Trauma 143 Results!

[Murdoc]

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. He walks down the entryway and climbs the ropes of the ring. He bounces around the ropes a few times, pumps his fist in the air one last time and waits for his opponent to come while the fans cheer the PCW veteran.

We’re welcomed to Tuesday Night Trauma with a brief highlight reel of last week’s episode, for those of you at home who happened to miss it. FOR SHAME!

As Dope Star Inc fades, the pyros on the stage explode and the music begins as what seems like a million fans each simultaneously scream at the top of their lungs, letting out as much emotion as possible. They know what’s coming, the arrival of a highly prized free-agent and new PCW superstar. Tyler Hendrix’s reign has begun.

I wake up to find myself
After all these years
And where all the time has gone

Tyler’s face appears on screen with a sadistic smile.

BOOM!

"If I Die Tomorrow" by Motley Crue hits the speakers and Tyler emerges onto the stage with that same smile and the fans release a wave of jeers as he makes his way down to the ring following the huge explosion with his manager, Haley, by his side. He climbs up into a corner and holds his left fist up to pump the crowd up much to their displeasure. As the music fades, he drops to the mat and energetically talks with the referee. Tyler then walks off to the side, leans against the ropes casually waiting for his opponent.

Referee Nolan Burke breaks free from Hendrix long enough to check that both men are ready and then signals for the bell. The match begins and out of their corners come both men, ready and rearing to go in the first match of the night. Hendrix looks to have the utmost confidence and lunges forward into a tie-up that Crazy Boy simply evades and switches into an improvised Armdrag. Both men jump up and Hendrix shows his disdain at being brushed off by throwing himself forward again. Once more Smith turns the assault into an Armdrag, leaving Hendrix even more frustrated.

Getting to his feet once more, Hendrix appears to lose his cool and rushes forward, but as Smith anticipates another lock up and reversal the newcomer slams an unexpected boot into his midsection. With Smith doubled over, Hendrix hits the ropes and returns only to find Crazy Boy on the mat. Hendrix hurdles his opponent who leaps quickly to his feet and nails a hard Hip Toss on the returning man. Immediately Smtih goes for a snap Leg Drop but Hendrix rolls out of the way.

As Smith sits up he is met with a sudden Side Kick to the jaw, knocking him straight back to the mat. Before the established PCW star can react, the newcomer throws himself spectacularly into the air and hits a beautifully executed Standing Shooting Star Splash! Not wasting any time he quickly hooks the leg…

One…
Tw….NO!

CB kicks out as Hendrix jumps back to his feet with an arrogant, showy smile as he attempts to show himself and his skills off to the PCW Faithful. With the jeers of the Faithful fresh in his ears, Hendrix grabs Smith by the head and pulls him back up to his feet before attempting to whip him into the ropes. Smith reverses, however, and sends Hendrix into the ropes again. This time Hendrix rebounds and leaps at Smith and catches him with a Monkey Flip. Somehow Smith improvises in mid-air and flips back to his feet with amazing agility, setting himself quickly in wait of his opponent. When Tyler gets to his feet he turns straight into a Jumping Heel Kick!

Stumbling back, Hendrix tries to regain his feet but is forced back to the ropes by a flurry of forearms from Crazy Boy. The combo stuns Hendrix and allows Crazy Boy to grabs him by the arm and whip him across once again. This time CB waits in the middle of the ring for his opponent and ducks his head for a Back Body Drop, but Hendrix reacts fast and jumps over the top with a Sunset Flip, rolling him into another pin.

One…
Two…
Kick Out!

Smith pushes out of the pin and rolls backwards to his feet while Hendrix climbs up too. Hendrix is the fresher and the first to react as he lashes a Knfie Edge Chop across the chest of his opponent. Before Smith can do anything, Hendrix reels off a combo of chops and takes increasing pleasure in each one before pulling Crazy Boy off the ropes and hitting a snap Suplex into the middle of the ring. Barely hesitating, Hendrix rolls through the move and gets both himself and CB to their feet and transitions into a Half-Nelson hold, ready for another suplex.

This time Crazy Boy reverses with a straight elbow to the bridge of the nose, stunning Hendrix and making him lose his grip. With his moment of freedom, CB takes his shot and jumps, spinning around with pace and hitting a vicious Enziguri to the side of his opponents’ head. Hendrix is knocked down to a knee by the shot and Smith knows he needs to take every chance he has. With that in mind, Crazy Boy hits the ropes quickly and rebounds into a neck-shuddering Scissor Kick that drives Hendrix face first into the mat. CB quickly rolls him onto his chest and moves into a lateral press…

One…
Two….
NO!

Now it’s Hendrix’ turn to kick out and Crazy boy goes on the offensive, hauling his opponent to his feet and unleashing another salvo of strikes. Alternating between chops and forearms, Tyrone forces Hendrix back into the corner and hammers away until Nolan Burke reaches a three count. At that point, Crazy Boy whips Hendrix hard across the ring and follows him close behind.

As Hendrix reaches the corner, however, he puts on the brakes and throws out a leg, catching Crazy Boy with a Solebutt in his unprotected gut. CB stops dead in his tracks and can only watch as Hendrix shows off his agility once more by jumping onto the middle turnbuckle, springing backwards, twisting and grabbing his head at the same time before driving CB backwards with a phenomenal Flying Neckbreaker.

The crowd, while not impressed by the cockiness of the newcomer, have to respect his ability and an audible gasp rolls around the arena. It takes a few moments for him to realise where he is, but Hendrix soon regains his bearings and drags a disoriented Smith back to his feet too. Hendrix hits out with another combo of strikes, this time a series of rights that stun CB and allow him to whip him into the corner once more.

Hendrix uses his speed and rushes into the corner, nailing a running back elbow to the sternum before carrying his speed straight out of the corner and into the ropes. Hendrix rebounds with speed and looks to hit a Burning Lariat… but Crazy Boy comes out of nowhere with a vicious Super Kick that smashes Hendrix in the mouth and sends him back into the ropes. Somehow Hendrix uses the bounce of the ropes and rebounds with a running Super Kick of his own that hits hand but sends Crazy Boy ricocheting off the ropes too. Again Smith hits a Super Kick and the impact of each kick seems to be increasing as Hendrix falls backwards with more pace. This time he hits the ropes and rebounds but throws a frustrated and desperate Burning Lariat again.

Smith catches it his arm though and transitions into a reverse armbar, dragging his opponent down to the mat and into a Fujuwara Armbar submission. Burke moves into position to ask Hendrix for his decision but the newcomer is more intent on fighting through the pain to escape. Smith puts more and more pressure on the move, intent on keeping the high flier grounded. Burke asks again as Hendrix is still in the centre of the ring, and he receives the same rejected as Hendrix now tries to force himself out of the hold.

