Trauma 151 Results!

[Murdoc]

Rick Majors enters the arena with only a small bag hooked over his shoulder. He looks casual, almost to the point of disinterested. As he walks down the corridor, Tyler Scott is seen lurking behind an ajar door, seemingly lying in wait for Majors to arrive. Scott comes out from his hiding place and the creaky hinges of the door alert Majors to his presence.

Rick Majors: What the hell?

Tyler Scott: Well, well, well. If it isn’t the main man, Rick Majors.

Rick Majors: Get lost, Scott.

Tyler Scott: What a charming greeting. What’s wrong? Nervous about our match tonight?

Rick Majors: Not really. I’m not wrestling tonight.

Tyler Scott: What?!

Rick Majors: I don’t want a North American title shot. You can have it for all I care. I won’t be competing tonight.

Tyler Scott: I’m sorry? Am I hearing this right? You’re not interested in titles?

Rick Majors: Get lost, Tyler. I’m serious.

Tyler Scott: What has happened to you? Do you give a shit about anything anymore?

Tyler steps forward and confronts Rick Majors.

Rick Majors: Get out of my face.

Tyler Scott: I used to look up to you Majors. Back in NLCW, you used to be my role model. You had everything that I wanted. The success. The titles. The fans. The perfect family. Now look at you. You can’t even be bothered to compete for titles, let alone have the ability to win them. Your fan base is dwindling. And you have completely neglected your wife.

Rick Majors: F*** you.

Majors gets into Tyler’s face. The two men locks horns, forehead to forehead. Majors snarls. Tyler smirks. As Majors is about to take retribution for the comments made, Tyler backs off. He steps backwards slowly, grinning, leaving Majors fuming.

Tyler Scott: I’ll see you in the ring, Majors.

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Singles Match

Genesis #1 Contendership

High Tide vs Jule "The Wasp" Martins

Referee: Joseph Buckland

With High Tide already in the ring, the rarely heard “Welcome To The Jungle” hits, and Wasp hits the ramp dressed in his usual black and yellow. Instead of dis-respecting the fans, he takes his time getting to the ring, slapping the hands of those extended, as a mixture of cheers and boos fills the arena. He slides into the ring and referee Joseph Buckland wastes no time in immediately checking to make sure both men aren’t carrying anything illegal for the match.

He motions for the bell to begin the match, and Wasp puts out a hand as if to shake Tide’s before they start. For a moment the crowd looks on and as Tide reaches for it, it looks like they are going to have a good match, but suddenly Tide pulls Wasp by his extended hand and drives him to the mat with a clothesline! He tries to surprise Wasp by going for a quick pin, and is nearly successful. Wasp kicks out at two, rolling to his feet.

Tide however is on the offensive and does not let up. A huge running knee to the midsection, sends Wasp bouncing off the ropes behind him, and right into a perfectly executed DDT! Tide goes for the cover again, looking to put away the match early but ends up with a one and a half count this time, before Wasp manages to get a shoulder off the mat.

Tide appears frustrated now, and begins to rain down a couple of heavy stomps to the chest of his opponent. Wasp however manages to counter, grabbing Tide’s leg and pulling him down to the mat and transitioning into an ankle lock! There is obvious pain on the face of the pirate as he is in the middle of the ring, and unable to shake loose of the submission. Wasp begins to apply more pressure, but Tide is slowly gaining ground, making his way towards the ropes. Wasp tries to pull him back, but with a heroic lunge, Tide manages to get a fistful of ropes.

Wasp, with his recently changed attitude, breaks the hold immediately, in place of holding it until the referee got up to four. Tide pulls himself to his feet with the aid of the ropes, favoring one leg, as it is Wasp’s turn to go on the attack. He lands a couple of hard knife-edged chops to the chest of Tide, before grabbing him by throat with one arm. Using his other hand to support the weight, he lifts Tide into the air and slams him to the mat with a chokeslam!

With the momentum in his favor, Wasp quickly goes to the turnbuckle and climbs it. He salutes the crowd before jumping off the top and landing an elbow in the ribs of High Tide! Deadly Venom! Wasp quickly goes for the pin.

1…

2..

Kickout!

Trying not to get frustrated, Wasp pulls Tide up off the mat, only to get a thumb to the eye in return! The referee warns Tide, but the damage is done as Wasp is temporarily blinded and in pain, stumbling. Tide capitalizes with a jumping heel kick, catching Wasp right on the chin. Wasp manages to keep his balance though, and his sight restored he sees Tide attempting to knock his head off his shoulders with a clothesline, and ducks underneath it. Tide continues, bouncing off the far ropes, but Wasp is ready for him and lashes out with a superkick at the head of High Tide!

