Trauma 150 Results!

[Murdoc]

Match One

Loser Leaves Singles Match

‘The Amazing One’ Maize vs. Cory ‘The Bear’ Steel

Referee: Joseph Buckland

“Down with the Sickness” by Disturbed blasts through the arena to get this night started. Here comes “The Amazing One” Maize. Dressed in his black ring gear, Maize struts through the curtain, exuding confidence. He smacks the hands of the fans on both sides of the isle as he makes his way down. Paying no attention to the sudden rise in decibels, Maize continues his jaunt to the ring when he’s suddenly blindsided by Cory Steel!

The Bear spins Maize around and Irish whips him to the opposite retaining wall, where he wilts down the barricade to the floor. Cory pulls Maize to his feet, buy Maize connects with a European Uppercut, nearly flooring Cory. Both men get to their vertical bases, trading fist after fist, neither giving an inch. Finally Cory once again gains the upper hand, sending his opponent hard into the ring apron. Maize yelps, landing on all fours. Cory palms The Amazing One’s head like a basketball, leading him toward a ring post, but Maize blocks the Bear’s bad intentions. Cory tries again with the same results, this time Maize answers with a hard elbow to the solar plexus.

Joseph Buckland finally signals for more official and security to help bring this to order. Security and zebras alike rain down on the scene in an attempt to pry the two apart, but neither man is going quietly. Buckland jumps down from the ring, admonishing both men, but they are both preoccupied with screaming obscenities at each other. Finally, the ref shakes his head and signals for a “no contest.”

Winner: No Contest

Match Two

Genesis Championship Match 

Justin ‘Stormm’ Michaels (Genesis Champion) vs. Rick Majors

Referee: Eric Russo

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, Justin hops up onto the apron and climbs through the ropes before motioning to the crowd once more.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Taken down, taken down, taken down"]

He enters the ring, still only lit by the spotlight. He then stands in the center of the ring, looking out towards the crowd. He slowly starts to circle the ring, avoiding Stormm as he proceeds with his pre-match warmups.

["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 like a jackal, awaiting the start of the match; Stormm hamming it up to the crowd a bit while Eric Russo steps forward and reminds both men of the Genesis Championship match rules. Both men nod their understanding, and Russo calls for the bell - the match is on!

Stormm starts the match in an explosion of action, controlling the ring early with a flurry of forearms and a quick series of armdrags. Playing it up to the crowd as he parades Majors around the ring like a show pony, Stormm loses his grip on Majors, who uses the second’s slip to twist violently away! As Stormm staggers back from the sudden shift, Majors rushes straight at him with a running clothesline but the quick thinking Genesis champion ducks right under it! Majors goes careening into the ropes, bouncing back just in time to meet Stormm following him with a huge dropkick that knocks Majors to the outside! Stormm goes for an uncharacteristically high risk move, perching himself up on the turnbuckle before launching himself at Majors lying prone below - but at the last second Majors rolls to the side! Russo starts his count with Stormm already stirring. Majors, quick to react, drills into Stormm with a series of boots before pulling him up and driving Stormm back first into the stairs! At an arduously long 7 count, Majors hefts Stormm into the ring and follows him in.

Majors capitalizes on Stormm’s disorientation with more stomps, focusing primarily on his left knee, weakened by past injury. It’s looking like this match might be over sooner rather than later, but Stormm isn’t yet ready to give up! As if sensing Stormm’s resolve, Majors pulls Stormm to his feet, looking for a more solid set up, but when Majors tries to lift Stormm off the mat but he resists! Instead a grimly determined Stormm reverses with a snapmare, nailing Majors with a high leg clothesline! Majors looks like he’s down, and Stormm goes in for the cover with Russo quick to follow.

...1!

- kickout!

Stormm rolls away and the two men get to their feet, but Stormm is quicker on his feet to keep the momentum going. No sooner does Majors gain his ground than Stormm unleashes a duo of flying forearms before a spectacular hurricanrana that throws Majors into the far corner! Without a second wasted, Stormm rushes at Majors and grabs his head, clearly attempting a tornado ddt. He runs up the corner and twists but Majors keeps a vertical base and reverses, launching Stormm into the corner, upside down, with a vicious northern lights suplex! Majors moves in for a pin, catching a couple of savage kicks and strikes from the downed Stormm for his efforts.

Backing off, Majors hesitates for all of half a second before he Majors grabs Stormm’s leg and drags him into the middle of the ring. Out of frustration he goes to the ropes, the usually mat-based technician springing off the middle and going for a frog splash - but Stormm gets his knees up straight into Majors’ midsection! Majors collapses over Stormm’s knees as the air is crushed out of his lungs, rolling to the corner to recover! Stormm kips up, wincing at the pressure in his left knee, advancing on Majors and hauling the slightly smaller man upwards by the hair.

Stormm signals for the end, reveling in the crowd’s cheering reaction, pulling Majors to his feet before setting him up for what looks like a suplex. The tenured Pure Class Wrestling veteran lifts Majors up, and transitions into the Force of Nature! Majors hangs there for all of a second before kicking out with savage desperation and dropping to the mat, taking Stormm by surprise with a low leg sweep! Stormm goes down, Majors using the extra time to rise to his feet.

The time limit ticking down, Majors drags Stormm to his feet and hits him with an elbow to the head that cracks across the arena, only for Stormm to reply with a headbutt of his own! The two begin to exchange skull shattering blows, clearly doing their best to knock each other out cold. Hammering strike after hammering strike comes in but neither man backs off! The hits get harder and faster until Majors spins around and throws a savage roundhouse at Stormm’s head, Stormm ducking under it and going for another high leg clothesline a- but this time Majors ducks! With Stormm off balance, Majors lifts him up and hits a vicious german suplex, planting him into the mat with a shuddering slam!

With Stormm down, Majors covers him for a pin, Russo quick to slip in and make the count.

...1!

...2!

...what?!

At the last second, Majors grabs Stormm by the head and jerks it off the mat - breaking his own pin! Russo stares on in confusion as the bell sounds to mark the end of the fifteen minutes, the match a time-limit draw and Stormm retaining the Genesis Championship!

Winner: Draw via Time-Limit; Justin “Stormm” Michaels retains Genesis Championship.

With a barely perceptible nod to no one in particular, Majors rises first to one knee, then his feet, leaving the ring and making his way towards the back without a single comment or show of emotion. Let’s follow him backstage ...

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... and backstage we are!

But in a different location, it seems.