Using what strength he has, the PCW rookie forces himself off the mat and onto a knee before lashing out with his free arm, connection with a punch to the ribs. Two more hits force Smith to relinquish the hold and Hendrix takes the one second his has to act. Before Crazy Boy can get his guard up, Hendrix instinctively hits another ferocious ‘Shattered Reality’ Super Kick right under the chin of his opponent. Crazy Boy is knocked stupid by the impact and Tyler leaps up onto his back and wraps his lefts around the neck of his opponent. He seems to hang there for a moment until, finally, he throws himself backwards with a Reverse Hurricanrana!

Crazy Boy appears to spike backwards onto his head, but at the last moment his throws his hands out and uses them to brace himself and roll through back to his feet. Hendrix has no idea what happened behind him and instead of checking the impact he raises his hands in triumph to the crowd who boo wildly in return. With a sadistic smile once more, Hendrix turns to check on his kill and….

BAM! A wicked roundhouse kick to the back of the head rocks him, sending him slumped forward in a daze. The PCW Faithful cheer Crazy Boy on and he begins to feel the adrenaline pumping, so much so that he turns to the nearby corner and starts to climb instinctively. In just a few seconds the worn out veteran has reached the top and looks down at the still seated Hendrix before throwing himself off the top and plummeting with legs out stretched, slamming into his back with a horrific ‘Crazy Drop’ Missile Dropkick to the spine. Hendrix’ body appears to concertina in and out of itself with the impact until CB signals to the crowd that he’s going for the end.

Hauling Hendrix onto his shoulders like dead weight, Smith begins to spin and spin and spin on the spot with an impressive, delirium-inducing Airplane Spin intended to make Hendrix an easy target for a finisher. Round and around he goes and Hendrix, barely conscious, looks completely unable to defend himself. The crowd is at fever pitch and willing Smith on for rotation after rotation until even he begins to sway unsteadily in quickly widening circles. He feeds on the crowd more and more until….

Hendrix slides out! He rolls out of the fireman’s carry over the head of Smith, transitioning into a Piledriver set up. In Smith’s chasing of the fans cheers he went a step too far and allowed his opponent the chance to reverse. Before Smith can shake off the growing dizziness, Hendrix reacts almost out of pure instinct and throws both himself and Smith into a hugely impressive front spin, flipping 360 degrees and driving Smith’s head into the mat with a sickening Canadian Destroyer, or as Hendrix refers to it, ‘Enders Dream’.

Crazy Boy lands motionless on the mat as Hendrix shuffles uneasily across the mat, hooking a leg for the pin…

One…
Two…
THREE!

Winner: Tyler Hendrix

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The camera feed pans to a backstage area, traveling down a vaguely familiar section of the arena’s corridors. Pausing by a door with a cardboard name plate, the cameraman tracks a lone figure entering the same section of hallway from another angle. Even at a distance, the graceful, predatory stride and silvery hair make it obvious that it can be none other than the Untouchables’ Eira! Ignoring the cameraman completely, she approaches the door and knocks politely, raising one eyebrow archly at the surly response.

“What?! I don’t have time to clean, I’m busy!”

“Excuse me...Mr. Steel? I’d like just a moment of your time.”

After a few seconds of hurried fumbling and rattling at the other side of the door, it opens to reveal Cory Steel, the camera focused on his eyes; which were currently narrowed suspiciously at his surprise visitor.

“What do YOU want? The lights aren’t out, you can’t be here to kick my ass.” Cory continues to glare at Eira, as if daring her to prove him wrong. Instead, she shakes her head with a smile, chuckling quietly.

“No no no, not at ALL, Mr. Steel. In fact, I have a business proposition for you.”

Cory looks almost offended at the suggestion, crossing his arms and leaning indolently against the door frame.

“What makes you think I’d work with you? You’re with...THEM.”

“I am indeed. So think about it, Mr. Steel. What better way to avoid their attention than to come to a mutually beneficial agreement?”

A glimmer of interest crosses his expression, and his guarded body language thaws a couple degrees.

“What is it you have in mind? I’ve got business to handle tonight, you know. I don’t have a lot of time to stand around talking.”

Eira glances pointedly at the camera, then back to Cory. He hesitates for just a moment before opening the door all the way, allowing her entry into his “dressing room”. As the door closes, the feed picks up one last bit of audio:

“So, Mr. Steel. What do you know about Tristan Slater?”

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Match Two
Tag Team Match with the Genesis Championship on the Line
The Person Scoring the Pinfall/Submission becomes the Champion
Arica ‘Trouble’ Lewitt (Champion) & Nathan Saniti vs. Kelli ‘Dollface’ Starr & Q
Referee: Tyrone Little

'Circus Envy’ by R.E.M. kicks up as Nathan 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 “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, staring at the back and waiting for her opponents to come out. She climbs a turnbuckle and has a seat ... watching the entrance way with a steady gaze.

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.

Standing at the bottom of the ramp, she dances in place ... half to get warmed up and half in response to whatever is coursing through her system ... her music is replaced by the sound of rocket ships in the background. The low ... but steadily rising rumble of engines. WHOOSH. KSSSSSSSSH. The doors open and ...

... out rolls the FUNK.

‘Supersoulfighter’ by Lenny Kravitz blasts over the loudspeakers. Kelli Starr, the crowd ... even Tyrone Little is getting into that fresh, tasty and funky jam! However, Houston ....?

We have a problem.

Q is nowhere to be found.

The crowd looks uneasy, as does Kelli Starr. Tyrone moves to the ropes nearest to Kelli to confer with her on the situation. Shrugging her shoulders in utter confusion, it is Arica Lewitt’s turn to move to the ropes and the referee, demanding that the match be started WITHOUT the Single Letter Superstar. It looks like Kelli Starr will have to go it alone. As she looks to the crowd who cheers her on one hundred thousand percent ... she begins to roll into the ring when suddenly ...

COMMOTION!!!

The crowd is on its’ feet as the ring apron rustles and puffs out. In a blur, Q is in the ring behind Nathan Saniti! He’s on the attack IMMEDIATELY as Kelli rushes in to intercept Lewitt. He was hiding under the ring the entire time! Kelli is wailing away on Arica while Q is absolutely hammering Nathan into the corner. Wild haymakers and heavy boots, Q is unrelenting. He doesn’t even look angry, just ... focused. Determined.

Kelli tosses Arica over the top rope while Q sends Nathan over with a HUGE lariat! Kelli and Q on the inside, fired up and ready to go ...

.... and we’ll return after these commercial messages!

[Murdoc]

We’re back from commercial break and Tyrone Little seems to have gotten control of the competitors in this unique Genesis Championship match! All four competitors in the running to become Genesis Champion, but will we see backstabbing and deception somewhere down the road? For right now, it seems all parties involved are toeing their respective lines ... obeying the rules as best they can.

Well, Q and Kelli are. Nathan and Arica, however ... are not holding to such virtuous behavior. As evidenced by the vicious thumb to the eye on Q by one Arica Lewitt. Q stumbling backwards towards the nearest corner, he’s blinking rapidly to clear his vision but it’s definitely a bad thing when one is in the ring with such a speedy competitor like Arica Lewitt. Her quickness enough to throw Q off, she drops him with a low dropkick ... taking the legs out from under him. With a hop in her step, Arica drops on top of Q for a pinfall attempt.