Tide however manages to duck underneath The Great White North, and rolls Wasp up from behind! The referee drops to make the count, and the way he is positioned he can’t see that Tide is using the nearby ropes for some illegal leverage.

1…

2…

3!

The referee motions for the bell to be rung as High Tide rolls out of the ring to safety.

Winner: High Tide

Wasp is absolutely livid, damn near interrogating the referee as to why the he had made the count. The referee makes motions with his hands which no doubt means “I didn’t see it,” and Wasp eventually stops yelling, looking deflated and realizing that it isn’t the referee’s fault… it’s Tide’s.

He makes to leave the ring, but Tide has other ideas. He catches the unsuspecting Wasp with a bulldog right into the entrance ramp. The crowd is booing loudly as he stands over Wasp screaming nearly incoherently. He leaves the scene, as if fearful that security might come out, and Wasp manages to get up and leave on his own accord, although his face is a little worse for wear, with a couple of small, open wounds as we go to ...

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Singles Match

North American #1 Contendership

Tyler "The British Lion" Scott vs Rick Majors

Referee: Melina Cruz

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.Tyler Scott’s entrance theme fades. He looks up to the stage, intrigued to see if Rick Majors will indeed show up for the contest. The moments pass. There is no sign of Majors. The crowd become restless. Tyler Scott becomes irritated. He calls for a microphone.

Rick Majors, you f***king coward.

The crowd, although annoyed at Majors’ non-appearance, are as equally unimpressed by Tyler’s language.

I can’t believe it has come to this. I never thought I would see the day that the great Rick Majors refused to compete. This is sad. Very sad.

Tyler pauses for a moment to look into the crowd.

Even after all the disappointment you have delivered, the fans still cheer for you. I’m looking around the arena. I can see Rick Majors signage. I can see Rick Majors T-Shirts. These fans have paid money to see you Majors, and you’re going to let them down again. You’re a disgrace.

The crowd obviously do not agree with Scott’s opinion and voice their opposition accordingly.

If you don’t want the fans love and affection, I am more than happy to take it. If you don’t want the royalties and the extra revenue from merchandising, I’ll gladly take it.

The fans do not react well to another wrestler touting for their loyalties.

And, if you no longer want you’re lovely wife Kelly, I’m sure I can remind her what it’s like to be with a REAL man.

With that last insult, Rick Major’s music hits and he storms out from the back, furiously charging for Tyler Scott. He dives under the bottom rope and tackles Scott to the mat. The referee calls for the bell and the match begins as Majors pounds away at Scott.

Scott weathers the onslaught and manages to tie up with the irate Rick Majors. A few seconds of jockeying for position ends with Tyler Scott taking advantage with a Headlock. Scott applies pressure but Majors pushes out, only to be met with a powerful Shoulder Block. The Brit vaults Majors who quickly gets to his feet and tries to execute an Armdrag, but Scott resists and transitions into a waist lock. The British Lion wrestles Majors to the mat and holds him down as if trying to assert his dominance.

Majors shows immediate frustration at the mind-game from Scott and pushes himself back to his feet. Still in the waist lock, Majors pushes backwards until Scott is against the turnbuckles but receives a slap to the back of the head for his troubles. A cocky smiles is on Scott’s face… but is soon wiped from his face when Majors turns and throws himself into a lock up again. Scott pushes him back into the middle of the ring but Majors transitions into a Hammerlock and exerts some dominance of his own. Dropping him to a knee with a kick to the back of the leg, Majors tries to modify the submission into a Buffalo Chickenwing but Scott escapes.

The two square off in the middle again, this time with Majors firing off a shoot kick to the knee and a second to join it. Scott holds his ground and responds with a powerful kick of his own to the worn-out leg of Majors. The two exchange strikes and go back and forth until Scott hits a sudden forearm that rocks Majors backwards, allowing Scott to lock him up and hit a Snap Suplex. Scott floats into a pin but only gets a one and a half count.

Majors kicks out and tries to get back to his feet but Scott cuts him off with an educated Solebutt to the gut. He follows it with a far less flashy boot straight up into his opponent’s sternum and whips him into the ropes. On the rebound, Scott goes for a clothesline but Majors ducks and carries his momentum into the opposite ropes. Tyler turns just in time to see Majors fly at him with an uncharacteristic lunge of anger, dragging him to the mat and immediately hammering away with flailing punches. The flurry of strikes goes on with Majors trying to establish his supremacy, but Scott fights back, clearly intent on one-upping his rival.