Nathan Saniti approaches Kelli Starr’s dressing room door, rapping politely before posturing himself like a gentleman. The door cautiously pops open, the other half of the colorful duo facing the Freebooters glances through the doorway, her stance becoming guarded and tense. Nathan smiles curtly, tipping his hat.

Nathan: Good evening, my dear Miss Starr. I don’t believe we have been formally introduced.

Nathan begins to lightly take her hand, raising it to his mouth. Kelli, jerks it away, a look of mistrust etched deep in her face.

Kelli: Oh, I’ve met you, all right. Well, one of you at least. How do I know you are the real you?

A hint of sadness furrows his brow as he nods knowingly.

Nathan: Your apprehension is most understandable my dear. I must admit, there are times when even I wonder if I’m the real me as well.

Kelli looks even more uncomfortably perplexed. Nathan taps his chin in thought. Suddenly, an epiphany hits him. No really. Some strange flying creature resembling a light bulb damned near takes his head off. Nathan rights himself, chasing the being with his gaze. As it flies out of their sights, Nathan regains his thought process. He gathers the hat pins from his top and offers them to his future team mate. Kelli’s wondering look gets even more puzzled. Nevertheless, she accepts the gifts.

Nathan: I have JUST the thing. If it would garner your trust, perhaps you would hold onto these for me. This way, you may know I am the one you are to team with tonight, and not that impostor.

Kelli: What if he attacks you? Won’t you be defenseless?

Nathan: I have as many tricks up my sleeve as my doppelganger does. In fact, if you would join me for a few grilled cheeses at the dining table, I’d love to let you in on my plan.

Kelli: Um… That’s sweet, but… I’m still not sure what to think of you.

Nathan: Then please allow me to accompany you to the ring from atop the ramp once our match has arrived?

Kelli: I think I can do that.

Nathan bows graciously, his hat accompanying his wide-swinging hand.

Nathan: Until then, my dear.

Kelli snaps the door shut as Nathan directs himself towards the buffet, where scrumptious grilled cheese sandwiches of all sorts await his taste buds as we go to commercial break.

[Murdoc]

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We return from commercial backstage in a very stately looking office.

An American flag is stationed in one corner, while a PCW flag is placed strategically in another. Isabella Alexis is standing in front of the camera, arms behind her back as she clears her throat authoritatively. 'Ladies and gentlemen of Pure Class Wrestling. THIS ... is a State of the Union address.’ She smiles and slips off to the right of the camera, revealing Patrick Gregory Brooks in all his glory ... very fashionable looking suit and all. He smiles wide for the camera, looking every bit the President.

'Good evening. Tonight, I’m here before you to discuss a serious matter. Our opening contest of this evening, Cory Steel facing off against Maize ... was hijacked by terrorists!’ Isabella Alexis moves into the shot and whispers into Mr. President’s ear for a few seconds. ‘Terrorists! Al-Qaida! Flying planes into our --’ Isabella shakes her head as she continues to whisper into Brooks’ ear. He nods, seemingly comprehending what she’s saying and looking rather confused as she backs out of the shot again.

‘... that is to say, our opening contest never happened because these two men just could not wait for the match to officially start. It’s simple. If you can’t get the job done bell to bell, then your services are not required. But I’m a fair man, a man of the people. Maize, Cory Steel? You have both been placed on probationary suspension. Not only did you fail to follow accepted protocol, but there was ... for a time ... a very REAL and SERIOUS danger to our fans in attendance. I will not allow this, I will not accept this. If you decide you can abide by the laws of this great land, Pure Class Wrestling, then you’re more than welcome to re-apply for active status.’

Straightening his tie, Brooks shifts in his chair comfortably and continues on. ‘Let this be a lesson to ALL talent in our locker room. Any infraction of the stated rules WILL be handled in a manner appropriate with the severity of the infraction. There are wars to be waged in that ring. Key words: IN THAT RING. Bell-to-bell, you make your own choices and you decide whether or not a loss is worth getting your petty ‘revenge’. Outside the ring is a WHOLE different matter and will be dealt with accordingly.’

‘Thank you, and God Bless this great nation.’

_{‘ ... I still think Al-Qaida had something to do with it ... ‘}

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Match Three

Tag Team Match

The Flying Freebooters vs. ‘Dollface’ Kelli Starr & Nathan Saniti

Referee: Marcos Cruz

An unfamiliar song plays over the speaker system. The staccato notes segue into a very lovely female vocalist, ‘Happy Violence’ by Dada Life sounding out and filling the arena. Nathan Saniti and Kelli Starr make their way out from the back, their footsteps oddly in sync with the thrumming bass and arms locked as Nathan escorts Kelli like a TRUE gentleman towards the ring.

As they reach the ring, Kelli slides in and hops onto a turnbuckle ... motioning to the fans and getting them riled up while Nathan gently ascends the ringside steps and wipes his feet on the apron before entering the ring. The pair move to the far side of the ring to begin talking strategy as ...

‘Hollow’ by Alice in Chains breaks the happy tune. 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, sometimes they will interact with the fans, usually mouthing off to them, or the Freebooter's favourite, flipping them the bird. Both men climb up the stairs, and climb to the turnbuckles horizontally across from each other. They either point at their opponents already in the ring and stare them down ... if looks could kill, man.

They hop down into the ring and begin going over the match in their own right, both teams deciding to send in as the inaugural ambassadors for the contest. It looks as though Nathan and Wasp are the ones to start off and ...

DING DING DING!

... the match is underway!

Nathan and Wasp circling the ring, the two actually slap hands as a show of mutual in-ring respect before locking up in the center of the ring. Wasp wrapping Nathan in a headlock, Nathan slips out from underneath by grabbing a wrist and moving nimbly behind Wasp in a hammerlock. Wasp reaching back, trying to free himself from the front ... he finds his results to be a failure and instead goes under. Grabbing hold of one of Nathan’s ankles, he yanks hard and pulls Nathan off his feet to the mat by tripping him up and dashing towards the ropes.

Nathan is on his stomach to avoid any sort of impact and Wasp deftly hops over him. Nathan nipping up as Wasp hits the second set of ropes, Nathan grabs Wasp on the rebound and hurls him for a THIRD time to the ropes. The momentum and velocity is unreal as Wasp comes flying off the ropes ... even faster than Nathan expected. Nathan expecting Wasp to go for a Stinger early, he scrunches his body to absorb as much impact or deflect the impact to his ribs and midsection outright. Consider it a major surprise when Wasp slams into Nathan full force with a shoulder block that instantly drops the cat in the Hat.

