Trauma 145 Results!

[Murdoc]

Match One
Singles Match
Dillon "The Legacy" Durst vs Anson
Referee: Austin Shaw

The first match of the night is due to begin and the PCW Faithful are already in fine voice and ready for the evening’s entertainment, the only thing missing is the two competitors. And here comes the first…

‘Good Man’ by Devour The Day hits the PA System and the Faithful are already up on their feet to welcome back the man known to many as ‘The Legacy’. The lights dim in eager anticipation of the long-awaited return of Dillon Durst but nothing comes. The lyrics play, the music rolls on, the tron flickers… but no ‘Legacy’ appears on stage to accompany them. After a few moments the music shuts off, as does the tron, and Mark Long is left looking bewildered in the ring.

The ring announcer takes a moment to mutter something to ringside before signaling to the back, as if to tell them to try again. This time, however, the music is that of ‘Bonehead’ by Naked City.

As ‘The Legacy’ is left behind, Anson’s music plays out and the typical light show and enigmatic tron join it as always. The brutal song continues but STILL the fans are left in the absence of an actual Anson, or even his manager Suede. The absence continues until, again, after a few moments they music and tron cut out and the lights return to normal.

A chorus of low, confused boos begins to spread through the arena as Mark Long lifts his microphone and prepares to dispense the bad news to the increasingly displeased Faithful.

Mark Long: Ladies and Gentlemen, as neither Dillon Durst or Anson are able to enter the ring…..

Would the man in the cheap suit please shut his damn mouth?!

An unknown voice suddenly booms out from the PA system and cuts Mark Long off in mid sentence, which he seems to annoy him more than the off-hand comment about his perfectly above-average expense attire. It’s only until he, and the rest of the arena, looks toward the stage that he sees just how cheaply he is dressed.

Out through the curtain and doused in a spotlight bright enough to make the Star of Bethlehem insecure walks a figure dressed in an ostentatious mix of designer goods and several dead animals. The imposing man strides out onto the stage dressed in the highest-end designed jeans, t-shirt, a jacket made from at least two kinds of exotic fur and a pair of crocodile skin boots.

The only reason everybody in this arena isn’t watching an extremely depressing display of wrestling by Dillon Durst and Anson right now is because ‘The Great’ Prince Mephisto bought this time for himself! And you can all thank me later.

The arrogant individual known as Prince Mephisto on the stage is met with a chorus of boos and jeers from the Faithful as they would rather be watched the ‘extremely depressing’ wrestling match they paid to see. Instead they are forced to listen to Mephisto as he goes on.

You people must surely understand that money is the only thing that matters in this world. You should know, because looking into the sea of all you poor souls I don’t see a single one of you that matters in the slightest.

The PCW Faithful voice their disgust and outrage, but having clearly acquired this time by virtue of his deep wallet, ‘The Great’ Prince Mephisto is not willing to part with his limelight yet. He stands on the stage, twizzling his microphone in his hand as if relishing the animosity of the crowd, his icy blue eyes looking out into the mass of angry faces.

You paid what little money you have to come here and watch what was put in front of you like mindless animals. I paid my money to walk out here and give all of you a once in a lifetime memory. Who has the power here? Me, ‘The Great’ Prince Mephisto. And with power comes respect… but none of that matters because with money you get EVERYTHING!”

Boos and jeers grow louder and louder until they are deafening and the Faithful threaten to burst through the constraints of the security barrier to attack the obnoxious young capitalist on the stage. To his credit, Mephisto merely stands and stares back at them with a sly grin on his lips, not reacting in the slightest to their insults.

I have paid for only the best training, I have bought the best facilities, I have hired all the expertise I need to reach the top of this industry and soon you will get to see what all that has been for. Soon, very soon, you will pay your money to sit there as ‘The Great’ Prince Mephisto starts his journey toward PCW Gold!

With that, ‘The Great’ Prince Mephisto throws his microphone into the crowd as if giving them a ‘gift’, a gift the PCW Faithful look upon with not even a hint of generosity. Instead the massive jeers continue as the arrogant newcomer walks backstage, followed until the very last moment by the blinding spotlight.

Match Two
Singles Match
Wasp (Tag Team Champion) vs High Tide (Tag Team Champion)
Referee: Charles Lim

The fans boo loudly as Welcome to the Jungle hits, and the lights flash furiously. Wasp comes out looking more invigorated than he has been the last few weeks. He unlike his Freebooter partner wastes no time with antics and is practically running for the ring as he slides under the bottom rope. He walks to far ropes, one foot on the mat and one on the ropes. The crowd although booing can tell that he is ready for this match to begin, and are indeed left confused.