Strike after strike from both men lands and slowly they manage to climb to their feet. Still firing off, both of them tussle for position until Majors nails a sick Roundhouse Kick to the temple and follows it up with a powerful German Suplex. Scott lands on the top of his head but rolls groggily to his feet. Majors goes in for the kill and tries to hit a Brainbuster, but Scott has enough in him to block the move. He tries again, but this time Scott reverses with a Suplex of his own. Both men are slower to get up this time but Scott reaches his feet first and shoots a vicious Buzzsaw Kick straight into the side of Majors’ head!

Scott staggers backwards, still feeling the effects of landing on his head, but refocuses and locks Majors into a trademark Triangle Choke. On the mat, Majors struggles to reach the ropes but he is dead centre in the ring and escape is nowhere in sight. The air is quickly running out and Melina Cruz asks for a submission but Majors decides instead to use his last moments of air for resilience. He turns on the mat and in the process twists Scott so that his shoulders are down. One… Two… THR… NO! Scott realizes he’s in a pinning predicament at the last moment and releases the hold to break the count.

Both men climb to their feet but Scott is the fresher and lunges forward with an Enziguri. Majors has just enough awareness and to duck the kick. Scott lands face down on the mat and Majors waits for him to get to a knee before nailing a brutal Spinning Kick to the back of his head, trademarked as the ‘Center of Attention’. Majors quickly rolls Scott over and hooks the leg for a two and a half again, but still Scott kicks out.

Majors gets to his feet and a look of frustration is clearly written on his face. He doesn’t like Scott’s attempts to outclass him and he is ready to put an end to it. He waits for Tyler to get to his knees then lands a boot to the gut and hooks his arms. Majors tries to lift for the ‘Major Impact’ Double Underhook DDT but Scott not only resists but reverses. He twists out of the hold and looks to go straight for his own finishing maneuver, the ‘Sudden Impact’ STO. Still, both ‘Impacts’ are unsuccessful as Majors blocks the move, grabs Scott’s arm and executes an improvised Arm Drag to escape.

With Scott rolling toward the corner, Majors goes after him and attacks with a lashing Knife Edge Chop across his chest. The crowd audibly ‘OOOOOOOO’s’ to the sound and Scott replies with one of his own that echoes through the arena. Both men have a look of defiance and determination on their face, neither is going to back down. Majors goes again with another chop, followed by Scott, rinse and repeat and repeat. Back and forth the chops go until both men are red-raw and Scott opts instead for a bludgeoning forearm. Again Majors responds in kind and the two men send shots at each other with absolutely no relent. Each competitor is so intent on showing up the other that they refuse to back down. The forearms continue with both men getting weaker and weaker until Majors loses patience and lunges forward with a horrific Headbutt! STILL Scott does not back down and replies with a Headbutt of his own!

The crowd rise in volume tenfold as this fierce and unbelievable battle rages on. At this point it seems that pure attrition will prove the winner, and the man with the most stamina will come out on top. Certainly neither man seems to acknowledge the dangerous levels of abuse they’re taking. Headbutts clash from one then the other and Melina Cruz watches as both men keep hammering away but slowly grow weary and unstable. Finally Scott appears to get the advantage and pushes Majors back into the middle of the ring with a trio of quick, forceful Headbutts, stunning Majors temporarily.

Taking his shot, Scott hits the ropes and rebounds with a Clothesline… but that just sends Majors rebounding off the ropes too. Majors bounces back with a Clothesline of his own so powerful it blows Scott back to the ropes too. Neither man goes down from these shots and doesn’t even when Scott rebounds with a fearsome looking Yakuza Kick to the jaw of Majors. But again Majors returns with one of his own! The crowd is on its feet with what they’re seeing and watches as Scott hits the ropes one last time and this time powers himself into an improvised Spear which sends both men tumbling through the middle ropes to the outside of the ring.

Melina Cruz goes to the ropes and looks down, expecting them both to be out of the count, but instead she finds that both men are STILL firing away with punches. The attacks keep coming as she begins her ten count. Up to five she reaches and now Scott and Majors are brawling like two drunks in a Greenville bar next to the security barrier. They fight and fight as Cruz reaches seven and still they don’t care. This match was never about a winner or who was the challenger for the North American Title, it was about a true fight and proving who the superior man was.

