectorals. A headlock and Showtime is trapped, but not for long as he mannages to slip free and push Ace off and into the ropes. Ace rebounding with a huge shoulder block, Showtime moves as Ace bounces off the ropes again and is caught with a back kick that leaves him fuzzy in the head.

Showtime rushing Ace, he clotheslines the man and both men tumble over the top rope to the floor. The referee beginning the customary count, Ace and Showtime are on the feet at two and are continuing the fight on the outside. A battle of epic proportions, Ace and Showtime trading shots as they round the ring. By the time six is called out, Showtime is rolling into the ring with Ace following right behind him. Showtime meeting him with several stomps to the back, he’s reading Ace the Riot Act as he lifts the big man to his feet.

In an incredible show of strength, Showtime hoists Ace into a sidewalk slam position and drops him on an extended knee. A bone-cracking back breaker, Showtime holds Ace stretched on his knee ... wrenching and forcing Ace to fight his way out of the excruciating hold. As Ace literally wills himself to his feet through the pain, Showtime is ready ... a healthy serving of chops being dished out to the massive challenger.

The sound of Ace barreling through Showtime is a sudden one, the thick flesh-on-flesh impact resounding throughout the ring area. Showtime has no choice but to brace as Ace runs straight through him ... lifting at the last moment and using the momentum to carry through into a mid-level spinebuster that leaves both men down. Ace manages to drape an arm over Showtime’s chest for the pinfall attempt ... ! Two count only. Ace pushes himself off of Showtime roughly, Showtime pulls himself under the bottom rope and away from Ace ...

... but not far enough away as Ace grabs a leg and begins to pull Showtime back into the ring.

And then ...

... COMMOTION.

Ace looks up at the crowd, who is booing and hissing, denoting the arrival of none other than the International Champion, Whitey Ford. A huge grin plastered on his face, Ace begins to jaw with Ford as he saunters his way to the ring. Showtime almost completely forgotten at this point, the two engage in a vitriolic war of words ... punctuated by an attack from behind by Showtime. Clubbing blows and Ace is down to a knee, Whitey looking INCREDIBLY pleased with himself. Showtime dropping elbows to the top of the head, Ace finally drops to the mat after a huge running knee to the chest.

A pinfall attempt.

1 ...

2 ...

... a kickout at two and a half. Showtime is furious, but quickly regains his composure. Whitey gives the thumbs up, Showtime nods and grabs the legs ... signaling for the Spotlight to shine. And indeed it does! The ring lights shine down onto Ace and Showtime only as Showtime crosses the legs and goes to turn Ace over. UNfortunately, Ace is still in the match and snatches up Showtime in a small package!

1 ...

2 ...

... KICKOUT! The Spotlight disappears, the arena lights return to full brilliance and Ace is pushing himself to his feet. Showtime rushing to curtail any momentum change, he makes it to Ace ... only to catch a HUGE boot to the gut. A powerbomb ... hands on the chest .... THE EXEMPLIFIER! Ace plants Showtime to the mat with an earth-shaking thud. As Ace crawls over Showtime to make the pin, he faces Whitey as he does so ... almost DARING him to step into the ring.

1 ...

2 ...

.... Whitey has no part of it, and the three is counted!

Winner: Ace Anderson

Ace standing to celebrate his win over the World Champion, he turns to Whitey who is standing outside the ring. The two exchange more words and Whitey threatens to enter the ring ... which Ace is all but GLAD to accommodate. Whitey setting the International Championship aside ... or so we think. Showtime grabs hold of Ace by the waist and holds him in place as Whitey hits the ring ... cracking Ace in the head with the title belt!

The two members of Marshall’s Law beginning to pick apart the fallen Ace Anderson, it looks as though Whitey is setting up for the Backtoss Piledriver when a massive cheer erupts from the PCW Faithful!

Q!

The Single Letter Superstar blitzing to the ring, multi-colored ball of energy as he hits. He takes Whitey off balance with a QFT from behind, forcing him to drop Ace to the mat. But Showtime is on top of it, dropping Q with a knee block. Whitey moving to Ace, Showtime with firm control over Q ... it’s still an unfair advantage with Ace having endured a grueling main event, it’s one even Q can’t help turn the tables on.

Until ...

THE NEW BREED FOUNDATION!

Both members streaking down to the ring, Cable and St. Paul both teeing off on Whitey and Showtime, giving Ace and Q the chance to recuperate. It’s a free for all in the middle of the ring until a heavy boo races around the arena. A heavy thud of boots on the entrance ramp ... it’s the Flying Freebooters! Hitting the ring, they immediately target St. Paul and Cable, Showtime and Whitey turning their attention back to Q and Ace Anderson.

It’s a fair fight now though, and it isn’t long before the fire and determination of Ace, Q and the New Breed Foundation get the better of Marshall’s Law ... forcing Showtime to make the wise choice and call for a strategic retreat. As Whitey, Showtime and the Freebooters back up the ramp ... Q shakes Ace’s hand in the ring while the New Breed Foundation watch the ropes ... the pieces coming together as we lose the feed ... Q, Ace and the New Breed Foundation standing tall in the middle of the ring amidst the cheers of the Faithful!

-CLICK!-

<sub>Sterling Werner def. Anson & Arrica Lewitt
Non Compos Mentis vs. Q ends via time limit draw
Andy D def. Tyrone Smith
The New Breed Foundation def. The Flying Freebooters and Dillon Durst/Rick Majors
Kelli Starr vs. Gabriel Cross is rules a no-contest 
Grimm def. Justin Michaels
Whitey Ford def. Justin Kaard
Ace Anderson def. Michael Wryght

Sorry about the late results.  Card should be up in the next little bit.  Things are moving into full swing towards the inevitable!  What will happen next?  Big props go to Drew, Rick, Mel, Kris and Justin.  Great job guys!</sub>