Trauma 142 Results!

[Murdoc]

The crowd is on their feet as the opening pyro for Trauma kicks off. We get a view of the outside of the arena where fans are chanting and cheering, eagerly awaiting the OFFICIAL start of the program. But before we can get to the opening match of the night ...

'Back in Black' by AC/DC begins to play over the loudspeaker system.

 I’d like to welcome you all to Trauma….

The crowd continues to boo as Skylar Marshall steps out onto the stage. Impeccably attired, he looks every bit the businessman that he proclaims himself to be.

Now, as you know, the opening match of tonight’s show was scheduled to be Cory Steel versus Tyrone “Crazy Boy” Smith. I’m sure you were all looking forward to that, but….

Skylar is cut off again as the crowd’s booing gets even louder.

Unfortunately, Cory Steel is not in the arena tonight due to some travel issues, so that match will not be taking place, which leaves Tyrone Smith without an opponent. Since no one has stepped up to the plate to face him, he won’t be competing here tonight either.

The crowd continues booing.

SO. That leaves us with an empty slot for the first match … and that is completely unacceptable. Tonight, we have an amazing set of matches from TOP to BOTTOM … and this is how we’re going to kick things off? A dud?

The crowd lets loose a torrent of boos.

I still want PCW to put on a good show for the audience watching in the arena and at home. So, that means what should have been a dark match will now become our opening match. And, to make things more interesting, the match will take place under “Lights Out” rules. That means the lights will be dimmed and the match will be non-sanctioned as announced. Both participants have signed the appropriate waivers and it's going to happen … right NOW.

Look in my eyes, what do you see?
Cult of personality
I know your anger, I know your dreams
I've been everything you want to be
I'm the cult of personality
Like Mussolini and Kennedy
I'm the cult of personality
Cult of personality
Cult of personality

There's a mixed reaction from the PCW crowd as Miyoko Kawashima leads Tristan Slater out to the top of the ramp. Miyoko poses with Tristan before the two exchange a peck on the lips. Miyoko leads Tristan towards the ring with Slater following in close pursuit. Before they can reach the ring, "Dystopic" by Position Audio begins to play over the PCW speakers.

The somber opening notes soon joined by a heavy drumbeat, gradually augmented into what sounds like a full orchestra. Eira is seen standing in the entrance way. Slater turns his attention to her and he begins to make his way up the ramp towards her. Eira makes her way down and the two meet.

After a brief moment of staring at one another, the two start exchanging blows in the aisle! Slater gets the upper hand as he knees Eira in the stomach. She doubles over and Slater suddenly hits her with a DDT onto the ramp. He then gets to his feet and looks down at Eira who is already attempting to get back to a vertical base. The referee who was in the ring rushes over to the ramp area to watch over the match.

Slater walks toward Eira, but Eira hits him with a stiff elbow into the midsection, stopping his advances. She then stands up and hits him with a swift roundhouse kick to the side. Slater stumbles, but he doesn’t fall. Eira leaps up now and she hits him with a dropkick! Slater staggers backwards and he flips over the railing and into the crowd!

The crowd cheers as Eira follows him over the railing. Eira pulls Slater up, only to send him back down with a vicious chop to the chest. She now grabs a steel chair that a fan has vacated. Taking full advantage of the un sanctioned nature of the match, Eira lifts the chair up and she cracks Slater across the back with it!

He crumbles to the floor. Not done yet, Eira lifts the chair up once more and she again brings it down across Slater’s back. Eira now drops the chair and she kneels down to turn Slater over. Slater acts quickly and he jabs her right in the face, giving himself from time to recover from the chair attack.

He doesn’t get very long to recover though as Eira is right back on the attack. This time, she kicks him directly in the midsection before pulling him up to his feet. Eira sets him up for an offensive move, but Slater counters with a stiff elbow to the chest. He then charges at Eira, knocking her down to the floor with a clothesline.

Slater pulls Eira up and he throws her directly onto a bunch of chairs. Eira hits the pile of chairs with a thud. Slater grabs a chair and he throws it directly onto Eira. Then another. Then another. Then another. Then another. Eira is being buried in chairs!

Slater stops now and he leaps up and drops an elbow onto the chairs, crushing Eira underneath! Slater is winded by the move as well and the two competitors take some time to return to their feet.

Slater gets there first. He shoves the chairs off of Eira and uncovers her motionless body. Slater approaches her and he rolls her over for a cover.

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Eira kicks out. Slater now pulls her back up to her feet. Out of nowhere, Eira suddenly hits him with a hurricanrana onto the pile of chairs! After hitting the move, Eira collapses with exhaustion. The two competitors stay down for several seconds before Eira slowly gets back to her feet. She approaches Tristan Slater and yanks him back up to his knees roughly. With Slater on his knees, Eira hits him with a stiff kick to the head, knocking him back down.

She then pulls them up and drags him over to the railing. Eira drapes him over the guardrail and she goes back for another steel chair. She lifts the chair above her head but, before she can strike Slater across the back, he hits her with a spear, sending her crashing into the railing. Slater now clotheslines her over the railing.

He follows her over and grabs her by the hair, dragging her over to the entrance way. Slater now with a suplex onto the ramp. He now mounts Eira and begins unloading on her face with stiff right hands. Eira finally manages to get her arms up and she flips Slater over onto his back. Eira now quickly gets to her feet and she drops an elbow onto Slater. Eira now grabs Slater and she slams him face-first into the ramp.

Eira with a cover now:

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Slater kicks out at two. Eira pulls him up to his feet and she drags him over to the entrance way. Eira now slams Slater into the wall around the entrance. As Slater collapses to the floor, Eira walks backstage. She returns with a ladder. The crowd explodes.

Slater gets to his feet, but not for long. Eira drives the ladder into his midsection, sending him back down to the floor. Eira now lifts the ladder up and she slams it down across Slater’s back. Eira now sets the ladder up as the crowd cheers.

Eira starts to climb the ladder, but Slater is getting to his feet as she does. She notices this and stops, but not before Slater grabs her. He then sets her up and powerbombs her off of the ladder onto the floor!

Slater collapses to the floor as well. After several seconds he returns to his feet. Wanting to finish Eira off, Slater slowly starts to climb the ladder. Eira is still down on the floor when Slater reaches the top of the ladder. He looks down at Eira and the crowd is on their feet as Slater leaps off of the top of the ladder with a shooting star press!

Eira moves out of the way and Slater hits the floor hard! Eira slowly makes her way over to Slater and covers him.

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The match ends as the referee’s hand hits the floor for the third time! Eira wins an absolutely brutal unsanctioned match!

Winner: Eira by pinfall

Match Two
Singles Match under Genesis Rules
Justin 'Stormm' Michaels vs. Arica 'Trouble' Lewitt
Referee: Melina Cruz

The arena lights dim down to a gentle glow and the sound of pouring rain fills the arena to the brim as an orange fog begins to cover the entrance way. Hardly containing themselves already, the fans start to rise to their feet as a sudden bright flash of orange lights flood the crowd before a deafening crash of thunder rattles the foundation and leaves the arena in darkness. The pre-chorus rift to "Crash" by Decyfer Down instigates a small riot amongst those in attendance as orange flashes, like lightning, illuminate the way for the Force of Nature, and Justin Michaels appears through the curtain and onto the stage.

"CRASH! YOU'RE GOING DOWN! WITHOUT A SOUND!"

Justin plays to the cheers of the fans from atop the ramp, and marches back and forth while interacting with those in attendance. He nods his head and points towards the fans recognizing all the support they provide before turning his attention back to the ring, and starts to make his way towards the squared circle.

"THEN I'LL PASS YOU UP, BEFORE I EXPLODE! BREAKING IN TWO! I'LL SEE IT THROUGH!"

Having made it to ringside, Stormm patrols around to the opposite side of the ring and gives a mocking salute towards Al Laiman, the man who for years has mocked the "misspelling" of Justin's nickname. Justin hops up onto the apron and climbs through the ropes before motioning to the crowd once more.

"YOU WON'T KEEP ME DOWN WHEN I CRASH THROUGH YOU!"

Justin immediately scales the nearest turnbuckle to raise his hands into the air for all to see. The flash bulbs surge throughout the arena as the orange lights brighten back to the venue's usual lighting. Justin repeats his actions and poses on the turnbuckle in the opposite corner before hopping down from the corner as his music fades out, but the overwhelming applause does not as he stands the ready for his match.

As “I Knew You Were Trouble” begins to play over the speakers the lights cut out completely, leaving the arena cloaked in darkness. As the distinctive voice of Taylor Swift sings “Trouble, trouble, trouble,” a spotlight flashes on Trouble each time her name is sung and the crowd can barely make out Trouble standing in the middle of the ramp as the spotlight flashes.