1 ..

2 ...

Kickout with emphasis.

Slipping behind the rising Q, Lewitt wraps an arm around his neck and takes him to the mat again.

A sleeper hold! She’s putting all her weight behind it, laying prone on the larger Q to keep him down and controlled. The crowd firmly behind Q, they’re chanting his name ... and he’s responding! His feet shaking and his head shaking just as violently, he forgets about trying to the get the arm away from his neck and instead pushes himself up from the mat. He’s kneeling now and Lewitt is in some serious trouble. Standing up finally, Q begins swinging wildly ... spinning ... SPINNING ... dear GOD, will the spinning never cease?!

Lewitt hanging on for dear life, her legs flailing wildly ... Nathan rushes in to stop the situation but instead takes a boot to the face from his own partner! The referee warns Lewitt for illegal contact (LOL) and admonishes Saniti for trying to enter the ring illegally (Double LOL). Arica can hang on no longer and is sent FLYING across the ring, rolling and tumbling into a neutral corner. Q drops to his knees, head rolling back and forth in great dizziness, as Kelli cheers him on ... beckoning him to come make the tag.

Slowly, he begins the crawl towards his partner. One hand in front of the other ... it’s a close race as Arica Lewitt is right on his tail; it’s the Dizzy leading the DIZZIER! Q makes the hot tag and Kelli is in the ring like a psychedelic twister! Feet and fists flying, both Nathan and Arica taking several shots before the ring is cleared. Kelli Starr has delivered in a big, big way ... and Q is back on the (wobbly) attack, forcing Nathan Saniti out of the ring ... him being illegal and all.

Kelli and Arica are duking it out in the corner, Kelli being the one in the driver’s seat. Arica begins to stagger away, hoping to get her head clear. Nathan tags in on Arica’s back as she passes but Kelli is unaware of it. In fact, most of the audience is unaware of the surreptitious tag ... that is, until Nathan springboards in over the top rope with a diving shoulder block that levels Kelli Starr. Q rushes in to help Kelli but the referee is there to stop him from entering. Q pleading his case, Tyrone will have none of it as Q makes his sulky way back outside.

Nathan choking the life out of Kelli Starr, Arica shoves him aside as she takes charge again. Grabbing her by the hair, Lewitt drags Starr to the center of the ring and drops her with a dropkick. Nathan, looking quite amused, lets her go until the referee decides to force her back out. Grabbing Kelli, Nathan drops her to the mat with a snapmare ... followed by a dropkick to the back. He goes for the pinfall attempt.

1 ...

2 ...

... kickout at two.

Kelli begins fighting to her feet, with the crowd behind her fully. Q is cheering her on from the corner, hoping to will her to her feet. As Nathan swoops in for more damage, Kelli drops and sends Nathan stumbling into her corner with a drop toe hold! Q is waiting with a unusually vicious headbutt that rocks Saniti. He staggers back into a waiting Kelli Starr, who catches him with a Russian Leg Sweep that plants him into the canvas. Dropping on top of him with as much speed and urgency as she can ...

1 ...

2-Nathan kicks out just a split-second after two, and the crowd is unhappy with this. As the two competitors move towards their respective corners ... it’s Nathan who makes the tag first, letting Arica come in to keep Kelli from making the tag. Q has had enough and rushes in, making a beeline straight for Saniti. Catching hold of him before he exits the ring, Q unloads on his arch-nemesis ... but Saniti out of desperation pushes Q away and into the referee ... who Quickly moves to escort Q back out of the ring.

Nathan moving to help Arica up, he smiles and bows ... doffing his hat ...

... and smacking her on the top of the head with it!

The hat makes an oddly loud CLANG sound as Arica hits the mat face-first. The crowd is in utter confusion as Nathan returns to the outside, leaving Arica laying prone in the center of the ring. Is Kelli going to go for the tag and get the fresh man in or ...

1 ...

2 ...

...

... 3!

Kelli Starr has pinned Arica Lewitt to become the new Genesis Champion!

Winner: Kelli Starr & Q; Kelli Starr pins Arica Lewitt to become the new Genesis Champion

The crowd roars its’ approval and is on their feet for her. Q, watching as the Genesis championship is handed over to Kelli ... barely bats an eye for the moment as he rushes the ring to prevent Nathan Saniti from attacking Kelli Starr from behind! A torrent of strikes and Nathan is beaten back ... forced to make a retreat as Q stands guard at the edge of the ring. Kelli pulling Q into the ring, he is met with a kiss on the cheek as the two celebrate in the ring under the rave atmosphere of the crowd as we get a brief commercial break.

[Murdoc]

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Dollface emerges from the steam-filled shower room adjacent to her locker, a towel wrapped around her savagely colored hair and another covering her shapely figure. Using a third towel to wipe the sinewy remnants of her bathing excursion, she notices a box of chocolates with a single piece of paper sitting atop the lid. A look of curious wonder and a grin brighten her face as she flips the note to read the inscription.

The calligraphy note says simply, “Sweets to the sweet – Shakespeare. Oh, and Q.”

She laughs giddily, clapping her hands as she flips the lid open to reveal an assortment of confections that seem to be straight out of the pages of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. She grabs up a white chocolate, biting into it, a look of absolute ecstasy on her face. She wolfs the remainder of the treat, greedily eyeing the scope of the box for her next hapless victim. Her eyes lock on a piece of dark chocolate. He snatches it out of its resting spot, popping it whole into her mouth. The luxurious look on her face suddenly switches to one of shock as she tries to retch the candy from her mouth.

She reaches into her mouth, pulling at the treat. Instead, she begins removing a string of brightly colored handkerchiefs, all tied end to end. Her startled, panicked look says all that needs saying until she finally reaches a stopping point in the string. She gives the thing three strong tugs and it pops from her mouth. A familiar purple smoke begins to pour from her very mouth. Mere seconds pass as the gas takes its toll, knocking her out cold. She wilts unceremoniously to the floor, her mouth still agape as more smoke emerges. Soon, the smoke forms a familiar pillar until Nathan Saniti bursts forth. He doffs his hat as he leans down to examine his victim.

Apologies, my dear Miss Starr. I tend to have a flare for the dramatic. You and my nemesis may have won this battle…

He waves his arm, directing the smoke to envelope them both completely.

But you, my dear, are about to become a casualty of this war.

The purple fog dissipates, leaving an empty locker room. Only the spilled chocolates give a clue of what may have transpired.

****

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 Tristan Slater emerges out to the top of the ramp, without the company of Miyoko Kawashima. Tristan is dressed in a pair of faded True Religion Jeans with a plain white t-shirt. Tristan begins walking towards the ring with his head held up following his latest defeat at the hands of Eria. Tristan reaches ringside where he climbs up on to the ring apron before stepping through the ropes and into the squared circle where he walks across the ring and reaches through the ropes where he's handed a microphone. The music fades away leaving a solid mixed reaction, more cheer than boos this go around as Tristan raises the microphone to his lips while staring into the camera.