Wasp dropping onto Nathan with a lateral press, Nathan is out at one and Wasp is grinning a bit. Having gotten the better of that exchange, Wasp grabs Nathan by a few of the many lapels or fabrics that he can get his hands on and hurls him towards his home corner and tags High Tide in. Tide hopping over the ropes, he takes it to Nathan ... the pair of them laying into Nathan’s midsection with several well-placed shots. The referee breaking up the fracas, Tide is now firmly in control of Saniti.

Taking him to the center of the ring, he snapmares Nathan down to the mat and begins laying in the boots before hopping into the air and landing a beautiful elbow drop on the windpipe of Nathan Saniti. A quick pinfall attempt, followed by a two count, and Nathan is free to take his chances away from the onslaught. Slowly but surely, Nathan begins the long crawl towards his corner and saving grace in Kelli Starr. Getting very nearly there, Tide grabs the ankle of Saniti and begins slowly pulling back.

Nathan, however, is determined to make the tag and quickly gets to his free foot ... using the upwards momentum to twist his body and land a skull-cracking enzugiri. Tide is stunned and Nathan dives towards his corner.

TAG!

Kelli is in and bum-rushes Tide with a clothesline. Tide staggers back to his feet and is met with another heavy clothesline. A third time, Tide is up and Kelli lands a modified leg scissors takedown that brings Tide to his back for a bit longer this time. Nathan having not made it out of the ring yet, he’s still crawling to his corner ... all the eyes are FIRMLY focused on Kelli cleaning house as ...

Excuse me! I beg your pardon!

The audience looks at the top of ramp. Nathan Saniti stumbles out from behind the curtain, a horrified expression on his face and what looks like a trickle of blood running down his face from a gash in his forehead. All participants in the match stop what they are doing and join the audience in their gaze.

Nathan: I’m afraid that man there is NOT the man scheduled for this match!

The referee and Kelli come over to the ropes to get a better look as the injured Nathan zig zags his way down the ramp. Kelli gets a worried look on her face as she slowly turns towards her tag partner. He holds a finger up to his mouth as he taps his hat where the pins normally would be. Kelli smirks a bit, then starts shouting at her tag partner.

The ref walks to their corner, asking him some questions. Nathan seems to stammer at the volley from both directions. The ref seems convinced that this Nathan is the wrong one. He’s sending him out! Nathan tries to plead his case, but neither Kelli nor the zebra are hearing it. Finally, Nathan concedes, grabbing his top as he heads up the ramp, his head lowered. The injured Nathan points up the ramp, screaming at him as he passes.

As the match resumes, the referee absolutely befuddled continues to monitor the action in ring, Kelli jumping into the ring to continue the attack ... hoping to get the jump on Tide. But Tide is ready and lays into her and stalls the blitzkrieg ... the pair trading blows back and forth. Kelli managing to get the drop on Tide through her quick feet and fluid reactions to his shots, she backs him into a neutral corner and begins laying heavy hands to him.

Realizing he’s slipping and losing the momentum, he shoves Kelli back away from him and slips from the ring to collect his bearings. As he begins to walk towards his corner on the outside, Kelli is up and over the top rope in a whirlwind of color ... landing a BEAUTIFUL diving plancha on High Tide! The crowd is on their feet as Kelli even manages to make it LOOK pretty and land on her feet to avoid the inevitable crash-and-burn scenario. Thrusting her fists into the air towards the crowd, she grabs Tide and throws him back into the ring to make the quick pinfall attempt.

1!

2!

... Wasp is in to break up the pinfall attempt at two, saving the match for his team.

Wasp is on the outside, attempting to rally Tide back into contendership when ... BOOM! There it is. A shove from Tide to Kelli sends the referee stumbling back into Kelli’s corner. Kelli moving off of the referee to avoid doing any inopportune harm ... LOW BLOW from Tide to Kelli. While Kelli has no naughty danglies to be struck, the impact is definitely enough to drop Kelli to her knees and then her side ... clutching herself in obvious agony. The crowd reacting with heavy jeers and boos, their voice is heard by none other than ...

Jule Martins?!

Wasp stepping in to knock some sense into Tide, the two begin to argue in mid-ring. The crowd fully behind Wasp as he begins poking a finger into the chest of High Tide. Tide pokes his digit right back at Wasp and the two go on and on for a bit before .... SHAKE SHAKE SHAKE! N. Saniti is in the ring to break the lover’s quarrel up! Running full steam into High Tide, he knocks Tide into Wasp who subsquently crashes into the turnbuckles violently. Shaking Tide’s head every which way, he looks sadistically pleased with himself as he offers his OWN low blow on a dazed High Tide.

Pulling Wasp from the ring as he goes, Nathan clears the ring save for the legal participants and Tide, who’s now clutching HIS danglies, is wrapped up by the still fallen Kelli Starr into a very tightly held small package!

1!

2!

...

3!!!

Winner(s): Kelli Starr and N. Saniti

Nathan and Kelli gather themselves into the center of the ring to celebrate after Nathan disposes of Wasp on the outside and kicking Tide out of the ring upon entry. Nathan raises Kelli’s hand in the air as her music hits. While she has her attention distracted, Nathan plucks a pin from his hat with full intentions of burying it deep in Kelli’s shoulder. Before he could, she spins around jabbing a pin of her own in Nathan’s shoulder. Nathan looks at her in complete shock. A sadistic grin overcomes her face as she buries another hatpin, then another, and another, all in various places of his body. Nathan staggers back to the corner, his eyes pleading in a way that would make a shelter animal jealous. Just then, a billow of purple smoke begins to rise in front of him. The crowd cheers wildly! As it dissipates, the other Nathan steps out holding a microphone in one hand and an antique wall mirror in the other.

Nathan: How does it feel to know that YOU have been duped? Hmmm? Miss Starr got a bit of retribution tonight for all of your misdeeds. However, you and I shall meet at Mass Destruction, and THAT’s where this mirror comes in, my dear other me. You and I both know that we cannot coexist in the same plane for very long. We shall have a very special match: a “Through the Looking Glass” Match, where the ring will be surrounded by thirteen mirrors. Whichever of us puts the other through the most mirrors shall be declared the winner, and the loser MUST leave this dimension. Forever.

Nathan steps back and directs Kelli behind him. He raises the mirror above his head…

SMASH!