Eventually the lights come back on, and she is standing in the middle of the ring. Stormm is standing in the middle of the ring, but Trouble is not done, as she climbs a turnbuckle, to taunt the fans so it would seem but as suddenly as she climbs it, she has thrown herself off, landing a diving crossbody on Stormm.

Melina Cruz motions for the bell to ring the match and drops to make a count as Trouble has gone for a very early pin. However before she can even get to one, the wily veteran sends the smaller wrestler off of him with a shove. He is too experienced to fall for a trick like that. The nimble footed Arica Lewitt lands on her feet, darting in to meet the rising Stormm. He slips behind her as she attempts to land a clothesline, and he locks his hands around her waist. He goes to throw her with a German Suplex, but she slips out the back door, landing a vicious kick to his lower back.

However Stormm uses the momentum and rebounds off the ropes. Trouble isn’t expecting so much speed from the larger man, and suddenly she is on the receiving end of a huge jumping knee to the face. Stormm quickly capitalizes, hooking a leg for the pin. At two, Trouble manages to get a shoulder off the mat. He keeps the momentum going in his favor as he pulls Arica off the mat. She responds with a stiff right, but he immediately puts a knee in her gut, doubling her over. Then hooking both arms underneath hers, he sends her CRASHING back down to the mat. He goes for a quick pin again, looking to put the match away. 1…2...kick out!

Storm begins to pull Arica up to a vertical base, ready to put the match away for good, but in desperation Trouble lashes out with an undetected thumb to the eye! The crowd boos her loudly as she quickly takes advantage of the blinded Stormm, rolling him up with a schoolboy pin! 1…2…kickout! The crowd cheers as Stormm kicks out. He begins to get to his feet, where Arica is stalking him, taunting him by motioning for him to rise. As he does she jumps and catches him with a jumping cutter! Troublicious!

She doesn’t go for a pin however, seeing the fight still left in Stormm. She waits for him to rise and aims a superkick at his head, but the veteran manages to duck underneath Super Trouble! Stormm gets behind Trouble and wraps his left arm around her neck, and leans them backwards. He grabs a hold of Trouble’s tights with his free right hand, using it as leverage, lifts her off the ground. He then falls backwards and plants Trouble’s head and neck on the mat with a Hangcloud DDT! He quickly goes for the pin! 1…2…3 No! Arica has managed to kick out at two and a half and Stormm, not one to usually show emotions during a match, kicks at the ropes in frustration.

Trouble is slow getting to her feet and Stormm lets her rise, ready to pounce when suddenly the crowd is booing loudly. Both wrestler’s look up to the ramp, where Skylar Marshall has appeared, microphone in hand.

“Everyone’s been asking, if, IF Stormm wins, does he win the Genesis Title? It was never really clear, because unlike the other matches, this one did not state that it was for the title. HOWEVER, may I remind you all of the rules of this championship? The title is to be defended on EVERY show, and so to answer the question, this match is OBVIOUSLY for the Genesis Title!” he states, with a smirk on his face that the crowd clearly misses because they begin to cheer loudly at the prospect of Stormm winning the title. Marshall begins to walk towards the back, but he spins, as if he has just remembered something.

“Oh, and speaking of title rules: don’t forget that there is a fifteen minute time limit on all Genesis Championship matches, and Stormm ... it appears you only have one minute left to win!” Marshall says the smirk on his face growing even wider as he turns back again and this time actually goes into the back. On the PCWtron, a one minute timer has begun to tick down.

Stormm, with no time to lose, rushes forth going for a huge clothesline, looking to knock her down, but Trouble’s head has cleared enough and she ducks underneath it. Both wrestlers rebound off the ropes and Trouble manages to land a dropkick to the chest of Stormm, knocking him to the mat! The crowd is anxious, and they are audibly counting down with the timer.

“45!”

Trouble starts to climb the turnbuckle, but then looking up at the time left, she shakes her head. All she had to do was not get pinned or submitted in for just over forty seconds and she would retain her title, so high risk wasn’t worth it. However, this couple second delay gives Stormm enough time to rise, and as she turns back to face him, he kicks her hard in the gut and sends her hurtling to the mat with a DDT! He quickly goes for the pin, both hands on Trouble’s shoulders as if he were trying to force her to become one with the mat. 1…2…kickout!

“30!”


Stormm doesn’t waste any time getting angry, and he pulls Arica Lewitt to a vertical base. Quickly he unleashes a vicious torrent of solid lefts and rights, attempting to beat his way into a win. He closes the gap and attempts a belly to belly suplex, but Trouble whips her head forward violently three times in succession. The third headbutt catches Stormm right on the nose, causing him to lose his grip and stumble backwards, but Trouble can’t capitalize as her head is ringing from the attack.

“15!”

Stormm shakes his head to clear his vision and fights through the pain in his nose. In desperation he throws himself into Arica, catching her with a powerful spear and he goes for a pin again. 1…2..kickout! Stormm refuses to give up and makes another cover. 1…2…kickout! With only a few seconds left, he unleashes one last surprise right hand to the face of Trouble and goes for a pin. 1…2…kickout!

DING DING DING!

Winner: Time Limit Draw

The timer has reached zero and the bell has rung, but the two wrestlers seem not to have heard it as they continue their struggle. The two rise and trade blows, so caught up in the moment. Melina Cruz tries to separate them, explaining the match is over, but Trouble pushes her out of the way gently but firmly. However as she does this, Stormm catches Trouble with a hard elbow, knocking her back. She retaliates with the last of her energy, sending him down to the mat with a superkick.

Quickly she grabs her belt and makes for the ramp, stopping only to let Melina Cruz who has followed her up the ramp, raise her hand, and then she disappears into the back. Stormm has risen in the middle of the ring and he looks angry, staring at the back with a fire in his eyes. It could be towards Trouble, but more than likely it is towards Skylar Marshall. Either way the crowd is left wondering what is in store for Stormm as his Golden Gauntlet continues as we go to ...

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Rick Majors is walking backstage when he's interrupted by Shane Dodge.

Dodge: "Rick Majors, can I speak to you for a moment about....?"

Before Dodge can finish the question, Rick Majors cuts him off abruptly.

Majors: "Sorry, I've got an important meeting to get to."

Majors continues to walk down the hallway and out of sight while Dodge is left standing confused.

Dodge: "A meeting? What meeting....?"

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Match Three
Singles Match
Nathan Saniti vs. Kelli 'Dollface' Starr
Referee: Roberto Garcia

‘Circus Envy’ by R.E.M. begins as Saniti strolls out from the back. He pays no attention whatsoever to the jeers of the audience. Standing atop the ramp, cane planted firmly in front of him, purple smoke envelopes Saniti completely. Just as the smoke enshrines him, a line of pyro blasts a path straight down to the bottom of the ramp. Once the smoke clears from the final boom, Saniti has appeared! He then casually strolls up to the steps and into the ring, his unsettling and unhinged smile decorating his face.

As the rapid harpsichord music of Emilie Autumn ‘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 match to start.

DING DING DING!

Here we go! There’s a pop from the crowd as the bell tolls. Saniti and Starr gaze across the ring from each other before they make their way to center ring where a lock up is attempted, yet suddenly there’s loud boos echoing throughout the PCW arena as Saniti thumbs Starr in the right eye which allows him to open up with right hands on Dollface. Backing her up into a neutral corner, he chokes away at Starr drawing a count from the referee.

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FIV..

Saniti releases the choke on Starr before delivering a forearm smash to the jaw and shooting Starr across the ring into the opposite buckles. Saniti charges in after Starr where Kelli throws her right boot up connecting to the jaw which sends Saniti staggering back towards the center of the ring to a pop from the crowd! Starr explodes from the corner with a Heart Kick which brings the crowd to their feet! Starr looks to capitalize with a cover where she hooks the near leg!

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Saniti throws a shoulder up off the mat to a gasp from the PCW crowd. Starr reaches her feet where she reaches down, picking Saniti up off the mat before taking Saniti back into the ropes launching him across the ring with an Irish Whip. Saniti bounces off the far side and into a drop toe hold by Starr who quickly transitions into an Oklahoma Roll!

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Saniti escapes the near fall to a gasp from the crowd. Starr reaches a vertical base where he reaches down to pick Saniti up off the mat only to have Nathan counter with a Jaw Breaker! Saniti reaches his feet where he follows up with a thrust to the throat … drawing boos from the crowd as he follows up with a boot to the midsection that doubles Kelli over! Saniti hoists Starr in the air before driving her into the mat with a Sit Out Powerbomb! Nathan quickly makes a cover hooking the near leg of Starr!