With very little lighting and effects that simulate lightning, High Tide (in a viking outfit) walks down the ramp slightly crouched over, as if he was sitting. He holds a large pirate flag in one hand, and in the other he is imitating steering a ship. He does this until he gets to the ring where he motions dropping and anchor and proceeds to hop on to the turnbuckle and dive headfirst over the ropes, rolling into a standing position. Then he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and pulls out a spyglass, looking around at the audience. He mimics loading a cannon and as he motions firing it and jumps off the turnbuckle into the ring (to imitate recoil) as fireworks shoot from all four turnbuckles.

Notorious for bending rules to their liking, Charles Lim pats both men down with more vigor than normal, and deems that both men are not concealing anything and motions for the bell to signal the beginning of the match. Tide and Wasp meet in the center of the ring with a few exchanged words and a quick handshake, before each adopting their fighting stances.

Tide is quick to strike, diving for the legs of Wasp, and neatly taking him down with a double leg takedown. He tries for a quick pin, but before the referee can even make a full one count Wasp has his shoulders off the mat, and is pushing Tide off of him. Tide rebounds off the nearest ropes and goes for a clothesline on the rising Wasp who ducks. Tide rebounds off the ropes and right into a big boot! Wasp is quick to climb the turnbuckle and as Tide rises he goes for a flying dropkick!

The older man is in surprise as Tide catches him by the legs and using his own momentum against him, slams him down on the mat on his back. Tide cycles right into a two legs hooked pin. 1…2.kickout. Tide is up now and doesn’t wait for Wasp to rise, bouncing off the ropes and delivering a baseball slide kick right to Wasp’s face. He drops to cover Wasp again. 1…2…kickout! The frustration is visible in Tide’s eyes as he gives the referee an exasperated look.

Tide has the same idea as Wasp and looks to end the match quickly and climbs the ropes. Suddenly the crowd can be heard cheering and Tide turns to see none other than Cory Steel and Tyler Hendrix wading through a part in the crowd, who are all slapping them on the back or merely touching the superstars, so they can tell all their friends at home. Tide waits on the turnbuckle, ready to launch himself at whoever comes at him first. Suddenly the crowd pops even louder as Sebastian St. Paul of The New Breed and Citizen suddenly appear in a full sprint from the back.

Tide appears to be caught in between two sets of enemies, and is getting ready to launch himself at St. Paul but stops when he sees the duo run right PAST him and cut off Cory Steel and Tyler Hendrix who have just hopped over the barrier. A huge double clothesline sends both men back over the barrier. They regain their feet quickly, and as St. Paul tries to climb over the barrier, a well executed double kick from the two men impedes his progress. Steel and Hendrix look up at Tide, who is still transfixed on the situation, and then back to Citizen and St. Paul and they decide to take off the way they came, realizing that they were suddenly outnumbered. Instead of chase them, St. Paul stands guard over the slowly closing part in the crowd, as if daring the two would be assailants to return.

Confused but with no time to ask questions, Tide returns his attention to Wasp. However the only thing in his field of vision is The Great White North. The superkick rocks the Viking pirate and sends him right off the turnbuckle to the outside, crashing hard on the mat near the feet of St. Paul and Citizen. Both men shuffle a few feet to the side, but make no move to attack the fallen pirate, which earns them a great cheer from the crowd.

Charles Lim has no choice but to begin a count, but Wasp has other ideas. By the time the referee gets to three, Wasp is out of the ring and dragging High Tide to his feet. Not wanting to get a win by count out, it takes him another three seconds to roll the body of his tag team partner into the ring and slides in himself. Wasp waits for High Tide to rise, and rebounds off the rope, and catches the defenseless pirate with a Stinger! He quickly drops into the pin.

1…

2…

3!

Winner: Wasp

As the bell rings to signal the end of the match, Wasp immediately is making sure Tide is okay. He helps the pirate to his feet, when suddenly Citizen and Sebastian St. Paul are in the ring and Wasp is on his guard as well as the still semi-stunned Tide. The pair makes no move to attack. St. Paul points at himself, then at the Freebooters and mimics putting a belt around his waist. Wasp appears to consider it for a moment and then in a surprise twist, looks to the fans with his arms open as if to say “Well, what do you think?” The crowd roars approvingly at the prospect of The New Breed and The Freebooters meeting for what could possibly be the final time for the belts and they only get louder as Wasp offers his hand, which St. Paul promptly shakes. Both pairs of men head to the back, The Freebooters followed by the uninjured of The New Breed ... separately of course.

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Match Three
Genesis Championship Match
Kelli "Dollface" Starr (Genesis Champion) vs Arica "Trouble" Lewitt vs Cory Steel
Referee: Melina Cruz

We’re back from commercial and reigning Genesis Champion Kelli Starr is first on the scene, the rapid harpsichord music of Emilie Autumn’s “Syringe" sounding 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 her opponents without an apparent care in the world.

“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, seen walking towards Starr! Kelli tenses but remains calm as Arica approaches, leaning in as the shorter Lewitt says a few quiet words. The mic is too far away to catch the brief exchange, but viewers can see Dollface shake her head and step back as Trouble returns to her own corner, perching up on the turnbuckle and looking aggravated.