Nathan just shattered that mirror over the other Nathan’s head! Just to put the point on his exclamation, he drapes the now empty wood frame around the unconscious Nathan’s head. Nathan and Kelli exit the ring, satisfied that the bloodied double they left behind will take a lesson as well as accept the challenge.

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We go backstage where High Tide and Jule Martin are discussing the outcome of their match with Kelli Starr and Nathan Saniti.

‘You see that, Wasp?! YOU SEE THAT?! That’s what we get when you try to get in my way and stop me from winning the match for us! I mean, LOOK at us! The last reigning Tag Team Champions and we look like a couple of rank AMATEURS out there! Where’s your stones?!’ Wasp is silent for the most part, but this last comment is enough to set the usually unflappable Martin off.

‘No stones? Brother, you have a LOT of nerve. I’ve been pretty quiet this whole time ... but YOU! You’re a joke! A Pirate, a VIKING ... what you ARE is a bottom-feeder! That’s right. You can’t SURVIVE on your own; you NEED ME! I don’t know about you, but I don’t need a win by cheating all the time. I ... WE ... can do it on our skill and talent in that ring. But YOU? It seems like you can’t win ONE MATCH without trying to do something under-handed. And not just that, but it BACKFIRES more than it works!’ Wasp is getting louder than he’s ever been, it looks like things have just been raised to a WHOLE different level. Tide is listening, but it’s obvious to everyone that he’s on the verge of erupting.

'The people out there paid hard earned money to see us COMPETE. Not to see us cheat them every single time. If it were ME in that audience, having to sit there and watch you steal a win and ruin a good match ALL the time? I’d wanna kick your damn teeth in. Moreso than I do right now. I’m willing to help you get the revenge we deserve on these peacocks ... but you’re gonna give me my due and you’re GONNA listen to me.’

Tide stares at Wasp for the longest time, mouth slightly agape at Wasp’s sudden outpouring of conscience and passion. And then ...

' .... RHAAAAAAAAAAAAAHR!’ Tide lunges at Wasp, wrapping his hands around Martins’ neck and trying to choke the very life out of him. Nearby onlookers that have gathered thanks to the increasingly hostile words and gestures are there soon to break up the fight before any real damage can be done. Tide is dragged away kicking and screaming, wildly screaming and calling for Wasp’s head while Wasp himself relaxes, staying put as we head back out to the ring for our next contest!

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Match Four

Singles Match

‘The Asshole’ Whitey Ford vs. ‘Mr. Showtime’ Michael Wryght

Referee: Melina Cruz

"Gold on the Ceiling" by The Black Keys begins to blare over the P.A. system and the arena darkens. A single spotlight begins to shine on the entrance way illumination none other than “Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght. Showtime slowly walks to the beat of the music as the only light in the arena follows him to the ring. He walks up the stairs and enters the ring solemnly.  No fanfare, no reaction of any kind to the pyros that are going off around him.  Hell, his usual robe is nowhere to be seen.  It looks as though he hasn't shaved in a couple of days either.  He's staring blankly at the entrance way when ...

The southern style guitars play over the PA system as strobe lights and the PCW-tron flash white light to the beat of the bass drum, Bobaflex's 'Bad Man' sounding out.  When the music picks up a bit, Ford slowly walks out onto the stage, arms stretched out wide to embrace whatever reaction the crowd gives him; he's not there for their amusement, anyways. Whitey doesn't take his eyes off his opponent as he continues his slow route to the ring, arms still out by his sides. He climbs up the steel steps and vaults over the top rope, waiting in his corner patiently until he can go to work.

The bell rings and the two competitors meet in the center of the ring. Whitey Ford has an obnoxious smirk on his face while Showtime seems to be staring at nothing in particular. Suddenly, Showtime slugs Whitey in the side of the head with a stiff forearm. The attack catches Ford off guard. He takes a second to compose himself, but Showtime is on him almost immediately, unloading with a series of rights and lefts that back Whitey Ford into the corner. Showtime now places his forearm on Ford’s throat and starts choking him in the corner. Referee Melina Cruz calls for a clean break, but doesn’t get one as Showtime continues his attack. The referee starts a five count, but Showtime ignores it. Finally, the referee threatens Wryght with a disqualification, which ends the attack.

Showtime turns his attention to the referee now, enraged at the simple fact that she is enforcing the rules of this match. Whitey Ford takes a second to compose himself, but then he charges out of the corner and he hits Wryght with a dropkick to the back of the head. Showtime hits the mat and Whitey drops a leg onto his midsection. Ford then stands up and he pulls Wryght up to his feet. He then hits him with a suplex and goes for a cover. He only gets two.

Whitey Ford pulls Showtime up once more. Suddenly, Showtime explodes with a series of right and left hands that stagger Whitey Ford. Showtime now clotheslines Whitey Ford hard, sending him over the top rope and to the outside. Showtime quickly follows him to the floor. As Whitey Ford stands up, Michael Wryght grabs him and he throws him into the ringside barrier. Ford hits it hard and slumps down. Showtime then charges at him, hitting him with a running knee to the face and crushing his head between the barrier and his knee. Showtime now kneels down and he starts driving right hands into Whitey Ford’s forehead.

Showtime pulls Whitey Ford up and he throws him back into the ring. He follows him back inside. Showtime pulls Ford up, but suddenly Ford leaps up and he hits Wryght with an enziguri to the back of the head! Showtime hits the canvas with a thud.

Ford uses the ropes to get himself back to his feet. He looks down, sees that Showtime is still down on the mat and he quickly goes for another cover. Showtime kicks out at two. Whitey Ford pulls Showtime up, only to send him down to the mat with a scoop slam. Ford now climbs to the middle ropes and he leaps off with a flying axe handle.

Ford pulls Wryght up and he Irish whips him into the corner. Wryght staggers out of the corner and Ford hits him with a running clothesline. He then pulls him back up and sets him up for a suplex. Showtime blocks it. He then drives his elbow into Whitey Ford’s side, breaking Ford’s grip on him. Showtime now kicks Ford in the stomach, doubling him over. He then drives the point of his elbow into the back of Ford’s head, sending him down to the mat. Showtime goes for a cover but Ford kicks out at two.

Showtime now stays on top of Ford and he drives his elbow into the side of Ford’s head. And again. And again. And again. Showtime stands up now, but he quickly drops back down hitting Ford with a knee. And another knee. And another knee. Showtime now mounts Ford and he starts to unload on him with right hands to the head. The referee breaks up the attack and Showtime nearly strikes her in a rage.