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Starr throws a shoulder up off the mat to a thunderous ovation from the PCW faithful! Saniti doesn’t waste any time in hurrying himself back to a vertical base where he begins stomping away at Starr. The crowd breaks into boos with each and every kick. Finally, Nathan picks Starr up off the mat where he takes her back into the ropes. Saniti fires Starr across the ring where she bounces off the near side.

Saniti ducks his head thinking back body drop only to find Starr leap frogging over him and bouncing off the near side. Saniti drops down to his chest where Starr jumps over him once again bouncing off the near side. Springing to his feet where he leap frogs over Starr, she bounces off the far side and Saniti spins around where he looks for a Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker Instead, it’s countered into an Arm Drag take over by Starr! Both Saniti and Starr reach a vertical base where Saniti swings wildly at Starr who ducks and counters with a Reverse STO! The crowd’s on fire as Starr rolls Saniti over and executes the cover hooking the closest leg

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Saniti throws a shoulder up off the mat at the last possible second to a massive gasp from the crowd! The gasp transitions into a ovation as Starr rolls out to the ring apron under the bottom rope. She works her way to her feet before walking towards the nearest set of buckles. As Kelli starts to climb the buckles, the crowd gets louder and louder! In the ring, Saniti is shown pushing himself up off the mat and back to a vertical base! Starr stands up top before setting sail with a Sugar High! The crowd gasps as Saniti counters the Sugar High with an inverted Atomic Drop! Saniti quickly bounces off the ropes where he delivers a Leg Lariot across the throat that drives Starr into the canvass! Nathan feels the victory as he executes the cover hooking the near leg!

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The roof nearly explodes as Starr shoots her shoulder up off the mat at the last possible second before the fatal and final three count! Saniti cuts his eyes towards the referee before pounding the mat out of frustration as he shown two fingers. Nathan works his way back to his feet before reaching down attempting to pick Starr up, yet Starr counters with an Inside Cradle!

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Saniti escapes the near fall to another gasp from the crowd! Saniti beats Starr to her feet where he levels her with a hard right hand to the jaw as she reaches her feet which sends her back into the ropes. Saniti comes forward where he shoots her across the ring with another Irish Whip, Starr bounces off the ropes ducking a clothesline, Saniti spins around where he walks into a Reverse Russian Leg Sweep! Starr and Saniti lay on the mat for several seconds before its Starr who manages to crawl into a cover hooking the nearest leg!

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Saniti throws a shoulder up to a huge gasp from the crowd! Starr begins working her way back to her feet where she reaches down picking Saniti up before hurling him into a neutral corner. Starr makes her way over before stepping up on the middle turnbuckle where she begins hammering down with right hands which the crowd counts along with! She reaches ten before back flipping off the middle rope where she lands on her feet before charging forward looking for a Spear! Saniti side steps Starr sending her crashing right shoulder first off the ring post! Saniti rolls Starr up with a School Boy while placing his feet on the middle rope!!

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Starr kicks out and Saniti reaches his feet before picking Kelli up off the mat. He nails her with a forearm smash to the jaw which sends Starr back against the ropes. Saniti charges forward sending Starr over the top rope and out to the floor with a clothesline! Starr bounces off the ring apron before crashing to the floor! The crowd comes alive as Saniti begins scaling the turnbuckles from inside the ring! He’s poised up on the top rope where he measures Starr who begins pulling herself to her feet! Saniti leaps off the top rope where he connects with a Flying Cross Body Block which sends both participants crumbling back to the floor!

The crowd begins to pick up a chant of “THIS IS AWESOME, THIS IS AWESOME, THIS IS AWESOME” as it filters through the PCW Arena. Nathan Saniti is shown picking himself up off the floor where he reaches down ... picking Kelli up before throwing her back into the ring. Saniti turns around towards the crowd where an older male fan taunts Saniti. Nathan jaws with this older fan before turning his attention back towards the ring. Nathan slides back into the ring where he makes the cover on Starr.

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Starr throws a shoulder up off the mat! Frustration begins to set in with Saniti as he reaches his feet where he snatches Kelli up by the hair. Saniti scoops her up before slamming her to the mat. The crowd roars with boos as Saniti looks to deliver the March Hare Hop! He bunny hop in a semi circle around a fallen opponents, then execute a standing moonsault splash only to have Starr pull her knee’s up at the last second sending Saniti crashing stomach first across them! There’s a loud “KELLI, KELLI, KELLI” chant that echo’s throughout the PCW Arena as we see Starr start pulling herself back to her feet!

The crowd gets louder and louder as Starr once again steps out to the ring apron before making her way back to neutral corner! Starr begins to climb to the top rope where she measures Saniti! Nathan begins to stir! He starts working his way back to his feet where he eats a Cherry on Top by Starr! The crowd roars louder and louder as a “PCW, PCW, PCW” chant fills the hallowed halls of the PCW Arena! Starr manages to crawl into the cover hooking the nearest leg!

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My God! Saniti kicks out! Nathan Saniti kicks out! An even louder “PCW, PCW, PCW” chant fills the arena as both participants are seemingly spent. They each lay on the mat forcing the referee to lay the count to both of them!

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Starr begins to stir as does Nathan. Nathan rolls to his chest and begins to crawl towards his corner where his hat sits.

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Starr reaches her feet while Nathan has reached his hat where he pulls a pin from the top hat! The ringside fans try and warn Kelli as she makes her way over to Saniti where he shields his body from the referee! Kelli reaches down looking to pick him up off the mat only to have Saniti jab the magical pin into the arm of Starr! He pricks her before tossing the pin back towards the hat, unseen by the referee due to the positioning! Starr staggers backwards before swinging wildly at things that aren’t even there!

Nathan’s eyes meet the older fan in the front row who leads a chant towards the referee revolving around the pin prick! Saniti rolls out to the floor where he smacks the fan in the face with an open handed slap before bringing the fan over the barricade and into ringside! Nathan looks to whip the fan into the ring post! The fan reverses and it’s Saniti who bounces off the post where he staggers backwards into a GIANT Pounce! The PCW Arena is on fire as the fan stands over Saniti where he removes the shades and pulls off a mask to reveal….






















Q!

My God! It’s Q! It’s Q! The crowd responds with an overwhelming ovation! Security is already towards the ring before the situation becomes any more volatile than it already is. Q, spotting the rushing mob of security heading his way …

… decides that retreat is the best of his options and high-tails it back over the barricade.

The mask hanging halfway off of his face, he is a blur of drab brown and snow white as he pushes through the throng of PCW fans, many of whom are trying to pat him on the back or high five him.

He manages to get a high five or two on the way up to the nose-bleed seats.

As he disappears from sight, the referee in the ring has lost COMPLETE control of the match! He looks at the downed Kelli and now the downed Nathan and calls for the bell! As the crowd looks on in wonder as to the final decision of the match, it’s an upswell of jeers and boos as ...

Winner: Nathan Saniti via DQ

... the crowd is at a fever-pitch in response to the decision. Kelli is arguing with the ref about it, words such as ‘Not ME!’ and ‘Hatpin!’ can be made out, but little more. The two are still arguing in the ring as we go to a brief advertisement for:

The theme song for Deadly Intention IV!

Match Four
Tag Team Match
The New Breed Foundation vs. The Southern Renegades
Referee: Steve Shaw

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.

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 to the fans before they hop down into the ring again as the music dies out and the lights come back on.

Above the stage, the PCW-Tron displays a Confederate flag waving as the phrases "TRUE GRIT", "BACKWOOD LEGIT" and "REBEL PRIDE" flash in the foreground. The guitar riffs rip from the speakers as Moccasin Creek's "Southern Renegade" brings the red-hot crowd to their feet expectantly awaiting the debut of the newest Tag Team in the PCW.

After several moments of their music playing, and no appearance by the Southern Renegades, the announcer announces their names again before the lights flash to black and the speakers fall silent.

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ …

Don’t open your eyes, you won’t like what you see …

The crowd has taken the place of the electronic buzzing with their murmurs and whispers …. cheers and boos. A very diverse reaction for three very polarizing figures. The flashes of cameras and lighters fill the arena, but nothing bright enough to illuminate the ring. That is, until … the lights themselves turn back on.

And there in the ring they stand.

Eira in one corner and {BLACKED OUT} in another. {BLACKED OUT} has a chain wrapped around his fist and Eira with a kendo stick. She blasts Johnathan Cable with the stick and {BLACKED OUT} takes the chain to Sebastian St. Paul, sending him tumbling to the floor outside.