The arena turns red and black, and "Oblivion" by Mastodon hits! Cory Steel emerges from the back a calm and focused look on his face. He walks down the ramp with no intentions of anything else except winning his match, he rolls under the bottom rope quickly getting to his feet and goes straight to his corner. Taking a hair tie from his pocket he pulls his hair back and then remains still, no sooner does Melina Cruz give the signal for the bell than Arica LAUNCHES herself off the turnbuckle straight at Cory Steel!!

Clearly wasting no time in getting the first hits in, Lewitt drops Steel to the mat with a surprise dropkick, Cory’s reflexes giving him just enough time to get his arms up to absorb most of the actual damage. Kelli makes a show of checking her manicure, pointedly ignoring Lewitt’s efforts to subdue the much larger Steel. Trouble struggles to get Cory in a pinning situation, but it’s far too early in the 15-minute Genesis match for that. Steel shoves Arica violently away, a quick roll for distance and he’s on his feet again and ready to go, this time targeting Dollface!

Starr is ready for him, her MMA training serving her well as she weaves around his heavy strikes, smashing a perfectly placed kick into the side of his left knee! Down goes the giant, no amount of mass making up for a joint slip, Steel clutching his knee with both hands in obvious (albeit very manly) pain. Dollface capitalizes on the moment, darting over to Lewitt and engaging in a rapid fire exchange of strikes, Arica doing her best to use her smaller size to the advantage in avoiding damage. Starr’s back to the center of the ring, working Trouble into the corner hard and fast, she doesn’t see Cory Steel staggering to his feet and lurching forward towards her! As two large hands drop on Kelli’s shoulders, she’s spun around in place, too surprised to do anything but watch as Steel takes a step back and delivers a Big Boot to her chest, dropping her to the mat!!

With Kelli still on all fours on the mat, struggling to regain her breath after the powerful blow to the sternum, Steel makes his motives clear as instead of pinning Kelli - he moves in on Lewitt! Raising his fists he begins to absolutely HAMMER away at Arica, backing her against a turnbuckle with a series of brutal strikes, leaving her helpless to use her trademark agility and speed; it’s become a contest of mass, and Lewitt is clearly in “Trouble”. Suddenly the crowd explodes into activity as newcomer Jonathon Thomas Cross comes tearing down the ramp! He hits the ring and is on Cory like an angry pitbull, savaging the larger Steel with his own weakening blows to the sides before tearing him off of Lewitt!!

The two men duke it out in the center of the ring, Melina Cruz trying to break them up without getting caught in the crossfire as PCW security moves in to remove JTC. A med tech homing in on the still-downed Arica Lewitt as she stirs on the mat, raising her head groggily. Back in the center of the action, Jonathon knocks Cory spinning with a heavy right hand just as security reaches him, pulling him away from the match! Whether Jonathan Thomas Cross is chivalrous or merely opportunistic remains unclear for the time being as he’s led up the ramp, Arica shaking off the hands of the med tech and rising to her feet! The crowd bursts into cheers for her indomitable spirit, clearly that of a true fighter despite anything they might feel about her personally.

Dollface has also regained her feet across the ring, a half-smile curving her lips as she gives Arica a nod of respect. Arica nods back, pointing to the still disoriented Steel as she unsteadily climbs the ropes! Precariously mounting a turnbuckle, she makes her shaky way to standing, using the last of her strength to throw herself at Steel in a frog splash! Making the connect she rolls off, barely moving on the mat. Kelli climbs the ropes herself, flying in an elbow drop towards the prone body of Cory Steel - and makes the connect! With Trouble still fighting to maintain consciousness after the punishing match, Kelli is free to wrap Steel up and make the pin.

...1!

...2!

...3!!

Winner: Kelli “Dollface” Starr

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The Theme Song for Hostile Takeover IV!  FUCK YEAH!

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Match Four
Singles Match
Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith vs Tyler Hendrix
Referee: Roberto Garcia

The two competitors circle the ring. Hendrix makes the first move, darting forward in an attempt to lock up. Smith dodges the attack and he delivers a swift kick to Hendrix's mid-section. Smith then drives another kick into Hendrix's gut, doubling him over. He attempts third strike, but Hendrix moves out of the way. Hendrix now runs at Smith with a clothesline, but Smith ducks it. Smith leaps up with a dropkick, sending Hendrix flying back into the turnbuckle.

Hendrix steps out of the corner and again the two competitors circle each other. Tyler Hendrix again lunges forward and this time he manages to lock up with Smith. Hendrix puts the pressure on and he backs Crazy Boy into the corner.

With his back to the corner, Cray Boy has no where to go as Hendrix drives his shoulder into his mid-section. Hendrix now stands up, driving his knee into Smith' ribs. Smith doubles over. Hendrix grabs him and sends his down to the mat with a DDT! Hendrix now with a quick cover.