Michael Wryght pulls Whitey Ford up and he throws him into the corner. He then charges into the corner, hitting Ford with a vicious elbow to the face. Ford is slumped over in the corner. Wryght pulls him out of the corner by his hair and he hits him with a DDT. Wryght now mounts him once again and starts unloading with right hands. Again, the referee has to intervene.

Showtime stands up now and he pulls Whitey Ford back to his feet. He sets him up and delivers another strong DDT, sending Ford down to the mat once more. Showtime goes for the cover now and gets the three count and the win.

Winner: Michael Wryght

Showtime removes himself from the cover and, instead of celebrating a well-earned victory over a tough opponent, simply rolls out of the ring and heads towards the back ... leaving the commentary team to speculate as we head to an ad from our sponsors.

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Match Five

Non-Title Singles Match

Murdoc (North American Champion) vs. ‘The British Lion’ Tyler Scott

Referee: Nolan Burke

Can you feel it coming? Can you feel it coming?

“Switchblade Smiles” by Kasabian gradually rises in volume to announce the arrival of the next superstar. The lights dim and flicker as the crowd react in various manners. The atmosphere is intense as not one fan reacts indifferently. However, what is clear is that the boos outweigh the cheers as images of Tyler Scott flash on the big screen.

Move back this wrecking ball,
Rips through the blackest hole,
Violence is coming. It's coming. It's coming

Tyler Scott appears from the curtain, a steely and focused expression across his face. He pauses and takes a moment to adjust the strapping around his wrists. A quick turn of the wrist and crack of the knuckles and Tyler continues his descent down the ramp.

He heads to the ring, climbs through the ropes and walks to the center where he stands and stares intensely into the crowd. He mouths a few obscenities, possibly as provocation to the fans, possibly as encouragement to himself, before beginning his few warm up moves, awaiting the start of the upcoming contest.

The crowd’s noise lapses into a wave of hushed murmurs as Audiomachine’s “Xerxes” kicks in over the PCW loudspeakers. The steady thump of the bass fills the arena like a heartbeat. And it's on one of these thumps that the lights go out, plunging the crowd into total darkness with a complete blackout as the music continues it’s relentless march. A blackout that can only mean ONE thing...

BOOM!!

...the final pulse of bass explodes and the lights flash back on to find Murdoc standing in the ring! Turning to his immediate left, he goes to one of the far corners to remove his entrance robe and begins stretching out in anticipation for the start of the match.

Scott stands with his arms crossed, staring at Murdoc before walking across the ring, glaring defiantly up into the metal mask. A solid half foot shorter than the North American champion, and nearly 100lbs of muscle lighter, Scott seems unperturbed by the size differential as he pokes one finger into Murdoc’s broad chest. The camera pans in but only manages to catch the last bit of Scott’s sneering words;

“- with Eira.”

Without so much as a split second’s hesitation, Murdoc lashes out with a big right hand, Tyler ducking easily under the abrupt swing. Nolan Burke wisely backs away, signaling for the bell, and the match begins!

Scott goes on the immediate offensive to counteract Murdoc’s abrupt start, a series of rapid fire, unpredictably assorted strikes knocking the larger man off balance just enough to gain some leverage, Tyler capitalizing on it by whipping Murdoc into the ropes. On the rebound Scott ducks his head but a moment too early - Murdoc lifting his boot directly into the face of his opponent! Scott reacts just quickly enough to take the brunt of the blow more safely on his skull rather than risking a shattered nose - but still staggers back from the powerful attack! A vindictive smirk on his face, Scott can be seen pointing and yelling at Murdoc, Eira’s name heard at volume. Murdoc wastes no time in pressing the offense, locking up his mouthy, disoriented opponent and nailing him with a Snap Suplex in the middle of the ring. Not content with just one, Murdoc rolls through and hammers in another. Still not satisfied, Murdoc rolls back to his feet a third time and hauls Scott high into the air but “The British Lion" lashes out with a powerful kick and struggles free, landing behind Murdoc! Scrambling for a bit of distance, he meets the turning Murdoc with a savage roundhouse kick to the head, dropping him to the mat before rolling him up into a pinning predicament!

...1!

...2!

- not yet!

Murdoc gets his shoulder up, rising slowly to his feet as he shakes off the cobwebs of the vicious blow to the head. Scott rushes him again to press the early advantage, leaning down and pulling him to his feet, letting loose with a volley of elbows. Murdoc tries to recover but Scott, driven by what force no one could guess, hits the ropes and nails a mean flying clothesline to the belly of the beast! Scott pulls Murdoc up but gets lifted up onto the larger man’s shoulders with no warning, Murdoc going for an Over The Shoulder DDT but there’s yet another reversal as Scott lands on his feet and rolls Murdoc up into a small package!

...1!

...2!

..- !?

The referee is about to finish the count when - Tyler releases Murdoc?! He rolls off the large man, breaking his own count just as the PCWTron flickers to life, grabbing Murdoc by the hair and lifting his head up to see the screen. A camera feed making it’s sneaky way through the back halls, the entire crowd confused as Murdoc swats Tyler away with one swipe of a powerful mitt, and slowly rises to his feet. Eyes fixed on the screen, Murdoc watches with everyone else as the camera comes across a couple in one of the more deserted hallways of the PCW Arena - and the crowd lets out a mixed gasp of surprise and shock! A burly security guard has his arms around and hands busy with a slender woman whose back is to the camera - but perfectly visible is waist length white hair! The camera pans in, the guard lifting his head just enough for the crowd to see the beatific smile on his face, smeared with dark red lipstick.

Is it? Surely not!

If the shine of fluorescent lighting in the low-grade plastics of the wig weren’t clue enough, the vapid feminine giggling was more than enough to give away the deception. However, the intent behind the artifice remained more than clear. As Murdoc stares, motionless, at the images on the PCWTron, Scott comes up behind him with an expression of mock sympathy to pat the masked demon on the shoulder in patronizing commiseration.

The snap of ozone in the air.

Murdoc’s hand snaps up and locks around Scott’s wrist, a quick step later and “The British Lion” is caught with his arm wrenched painfully up and behind his back, an audible ‘pop’ echoing through the arena! Scott drops to his knees, Murdoc planting a big boot into Scott’s back and releasing the injured arm, sending Tyler sprawling. Reaching down with one large hand, he locks onto Tyler’s skull with The Beginning! The unforgiving Iron Claw hold, dragging Scott to his feet! Not do be subdued, Scott grins up at Murdoc. A broken, bitter, hateful expression no sane person would consider a smile, and Scott’s mouth can be seen forming one last message the mics aren’t close enough to pick up - but it reaches its intended audience.