Eira laying into Cable with the kendo stick, he’s valiantly fighting his way to his feet. He will not be denied, he will not DIE!

As he reaches his feet, Eira disposes of the kendo stick and slips behind a staggering Cable. Her hands locked under his chin, Eira falls back and delivers a reverse lungblower to Johnathan Cable. And to add villainy to their brazen attack …

{BLACKED OUT} delivers a cringe-worthy Heart Punch to the stretched Johnathan Cable …

… WITH the steel chain still wrapped around his already dangerous fist.

The crowd gasps as Cable rolls off to the side onto the mat. The force of the double strikes absolutely breath-taking, Cable sputters and coughs … attempting to catch his breath. There, the true measure of damage is revealed as blood begins to bubble from within and pour out from the mouth of Johnathan Cable.

But from the lowest of points, a mighty cheer arises as …

… TRISTAN SLATER begins the long run to the ring, having been through a brutal confrontation with Eira earlier in the evening. As he makes it to ringside, the two are ready and beckon him to enter. Not knowing what to expect … could MONROE be around the corner? … Slater dives in at the same time as Sebastian St. Paul slides in with a steel chair!

The lone standing New Breed swinging at Eira, {BLACKED OUT} takes the shot in her place … metal on metal reverberating throughout the arena. {BLACKED OUT} shoving Eira to the outside, he follows suit as Slater makes it to the center of the ring to assist Sebastian St. Paul. Or to get his revenge for earlier in the evening.

Whatever the case may be, the damage is done as these two Untouchables vanish into the crowd after a few moments. EMT’s cascade from the back and to the ring. Moving quickly to the fallen Beast, a few move to St. Paul as well … both men being checked on as we head to a quick commercial break.

[Murdoc]

Match Five
Non-Title Tag Team Match
The Flying Freebooters vs. Michael 'Mr. Showtime' Wryght and Non Compos Mentis
Referee: Manny Cruz

Michael Wryght is already in the ring, waiting for all the other wrestler’s to enter when…

“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. Reveling 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 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, Tide spots a particularly vocal fan and gets right in his face, only the barrier between them.

Both men climb up the stairs, and climb to the turnbuckles horizontally across from each other. The Flying Freebooters point at their opponents, making the classic throat slitting motion before performing backflips off the turnbuckles.

Referee Manny Cruz who has drawn the short stick in having to officiate this match, checks each of the competitors. When he gets to High Tide he proceeds to pat him down from head to toe, but takes a second go over Tide’s boot. He tells the pirate to take off his boot and shake it upside down, which Tide does, and a pair of brass knuckles falls out.

The referee immediately picks them up and begins to lecture High Tide, who claims the only reason he brought them to the fight was because of Non Compos Mentis’ tendency to bring a hobo horde. His protests fall on deaf ears as Manny Cruz takes the weapon out of the ring placing it on the announcer’s table. As he climbs back into the ring, he gives Tide who has taken his place in the ring a final warning, and then, seeing that Mr. Showtime is ready for his team, he motions for the bell to start the match.

DING DING DING!

Both men are not newcomers to the ring and so they both move quickly, wanting to be the first to strike. They end up locking up in the middle of the ring, both men seeking to take an advantage. Neither man is willing to let up though, and the fans grow restless. Mr. Showtime takes an opportunity and pushes Tide off of him and delivers a hard chop to the chest of the pirate, the crowd exclaiming their customary “Whoos!” Mr. Showtime doesn’t let up, continuing with a barrage of chops.

“Whoo!”

“Whoo!”

“WHOO!”

The crowd is going wild as Mr. Showtime gets on a roll. With a final chop, he Irish whips Tide into the ropes. As Tide rebounds, Mr. Showtime hits a perfectly timed spinning European uppercut, sending the pirate sprawling to the mat. Michael Wryght quickly goes to his corner, tagging in Non Compos Mentis, The Herald of Hobos.

The savage wrestler picks up where Mr. Showtime left off, scooping the rising High Tide up, and planting him on the mat with a hard scoop slam. Non Compos Mentis drops a knee right on the sternum of High Tide, and the pirate convulses for a moment. NCM goes to make a cover, but Tide powers out of it at two.

NCM quickly pulls the downed Freebooter to a vertical base but Tide spits in his face. The Herald of Hobos stumbles back for a second, more shocked than blinded by the spittle but Tide makes the most of the opportunity. Completely ignoring the warning from the referee he drives a knee into a gut of NCM, causing the bigger man to bend over at the waist. High Tide hooks an arm around his neck and sends Mentis face first into the mat with a DDT.

Knowing he has been in the ring for too long, Tide doesn’t go for a pin. Instead he opts to tag in his partner Wasp. However Tide doesn’t leave the ring right away. He instead forces NCM to a vertical base, holding the bigger man’s arms behind his back. Wasp climbs a turnbuckle and throws himself towards his opponent.

However NCM has managed to wriggle free and pushes High Tide off of him. He turns to see the Wasp flying through the air and manages to catch him! He uses the Freebooter’s own momentum, sending Wasp down hard with a powerslam! Mentis goes for a pin. 1…2.. and Tide breaks it up with a desperate elbow drop.

Tide looks to help his partner out of the situation but Manny Cruz is shepherding him into the corner. Mentis goes back to his corner and tags in Mr. Showtime who quickly goes over to the fallen Wasp. Instead of bringing him to a vertical base, Wryght drops to the mat and locks in a leg lock! He has it locked in tight and Wasp’s attempts to struggle only do more harm than help.

While Tide watches helplessly from his corner, in turn being watched by the referee, Wasp manages to get to a vertical base on one leg, while Mr. Showtime still has a hold of the other. Wasp jumps and swings his leg, connecting a spinning kick right to the side of Michael Wryght’s head! He quickly drops down on top of Mr. Showtime and goes for the pin. 1…2… and Non Compos Mentis is in the ring to break up the pin, literally pulling Wasp right off of his partner and depositing him in the corner unceremoniously.

High Tide enters the ring angry, and is rewarded with a clothesline that sends him down to the mat with a hard thud for his efforts. With the garbage taken out, so to speak, NCM returns to his own corner dragging the fallen Mr. Showtime with him. As he gets back on the apron, he goes through the formalities of making a legal tag before he climbs back into the ring to deal with Wasp.

Manny Cruz who checks first High Tide who is down on the mat, and then Mr. Showtime, happens to stand up right behind NCM. Wasp almost surprises his opponent as he delivers the Great White North, only to have the Hobo King duck at the last second! Manny Cruz is the recipient of a stray super kick, and crumples in a heap on the ground.

Wasp sees that he has knocked down the referee and actually goes down to see if the referee is okay. When Manny Cruz doesn’t respond, Wasp drags him to the corner, probably as safe a place as he can be, before standing. Tide has already made his way into the ring, knowing that although it was not intentional, it was time to make the best of circumstances.

However veteran Non Compos Mentis has noticed and the only reason he hadn’t attacked was because he had raised his arm, and then pointed at the Freebooters, as if it were some sort of signal. Somehow from backstage, six hobos appear and begin running down the ramp. Not a full horde, but a lot of angry homeless people, nonetheless.

Tide, the quicker thinker of the two quickly hops right out of the ring and dashes for the announcers’ table, quickly procuring the weapon from earlier. Non Compos Mentis sees this and heads for Tide, but Wasp is there to stop him, sending the Hobo King into the mat head first with a bulldog.

Michael Wryght, PCW’s beloved, was quick to hop off the apron. He quickly makes his way to the announcer’s table, and passes by Tide but in the pirate’s efforts to deal with the oncoming hobos, he doesn’t even notice. Mr. Showtime takes refuge behind the announcer’s desk, not out of cowardice, but because there is nothing to be gained from throwing himself into the mix. He stays alert though, a watchful eye on the referee.

Tide quickly throws himself into the midst of the homeless men without fear, throwing one and then two heavy, brass knuckle enhanced punch, knocking two hobos down. However the numbers are severely against him, and the hobos surround him. They begin to deliver heavy blows, not really aiming anywhere in particular, but a lot end up striking Tide, who is attempting to cover up, on the neck and head as well as the body.

Wasp sees Non Compos Mentis rising and quickly bounces himself off the ropes. Mentis comes in for a head removing clothesline, but Wasp goes low as was his plan all along, catching Mentis with a spear. Stinger!

Wasp is up quickly, and sees that Tide is being beaten by the hobos, who have managed to knock him to the floor. Wasp quickly runs up the turnbuckle and throws himself off suicidally, his body a flying projectile that sends all the hobos crashing to the floor as well as himself.