"Over the last week and a half I've stood back and analyzed several different things. First, it's not easy suffering my first taste of defeat by a competitor who's not anywhere close to my caliber. I could EASILY stand out here and say that Eira didn't beat me... I beat me. Nobody told me to climb a Ladder and peal off a Shooting Star Press, I did that on my own. The result of that as we all saw considering it was televised was Eira rolling off a table and me crashing through it. Eira then picked up the pieces, like the Untouchables are known to do ... to score a victory."

The PCW crowd begins to quiet down as Tristan continues.

"As EASY as it would be to rest of that opening statement, that's simply not me. It's not who I am. Instead, instead I'm going to come out here and congratulate Eira on squeaking past me, and considering it was far from convincing it certainly appears YOU still have something to prove."

Tristan takes a moment to gather his thoughts before continuing.

"I also feel like I owe each and everyone of you here in attendance and everyone watching at home an apology. I apologize for not living up to the expectations that I've set out for myself since debuting here in PCW."

Tristan begins pacing back and forth across the center of the ring as he continues.

"I've always been a very outspoken guy, and at times it tends to bite me in the ass. It's rare, but it does happen, and while I don't think... I KNOW I'm better than half the people who occupy that locker room I've been nothing but insulted by the higher ups of this company. It will not stand anymore! I am here tonight for one simple thing. I'm here to issue a challenge to ANY of the members of The Untouchables for our upcoming Pay-Per-View!"

There's a loud pop from the crowd as Tristan stops pacing before turning back towards the camera.

"I don't care if it's the ever egocentric Monroe, I don't care if it's the sheb*tch Eira, and I don't give a flying f**k if it's {BLEEP!} because I'm coming to Deadly Intentions to rip one of your heads off before sh*tting razor blades down your throats! The numbers game you've been playing is for cowards, the beatings you've been handing out are as pointless as your stupid little faction. Hell, the ONLY thing giving any of you relevance is the very man standing in the center of this ring. You've got till the end of tonight to make a decision... or I'll make it for --!"

The microphone is cut off before the ultimatum is finished.

Why, you ask?

Well ... it seems as though SOMEONE wants Tristan Slater to stop talking.

The microphone’s brazen and callous words are fizzled out pathetically as the crowd cranes their collective heads towards the entrance way.

Never one to enjoy good reception, he stands at the top of the stage. The time for talking is done. Hulking and massive, {BLACKED OUT} is front and center before the eyes of the world ... and staring at the ring with murderous intent. Loping ... wolf-like strides, he makes his way to the ringside area. As he goes to grab the top rope to enter the ring and to answer Tristan’s bold challenge in the flesh ...

Back in Black by AC/DC sounds out over the speaker system. Skylar Marshall emerges from the back with at least ten armed Greenville police officers, guns drawn on the trespasser. Skylar quickly produces a microphone as the police advance slowly.

“Hey. HEY! You right there with the cute little Halloween mask. I just BET that you don’t have a ticket. Not just that, but you have items that belong to me. I told you I’d have you personally arrested. However ... I have something to say before everything is all said and done. So officers, if you’ll wait just one moment ... I’ll be finished soon enough. ”

The crowd is hushed as Skylar continues on.

“A lot of money, time ... and frankly, a lot of headaches. That’s what you’ve caused me. The immeasurable amount of negative publicity and the unwanted attention! I felt GREAT when you were fired. That’s rich. That’s absolutely hilarious. A man who loves to play with fire is FIRED. Talk about the poetic justice, am I right?”

The crowd is unsure where Skylar is going with all of this, but are actually hanging onto his every word this time instead of tuning out his blah-blah-blah.

“You have no right to be anywhere IN or NEAR my building.”

Marshall proceeds to pull out several pages of some unnamed document.

“YET.”

The crowd hushes at such an open-ended statement. He’s looking the document over, reading it VERY carefully for any wording mistakes. Slips of phrasing. Anything that may come back and bite him later on down the road. He smiles, satisfied with the document he holds and shows it to the very-closely guarded man. Lifting the microphone once again, Skylar Marshall smiles and lifts it high for EVERYone in attendance to see.

“This right here, ladies and gentlemen ... is a VALID and SIGNED offer of employment to this man right here. Well, it might be. I say might because, well ... I’m not sure about this gentleman. Just LOOK at him. He looks like a nobody. A nothing. A curtain-jerker if I EVER have seen one. And I’ve seen my fair share. So, here’s what we’re going to do: I’m not convinced that you belong HERE ... in Pure Class Wrestling, Mr. No-Name. But, being the fair businessman that I am ... you’ll be offered employment here after a TRYOUT match at our next pay-per-view, Deadly Intentions IV.”

The crowd absolutely explodes at this!

“And you’ll be facing THAT man, Tristan Slater! You two seem to have some bad blood between you. Why not solve the issue AND give the fans a show all at once? Also? No Disqualification. I don’t want either of you taking the easy road. You especially, sir.” Making it a point to stare directly at {BLACKED OUT}.

Skylar motions to the armed officers as they converge on the behemoth standing mere inches from them. Tristan Slater is already moving towards the man’s back, but Skylar gets on the microphone once again as three of the officers block his path. “Tristan, I apologize but I simply cannot allow you to put your hands on a member of the PUBLIC sector. I have invested a great deal in you, I’d hate to have you injured in some freak accident. I’ll have to ask you to back away now.”

Slater jaws with Skylar Marshall, an angered look on his face as {BLACKED OUT} is escorted from the ringside area, Skylar Marshall following the mob of officers backstage where ...

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... a pissed off Cory Steel is kicking doors open and looking into rooms until ... FINALLY .... security approach him and surround him. Cory does a circle looking at each of their faces and smiles.

"It’s going to take more then this to stop me. Find me, Tristan Slater ... or I will destroy this whole f**king place!”

"Mr. Steel, you need to calm down and return to your dressing room. If you can't, then we will remove you from the building. Is that clear?"

Cory laughs and rubs a hand through his hair. His face is blood red and he is slowly losing his patience.

"F**k you!"

Cory begins swinging his first punch a left haymaker catches the first security guard dead on the nose, he drops like a bag of potatoes. From behind, two guards try to grab Cory but the guard on Cory's right takes an elbow to the face and the one on the left tries to hold onto the man’s shoulder. With little effort, Cory pulls him OVER his shoulder and brings him hard to the ground.

"TRISTAN SLATER, YOU SON OF A B*TCH! COME FIND ME!”

More security has arrived and Cory walks straight into the thick of them, throwing punches and handling himself nicely as guards fall to the left and to the right. Behind Cory, four guards jump on his back slowing him down and hold his arms behind his back, but Cory gets one more lick in as a guard tries to hit Cory with a nightstick ... he is kicked in the nether regions. With all the force he can muster, Cory kicks the now-kneeling man in the face! A sick cracking is heard and the man goes down, not moving again. After a few more minutes of struggling, Cory is taken down.