Eight. Nine. Now they’re exchanging sweaty, tired and still vicious punches on their way up the ramp. TEN! Melina Cruz signals for the bell and this has been thrown out as a Double Count Out Draw.

Winner: Double Count-Out

Majors and Scott don’t care one bit about the decision, or that their North American Title shot is hanging in the air. All they care about is beating the hell out of each other until one falls down and doesn’t get back up. Intent not to let that happen now the bell has rung, PCW Security rushes from the back and tries to separate the two men. There is a fracas for a few moments as neither Scott or Majors will back down, but by hook or by crook the officials manage to get control of the situation and forcible drag both men apart, still growling and trying to get at each other to the bitter end as we go to our first commercial break of the evening!

[Murdoc]

Singles Match

International #1 Contendership

Kelli "Dollface" Starr vs Michael "Mr. Showtime" Wryght

Referee: Nolan Burke

We’re back from commercial to the crowd amped up and letting the worldwide audience know that in-person attendance is where it’s AT!

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

... the man who’s shown an upswing in viciousness, Michael Wryght. "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. However, instead of the typical robe and the anything-BUT-typical Perfection by his side, out comes a scruffy looking form that one could almost imagine as Wryght. As the beat of the song kicks in, Showtime seems to pay little attention to it as he makes his way to the ring. No pomp, no circumstance ... it’s very apparent that something has broken inside the man’s head and caused him and the fans at large much confusion.

The bell rings and the match is underway!

Kelli warily eyeing Showtime, the two meet in middle of the ring as the bell sounds. Showtime immediately shoves Starr backwards. He then walks towards her, but Kelli leaps up at him hitting him with a dropkick! Showtime is staggered and he stumbles backwards. Kelli charges at him, but Showtime composes himself quickly enough to drop her down to the mat with a clothesline.

Wryght pulls Starr up now and he backs her into the ropes. He hen chops her across the chest. Michael Wryght whips her off of the opposing ropes, dropping her with a shuffle back kick as she runs back at him. Showtime now pulls her up, sending her down to the mat with a scoop slam. He then drops an elbow, but Kelli rolls out of the way and Showtime hits the mat! Kelli Starr now hits Michael Wryght with a throat strike as he gets to his feet! He staggers backwards and she drops him down to the mat with a tackle! Dollface now unloads with a series of rights and lefts. The referee breaks up the assault and Kelli gets back to her feet.

As she waits for Showtime to return to a vertical base, Kelli Starr glances to the outside of the ring and then quickly shifts her gaze down to the mat. Showtime takes advantage of her distracted nature to get to his feet and recompose himself. The two meet once again in the center of the ring.

This time they lock up and Showtime hits her with a snap suplex. He then pulls her up and drops her hard with a hangman’s neckbreaker! Michael Wryght goes for a cover.... but Dollface kicks out at two.

Showtime pulls her up once again. Suddenly, she breaks free of his grip and drives her knee into his midsection. She then grabs him and drops him down to the mat with a reverse Russian leg sweep. Wryght hits the mat hard. Rather than go for the cover, Dollface stands up and she looks out into the crowd, once again seemingly distracted by something. Showtime gets to his feet and he grabs her from behind. He lifts her up and hits a backbreaker. Then another. And then a big sidewalk slam!

Showtime pulls Kelli up now. Suddenly she leaps at him, hitting him with a double leg takedown! Kelli Starr now stands up and she hits Showtime with a leg drop! She then pulls Showtime up, Irish whips him off of the ropes, and hits him with a neck tie clothesline! She goes for a cover, but Michael Wryght kicks out at two!

Kelli Starr pulls him up once more, but Showtime powers his way out of her grasp and he drops her down to the mat with a strong clothesline! He then drops her down to the mat once more with a slingshot suplex! Showtime returns to his feet. Kelli Starr slowly pulls herself back up, using the ropes for assistance. Showtime grabs her and he pulls her into the center of the ring, dropping her down to the mat with a single arm DDT!

Showtime gets up to his feet now. He pulls Starr up, grabbing her from behind once more. He hooks her head and arm, then turns to his left violently dropping her with The Sweetness! Showtime goes for the cover and he gets three!

Winner: Michael "Mr. Showtime" Wryght

Showtime is announced the winner and the referee moves to check in on the downed Kelli Starr.  Showtime rolls out of the ring with little consideration or care for his opponent.  Kelli nods to the referee that she's okay as she begins the slow climb to her feet but it's obvious that something is still bugging her in the back of her mind ... like a splinter that won't go away.  She shrugs off the ref's repeated attempts to help her as she flashes that beautiful smile ... albeit a bit faded ... as she makes her way out of the ring.