1...

2...

Kickout!

Hendrix pulls Tyrone Smith up now. As he does, Crazy Boy leaps up and he manages to catch Hendrix with a jumping heel kick! Tyler Hendrix hits the canvas.

Smith then pulls Hendrix up and he Irish whips him across the ring. Crazy Boy attempts a clothesline, but Hendrix ducks it. Hendrix then kicks Smith in the chest and he sets him up and delivers a suplex! Tyler then pulls Smith to his feet. He Irish whips him across the ring and rushes at him. Tyler Hendrix leaps up with a missile dropkick but Smith moves out of the way and Hendrix hits the mat! Crazy Boy then grabs Hendrix from behind and he hits him with a neckbreaker!

Tyrone Smith pulls Hendrix up and he hits him with a one armed DDT! Crazy Boy then drops an elbow on Hendrix and goes for the cover!

1…..

2……

Kickout!

Smith pulls Hendrix up to his feet. He Irish whips him across the ring. As Hendrix rebounds, Smith clotheslines him down to the mat. Smith then runs off of the ropes and he hits Hendrix with an elbow drop. Crazy Boy pulls Tyler up, but suddenly Tyler Hendrix kicks him in the midsection. Tyrone Smith is doubled over. Hendrix grabs him by the head and sends him crashing down to the mat with a burning lariat.

Hendrix pulls Smith up to his feet. He grabs him and sets his up for a suplex! Smith blocks the move and he hits Hendrix with a suplex of his own. Smith now sets Hendrix up and he DDTs him down to the mat! Smith now with a cover

1...

2...

Smith now pulls Hendrix to his feet. He Irish whips him off of the ropes. Hendrix ducks a clothesline and then he leaps up and hits Crazy Boy with a reverse hurricanrana!

Tyler Hendrix now with a cover.

1...

2...

Now Hendrix pulls Smith up. He Irish whips him off of the ropes. Both men are caught thinking the same thing and they clothesline each other down to the mat! With both men down, the referee starts his count.

Slowly, each competitor begins to make his way to his feet. The referee stops the count, but suddenly everyone’s attention is turned to the entrance way! {BLACKED OUT} comes down and he slides into the ring. Both Crazy Boy and Tyler Hendrix turn to face him, surprised by his presence in their match. Suddenly {BLACKED OUT} charges at both men, knocking both of them down at the same time with a double clothesline.

The referee calls for the bell.

{BLACKED OUT} then turns and exits the ring, leaving both men struggling to get to their feet. As he walks up the ramp, the announcer officially declares this match a “NO CONTEST” ... and he’s gone just as quickly as he arrived. The crowd is unsure what to make of this, as always silent as the ether .... as we go to our first commercial break of the evening.

Winner: NO CONTEST via Double Disqualification

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We’re backstage and with none other than the boss himself, Skylar Marshall. Normally, Marshall would be exuding confidence and business-like professionalism ... but right now? He’s looking completely irate and unhinged. The ranting into his cell phone adding an exclamation point to his fury, it’s no wonder that the head poking into his office is as timid as he is. The nameless man beginning to enter the room, Skylar cuts his eyes towards the man with a glare of pure death ... he beckons the man to wait as he finishes his call. Lack of security, trespassers in the building ... he hangs up mid-sentence.

It’s that serious.

‘What do you want?! This better be a matter of life and death, you peon! I don’t have time for your problems.’

The man is shaking nervously in place, the box in his hands trembling. He doesn’t say a word as he sits it down. Skylar is not the LEAST bit impressed.

‘That’s -it-? GET OUT OF MY OFFICE! NOW!’

The man wastes no time and high-tails it back out into the relative safety of the corridor outside. Skylar is fuming. Pacing in the office. ‘Where is Double D? He’d better rear his flaming head real soon ... ‘ Skylar grabbing the box, he’s almost animalistic in his opening of the package ... and once open?

SHEER.

PANIC.

His face drops all emotion. Mouth slightly agape, he looks into the box and back to the door. With a motion as quick as any Andy D highlight reel would show, Skylar is back on his phone and the feed is forced to cut as we go back to the ringside area and ...

Match Five
Singles Match
Nathan Saniti vs Rick Majors
Referee: Steve Shaw

The gritty, dystopian opener to REM’s “Circus Envy” sounds over the PCW loudspeakers as Saniti strolls out from the back. The crowd greets him with jeers and boos, the cameras panning to a couple of signs like “BRING BACK Q" and “GET A STRAIGHTJACKET FOR N. SANITI" as Nathan just grins, soaking in the loathing coming his way from the crowd. 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. He gives several flourishing bows to the jeering crowd, the demented grin still firmly in place.