"Tell Tristan he is a dead man! D-E-A-D! I know! I KNOW THE TRUTH and I want his head!"

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Match Three

Non-Title Tag Team Match

Referee: Charles Lim

Justin “Stormm” Michaels & Partner Of His Choosing vs The Flying Freebooters

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 they can be seen interacting with the fans, mouthing off to the crowd with the occasional obscene gesture thrown in here and there. Both men climb up the stairs, and climb to the turnbuckles horizontally across from each other. They beckon for Stormm and his Mystery Opponent to come from the back, taunting while ignoring the jeers of the crowd. Then, as the music is about to fade, both perform a backflip into the ring.

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 one of the free corners 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 Justin stands the ready - and alone? The crowd waits, their cheering becoming mixed with a vague murmur of confusion as moments pass with no entrance music beginning, let alone an appearance from the back. The dawning realization of his unfortunate circumstances sinking in, Justin’s determined expression grows steadily darker (dare we say, Stormm-y?). Tide and Wasp, however, have a manner more akin to jackals circling a kill than professional wrestlers. With valuable on-air time ticking away, referee Charles Lim has no choice but to motion to the men, allowing the match to take place!

Tide and Wasp confer for a few moments, with Tide stepping between the ropes and taking up position at the corner to give Wasp the first shot at Stormm, Lim immediately calling for the bell to begin the match! Justin is quick on the offensive, a hasty attack borne of frustration with his Mystery Partner’s no-show, the burst of aggression manifesting in a big right hand swing; a swing and a miss! Wasp sidesteps the blow, twisting Stormm around by the shoulders and laying a series of strikes into his abdomen and ribcage. One final strike turns into a grapple, pulling Stormm around and throwing him into the ropes! Wasp catches him on the rebound, flipping him into an easy over the shoulder throw and slamming him down to the mat! He picks Justin up even as the Force of Nature struggles, using his head as a pivot point to run him at the ropes again - at the ropes, and over them!

Stormm goes crashing back first onto the ringside mats Wasp sauntering over to the edge, hanging over the top rope and heckling him with Tide as Lim begins the count.

...1!

Stormm stirs, shaking his head vigorously, trying to clear the cobwebs...

...2!

...3!

On his feet, stumbling towards the ring...

...4!

..- no!

Stormm rolls under the bottom rope just before Lim can mark the 5-count, standing steadily now and regarding his opponent warily. Wasp moves in for the attack this time, Justin’s mishap knocking his sense as a seasoned veteran of the squared circle back into him, keeping him on the defensive. With this novel tag-team match being unexpectedly turned into a handicap match, it was clear that burning himself out too soon would be the quickest way to ensure a brutal loss. Stormm deflects another series of strikes, using an upwards block to knock Wasp’s arm swinging wild, leaving the him open for an attack! Stormm wastes no time in getting his legs under him for a surge forward, powering into Wasp with a mean looking spear! Wasp goes sprawling, Tide shouting at him from the apron while Stormm returns the earlier favor and considerately helps Wasp up by his head. Backing Wasp into a corner with several chops, Justin lays into his opponent with some vicious knees and elbows, hammering away until Lim gets involved.

With Justin and the ref both distracted, Tide makes a quick tag and enters the ring as the legal man - but not before Wasp leaves! The Flying Freebooters take advantage of the confusion and knock Stormm to the mat, stomping away at him with some heavy boots before Lim wades in, his shouts threatening disqualification finally getting Wasp to exit the ring!

No sooner does Wasp leave the ring than "Gold on the Ceiling" by The Black Keys begins to blare over the P.A. system, the crowd bursting into jeers and boos as none other than Michael “Mr. Showtime” Wryght begins to make his way to the ring! Tide glances up in surprise, Wasp openly stares, and Stormm...looks distinctly less than thrilled. Charles Lim gives Showtime an acknowledging wave, gesturing for him to take his place as Stormm’s tag-team partner! Regardless of personal feelings, Justin is no fool and rolls away from the site of his impromptu curb-stomping of just a few moments ago, extending his hand towards Showtime for a tag!

Showtime, however, seems terribly concerned with the state of his nails, making a show of minutely examining his manicure with the barest of pauses to gesture to Stormm to get on with it. Justin slams a fist into the mat in sheer frustration, surging to his feet! He can be clearly seen giving Showtime the riot act, face to face, the bad blood between these two men quick to poison their unfortunate match up. Meanwhile, Tide has been steadily creeping up behind Justin, leaning forward from a few feet away to tap Stormm comically on the shoulder, laying him out with a good old fashioned haymaker! Showtime’s hand goes in front of his mouth in mock surprise, the crowd going positively mad with boos for the display before them!

Wryght makes a show of reaching in to tag Justin out, entering the ring to trade a few halfhearted blows back and forth with Tide. One swing too many, and Tide drops, deftly swinging his leg in a sweep kick to take Showtime’s legs right out from under him! Tide hoists Wryght up with an armbar, swinging him around and sending him flying towards the ropes. Michael hits the rebound, falling into a perfectly executed roll right under the ropes and out of the ring, landing on his feet! He reaches over and gamely slaps Justin on the shoulder, making the exhausted, incredulous Stormm the legal man once more as Tide tags out to be replaced by the refreshed Wasp!

Stormm rises manfully to the occasion, shoulders squared and ready to face what he’s certain is going to be a thorough ass-kicking, but not about to go down without giving them all the fight he’s got! The two men lock up in the ring, raw determination giving Justin the upper hand! He jerks Wasp into a rough Irish Whip, sending him crashing into the turnbuckle of Showtime’s corner! Wasp shakes it off, the Great White North surging forward towards an exhausted Stormm - but a quick jerk of Showtime’s leg and Wasp is inexplicably tripped up, over-balanced and spilling forward onto the mat! Justin wastes absolutely no time at all, dropping down and tying Wasp up into a small package, Lim moving forward to make the count!

...1!

...2!

...3!!!

Winner(s) Justin Michaels & Michael Wryght

[Murdoc]

Match Four

Non-Title Singles Match

Referee: Melina Cruz

Ace Anderson (International Champion) vs. Tyler Scott (North American Champion)

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The familiar thudding introduction of ‘Galvanize’ by Chemical Brothers announces the arrival of Tyler Scott. After a momentarily pause, the curtain flings back and out strolls Tyler Scott to a mixture of cheers and jeers. Having appeared wearing a red and black leather biker jacket, he soon gives it up, sliding off and flinging it to the side of the entrance ramp. He heads to the ring, staying his usual focused self. He climbs into the ring and walks to the centre where he stares intensely into the crowd. He mouths a few obscenities, possibly as provocation to the crowd, possibly as encouragement to himself, before beginning his few warm up moves, awaiting the start of the upcoming contest.

"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 ring posts 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.

Melina Cruz quickly checks both competitors, and satisfied that all is fair, she motions for the bell to ring to start the match! Both men quickly meet in the center and tie up. The two jockey for the better position, but it is Tyler Scott who manages to slip behind Anderson, locking his hands around the bigger man’s waist. He throws Anderson to the mat with a German Suplex, and quickly uses the advantage, not giving Anderson any room to breath. Pulling him to his feet, Tyler Scott unleashes a heavy uppercut elbow strike, send Ace stumbling backwards, where he rebounds off the ropes.