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“Ladies and gentlemen. You may be wondering why I’ve assembled you all here.”

The instantly recognizable voice of Patrick Gregory Brooks sounds out from behind the door of the conference room. It’s clear he is addressing more than one or two people, judging by the amount of scuffling/coughing and hushed murmurs and it’s clear the meeting has been kept hush-hush.

“I am a man of second chances, a man of fresh starts ... a man of OPPORTUNITY. And when I see all of you assembled before me? I see OPPORTUNITY. I see HUNGRY talents. I see people that haven’t been given a fair shake for WHATEVER reason. I see people who want, who DESIRE more than what they’ve been given. I understand that need. That AMBITION. I see myself in a lot of your eyes. That young man or woman, hungry to step up to the NEXT LEVEL. And you know something? I want that for you.’

“YOUR TIME IS HERE.’

“I have BIG plans for ALL of you. Right NOW? I want you to make sure you are in the best shape of your lives. I want you to physically and MENTALLY prepare for what comes next. At Mass Destruction, you’ll understand what I mean and you ... along with the rest of the world ... will understand fully. But for right now? Get your affairs in order. That’s ALL I have to say. Okay. Meeting over. Thank you for your valuable time. Isabella, escort them out.’

The door opens and Brooks’ faithful assistant leads the way, followed by several masked individuals of varying sizes. It’s quite obvious Brooks had a hunch that his meeting would be caught on tape. The last person leaving, however .... ISN’T wearing a mask. The facepaint, however, on the person in front of her was counted on being enough. Unfortunately, that doesn’t work well when the facepaint is already known to the public. The facepaint and ...

... a scuffed pair of Doc Martin boots before rising up to fishnet clad legs. As it rises her thighs lead to a short, black skirt and then on to an exposed stomach. Further up a cut off Ramones covers a pair of perky breasts and as we climb, a slim neck leads to a familiar face; that of Suende. The camera pulls back slightly and Anson’s emotionless face looms over her right shoulder. The right corner of her mouth curves into a sneer just before she speaks.

“Visa issues are cleared up and other issues are now as well. "Wellness" is a joke. My Anson is back and there will be no more delays on our climb to the top. Make no mistake, he is back and the time is now. This is your World in which we have grown ... and we have grown to hate you ...”

The duo turn and take their leave as the camera fades out to our next commercial break!

[Murdoc]

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We’re back from break and the ring is set up for what is sure to be an ... intriguing ... contract signing. Patrick Gregory Brooks is already in the ring with Isabella Alexis by his side, along with his heads of security to make sure everything is as legit and as professional as possible. He doesn’t even bother getting on the house mic to let everyone know what’s coming. Let the talent do their own talking, hm?

Psychedelic lights of green and purple brighten the ramp and walkway with no rhyme or reason. Nathan Saniti saunters out of the back as casually as an English Gentleman on a Sunday stroll, cane in hand and hat atop my head as ‘White Rabbit’ by Collide slinks through the P.A system. He barely notices the audience reaction, although it IS a bit louder with Kelli Starr coming down to the ring. Maybe an insurance policy. About a third of the way down the ramp, Nathan stops as smoke billows out from underneath him. Just as it envelops the pair completely, he tosses his hat into the ring where it hovers and begins to spew smoke of its own. As the smoke on the ramp clears, Nathan and Kelli have disappeared ... only to reappear in the ring as the smoke fades away from whence it came!

As Brooks shakes the hands of Saniti and Starr both, the music is replaced by the unmistakable sound of R.E.M.’s “Circus Envy”.

The music starts as N. Saniti strolls out from the back. He pays no attention whatsoever to the jeers of the audience. Standing atop the ramp, cane planted firmly in front of him, purple smoke envelopes N. 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, N. Saniti has appeared! He then casually strolls up to the steps and into the ring, his unsettling and unhinged smile decorating his face.

Moving towards the table ... Brooks offers a well-rehearsed smile and shakes N. Saniti’s hand as he takes his own seat at the opposite end of the table. The two seem to have been fitted with wireless microphones as murmurs can be heard over the speaker system, as well as P.G. Brooks. He asks Isabella for the requisite paperwork and she dutifully obliges, pulling a stack of papers already stapled off of her clipboard and handing them to Brooks. He looks the papers over with a keen eye before handing it over to Nathan Saniti ... the one who brought backup in Kelli Starr.