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 - but his music is cut short as Saniti launches forward in a preemptive attack! The lights come on full as Steve Shaw calls for the bell, the match already off to an explosive start. Majors fires back at Saniti with a barrage of martial arts style strikes, Saniti countering with several grapple attempts. Majors skillfully blocks the grapple attempts, but Saniti somehow manages to get a few strikes of his own in, his deceptively flamboyant dress belying his above average build.

Back and forth the two battle, exchanging strikes and tie-ups with neither man getting the upper hand; Majors remaining grimly resigned while Saniti retains his malevolent, gentlemanly aplomb. With a show of brute force, Majors shoves Nathan violently away and delivers a vicious roundhouse kick to the outside of Saniti’s right leg! Quick reflexes alone are all that save Nathan’s knee, the damaging impact directed instead into the heavier mass at the thigh. N. Saniti stumbles back from the blow, Rick Majors pressing the advantage to pursue for a running clothes line! Saniti deftly turns the stumble into a dodge, Majors careening into the ropes, rebounding back towards Nathan who manipulates him into an Irish Whip straight into the turnbuckle!

Following Majors into the corner, Saniti lays in a few strikes, violently patterned sleeves flailing wildly, obscuring his actions, suddenly flipping the disoriented Majors into a surprise snap suplex!! Majors lands hard, Saniti following him down for a pin attempt, Shaw slipping in to make the count:

...- not yet!

Majors gets his shoulder up JUST before the one-count, it’s clear that he’s not close to done. The two combatants separate and retreat to separate corners for a moment, taking stock of the situation. They rush towards each other, and the two men lock it up in the center of the ring, each jockeying for some sort of leverage to use against their opponent. Struggling and straining, seemingly at an impasse until Saniti manages to twist around and get Majors into a headlock! Majors struggles mightily, keeping Saniti on the move in an effort to keep the hold secure. Keeping Nathan on the move, and walking him straight towards the ropes! Throwing all his weight into it, Majors forces himself and Nathan into a bounce off the ropes, using the rebound as momentum to slip out of Saniti’s hold and shove him across the ring! N.Saniti hits the ropes on the other side, bouncing off and sending himself BARRELING into Majors with a bullrush!

With Majors down but struggling to rise, Saniti takes a moment to play it up to the crowd, seeming to delight in their boos and disparaging shouts as he saunters slowly towards Majors, doffing his top hat as he goes. Majors gets to his knees, using the ropes to pull himself up to a standing position as Nathan approaches with his top hat raised; lifting it back, swinging it towards Majors’ head...but NO! Multi-colored, glittering smoke ERUPTS from the hat, billowing out and catching N. Saniti full in the face!! A misfired trick? A booby trap Saniti set incorrectly!? Whatever the case, Nathan drops the hat and drops to his knees, coughing and choking, utterly disoriented as he weaves where he kneels! Majors lunges in, taking Saniti straight down to the mat with a heavy impact spear, gathering him up for a pin!

...1!

...2!

...3!!!

Winner: Rick Majors via Pinfall

Majors crawling off of Saniti, he begins to escape up the ramp ... but lo and behold, NON COMPOS MENTIS! He’s on a full tear as he comes crashing into Rick Majors’ back. A bum rush in all sorts of literal and metaphorical ways! Saniti in the ring more worried about the hat, he crawls off to the side and slips out unnoticed while all the attention is on NCM and Majors who are duking it out.

NCM getting the better of Majors, it’s looking as though we’re going to have a very BAD ending for Mr. Majors ...

... but TRISTAN SLATER!

He’s out like a bolt of lightning and on NCM in no time! Majors managing to free himself from NCM’s frenzied attack, Slater eagerly takes his place ... ready to start his match and make a lasting impression on the PCW great. The referee attempting to separate the two, we head to commercial break as officials try and restore some sort of order.

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Match Six

Singles Match

Non Compos Mentis vs Tristan Slater

Referee: Manny Cruz

Back from our second commercial of the evening and NCM and Tristan Slater are already going back and forth thanks to the quick jump-start before the break.

Slater whipping NCM across the ring, he catches NCM with a back elbow and the crowd pops as Slater drops a knee to the forehead. A fist drop. Finally, Slater just drops to the mat and starts raining down blows, knowing that the only way to communicate with one such as Non Compos Mentis is to converse in the language of grunge and filth, brutality. NCM fighting and struggling, he makes it to the ropes and begins to pull himself out onto the apron ... but Slater will not relent and proceeds to drag NCM back into the center of the ring.

Still holding the leg, he drops his own knee onto NCM’s and twists, a nasty looking grapevined knee bar. NCM reaching for Slater’s hair, the referee stops him before he can get a good handful and NCM drops back to the mat in exasperation. With all the will afforded him, NCM reaches up and manages to snake an arm around Slater’s neck and pulls him back ... the sudden movement surprising Slater enough to force him into releasing the hold. NCM wrenching a sleeper hold from his back, Slater kicks and tries to pry the arms from his carotid artery.