Muscles bunching and shifting, Murdoc clamps one hand around Scott’s throat, the other planted directly on Scott’s face! A flash of flame, an involuntary scream - The End! Burke signals for the bell to end the match, PCW medical personnel already on their way to the ring, a camera panning in on Scott’s face catching the shiny red gleam of burned skin!


Winner: Tyler “The British Lion” Scott via Disqualification 

Murdoc slips away through the influx of arena staff, his quiet departure something of a surprise to the crowd until they see Eira standing at the top of the ramp waiting for him. The two stand arm in arm, impassively watching “The British Lion” rising with assistance as the feed goes to commercial.

[Murdoc]

Match Six

Singles Match

Andy D. vs. Grimm (International Champion)

Referee: Austin Shaw

The intro of 'Are You Not Entertained' hits 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 slapps hands with as many people of the crowd as he can. Approaching the ring, Andy slides under the bottom rope before running up to a random turnbuckle, hopping up to the second turnbuckle and motioning for the crowd to cheer loudly. Andy jumps down and removes his bucket hat, placing it on the metal part of the turnbuckle in his corner before standing ready for the match.

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, waiting for the match to begin.

Referee Austin Shaw checks both men, and signals for the bell to start the match. Andy D knows that it’s not going to be an easy match and goes on the offensive quickly. Zipping across the ring with his trademark speed, and Grimm looks ready to intercept him when suddenly Andy veers off course and bounces off the side ropes. Grimm turns to meet his opponent, but Andy D hops right over him, rebounding off the far ropes.

If it is possible, Grimm looks a little dizzy as he spins once again to get a visual on Andy, but all he gets is two feet planted right in his chest! Grimm hits the mat and gets back to his feet quickly, but the speedy Andy D is already on him, stepping up on the second rope and unleashing a devastating spinning kick. He quickly goes for the pin and gets a one and a half count before Grimm literally pushes Andy off of him.

As the two men rise to their feet they are aware of a sudden intensity being put forth by the crowd. Both turn follow the stares of the crowd up the ramp. It’s Mr. Showtime and he doesn’t look too happy! He dives into the ring and he’s looking to inflict damage! He makes a clothesline beeline for Grimm, who ducks and forces Showtime to bounce off the ropes. Grimm doesn’t turn around fast enough, but it’s Andy D who responds, hitting Showtime with a huge enziguri! He appears to land awkwardly on one of his knees, and is a little slower than usual getting up.

The referee is at a loss for what to do, as no technical interference has happened, as Showtime has not landed a blow on either man and moves towards the rising Showtime but seeing Grimm and Andy heading his way, he quickly thinks better of it and heads for safety in the other corner. Showtime appears absolutely livid and in a blind rage attempts to attack Andy D this time, but Grimm won’t have any of it, and not being restrained by any rules as Showtime is not a participant in the match (as if rules would stop Grimm anyways), he intercepts with a devastating headbutt and proceeds to grab Showtime by the throat, choking the man. Showtime struggles, his arms pumping wildly, but Andy D manages to subdue him by pinning both of the Showtime’s arms behind his back.

Grimm and Andy share a look for a moment, and Andy nods, as if he understands what he has planned. Grimm unleashes another headbutt to disorient Mr. Showtime and then with the help of Andy D, the two send him over the ropes and out of the ring with a double chokeslam!

The fans are going absolutely wild, having witnessed the amazing moment of Andy D and Grimm teaming up to save their match and by this point, PCW Security is tearing down the ramp. Showtime almost makes it back in the ring, but security makes it just in time, restraining the angered superstar and forcefully escorting him out of the ring.

This leaves Andy and Grimm left in the ring, and the two give each other a fair amount of space in respect as they resume their own match. Andy bounces off the ropes, ready to attack again, but it’s obvious that the knee is bothering him as he is slightly slower than when he started the match. Grimm is ready for him and as Andy D attempts to move out of the way, he is just not fast enough as Grimm catches him with a huge spear! Grimm goes for the pin, but only manages a two count.

He pulls Andy up from the mat and lifts him up into the air looking for the spinebuster. However Andy D is far from defeated and as Grimm lifts him into the air, he reverses it by planting Grimm on his head with a DDT! Looking to capitalize, Andy climbs the nearest turnbuckle, feeling the momentum working in his favour as the fans begin to buzz loudly and jumps off, landing a moonsault! He hooks a leg! 1…2…kickout!

Andy D gets to his feet, ready to put the match away, as Grimm gets up to one knee, Andy D goes for the Dragon’s Bite. However he is a split second too slow and Grimm manages to block it by grabbing a hold of Andy’s leg. He rears his head back like a cobra, extending it as far back as it will go and unleashes a massive headbutt to the hurting knee of Andy D! Sword of Heimdall!

Grimm is now in control and takes advantage of it. He unleashes a series of headbutts, forcing Andy D into the corner. Grimm quickly mounts the turnbuckle. Andy D tries to fight back, throwing a solid couple punches, but Grimm holds on and with a jump, sends Andy D face first into the mat with The Harvest! He quickly hooks a leg.

1 ...

…2

…3!

Winner: Grimm

[Murdoc]

Main Event

Non-Title Singles Match

Eira (World Champion) vs. Non Compos Mentis

Referee: Tyrone Little

“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.

Suddenly the arena lights lower to a shadowed dimness as "Dystopic" by Position Audio begins to play over the PCW speakers. The somber opening notes soon joined by a heavy drumbeat, gradually augmented into what sounds like a full orchestra. At 0:41 when the vocals begin, a 20 foot pillar of purple flame explodes out of the center of the stage, the roaring fire screaming up to the rafters as smaller flames burst alight and race towards the ring. The conflagration dies down, and twin purple spotlights angle in to reveal Eira standing absolutely motionless, one leg crossed in front of the other, arms outstretched, and head tipped back in a mockery of the Crucifixion. She lowers her arms and walks towards the ring, her relentless stride perfectly in sync with the heavy background beat, following the trail of flickering purple flames to either side of her path.

Completely ignoring everything and everyone around her, Eira stares straight ahead, her gaze fixed on the ring with a malevolent intensity. Reaching ringside, Eira slowly ascends the stairs and walks to mid-apron ... wiping her feet on the apron before slipping between the ropes to enter. Swinging her long, silvery white braid behind her, she remains absolutely still and waits with predatory focus for the match to begin.