Both men are running across the ring, and Scott goes for a spear. Amazingly, Ace uses his momentum against him, hooking him under the exposed arms and sending Scott up and over with an unorthodox double underhook suplex. Ace keeps his momentum going, bouncing off the opposite ropes and as he reaches Tyler Scott who is on his back on the mat, Anderson drives a huge knee into his opponent’s torso. The crowd goes crazy, expecting a pin, but the big man surprises them all. He turns Scott over so that he is on his stomach, and standing behind him he yanks both of Scott’s arms upwards. To further lock in the dislocator, he puts a foot in Scott’s back.

Melina Cruz is down by Scott’s face asking him if he wants to give up. He shakes his head and it is obvious he is in pain. Tyler Scott endures for almost thirty seconds before he finally strikes. He manages to catch Anderson’s legs which have gotten to close to his own, wrapping his legs around Anderson’s. He manages to get a hold on Ace’s wrists and pulls himself up quickly, at which point Ace lets go. However this works in Scott’s favour, as he too let’s go of Ace’s wrists and with his upwards momentum, wraps an arm around the big man’s head and sends him face first to the mat! Scott quickly rolls Ace over and goes for a pin. 1…2…NO! Anderson gets a shoulder off the mat before the referee can make the three count.

Tyler Scott pulls Anderson to his feet and tries to irish whip him into the corner. However, Ace manages to reverse and Scott is the one who ends up in the corner with his opponent bearing down on him. Ace lets loose with a series of quick yet hard chops, and further targeting the upper body, he goes through a set of three shoulder tackles. As he tries to pull Tyler Scott from the corner, Scott headbutts him right in the face. Ace stumbles backwards, giving Scott some time to breathe. As Ace’s vision clears he charges in at Scott who once again evades the bigger man and gets in behind him.

He quickly locks in a Cobra Clutch, but it is only for a few seconds as he finishes off the move, lifting Ace up and falling backwards, causing Ace Anderson to land on his head once again! Scott immediately moves in for a pin. 1…2…3! NO! Melina Cruz signals that it is only a 2 and a half, as Ace manages to get a shoulder off the mat again. Tyler Scott is up quick ready to put the match away, and he pulls Ace Anderson up off the mat.

Tyler Scott sets up for an STO but Anderson unleashes a headbutt of his own, causing Scott to let go. Anderson lifts Tyler Scott into the air and does a bridging fallaway slam! As Melina Cruz goes down to make the pin count, Ace flips over, picks Scott up again and sends Scott to the mat with an even bigger fallaway slam! Aces High! Anderson walks over to the fallen Scott and straddles one of his legs, then locks one of Scott’s arms with his own. He twists and pulls upwards. Scott tries to fight the Superior Stretch but he is nowhere near the ropes and finally is forced to tap out and Melina Cruz calls for the bell. Ace Anderson immediately releases the hold, and gives Scott some space.

Winner: Ace Anderson

****

We’re taken now backstage to the office of one Skylar Marshall, where he sits behind his desk working on whatever it is he works on during the shows. Not long after we start watching this scene there’s a knock at the door. After Skylar indicates for the person to enter, we see his door open and in walk Andy D into the office. Sighing at the annoyance of being interrupted, Skylar indicates for Andy to sit down in the chair on the other side of Skylar’s desk, which Andy rapidly takes.

Andy: So, how’s the Pay per View shaping up then? What’s the World Title match looking like?

Skylar: I don’t think that’s any of your business…

There’s a brief pause as Skylar realizes what’s going on and a small chuckle escapes from him.

Skylar: Let me guess, you want to be the challenger for the World Title.

Andy: Well ‘want’ isn’t exactly the word I’d use.

Skylar: Well tough. There are plenty more other people out there who would be more better suited to a World Title opportunity than you.

Andy: And I’d probably be the first to agree with you on that statement. However, somebody else doesn’t agree.

While Skylar looks puzzled, Andy takes out some folded up sheets of paper and hands them towards his boss. Skylar unfolds the paperwork and starts to read through it.

Andy: I received that in the mail this week. Needless to say, I was a bit shocked.

Skylar: Is this supposed to be some kind of joke?

Andy: I wish it were. But I made sure to check, that document came direct from PCEG. A.K.A. our parent company, A.K.A. YOUR boss. And in it, it basically names me as the number one contender to the World Title.

Skylar: How the hell did you manage to convince them to make this?

Andy: Me? I never asked for this. The only thing I can think off is that the last month or so I was trying to annoy Kaard into granting me a match, to help build his confidence as world champion. Maybe he decided to go to them to grant them this request, since you and he weren’t exactly talking much these days.

Skylar: Well then, problem solved. Kaard’s no longer the champion, meaning you cannot fight him for the belt.

Andy: Except, if you read the wording on the paperwork ... it clearly states ‘Andy D must face the World Champion at Deadly Intentions 4’. It never actually names Kaard specifically.

Skylar: Meaning you must face whomever happens to be the champion at the PPV.

Another sigh of annoyance is made by Skylar as he realises the situation.

Andy: Look I’m not happy about this either, I mean, who in their right mind wants to go up against Grimm? But the way I see it, you have to make this match. A - Because you’ve been ordered to and you don’t want to have any kind of disciplinary action and B - Because ... well, lets face it: who else have you got available for the match? Yes, there may be a list of people more worthy than I, but they do all seem to be a bit busy at the moment.

Skylar: Fine, I’ll make the match. You better make sure you make it a good one or I’ll have you performing the warm up matches before every show for the next year. One more thing: you do realize it doesn’t mention a specific type of match in this document?

Andy: Yeah, I guess that bits actually up to you. PCEG is only ordering you to make the match, not what kind.

Opening the door, Andy is about to walk through but turns back for a moment

Andy: Oh, if you could make it something that doesn’t allow Grimm to put me into traction really quickly, I’d be ever so grateful.

Skylar: I’ll consider it.

Realizing the complete disdain in Skylar’s voice is the ultimate cue to leave, Andy does just that. Skylar himself sighs one last time before the scene fades out.

****

“Circus Envy” blasts over the speakers, met by rafter-shaking jeers from the audience. From behind the curtain a pair of feet emerge… Four feet off the ground? The mystery continues as a levitating body covered in a sheet slowly reveals itself. The face is finally shown. It’s a fully clothed Dollface, still unconscious. Steering her with a single finger is Nathan Saniti. The crowd continues their verbal onslaught as he makes his way down to the ring.

She floats effortlessly, sliding onto the ring apron while Saniti scales the stairs. He centers himself in the ring, waving his hands mystically at his captive as her body floats to him. He produces a microphone, raising it to his mouth. The crowd barely quiets to allow him to speak.

I’m not going to trifle with you peasants. You are all beneath me in ways innumerable. So I shall hasten this. I don’t do these… Interview things. I wish to address the one you plebeians refer to as “Q.”