The referee is checking Slater carefully. Slater refuses to tap or say anything other than a choice word or two for the referee who is asking him something as silly as whether or not he wants to give up. Slater bridging up, he finds traction with a foot on either side of NCM’s waist ... forcing his own body up and using the leverage to hold NCM’s shoulders to the mat. A pinfall attempt from a sleeperhold! AMAZING!

A two count and NCM breaks the hold to escape the pinfall, the loud gasp by Slater sounding out loudly in the middle of the ring as he catches the first full breath he’s had in a few agonizing minutes. As Slater slowly begins to crawl towards the ropes, NCM drags himself to his feet ... the left knee causing him a bit of a hitch as he stands fully upright. Slater still dazed, NCM moves towards his opponent but Slater is there with a wild right hand that catches NCM square on the jaw. NCM staggering back, he retaliates with a haymaker of his own.

Both these men swinging for the fences now, Slater ducks under a punch and fires off a flurry of body shots that doubles NCM over. Hooking the waist, Slater signals for the finish ... but NCM fights it off! Breaking Slater’s grip around his waist, he plants Slater with a beautiful backdrop and goes for ... wait, no ... he’s passing Slater! Off the ropes ... THOCK! The sound of NCM’s forearm and elbow crashing into Slater’s skull is sickening and is almost too much to show on television. It’s THAT graphic of a shot.

A pinfall attempt ... and this one is over as it’s lights out for Tristan Slater at the hands of Non Compos Mentis.

Winner: Non Compos Mentis

NCM stumbling to his feet after the hard-fought match against Tristan Slater, he looks around at the crowd ... and beckons them. And from the woodwork they pour. We have seen hide nor hair of the Hobo Army in a few months, but tonight ... The Horde makes its’ dirty, dirty return! Three ragged looking bums hitting the ring, they push aside a cameraman or two as we finally are treated to the horrific sight of Tristan Slater being clawed, scratched ... kicked and punched as the cameras suddenly switch to a different feed as they try to rectify the Hobo invasion.

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Match Seven

Non-Title Singles Match

Grimm vs MONROE (International Champion) 

Referee: Nolan Burke

We’re back from the break with a quick recap, footage of Tristan Slater being helped out of the ring by officials and security after the brazen assault by Non Compos Mentis and his Hobo Horde. We’ll get an update on his condition later but right now, it’s time for our Main Event!

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.

As the drum track of Gary Clark Jr’s 'Numb’ kicks in, the pyrotechnics set off from the top of the stage setup, releasing a torrential rain of sparks down to the stage below – it is then that MONROE steps through the curtains in full view of the crowd.

The sparks bounce off his jacket as MONROE simply gazes upon the ring. He looks to the left, then to the right, and his gaze cuts straight down the center of the ramp. After a moment or slowly, he begins a casual march in the direction of the ring. After a couple seconds walk, he simply slides into the ring and hits the ropes twice ... rolling on the rebound and popping to his feet to stare directly at the Lord of Misrule.

The bell rings and the match is underway as the two top PCW superstars in Grimm and MONROE stare each other down. The two quickly move forward and Monroe is quick to get in close with Grimm, tying him up. Grimm however expects this move, and responds with a vicious headbutt. In Monroe’s defense, he does not back off, and for his troubles, he takes a second headbutt to the face. The international champion accepts the blows, and then relinquishes his grip on Grimm before slipping behind him. With a perfectly executed chop block he takes him down to the mat.

Quickly he drops down on top of Grimm, but PCW’s most fearsome wrestler knows better than to let Monroe take it to the mat, and quickly rolls to the side. Both men gain their feet neither eager to let the other man get a good grasp on them. Monroe moves first, quickly darting in with a running clothesline, but Grimm ducks. Monroe keeps going though and rebounds off the ropes and delivers a running European uppercut right to the jaw of Grimm. Surprisingly Grimm is still standing, and unleashes a hard right of his own! The two cold, calculated wrestlers trade blows, one Grimm punch for every Monroe uppercut until both are a little wobbly on their feet.

The suddenly and with ferocity it is Grimm who strikes, a trio of vicious headbutts to the face, knocking Monroe to the mat and showing the world why it is unwise to engage in a fist fight with Grimm. He lifts Monroe, getting ready to plant him with a Foddershock when suddenly Monroe gets a arm hooked around the back of Grimm’s head and sends him face first into the mat! He quickly goes for a pin. 1…2...kickout!

Monroe is up quickly, pulling Grimm up to his feet. He wastes absolutely no time knowing exactly how dangerous Grimm is and gets in close, throwing a flurry of fists, knees and elbows. He backs Grimm against the ropes before he connects with a head kick out of nowhere! Amazingly Grimm is still on his feet, if supported by the ropes, and Monroe looks to have murder in his eyes. Looking to take the head right off of Grimm, an area he has been targeting all match, he comes in for a heavy clothesline.