Tyrone Little signals for the bell and the fans give a shriek of anticipation as the two competitors take their positions. Neither makes a move at first but Eira in-particular seems to be setting herself on the defensive. She waits as if goading Mentis to make the first move and he seems willing to do so, visibly hyping himself up for an attack… before rolling outside?

NCM starts to walk around on the floor with a cackling laugh and a motion to the fans that says “Do you think me so stupid?” The boos that follow are immense as Mentis mocks the PCW faithful, but when he turns back to the ring Eira proves how grave a mistake he made. She dives through the ropes feet-first with a Torpedo Dropkick, sending NCM flying backwards into the barrier. With no hesitation, and riding the new cheers of the crowd, Eira rolls onto the apron and measures the recovering Mentis. He pulls himself off the security barrier and shakes his head groggily before turning… straight into a Running Seated Senton from the World Champion that sends him crashing to the ground.

NCM pushes himself up and stumbles away from his pursuer in an attempt to get some distance, but Eira stays close behind and sprays him with a volley of low kicks. Finding enough room to escape, Mentis finally rolls back into the ring and climbs to his feet before Eira follows him to try and keep her momentum. As she gets to her feet, Mentis takes a run at her and launches a Clothesline but Eira ducks and sends him into the ropes, catching him with a hard Armdrag on the rebound. Again Mentis seems not to stop as he climbs up and gets hit with another Armdrag. Once more he gets up and rushes forward and Eira dips her shoulder for another… but Mentis lifts a knee straight into her ribs.

A sick laugh comes from NCM again as he revels in outsmarting his opponent but he quickly goes on the offensive with a combo of hard punches to the ribs. With Eira winded NCM uses his power advantage and forces her back into the corner before slamming his shoulder into her gut a few times for good measure. As Eira is stunned in the corner, NCM rakes his forearm across her face in a show of total disrespect. The PCW Faithful show their distain and Mentis replies with a grin. It doesn’t stay there long as a Roundhouse Kick from Eira wipes it away in a split second.

Staggering backwards, Mentis shows a flash of anger and lunges forward at the Untouchable only to be reversed into the corner himself. Before he can react, Eira fires off a quick salvo of shoot kicks to the chest and ribs until the referee forces her to break. A second later she’s back at it with as many ferocious forearms as Tyrone Little’s 5 count will allow. Slowly NCM slumps down into the corner and finally Eira pulls back and hits the ropes. She rebounds with speed and slams a brutal Hesitation Dropkick straight into the nose of her opponent. The shot stuns Mentis enough that Eira hooks the leg for a pin but reaches only one and a half.

Eira tries to keep the momentum on her side by locking in a Side Headlock but Mentis easily powers out of it with a shove into the ropes. On the return Eira uses her amazing athleticism to jump into a Running Hurricanrana only for Mentis to roll through the resulting throw. As Eira gets back to her feet she turns straight into another cheap but jarring knee to the midsection and a snap Scoop Slam from her insane rival. She has no chance to move before another knee comes crashing down on her chest like a lead weight, followed by NCM hooking the leg and getting a two count before a kick out.

Keeping the pressure on, the Born Psycho drags Eira up to a knee and clubs her with several overhand blows to the back before landing another hard Scoop Slam in the middle of the ring. Eira tries to fight back to her feet but Mentis gives her no reprieve and drives a shuddering combo of Elbow Drops into her heart of his opponent. Another pin brings only another two count and Mentis looks to attack again.

This time he pulls the much lighter competitor all the way to her feet and grabs her around the waist from behind. He goes for the ‘Back To Madness’ Backdrop Driver but Eira rolls through to her feet and unleashes a violent Roundhouse Kick straight into the back of NCM’s already deviant head! Mentis crumbles to his knees and gives Eira a chance to fight back, and she takes it by grabbing the long, greasy hair of the hobo and fiercely yanking him down over her knee with a brutally improvised backbreaker. NCM still stirs, however, and as he gets to a knee Eira hits the ropes looking to add to the damage. She rebounds and jumps as if for a Crossbody of some description but Mentis rises suddenly and catches Eira with a horrific looking Spinebuster… pinning for a close two count once more.

Immediately NCM grabs both of Eira’s legs and tries to turn her over into a Boston Crab but the World Champion still has plenty of fight in her. As persistent as NCM is, Eira fights off every attempt to lock her into the submission and finally pushes Mentis away with her powerful legs. Eira turns as if to crawl to the ropes and Mentis advances again… but Eira is not running away, instead she springs into a Handspring and kicks backwards with a quaking Double Mule Kick straight into the stomach of Mentis! The Hobo King drops to his knees and with a stroke of the spectacular, Eira performs a backflip straight into a phenomenal Pele Kick to the back of NCM’s head. With NCM out of it on the mat, Eira sees a chance to inflict pain and grabs both his hands before twisting him into a Gokuraku Gatame Stretch Submission!

The crowd gets behind Eira now as she pulls back with all her might and Little asks for a submission. Mentis replies with a shake of his head and Eira sits back further to try and add more pressure. Again the referee asks for a decision but it only spurs Mentis on and he tries to push himself out of his predicament. Slowly he forces his way back to his knees with pure leg strength and yanks forward with all his energy. Unwilling to let go of NCM’s hands, Eira is thrown forward with a Snapmare-like throw… but manages to roll back to her feet. Mentis, still on his knees, looks up just in time to see the World Champion wrap her legs around his head and slam it into the mat with a vicious Projectile Hurricanrana!

The face-plant leaves Mentis out of it on the mat and Eira quickly scrambles over to him and into a lateral press for a pin. One… two… thr… no! Mentis gets his shoulder up in time and Eira tries to focus once more. As she gets to her feet Mentis climbs back to a knee and receives a shoot kick straight across the chest for his effort. The following volley of strikes hit harder and harder until NCM almost topples over backwards. Finally Eira charges up and throws a wild kick toward the head of Mentis but he catches it!

Using all his strength he pulls her closer and into a Powerbomb position, but Eira makes a reversal of her own, flipping backwards with a Hurricanrana that sends NCM sprawling across the ring. Eira composes herself before sprinting full tilt across the ring and launching herself into a powerful Shining Wizard!