Wryght is the only man left standing now, and he quickly puts himself back in to the mix. He drags Wasp back to the ring and deposits him into it, seeing that Mentis is showing signs of rising. Referee Manny Cruz is also showing signs of life and is proceeding to pull himself up using the ropes for support. If he sees the carnage around him, he doesn’t give any indication of it, doing all he can to stay upright.

Mentis does rise first, and slowly but surely makes his way over to Wasp. Tide is stirring now too, and so are the hobos. Mentis stands over the prone wasp, and as he bends to pull the Freebooter to his feet, Wasp springs up, catching Mentis between the legs not with a blow but with an attempt to push the man over. Caught off-guard at the old possum trick, Mentis is rolled up schoolboy style. Manny Cruz leaps off the ropes with a burst of reserve energy and makes the count! 1…2…3!

Ding ding ding!

Winner: The Flying Freebooters

Just as things had seemed to calm down, things go crazy. Everyone is on their feet. Mr. Showtime who was a second away from breaking up the pin, is now faced by an angry pair of Flying Freebooters, Tide having collected his weapon from the floor. What better a way for them to put forth their message then attack the person of power in the crumbled remains of Marshall’s Law? Mr. Showtime sees this and quickly heads for the barrier keeping the crowd out and quickly makes his way through it. The Freebooters give chase, but they can’t seem to maneuver through the crowd nearly as quickly and as they disappear out of sight, it appears Mr. Showtime might get away.

This leaves only a fully angered Non Compos Mentis in the ring, and an even angrier group of hobos, who have joined him inside the ring. Even the referee has disappeared into the back, wanting no part of Mentis and his hobo horde. However apparently there is someone who does, and the crowd goes wild as Rick Majors appears on the top of the ramp, smirking the whole while. The crowd doesn’t know why he is out there, but they are excited nonetheless.

Majors starts to make his way to the ring, where the Hobo King and his subjects stand angry and more than ready to fight. However just as he makes it to the ring, he is suddenly pulled back. Majors isn’t the only one brought out by the sight of hobos.

The PCW security come racing in and they fight to restrain Rick Majors who wants to get into the ring badly. Sensing a chance to escape, Non Compos Mentis gives a final evil stare in the general direction of Majors and the PCW security and gives his hobo’s orders to leave. They quickly scatter, some going through the crowd, others running past the distracted security and out the back. Mentis too quickly makes his way backstage as the security finally manages to restrain Majors as we head to ...

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Match Six

Singles Match

Ace Anderson vs. Gabriel 'The Archangel' Cross

Referee: Nolan Burke

We return from a commercial break with Gabriel Cross already in the ring, discussing something with referee Nolan Burke and awaiting the arrival of Ace Anderson. The Faithful are buzzing as they await their (somewhat controversial) International Champion.

"Pain Redefined" begins, sounding out and competing with the crowd as stage lights flicker with the first echoing notes. The cheers are enormous as 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, still without the International Championship.

He takes a few seconds to survey the sound and the scene, staring at Gabriel Cross from the top of the ramp. 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.

After Nolan Burke makes the mandatory foreign-objects check, he calls for the bell and the match is underway.

DING DING DING!

The two competitors circle as Ace tries to close and Cross tries to keep space. Ace's experience pays dividends as he manages to back Cross into a corner, leaving him with no choice but to fight his way out. Ace lunges for a grapple and Cross ducks it, shuffling his feet and maneuvering to the big man's back. He fires a tentative kick to Ace's thigh before stepping back for a regroup. Ace wheels, annoyed, and continues his press. Backing toward the center of the ring now, Cross tries to keep Ace at bay with more thigh kicks, and at first it's working. Each time Ace advances, Cross uses a kick to slow him down and reposition.

Until the trick gets old and Ace catches Cross by his right leg, pulling him in close as Cross protests with outstretched arms. Ace shows no mercy, however, hauling Cross over with a dragon screw and dropping him to the mat. He maintains his grip on Cross's right leg, using the leverage to lift him high into the air and slam him down onto his back. This forces the air from Cross's lungs and he's left at the whims of the oversized tactician.

Still Ace keeps his hold on Cross's leg, extending it upward and driving the point of his boot into the exposed quadricep. After a pair of hard kicks Ace transitions into a stepover toe-hold, applying torque and stretching Cross's leg well beyond a healthy point. Cross cries out in apparent pain and tries to force the big man off. Unfortunately he has no leverage of his own and Ace continues to hyper-extend his right leg at the knee. Satisfied with his progress, Ace loosens the hold only to flip Cross over from back to belly.

He hoists the Archangel high into the air only to drive him into the mat, knee first. Relentless, he makes a vicious attack on the back of Cross's knee with a few knee drops of his own. Planting his own boot firm into the pit of Cross's right knee, Ace seizes Cross by the boot and pulls, applying more force to the joint as Cross continues to scream in pain. Ace Anderson is dismantling the former North American Champion with an impressive display of ring psychology, completely taking Cross's dangerous leg out of the equation.

Shifting his perspective, Ace hauls Cross up by his hair, allowing him to support himself on his as yet undamaged left leg. Quicker than expected from the big man, Ace moves around behind Cross and chop blocks his left leg out from under him, dropping him to the mat once more. With Cross down, Ace is quick to his feet and returns to his strategy, splitting Cross's legs with a hard wishbone. Immediately he's down, pushing his knee into Cross's left thigh and torquing the leg against the grain. Cross reaches up toward Ace's face, looking to rake his eyes or fishhook him, something, anything, but Ace bats his hand away and grapevines the left leg which puts his face well out of Cross's reach. Cross tries to roll to escape but the big man rolls with him and they're back to square one.

Ace Anderson is completely undamaged and Cross's basement has taken some heavy hits. The International Champion smells blood. He releases his hold, helps Cross to his feet, traps his arms and hits him with three brutal headbutts! He whips Cross toward a corner but Cross stumbles and falls to his knees, unable to run. Ace helps him the rest of the way, backing him into the corner and planting a hard open palmed slap across his chest. He drops down a level, driving his shoulder into Cross's midsection.

Again Ace tries to whip Cross to the other corner, and somehow Cross stays on his feet all the way to the turnbuckle. Too bad for him as Ace Anderson is right behind him, flying through the air and connecting with an avalanche splash! Cross stumbles out of the corner and Ace hooks him in his signature modified bearhug, capturing Cross's right leg and squeezing it against Cross's chest. Nolan Burke is asking Cross if he wants to give up, but Cross refuses. Acknowledging that Cross has yet to reach his breaking point, Ace spins in place and drops the Archangel with a capture powerslam, completing the Tilt!

Though they're in the middle of the ring, Ace doesn't make a pinfall attempt. Instead he moves to Cross's damaged legs and locks in the Rapture, his trademark Boston Crab! Cross is only semi-conscious but impressively refuses to tap out. They're in the center of the ring and Ace Anderson only locks the hold deeper, the pressure on Cross's knees building as the big man increases his leverage. Still Cross refuses to tap until...

POP!

Something goes wrong! Cross's right leg gives under the pressure and his kneecap comes out of place! Cross screams in pain and taps the mat frantically. Nolan Burke calls for the bell and immediately Ace Anderson releases the hold.

DING DING DING!

Winner: Ace Anderson via Submission

"Pain Redefined" plays once more as Ace Anderson stands over the downed Gabriel Cross. Cross is clutching at his knee as Nolan Burke gingerly rolls him toward the apron where EMTs are quickly approaching with a stretcher. Ace turns away from Cross, asking for a microphone instead. He receives one and they cut his music.

Ace Anderson: MONROE!

The Faithful erupt as Ace Anderson screams into the microphone, calling out the man who holds his International Championship.

Ace Anderson: I know you're here, somewhere. I want you to come to the ring; you have something that's rightfully mine.

He drops his arms to his side and looks around the arena, waiting rather impatiently. Eventually there's movement through the crowd and Monroe is approaching the ring with Ace's International Championship in hand. Ace backs up to the far ropes, giving Monroe enough room to approach the ring without feeling threatened.

Ace Anderson: I don't want a fight. Not today, anyway. Right now I just wanna talk.

Monroe hops the barricade and slides into the ring, keeping his distance and watching Ace Anderson closely to gauge his intention. He lays the International Championship on the mat between them and crosses his arms in front of his chest.

Ace Anderson: Should I be looking over my shoulder?

He does so, dramatically, though he doesn't actually expect to find Eira or {BLACKED OUT} behind him.