Saniti circles his charge seductively, brushing a finger up and down her body as he speaks.

Let me just cut to the chase, if I may. Or perhaps…

Saniti pulls out a large and angry looking saw, waving it menacingly.

I shall simply cut YOUR chase, my dear Mr. Q. Now I shall do the right thing and warn our dear audience that this may or may not get graphic. This is one trick I have never attempted.

Saniti places the saw inches above the body of Kelli Starr, mocking sawing motions.

Shall we begin, or will the heroic Single Letter Superstar come to the rescue of his damsel in distress?

“Super Soul Fighter,” blares on the P.A. system. The crowd’s cheers nearly tear the roof off of the place! Q comes rushing down to the ring. As he does, more smoke begins to obscure both Saniti and his victim. BUT Q GETS THERE BEFORE TOO MUCH SMOKE PREVENTS HIM FROM CONNECTING! A flurry of arms and legs protrude out of the cloud akin to something out of a cartoon. The smoke fades as the silhouette of Q beating Saniti becomes clearer to the cheering crowd. Punch after punch backs Saniti to the turnbuckles. Q continues the onslaught, Saniti cowering in the corner, shocked wonder in his eyes.

The levitating Dollface suddenly pops her legs back to the ground. With a flourish she wraps herself in the blanket. Removing the wrap, the sheet flies away, revealing… ANOTHER NATHAN SANITI? Q doesn’t notice as the audience attempts to forewarn their favorite. Saniti pulls a huge mallet out of his hat, leering at Q. He winds back with the weapon and just barely misses, the force of the blow wafting a purple haze off of the object of Q’s wrath. IT’S DOLLFACE! She looks completely horrified and confused, guarding herself against any further action. Q covers his mouth in horror as he realizes how badly he’s been tricked. He spins to face Saniti, but he’s already abandoned the ring, his hands raised in triumph. Once again, he puts a mic to his mouth as he heads back up the ramp.

I TOLD you that I would make you lose EVERYTHING you hold dear, Mr. Q. I am a man of my word. YOU. SHALL. NOT. WIN. THIS. WAR!

Saniti disappears behind the curtain, the audience pronouncing their hatred of the Mystical Madman as Q checks on Kelli Starr.

[Murdoc]

****

The image on the PCWtron flips over to a broadcast coming from somewhere nearby in the back, medical attendants performing a series of checks on Dollface while Q stands nearby, appearing to be at a loss of what to do.

“I’m sorry, Kelli.”

“It wasn’t your fault. That said, I’m gonna double check with you the next time I get candy with your name on it. But yeah, Q, this wasn’t your fault - you didn’t do this.”

Q looks down and shuffles his feet awkwardly, shrugging his shoulders a bit before raising his gaze back to her face.

“When you KNOW better, you DO better...and I know better than to trust him right now. There’s something WRONG with him, I just don’t know what.”

Kelli grumbles, surveying the rainbow explosion that was her makeup in the ambulance’s mirror. “...he’s an asshole?”

“That’s not very nice.”

“Fine. I’ll make it more accurate. He’s a psychotic asshole.”

Q’s expression reflects both amused understanding and firm determination. “No. Well, yes, sort of, but only for right NOW. This is not the Nathan we all knew. He’s different, he’s lost himself and we need to help him find it.”

Kelli opens her mouth to issue what is likely to be another acerbic retort when the physician attending her removes his stethoscope in a brisk, business-like manner before beginning to speak.

“Well, Miss Starr, you’re checking out alright. Please be sure to follow up with your primary care physician if your symptoms do not go away or you notice any significant psychological disturbance.” Kelli’s face twists in wry amusement at the last few words, sitting up and swinging her legs over the side of the gurney to rise, but Q catches her arm.

“Kelli...? Will you help me help Nathan?” His voice is quiet, understanding but full of entreaty.

“Haven’t you noticed? He wants nothing to DO with me right now. Unless it’s to use as a pawn against YOU. I don’t know if you’ve caught on, but I really don’t dig this whole ‘damsel in distress’ gig - it’s not my style.”

Q regards Kelli compassionately for a moment, then pulls an object out from behind his back, holding it out to her. “He’s definitely going want to have something to do with you now, Kelli.”

Kelli looks down at the trophy in his hands, the white leather and silvery plating gleaming in the bright lighting. Running her fingertips over the glittering diamonds, she smiles quietly.

“The Genesis title. Well, that’s two now out of the four.”

“Yeah. I’ll help you, Q. I sat through that entire exam without complaining about the doctors, NOW will you buy me that ice cream you promised?”

Q chuckles, extending his arm gallantly to PCW’s new Genesis Champion. Arm in arm the two exit the camera’s view, undoubtedly in search of frozen treats.

****

Main Event
Four Corners Match
Grimm vs. NCM vs. Andy D vs. Rick Majors
Referee: Eric Russo

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 centre 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.

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 fans 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, with Russo keeping himself between Andy and Majors until it's time for the bell.

“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. He ponders whether attacking now would be a viable strategy, but must remember the two-on-one he suffered at the hands of Andy and Majors only one Trauma before.

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.

With all four corners filled, Eric Russo circles and calls for the bell before essentially getting the hell out of the way.

DING DING DING!

On cue, the men in the ring catch fire. Non Compos Mentis charges china-bull to his left, dropping Andy D to the mat with an axe handle as Rick Majors and Grimm close on the action. With Andy D down, Mentis kicks him through the ropes to the floor before turning to fight Majors and Grimm. Majors reaches him first, as Grimm had to come across the ring, and they exchange quick blows before the Abomination of Desolation puts his card in play. He leaps for a double lariat; Majors and Mentis move, and he crashes head first into the turnbuckle! Grimm bounces back and stumbles about, struggling to keep his feet. Majors chop blocks him, and Mentis follows it up with an elbow drop and a quick pin attempt. Majors hauls him off by the boots before a single count, and again the two are exchanging blows. Straight strikes from Majors can't be blocked by Mentis, and Mentis's raining right hands are too much to bear. Suddenly Grimm's up and the three superstars are brawling in the middle of the ring, and it's not clear who exactly is fighting who. Then again, they're really all fighting each other, all at once. Except... where's Andy?

On the apron!

Springboard from Andy D, and he takes out the sea of superstars with a crossbody block! All three men go down, Andy pops to his feet, and the Faithful go INSANE! Mentis makes the first attempt to stand, and a spinning wheel kick drops him back to the mat. Andy uses his momentum, rolling through the kick, rebounding off the ropes and running hard at Rick Majors. A comically hard dropkick, bent and then extended knees, puts him down! Grimm's all that's left and he's up on a knee. Andy searches, finds him, and charges forward at his high-octane pace. Attempted enziguri by Andy; Grimm ducks it! Andy's boot flies overhead, the other leg firmly in Grimm's grasp. Seized by the boot as his leg floats over, Andy is planted by... Foddershock! The big wheelbarrow facebuster by Grimm stops Andy's momentum flat! Pin attempt by Grimm!