At the last second Grimm drops low and pulls the ropes down. Monroe is moving way too fast to stop, and goes awkwardly over the ropes and crashes to the unforgiving floor on the outside of the ring. Tenacity is the only thing that allows him to make it back to his feet, but Grimm notices Monroe is favoring one of his legs and spots an opportunity. He runs to the far ropes, and rebounding off them he throws himself over the mat and crashes with the full force of his projectile body into Monroe, which ends up with both men in a heap on the floor.

The referee gives them both a moment, but then has no choice but to start a count. He gets to four before Grimm begins to rise, and by seven Grimm is back in the ring with Monroe rising. Monroe manages to pull himself back into the ring at nine on the dot, and uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet. Grimm has been in the ring for nearly three seconds and although he is hurting after the unprecedented leap to the outside, he is in far better shape than Monroe, who barely seems to be able to stand. Still the determined, never say die, Monroe moves to engage Grimm and throws another of his famous headkicks. Grimm manages to catch his leg before it connects and without any remorse delivers the Sword of Heimdall to Monroe’s leg!

Monroe would have fallen to the mat, yet he was still in the deadly grasp of Grimm, who was keeping him on his one foot. Throwing Monroe’s leg down he quickly hooks his arm around the back of Monroe’s head and plants him on the mat! The Harvest! Grimm drops down and hooks a leg for the pin. 1…2…3!

Winner: Grimm

As “Dream Song” by Ministry hits signaling Grimm’s victory the crowd is left to the scene of the fearsome wrestler standing over the fallen Monroe. With the referee attending to him with far more concern than the average match, it paints a frightening picture. As we are about to go to a commercial break, the audience at home gets a glimpse of a stretcher being rolled out.

[Murdoc]

Main Event
Tag Team Match
Tyler "The British Lion" Scott (British Commonwealth Champion) & Eira vs Michael "Mr. Showtime" Wryght & Andy D. (World Champion)
Referee: Tyrone Little

It’s a little odd to see it ... but watching Andy D walking out to the ring with Michael Wryght? NEVER thought that would happen. But here it is, Andy D and Mr. Showtime walking to the ring with ‘Are You Not Entertained’ blaring over the loudspeakers. As they stand at the top of the entrance way, the crowd is actually cheering for this pairing. It’s not a shock to Michael Wryght, because he knows how awesome he is. But deep down, everyone knows that Showtime hasn’t been the most well-received of talents in the not-too-distant past.

Andy and Showtime both walking to the ring in a show of unity, they slide in amidst the cheers and adulation of the fans in attendance. Those cheers suddenly turning to the most mixed reaction you would ever hear. ‘Dystopic’ by Position Audio ringing out, the number one contender to the world champion emerges from the curtains ... a slow and methodical walk as she shows no hesitation, walking straight down the ramp towards the ringside area. It’s only when she gets there that she stops ...

... awaiting the arrival of her partner that never happens.

As the crowd is restless and eager to start the match, the PCW Tron flickers to life and the first image we get is that of Tyler Scott, the ‘British Commonwealth’ Champion ... with a steel chair wrapped around his neck. Well, what is left of a steel chair anyways. The image is quite jarring and the crowd lets out a heavy gasp as officials race into the picture after a few tense moments.

Andy D and Michael Wryght are standing across the ring from Eira, who is now all on her lonesome. Does she look bothered? Not to me, at least. As she rolls in, she immediately moves over to the referee and begins speaking mater-of-factly ... Tyrone asking her quite adamantly if she’s sure. She nods solemnly and Tyrone Little moves to the ropes and confers with Mark Long, who announces that this will now be a HANDICAPPED MATCH! Eira is going to take on a former World Champion and the current World Champion ALL ALONE!

Main Event
Two-on-One Match
Eira vs Michael "Mr. Showtime" Wryght & Andy D. (World Champion)
Referee: Tyrone Little

The crowd lets out a massive cheer for this, not only for the match still being booked ... but the undaunted defiance of Eira! She’s getting more cheers than as of late, but it doesn’t seem to faze her as she stretches in her corner ... tugging on the ropes and waiting for whoever steps into the ring with her. It’s Showtime, who else wants the lion’s share of the spotlight? He’s got that cocky grin plastered on his face but the crowd is eating it up.

Eira?

She’s going straight for the jugular.

Literally.

A quick dash with a shuffle side kick thrown high to the chest of Showtime and that grin is no longer there. Some quick back and forth action between the two ... Eira managing to stay a step or two ahead of the decorated PCW superstar, it’s Showtime on the receiving end of a vicious dropkick that sends him flying back into his own corner and scrambling to recover his senses as Eira pushes forward. Several well placed shots and Eira is riding the wave of momentum as Showtime does anything he can to put a little distance between himself and the number one contender.