Ace Anderson: No; I know you're better than that. In fact, I'm surprised. I don't put the Untouchables' tactics beyond {BLEEP!}. ... Am I even allowed to say that name? Actually, I don't care. Guerilla tactics have always been his bread and butter, but you ... You, Monroe, are a different sort of beast.

Ace pauses and Monroe recrosses his arms, willing to let Ace say his piece but rolling his hand as if to say 'get on with it.'

Ace Anderson: Recently I've revisited your matches from a year ago. You're a ruthless tactician and a damn fine submissionist. I figured you, of all people, would appreciate my dismantling of Gabriel Cross tonight. I came here tonight to send a message, to you and you alone.

The Faithful erupt once more, not calming until Ace motions for them to dial it down.

Ace Anderson: I respect what you, Eira, and {BLEEP!} are doing, Monroe. I really do. It's no secret that I agree the Champions in Pure Class Wrestling haven't exactly represented its namesake as of late. I myself have defeated Michael Wryght and Justin Kaard; their personal and petty rivalry almost makes me sick. And though I haven't defeated Whitey Ford, not really, I believe you'd agree that I've done nothing but try to represent Pure Class since returning. Take away the cheap tactics and I'm the only one here who has come close to defeating Whitey Ford for that Championship. Hell, he all but admitted it himself. So I'm going to ask you to return it to me, where it ought to be, so I can defend it honorably.

Ace doesn't step forward to take it, no; instead he stands his ground.

Ace Anderson: But when I think about defending it, Monroe, there's one person that comes to mind. You've been holding it, and though I can't guess at why, I'd say you're worthy of doing so if you yourself can earn it. That might not be why you're here, maybe you don't want to be a Champion. Or at least you won't admit it. But if I know you at all, I know that you'd like nothing more than to hold that title for yourself. So I have a proposition for you...

Again the Faithful can't hold their elation, as it's obvious what comes next.

Ace Anderson: I'm going to talk to The Icemann personally. While by all rights {BLEEP!} has no legal grounds to be in this building, you're different. You left of your own accord, and you've returned on your own terms as well. I want him to sanction a match between you and I; I want to defend the International Title against you at Deadly Intentions. I may not be Whitey Ford, but apparently I'm the next best thing. What do you say?

Monroe begins to nod and the Faithful go nuts, the level in the arena rising to a point befitting the announcement of a potential barn-burner.

Ace Anderson: One more thing, Monroe, before you go. If Luis is willing to sanction this match, Ace Anderson versus Monroe, I want to add a stipulation. I want it to be...

Ace pauses, letting the thought stew for a moment.

Ace Anderson: A SUBMISSION MATCH!

Ace drops the microphone and extends his arms outward, signing 'whaddya say?' Monroe only nods and drops to the mat, rolling from the ring and re-integrating with the sea of fans.

The International Championship is still in the ring.

Ace Anderson picks it up, dusts it off, and raises it high! The Faithful boil over with whistles and screams, and we cut to another commercial break!

[Murdoc]

Match Seven
Singles Match
Andy D vs. Rick Majors
Referee: Tyrone Little

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.

The lights go out. Suddenly the sound of guitars pierce through the silence. A spotlight shines on the entrance. The crowd starts to murmur. As the guitars get louder, Rick Majors appears in the entrance way, the spotlight directly on him and no one else. Majors pauses in the entrance way for a moment.

Majors looks down briefly. He then shakes his head, breathes deeply and stares out at the crowd.

["You drink the wise blood
You're gonna hear about it
You'll be taken down brick by brick by brick
Burn the orphanage
You're gonna pay for it
They will purify block by block by block"]

Majors stands at the top of the ramp, looking out around the arena.

["'Demons
Come on
You've got a vision
You're on a mission
Demons
Live on
And when I die, hang me high"]

Majors then slowly walks down to the ring, as the spotlight follows him.

Majors climbs the ring steps and pauses. He turns towards the crowd, standing on the ring apron.

["They're gonna bury you
They're gonna finish
They're gonna stand em up six by six by six
You pull the hood back
I wanna know
Which way will the heavenly go?

Taken down, taken down, taken down"]

He enters the ring, still only lit by the spotlight. He then stands in the center of the ring, looking out towards the crowd. He slowly starts to circle the ring, stretching and loosening up his body.



["Demons
Live on
And when I die, hang me high

And you will answer to no one else but me"]

The lights in the arena then come back on as Majors circles the ring, awaiting the start of the match.

After a word for each man from Tyrone Little, he calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!

The crowd's hot for the match and the two competitors ride that added intensity, circling and looking for an opening. They opt to start with a collar-elbow tie-up, and Majors uses his slight size advantage to work Andy back to the ropes where Tyrone Little calls for a clean break. They separate and come right back to the tie-up, and again Majors works Andy back to the ropes for another break. Recognizing that strategy is getting him nowhere fast, Andy D tries to adjust. He offers one more tie-up, but as Majors extends he ducks underneath, sweeping Majors' legs and sprawling him for a quick pin that doesn't even garner a one count. Majors powers out instead, and as Andy hops back to his feet, Majors makes a sweep of his own and responds with a quick pin on Andy D.

Andy also makes it out before one, and the two pop to their feet. Majors aims a kick and Andy ducks it, aiming a kick of his own. Majors takes a step back and Andy's heel narrowly misses. Rick Majors uses this opening to shuffle kick Andy in the gut and connects, doubling the D at the midsection. He pounces, seizing Andy's arm and stepping through for an arm wrench, applying a downward force that puts heavy pressure on Andy's shoulder. Andy fights it off by rolling through and kipping up as he reaches his back. He uses this momentum to haul Majors over in an arm drag. Majors himself rolls through and the two are on their feet, standing at the ready. The crowd applauds and cheers and they're back to start.

Andy continues to eat up that energy as he leaps and launches a dropkick at Rick Majors. Majors sidesteps it, however, and Andy is forced to float through, landing on one knee. Cold and calculating, Majors charges forward and drives his knee into Andy's face, enciting a big 'oooo' from the Faithful. The sudden impact leaves Andy stunned, which gives Majors room to haul him up and maneuvering into a waistlock. German suplex from Majors and he bridges for a pin!

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A kickout by Andy and Majors makes a tactical retreat. He gives Andy room to stand on his own, measuring the distance and hoping to step in with a well-timed strike. He picks his spot and sends a roundhouse kick at Andy's cranium. Andy rolls beneath it, turning to meet Majors with a pinning Sunset Flip!

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Majors claps his knees and breaks the pin at one, but Andy shakes it off and uses the surge of adrenaline to dropkick Majors before he can stand! A quickfire from Andy D, he moves to Majors' side and hits a standing moonsault! Andy's weight and the force of gravity knock the wind from Rick Majors, and again Andy D pins!

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Majors gets his shoulder up and again the Faithful are cheering loud for two men they hold great respect for. Andy's pumped and he takes off running as Majors again climbs to his feet. A flying shoulder block takes Majors down, but Andy doesn't slow down. He's running at the opposite ropes now, and he hits a running crossbody block! Majors is down and Andy moves to the ropes, hopping over onto the apron and waiting. He springboards! Dropkick?!

No!!

Majors moves once more and Andy D hits the mat hard. Majors jumps him as he tries to get up, hooking him quickly and dropping him with a reverse DDT! Pin attempt by Rick Majors...

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Andy D kicks out! The D won't stay down as he's scrambling to his feet, disoriented but still with a lot of fight left. A roundhouse kick by Majors changes his tune, and Majors files in quickly to capitalize. He sets up a suplex... and it's a brainbuster! Andy D's skull hits the mat hard! Another pin by Majors...

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Andy gets his shoulder up just in time! Majors looks like he's in complete control now, and he's using his educated striking to keep Andy D off balance. In-close kicks, chops, and aimed elbows keep Andy stunned enough for Majors to lock in a double underhook! Could it be a Major Impact?!

No!!

A last ditch effort allows Andy D to wheel around, spinning and squirming away from the double underhook. A quick gut kick from Andy... STO?!?!

Yes!!

Andy connects with a trademark leaping STO and Majors eats major mat. The crowd goes wild and Andy rides the wave, again leaping out onto the apron. Majors takes his time coming around, aware that the lack of a pinning attempt will let him catch his breath. As soon as he's up, though, Andy's springboarding... Majors expects another dropkick attempt but Andy catches extra air, flying past and hitting him with a Blockbuster! D pins!

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Majors barely kicks out! Thinking he had it for sure, Andy backs off and lets Majors gather himself slightly. Or rather, just enough to set up the Roaring D! Majors is up to a knee and Andy's charging full speed for the shining wizard. He leaps and connects!

Wait, no!!