1...

...

Non Compos Mentis is there to break it up with two hands across the back! How a pinfall is supposed to happen in this match is anybody's guess! Wasting little time, Mentis drags Grimm up and sticks a kick into his gut. Grimm doubles over and the Born Psycho pulls him in close, planting him with a DDT! He's up, and it's Majors from behind dropping Mentis with a reverse DDT! Andy D's stirring after the foddershock and Majors turns his attention, hitting him with a running clothesline as soon as he's standing. Instinct kicks in and Andy refuses to stay down, but instead he finds himself in a suplex position from Majors. Majors hoists him up... could it be a brainbuster?

This time it's a chop block from Grimm! Majors drops Andy D and crumples, just in time for Non Compos Mentis to fly in with a BIG knee drop. Majors rolls to the side and Mentis is rolling himself, trying to be ready for the obvious assault coming from Grimm. He wasn't prepared, however, for a hard spear! Mentis goes down and Grimm's on top of him, wailing with closed-fisted shots to his face and head. Andy D from the side... and this time he connects with the enziguri on Grimm! Grimm rolls away, Mentis is down... standing moonsault from Andy D on the downed Non Compos Mentis! Pin attempt!

1...

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Mentis kicks out just as Majors is up, waiting to see who is first to their feet. It's Andy D... and a shuffle side kick from Majors sends Andy flying away! Grimm's still shaken from Andy's enziguri, which leaves Mentis climbing to his feet to face the determined Rick Majors. The two begin to brawl, trading rights and lefts, until Andy comes flying back with a double dropkick that sends both men through the ropes! They hit the floor and need a moment to recover while Grimm is finally coming around in the ring. Andy D's on his feet, playing to the crowd, and waiting for the Abomination of Desoation to gain equal ground. The Faithful are going insane for this high-paced matchup, and you can tell both Andy and Grimm are feeding on it.

Outside the ring, Majors and Mentis are feeding on something else entirely --- each other! They're not even standing and they're trading blows, each man trying to gain an advantage as they scrap tooth and claw. Majors hits a kick, Mentis fires back with a brutal headbutt! Majors is rocked and stumbles toward the ramp, with Mentis hot on his heels!

Back in the ring, Grimm and Andy forego a tie-up at this point and both take off at a run... double clothesline and both men are down!

Majors and Mentis are STILL brawling, still moving toward the ramp... they're on the ramp now... a huge roundhouse kick from Majors drops NCM to the steel!

Grimm and Andy are slow to rise. Grimm's getting up; Andy leaps to his feet. Sunset flip from Andy D! Eric Russo drops for the count as Rick Majors realizes what's happening in the ring.

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Grimm manages a kick out, and Majors truly had no chance. But that window was enough for Non Compos Mentis who grabs Majors by the hair and hauls him down, smacking his head off the ramp! Mentis is on top of Majors and Eric Russo realizes they're fighting on the outside. He yells at them to return to the ring, but neither man is listening. With his back turned, Andy D has an advantage and manages a beautiful snap suplex on Grimm! The impact against the canvas catches Russo's attention and he turns around for another pinning attempt.

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And again Grimm kicks out! Andy's not phased as he expects nothing less of the Hangtown Horror. Back outside, somehow both Mentis and Majors are up. They're fighting on the move, but intead of moving toward the ring they're headed to the back. Again Russo calls for them to return to the ring, but he might as well be yelling at the wall. They disappear behind the curtain and all of a sudden this four corners match is a singles match, and Andy D has a clear advantage!

After the suplex Grimm needs a second to catch his breath, which gives Andy time to move out onto the apron, out of Grimm's sight line. Grimm's looking around, wondering where that pesky D could be... and Andy's flying through the air with a springboard missile dropkick! It connects solid against Grimm's chest and he's sent rolling backward, head over heels. Andy is forced to give chase to make the pin, and Grimm gained from that momentary break.

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Grimm kicks out just before 3! Against all apparent odds, Andy D has almost pinned the World Champion three times in this matchup! But, of course, Grimm's far from gone. Andy measures and takes off running, and this time Grimm has him scouted. He pops up to his feet, backbreaker on Andy D! Pin attempt by Grimm now!

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Kickout by Andy D and the show ain't over yet! This, however, is the point in a matchup when Grimm is most dangerous. Both men are tired, and both are opt to make a mistake.

But it's Grimm who makes the first one! Somehow Andy's up after the backbreaker, and with distance; Grimm shoots a savate kick but Andy manages to catch it with uncanny perception! Dragon screw from Andy D! Grimm's tossed across the ring and Andy's in for a head of steam. Grimm jumps to his feet and Andy's filing forward... HURRICANRANA! Grimm's tossed yet again, and Andy D is absolutely on fire. He leaps the ropes out onto the apron for what may be the final time, and he's calling for the Blockbuster! The crowd's exploding as Grimm once more tries to figure out where Andy's at.

Andy hits the top turnbuckle... and his legs betray him! The slightest of wobbles kills his momentum, and instead of catching Grimm off-guard, Grimm's waiting. Andy looks to complete the blockbuster regardless, but Grimm's in the air and nails him with a hard Harvest! Pin attempt by Grimm! What's left in Andy's tank?

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Andy kick's out just after Eric Russo hits the mat for the third time, and the Faithful can barely believe it! Andy D almost kicked out of a Harvest!

Too bad it's wrestling and close counts for nothing at all, as Eric Russo calls for the bell!

DING DING DING!

Winner: Grimm

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As Grimm pulls away from Andy D, the referee goes to grab and hand Grimm's World Championship over to him. Ever the strong and silent type, Grimm nods and begins to make his way back up the ramp. Commotion can be heard from the back and a camera shot lights up the PCW tron, showing NCM and Rick Majors fighting in the back tooth and nail. It's utter chaos in Pure Class Wrestling!

As Grimm turns to leave, the crowd lets out a raucous ovation as Andy D pulls himself up to a standing position ... staring Grimm down with his thumb and forefinger approximately an inch apart ... > < This Close. He smiles and the crowd is roaring at their tops of their lungs for the upcoming pay-per-view. DON'T MISS IT!

-CLICK!-

<sub>Tyler Hendrix def. Tyrone Smith
Kelli Starr & Q def. Nathan Saniti & Arica Lewitt; Kelli becomes the Genesis Champion
Justin Michaels and Michael Wryght def. The Flying Freebooters
Ace Anderson def. Tyler Scott
Grimm def. Andy D, Rick Majors & Non Compos Mentis

Not a lot to say on this show.  The pay-per-view is shaping up REALLY nicely with some AWESOME matches and some AWESOME stories to continue/start/end.  Are ... you ... ready?!  Many thanks to the mules (Rick, Drew, Tide) this week with a special thank you going out to Q who picked up a match at the last minute and to the new Assistant Match Booker, Kris.  Without you guys, we'd STILL be waiting on results.  So what're you waiting for?  Start cranking some ideas up, the pay-per-view card is going LIVE!</sub>