The two meeting in the center of the ring, it looks as though they’ll be locking up properly but ... no. A pair of fingers to the eyes by Showtime and Eira is reeling, rubbing the sparkles away as she forces herself to make a strategic retreat. The referee warning Showtime about the illegal tactics, Showtime pushes the advantage and moves in for his chance at revenge. Imagine HIS surprise when Eira takes him to the ground via double-leg takedown and just HAPPENS to have one of her knees land directly on his crotch.

Instead of trying to wrestle the larger Showtime on the mat, she backs away after the sudden shift in momentum to let him get to his feet. She knows her strengths and a blitzkrieg is her best chance at derailing the larger Michael Wryght. As he gets up, Eira makes a rare mistake and moves too close ... erroneously thinking Wryght to be wounded more than he actually is. Closing in, Showtime grabs Eira by the hair and uses all his weight and literally hurls Eira into the nearest set of turnbuckles. The springs clattering with a heavy metallic CLANK, Showtime manages to make it to his own corner and make the tag to his partner.

And the roof comes UNGLUED.

Andy D hitting the ring, his lightning speed carrying him to Eira in the blink of an eye. Andy D rocking the reeling number one contender with elbows, knees and kicks to the legs ... it’s speed versus speed and these two competitors are some of the fastest in the whole of PCW. Eira pushing Andy back, he’s back on her in a hot minute, keeping her subdued with blazing strikes. Andy D forcing Eira down into a seated position, he drags her by the leg to the center of the ring and ... once there ... hops into the air and drops a beautiful leg across her neck.

Quick pinfall followed by almost a two-count, Eira is scratching and clawing back to her feet. As Andy waits for her to stand, he’s on the attack just as soon as she’s on her feet ... BOOM! Eira snaps off a desperation POWERSLAM that leaves the crowd in amazement at the from-nowhere show of strength. Eira on top of Andy, she goes for her OWN cover ... but it’s broken by Mr. Showtime at the two count. As the referee kindly escorts Showtime back to his corner, Andy and Eira are on roughly even footing at the moment as they begin to trade shots.

Andy managing to duck under a lariat that’s a half-second off, he wraps his arms around her neck and lands a beautiful sleeperslam that he follows up with a pinfall attempt. Attempt, because Eira is NOT going to go quietly into the night. Forcing her way out, Andy makes sure she stays planted as he scales the turnbuckle ... and feels the slap of Showtime’s hand on his back. Showtime interjecting himself into the match, he rushes Eira who meets him in the middle of the ring with a clothesline. Showtime dropped to the mat, Eira struggles to make it to her feet while Andy returns to the outside ...

... but not for long.

For you see, the arena has gotten dim. Dimmer. Until all the lights have gone out. The crowd murmurs ... but there’s a general consensus on what’s going to happen next. And happen it DOES. There he is. ‘Xerxes’ by Audiomachine playing out solemnly over the loudspeakers, he stands at the top of the ramp and just stares at the men who are attempting to take advantage of the numbers game against his better half. Not on HIS watch. As he stomps his way to the ring, Eira is leaning on the bottom rope ... almost a look of irritation crossing her features as he enters the ring. The referee is attempting to stop what’s coming ... but there is no stopping it.

He will not be stopped.

Running through Showtime with a clothesline, he moves to Andy D in a flash and connects with a HUGE boot OVER the top rope that sends Andy flying off to the guardrail behind him. Picking Showtime up, he rears back and absolutely DECIMATES him with a right hand that lays the Frickin’ Superstar out. As Eira reaches the center of the ring, she stop him from doing anymore damage ... but the damage is done.

DING DING DING!

Winner: Michael Wryght & Andy D via disqualification

As Eira hears the bell ring, she whips her head towards the referee and then to her cohort ...a look of pure annoyance on her face. As he looks at her for the longest time, what looks like a sigh escapes his chest as he goes towards the ringside area with purpose. Grabbing one, he moves into the ring and holds his hands towards her in almost a pleading manner as he reaches into a pocket on his pants ...

... and he raises the paper into the air and the microphone to his lips.

‘ ... I AM.’

The paper ... the camera focuses in on it at the last second as time runs out.

IT’S A PURE CLASS CONTRACT!

But how did MURDOC convince Skylar Marshall to offer him a contract?!

-CLICK!-

<sub>Anson vs Dillon Durst is thrown out
Wasp def. High Tide
Kelli Starr def. Cory Steel & Arica Lewitt
Tyler Hendrix vs. Tyrone Smith is ruled a No-Contest
Rick Majors def. Nathan Saniti
Non Compos Mentis def. Tristan Slater
Grimm def. MONROE
Michael Wryght and Andy D def. Eira 

A big shoutout to Kris, Tide and Rick Majors.  You guys did an excellent job with such little notice of the format change.  Hopefully it'll be a smooth transition for us all for next week.  But hey, this is the LAST CARD before the break and the pay-per-view.  Kick out the jams and let's light some fires!   8-)</sub>