Majors somehow has it scouted, laying back flat at the last second and sending Andy D flying overtop! Majors jumps atop an adrenaline surge of his own; he's up, he's got Andy D in a grapple... he's whirling him around, keeping him off balance... Tainted Excellence!! Huge move by Majors and he's pinning Andy D!

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And this time it's Andy D who gets his shoulder up at the last possible moment! And the crowd can't believe it! Everyone in the building is standing, jumping, screaming, shouting, cheering on Andy D even though Majors is looking to finish him off. Majors is winded but clearly in the driver's seat as he works Andy D to his feet, maybe even using Andy D to help himself up. Double underhook again and it's time for the Major Impact!! The crowd is booing and Majors is confused...

Until he's attacked from behind by Non Compos Mentis!! Immediately Tyrone Little calls for the bell and the match is tossed!

Winner: Rick Majors via DQ

Majors loses hold of Andy D and covers up for the attack from the Born Psycho, who's throwing heavy dirt at Rick Majors. Majors eats a couple shots before firing a few of his own from his highly trained limbs, momentarily backing Mentis off. Mentis is fresh, however, and it's not enough as the Hobo King charges forward and drops Majors with a hard lariat. Thoroughly pissed, Majors pops up but another lariat takes him to the canvas once more. NCM starts laying the boots and it's looking bleak for Rick Majors.

Until Andy D flies from the side, leveling Non Compos Mentis with a springboard dropkick! The Faithful can't take it and they're practically screaming themselves hoarse! Mentis stumbles across the ring after the dropkick, letting himself rebound off the ropes and coming back with a lariat aimed at the recovering Andy D! D ducks! Enziguri! Enraged that Mentis ruined his match with Majors, Andy D is holding nothing back against the Born Psycho!

The enziguri sends Non Compos Mentis stumbling once more, and barely able to stay upright. He doesn't know which way to turn now as he senses Majors is up and Andy is still hot on his heels. He turns for Andy D, and Rick Majors hits him with the Center of Attention! The spinning heel kick collides with the back of the Born Psycho's skull and he's knocked flat on his face!

Majors and Andy D share a nod of respect and a 'next time!' regarding their match before both men bail out of the ring, leaving Non Compos Mentis alone in the ring and visibly angry as the Faithful cheer D and Majors and boo the Born Psycho in turn as we go backstage …..

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… where Kassandra Black is standing by with none other than the big cheese himself, Skylar Marshall. He looks pleased with himself, for some unknown reason. Let’s hear what he has to say ...

‘Mr. Marshall, tonight has been nothing short of an AMAZING night with several high profile situations reaching a boiling point, so to speak. What does the management have to say about everything that has been going on?’ Skylar smiles and pulls the microphone closer to his face. God forbid he would lean in to speak into someone ELSE’S mic.

‘Ms. Black, you’ve seen all that has transpired here this evening ... but I must warn you: you’ve not seen EVERYTHING. I’ve granted you this interview because I have a few things that I’d like to say. First off ... Eira. Eira’s confrontation with Tristan Slater earlier this evening has shown me that SHE is someone I want on MY roster. I want her CONTRACTED to this company, and the paperwork has already been sent to her offering a quite lucrative contract.’

The crowd in attendance gasps ... then lets out a huge cheer. ‘She is what this company needs. The fans WANT to see someone like her performing at the top of her game, in the highest plateau in the land. That being right here in Pure Class Wrestling.’ Skylar pauses and removes his glasses to rub his eyes before continuing. ‘That brings us to her ... compatriots.’

The crowd goes silent at this, eager for what he has to say. ‘Ace Anderson, earlier in the evening, issued a challenge to a certain individual and brought up a VERY good point. First off, you don’t need to speak to Luis Malave personally ... because we are all WELL aware that MONROE is still LEGALLY contracted to Pure Class Wrestling. He simply took a hiatus. That being said, the match at Deadly Intentions for the International championship .... WILL HAPPEN. AND IT WILL BE A SUBMISSION MATCH!’

The crowd ROARS in anticipation at the wrestling clinic that will be theirs to watch in so short a time.

‘That leaves us with ... the OTHER one.’

‘Certain issues have prevented me from reaching out to this individual, stemming from OTHER incidents in PCW’s past. That said ... the management of Pure Class Wrestling are working tirelessly to come to some sort of conclusion regarding his specific situation and we WILL have an announcement next week on Trauma 143.’ The crowd cheers, FINALLY we’ll have some legit answers!

Kassandra begins to speak but Marshall cuts her off abruptly. ‘Don’t interrupt me. I have one last thing that I want to make perfectly clear. The ONLY reason I am here tonight ... is to watch the Main Event. Grimm against Justin Kaard. That sounds like a pretty good main event, doesn’t it? I mean, on top of the almost flawless matches we’ve had tonight ... the air is still filled with PLENTY of electricity. The people are talking. The locker room is talking. NO ONE has left the building. None of the talent, none of the fans. They’re all here to see the main event. And I don’t blame them. THIS match ... and EVERY match this evening ... embodies Pure Class Wrestling. This is why we are the BEST in the world! You fans know it ... the talent knows it ... RIGHT HERE is the PLACE TO BE!’

‘Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a bottle of Chardonnay and a main event to watch.’

‘ .... it’s time for the Main Event!’

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When you’re dreaming, you feel alive.

At that, Ministry’s “Dream Song” stomps out of the speakers and marches through the aisles. The drums, the bells, the choir, the chanting – all work to herald the arrival of Grimm. He steps out to a single blue-white spotlight, stops to bask in the light and shadows, and scans the crowd. The Lord of Misrule closes his eyes and sighs before making the long walk to the ring, ignoring the fans along the way. The spotlight follows. A malevolent, distorted voice works its way up through the layers of the song.

This has always been. They tried to pull me in but I was already there.

Phinehas climbs up onto the apron and slides in between the ropes. Hopping up onto a turnbuckle, he casts his gaze out over the crowd with his arms at his side, eyes shifting to take in the sea of faces spread out before him. Grimm then drops down. And waits.

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 jeers 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.

Kaard moves back to the ropes and waits for Eric Russo to call for the bell.

DING DING DING!

Here we go ... it’s time for the Main Event! And SO high are the stakes.

Kaard goes to circle the ring to the left, but Grimm is not interested in playing cat an mouse with the World Champ... NO! The Hangtown Horror moves to his right, heading straight for Kaard, not hurriedly, but directly. Kaard, not expecting to have Grimm come straight at him to start the match off, backpedals, and slides half under the top rope as Russo cuts Grimm off in his advance, pushing him back away from Kaard.

As Grimm is backed to a neutral corner, Kaard takes the opportunity to slide through the ropes and hop up onto the top turnbuckle... poised and waiting... but as Eric Russo turns to see him flying through the air, Russo ducks to the side and Grimm catches the Adrenaline King in mid-air before he can land the cross body block from way across the ring!

The crowd is on their feet now as the Abomination of Desolation marches to and fro across the canvas, Kaard wriggling in vain in his iron grasp.

“Phi-Ne-As! GRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIM! Phi-Ne-As! GRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIM” the crowd chants back and forth amongst themselves for the obvious fan favorite here tonight looking to pick up the PCW World Championship but one more time.

Grimm plants his feet in the middle of the ring, and drives Kaard to the mat hard with a huge Power Slam that stuns the young Champion as Grimm hooks the leg, looking to put this one away already.

Russo in for the count...

One...

Two...

But Kaard kicks out at two.

Phineas Grimm, wasting no time here, drags Kaard to his feet by a hand full of hair, and backs him up into the ropes before lacing his chest with a three pack of echoing knife edge chops. Grimm grabs Kaard's arm, and goes for an Irish Whip, but Kaard spins around and counters with a reversal... Grimm off the ropes as Kaard ducks for a back body drop, but Grimm sees it a mile away, driving a heavy boot into the chest of Kaard with a sickening thud, and flings him back first to the mat in a heap.

Grimm drops on Kaard and hooks the leg as Russo slides in for the count...

One...

Two...

Th...

But Kaard kicks out again!

Once more, Grimm pulls Kaard to his feet, but this time, he lands a devastating headbutt that sends Kaard wobbling across the ring. Grimm follows him towards the ropes, grabs Kaard by the shoulder and the trunks and sends him flying face first through the ropes and into the steel ring post. Russo, warning Grimm about the ropes and the corner, backs him up as Kaard tumbles out of the ropes onto the canvas.

Russo, through reprimanding Grimm now, slides to the side and Grimm stalks his way across the ring as Kaard begins to stir in the corner. Grimm, taking his time, moves ever closer as Kaard pulls his way to his feet on the ropes, and then Grimm strikes!