Instead of pinning, Eira feels the wave of support from the PCW Faithful and goes to the corner. She begins to climb and reaches the top just as Mentis climbs up to a knee while holding his head woozily. He pushes himself up and staggers backwards just as Eira throws herself off the top and onto NCM’s shoulders. She immediately throws herself backwards as if going for a Dragonrana… but NCM resists. He holds onto Eira’s legs and powers her all the way back onto his shoulders before throwing her with immense force straight backwards with a Turnbuckle-Bomb! Eira is stunned and confused and Mentis takes full advantage by driving her backwards yet again with a Russian Legsweep, her head impacting the turnbuckles once more!

Slowly Mentis rolls Eira away from the ropes and hooks the leg for a one… two… thre… nope, just a two! The fans boo once more as Mentis grabs Eira by the hair and pulls her up to her knees… then slaps her with unbelievable disrespect and ignorance. Though gasping for air he manages another harsh cackle of laughter before landing another hiss and boo-inducing slap across Eira’s face. But they aren’t being taken lightly, and the infuriated figure of the World Champion waits for Mentis to try a third before unleashing a torrent of forearms, elbows and even a duo of brutal Headbutts that force NCM all the way back to the ropes. The blows keep coming, though, and Tyrone Little has to step in to break things up when Eira almost forces a DQ.

Eira refocuses and tries to whip NCM across the ring, only for him to reverse. As Eira rebounds he tries to made an advance off the ropes but Eira’s speed is so great that he is caught off guard by a Running Crossbody! Both competitors get to their feet but Eira keeps the momentum with another Running Crossbody and rolls back to her feet. Mentis doesn’t know where he is as he climbs back to his feet and gets hit with a Shuffle Side Kick straight to the gut before Eira leaps high into the air. With NCM’s head already ducked, Eira brings both of her feet down on the back of his skull and stomps it straight down into the mat with a horrific impact! She quickly rolls him over and hooks a leg for the pin as Mentis seems out cold…. One… two… THREE! NO!

Mentis somehow kicks out but god knows how, after lifting his shoulder he goes straight back to being motionless. Eira questions the count with Referee Little but gets the same number and a look of finality moves over her face. Feeling the adrenaline coursing, Eira gets to her feet and moves to the corner. Again she starts to climb to the high risk zone and reaches there with Mentis stirring but still down. The World Champion signals for the ‘Fall of the Morning Star’ and is about to throw herself off the top to finish things when…

… out from the back emerges a collective of motley figures and the fans immediately boo. The Hobos are here and they’re making a beeline for the ring. There are four average, grubby looking vagrants that look like they’re in need of a good meal or five… but in the center of them stands a massive hobo, head bowed and covered and looking ominous as hell. The five members of the Hobo Horde walk down the ramp and Eira is distracted by their presence enough that she misses NCM’s recovery. He jumps up and yanks the top rope, throwing even Eira’s honed balance off and sending her plummeting to the mat in a heap!

The fans jeer wildly as if to say ‘Not this way!’ and NCM laughs maniacally as he scouts Eira for the end. He signals for the Fractured Mind and reels the World Champion in, placing her head between his legs before sending a look toward his loyal following who are now at the foot of the ramp. Just as he is about to land the final blow, the massive Hobo at the center of his clan lifts his head and pulls back his hood….

….It’s Murdoc! The second Untouchable is staring straight at Non Compos Mentis and a look of complete perplexity hits the Born Psycho. How did he get there? How did he fool them!? It doesn’t matter, all that does is that the behemoth throws himself wildly at the hobo to his left and begins to flail away like a man possessed. The hobos don’t know what’s going on as Murdoc fights like a madman, but finally ... the real madman points them in the right direction. Mentis abandons Eira, dropping her to the mat, and climbs the nearest turnbuckles to the second ropes, shouting down at his followers “Stop him you fools! Stop that worthless Son of a Bitch NOW!”

He continues to scream at the hobos as Tyrone Little slides to the outside to try and get some semblance of order, but of that there is little hope. Little is signaling to the back for help but none is coming as Murdoc continues to hold off all four of the hobo army like a one man war machine. Inside the ring, Mentis is bellowing as loud as he can but the crowd are drowning him out as they cheer wildly… for Murdoc? Maybe, but Eira comes out of nowhere ... using the ropes as a springboard to fly up and wrap her legs around NCM’s throat from behind! She falls backwards and the unwitting NCM is thrown back, landing head-first with a stomach-churning Reverse Top Rope Hurricanrana… or the Crown Of Thorns as she calls it!

Realizing there is no referee, Eira instinctively reaches through the ropes and grabs the collar of Tyrone Little who is caught totally off guard. The World Champion gives one longing look to her partner who is still fighting off the quadruple of hobos, but forces herself to forget about helping him for the moment, knowing he’s doing it for this exact opportunity. She drags Tyrone Little back into the ring, whether he wants to be there or not, and tells him to count as she hooks the leg of an unconscious NCM…

One…

Two…

THREE!

Eira wins!

Winner: Eira

She doesn’t wait for Little to raise her arm or retrieve her title belt though as she quickly rolls from the ring and goes to help even the numbers in the battle outside. The hobos keep fighting, tooth and claw for fear of disappointing their leader, but with the combined forces of the North American and World Champions combating them even a two man advantage is a losing situation.

One by one the hobos are picked off and the Untouchables look every bit as strong as their reputations, and titles, suggest. Eira and Murdoc stand tall as all four of the filthy hoodlums go into a retreat before they are knocked out cold. As they make a path for the top of the ramp, the cameras refocus on the ring and the skulking form of Non Compos Mentis who is looking at the action with knowledge that he will be next when his followers have departed.

Knowing this very well, Mentis slides serpent-like from the ring and stumbles past the commentary position before vaulting the security barrier. Eira and Murdoc turn from their battle just in time to see the King Hobo making a very un-kingly retreat into the PCW Faithful who do their best to pelt him with their leftover snacks and dregs of beer. As Trauma fades to black, the cameras turn back to the power couple of PCW standing tall victorious on the ramp once more.

-CLICK!-

_{Match One is ruled a no-contest
Rick Majors vs. Justin Michaels ends via time limit draw
Starrtini def. The Flying Freebooters
Michael Wryght def. Whitey Ford
Tyler Scott def. Murdoc via DQ
Grimm def. Andy D
Eira def. Non Compos Mentis}

^{Great work everyone, things are starting to heat up around here.  Who's getting pumped for the PPV?  I know I am!  Big thanks go out to the mule team for helping everything run smoothly, and a special shout out to Dan (Saniti) for a bit of help on this week's results.  It's very much appreciated brohan!  New card will be coming up sometime tomorrow, so be on the lookout for it!}