Grimm wraps his arm around Kaard's neck from behind, and pulls him out of the corner before driving Kaard back first to the mat with a massive snap reverse DDT. Grimm floats over and hooks the leg for a pin...

One...

Two...

Th...

But Russo only makes it to two and a half before Kaard kicks out again!

Grimm, wanting to end this match quickly, pulls Kaard to his feet once more, and whips him into the ropes. As Kaard comes across the ring, Grimm dives at him with a flying lariat, but Kaard, out of desperation, rolls under him as Grimm flies through the air, rolling to his feet against the ropes. Kaard, dazed, and running on instincts now, launches off of the ropes towards Grimm, who answers Kaard's charge with a high angle back body drop, but Kaard merely sails through the air, grabbing at the top rope as he careens for the outside, and lands on the apron as the fans roar at the athleticism of their current Champion. Grimm spins, and seeing Kaard on the apron, rushes him with a huge running forearm smash, but Kaard ducks down and drives a shoulder into Grimm's midsection through the ropes. Grimm backs up a step, clutching his middle, and Kaard takes hold of the top, launching himself back in to the ring over the top, and right into the suddenly waiting arms of the Hangtown Horror!

Grimm once more, takes several steps holding the struggling Kaard sideways, before driving him back first across his knee with a tilt a whirl back breaker, and flopping him onto the mat. Grimm stands over Kaard staring at him from beneath his bushy red eyebrows as the crowd goes wild before driving home some more heavy boots, peppering him with feet of fury. Grimm, after several solid kicks and stomps to Kaard with his massive boots, steps back a step, and then drills Kaard hard in the face with a shot right from the laces!

Grimm lands a devastating elbow drop across Kaard's chest before rolling to his feet again and standing Kaard up with him. Grimm drives several solid right hands home as he hangs onto Kaard's head with a hand full of hair in his left that rock the Champ before Kaard can manage to block a shot and trade back with Grimm. The two of them, left hands locked up in each other's hair, drive right hands in over and over before Kaard stumbles mid-swing under the barrage of heavy blows, and the Hangtown Horror slams Justin Kaard in the chest with a massive boot that drives him to the mat heavily.

Near the ropes, Grimm grabs the top rope and uses it for leverage to bounce high into the air, and drive his knee down across the face and neck of Justin Kaard. Grim pushes up on the ropes to add leverage to the crushing weight of his knee as he grinds his joint into the throat of Kaard while Russo moves in to count on Grimm...

One...

Two...

Three...

Fo...

And Eric Russo gets nearly to four before Grimm stands up from Kaard's throat, breaking the count just in time. While Russo reprimands Grimm for the choke, Grimm turns away from Russo, and drops a huge leg drop across the neck of the fallen Kaard, focusing on Kaard's neck this entire match now. Grimm rolls to his feet, drives a huge boot into the face of Justin Kaard, and then launches into the ropes. Grimm comes off the ropes, and pauses for a second lining up his shot before driving a massive elbow smash right into Kaard's face. Grimm floats over for the pin as he hooks the leg...

One...

Two...

Th...

But Russo only makes it to two and half before Kaard once again manages to get that shoulder up and stay in this brutal one sided match with the Abomination of Desolation for the PCW Championship. Grimm, still resolved to winning this match by any means necessary and taking back the Title, gets to his feet and stalks Kaard as he manages to shakily get to his knees. Grimm takes Kaard by the forehead, and raises his fist up high to drive a massive right hand into the face of Kaard, but Justin throws his forearm forward and up, splitting the uprights of the Hangtown Horror as he folds over from the well timed low blow.

Kaard, running on fumes and trying to save himself and his Championship, lunges in under the bigger Phineas Grimm, and flips him over with a fireman carry take down before bridging over Grimm and going for a pin himself...

One...

Two...

But Grimm gets his foot on the ropes and Russo stops the count at two, signaling to Kaard about his foot. Kaard, hops to his feet quickly, and rifles into the ropes, coming off with a double leg drop kick as Grimm gets to his feet that sends him tumbling through the ropes to the outside. Eric Russo begins the standing ten count as Kaard lays on the mat breathing heavily.

One...

Two...

Three...

Four...

Kaard is still breathing heavy in the ring, but he leans up to one elbow, laying on the mat, seemingly content to retain his Title on a count-out victory.

Five...

Six...

But then... the hand of the Hangtown Horror reaches up and grabs onto the apron as Kaard's eyes grow wide and the fans all erupt into cheers!

Seven...

Grimm gets to his feet as Kaard hops to his...

Eight...

Kaard rifles into the far rope and...

Nine...

Justin flies over the top, resetting the count by Eric Russo, landing heavily on Grimm as they both topple to the floor after that high risk maneuver!

One...

Two...

Three...

Eric Russo calls out as both men begin to stir on the floor outside.

Four...

Five...

Six...

Grimm drills Kaard in the face with a huge right hand as they both struggle to gain their footing...

Seven...

Kaard answers with a shot of his own...

Eight...

Grimm drops him with another heavy right hand...

Nine...

And rolls under the bottom rope just long enough to stop the count before rolling back to the outside as Kaard gets to his feet.

One...

Two...

Three...

Grimm circles Kaard as he staggers to stand up, and just as Kaard turns to find him, he puts his head under Kaard's arm and lifts him high into the air with a massive belly to back suplex on the floor outside.

Four...

Five...

Six...

Grimm gets to his feet and pulls Kaard up behind him.

Seven...

Eight...

Before whipping Kaard straight into the corner post on the outside with a loud ding...

Nine...

And sliding back into the ring under the bottom rope just in time to stop the count once more.

After a moment, Grimm slides back out onto the floor and Russo once more begins his ten count.

One...

Two...

Grimm lifts Kaard to his feet, and drives him back first into the ring apron before drilling him in the midsection with a heavy boot.

Three...

Four...

Five...

Six...

Then Grimm, through toying with the Champion, rolls him back into the ring under the bottom rope before sliding in himself. Grimm rolls to his feet, pulls Kaard to his, and then backs him hard into a corner before hoisting him up onto the top turnbuckle. Grimm climbs up tot he middle rope behind and hooks Kaard's arm, but Kaard locks his foot around the middle turnbuckle as Grimm tries to pull him off the ropes, blocking the Harvest from way up...

Kaard, desperate to get free, drives several left hand rabbit punches into the ribs of Grimm before Grimm pulls back, slides out from under Kaard's arm, and smashes the King with a huge headbutt. Grimm slides back under the arm of Kaard and, pulls tight, and flips Justin over off the top, landing a Harvest on the World Champ before going for the pin.

One...

Two...

...

.... THREE!

Winner and NEW World Champion: Grimm

The crowd JUMPS to their feet in raucous applause for the new champion! Grimm receiving his trophy, the highest honor in the land ... he holds it up high for the world to see. The crowd is standing room only as they shower the Hangtown Horror with cheers. As he goes to pose on the nearest turnbuckle with the belt, pyro explodes on the stage and from the ceiling, showering golden sparks upon the Abomination of Desolation.

Looking down at the fallen former World Champion, he tilts his head quizzically ... almost ... dejected. Lifting his gaze, he can feel eyes upon him. Specific ones. Looking up at the stage, he spies Andy D of all people. He’s clapping for Grimm and his win, his hard-earned victory. As the camera pans down to Justin Kaard recovering in the ring, Andy turns to look at the PCWTron and shakes his head in obvious disapproval ... hands on his hips now.

The last shot of the night is Grimm celebrating in his own inimitable way as the new World Champion, Andy D ... and a fallen Justin Kaard. Grimm was in the right place at the right time ... will anyone have something to say on the matter? What’s next for the Untouchables? Will we find out the reason behind the bad blood between Rick Majors and Non Compos Mentis? And what EXACTLY is Stormm to do NOW after his first showing in Skylar’s Golden Gauntlet?! Tune in next week to find out all this and MORE!

-CLICK-

<sub>Eira def. Tristan Slater
Justin Michaels vs. Arica Lewitt reaches the time limit
The Flying Freebooters def. Michael Wryght and Non Compos Mentis
Ace Anderson def. Gabriel Cross
Rick Majors def. Andy D
Grimm def. Justin Kaard to win the World Heavyweight Championship

I want to thank everyone from the bottom of my heart for their patience, and to the mules for their tireless help. Kris, Rick, Mel, Drew, Tide ... Tristan and Majors. You guys are my foundation. Without you backing me up, I've got nothing. Onto fed business ... one more card until the pay-per-view. KNOCK IT OUT OF THE PARK!   8-)</sub>