He looks at the paper for a brief second before taking a pen from his coat pocket and jotting his name on the line. He smiles and nods, saying something along the lines of ‘Finally, I have you right where all can see you charlatan!’ The behatted one slides the paperwork back to Brooks who hands the paper off to N. Saniti. He doesn’t even BOTHER with the cursory glance and signs the paper without question, his own microphone registering his words. ‘I’ll take my rightful place here, and you’ll return to whence you belong ... on the OTHER side of the looking glass!’

As Brooks takes the contract back, he glances over it and nods before handing it back over to his assistant who returns it to the clipboard. Brooks standing from his chair, he moves around the table and begins to usher the two men together for an amazing photo-op in the center of the ring ... shaking hands. The two meet in mid-ring and hesitantly grip hands. A quick smile from Nathan and Kelli, a deceptive little smirk on N. Saniti’s face ...

... and then, LIKE A SERPENT’S STRIKE!

N. Saniti spins and in a flurry, pushes Kelli back to the corner. The president is shielded from harm and escapes the ring at the insistence of his security detail. N. Saniti drops his top hat brim first to the mat ... gesturing wildly and lifting it with a puff of smoke to reveal a full standing body sized mirror! The crowd ooohs and ahhhhhhhs, struck by the suddenness of it. Even Kelli is gobsmacked for the moment. Smiling, N. Saniti gestures towards the mirror. Nathan scoffs and dismisses it ... for all of two seconds ... before N. Saniti lifts it and begins a downswing onto Nathan’s head!

The crowd cringes at the shattering glass ... only to find that there is no gritty, crystal-clear crash! Just ... silence! Nathan Saniti has been swallowed up in the mirror! The crowd is hushed as N. Saniti lets out a mouthful of rage once he sees the change in plans. ‘No! NO! You shouldn’t be able to traverse so easily! No, you can’t do this to me! Come back, I insist, you rapscallion! Come back here right this instant and fight me, I WILL have my vengeance!’ But in the midst of his anger, a thought occurs to him ... and thrusts him back into that self-assured smile.

‘... I have him at my mercy.’

‘AHAHAHAHAHA he is mine! Mine until the night of Mass Destruction! Cry, little sister ... !’ ... said to Kelli Starr. With that, he sheathes the mirror in his hat and darts out of the ring as quick as a hare ... barely one step ahead of Kelli Starr who has come to her senses and begun to give chase! The last sight we see of the pair is Kelli hounding N. Saniti as he makes good his escape into the backstage area!

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‘I hesitated to even do this ... but it’s a prudent choice.’

‘We BOTH know that they WILL decide to take the numbers game to us, and it will be only a matter of time before they pick us apart like warm bread if we’re not up to the task.’ The voice is soothing, all the while haunting and containing notes of cruelty and truth. The wiry orange hair is the first thing you notice from behind in the low-lit corridor, somewhere in the bowels of the Pure Class arena. Clichè perhaps, but hell ... it’s a reasonable assumption that the two would be undisturbed by anyone as they speak in private. They didn’t count on our crack squad of Pure Class cameras!

‘I’m not saying you’re getting out of this intact. Nor that you’ll be spared ANY of the trouble they’ll present. What I -am- suggesting is that if they decide ... WHEN they decide ... to use their ‘tactics’, we simply we will be ready for it.’ The other man, clearly Justin Michaels, nods in full agreement with Phinehas Grimm. He crosses his arms and replies with a simple ‘You’re right.’

‘Murdoc and Eira aren’t going to let this go down easy, even with Non Compos Mental referee-ing. He’s the wild card, but they have to know their biggest strength lies in numbers, so you’re not wrong about that. It’s not a bad idea.’ And with that, Michaels extends his hand to Grimm in a show of muted solidarity. Grimm, however, is reluctant to offer his hand. Shaking his head, he turns to leave ... casually remarking over his shoulder.

‘I don’t need a handshake. Your word should hold its’ own weight.’

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Singles Match

World #1 Contendership

Whitey Ford vs Andy D

Referee: Marcos Cruz

The intro of 'Are You Not Entertained' by Dot Rotten 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.

The southern style guitars play over the PA system as strobe lights and the PCWtron flash white light to the beat of the bass drum. When ’Bad Man’ by Bobaflex 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 men circle each other hesitantly, both aware of what it at stake in this match. The crowd is on their feet, awaiting this epic battle. The audience explodes as the two men lock up with one another. Andy D gets the upper hand to start and he drives his knee into Ford’s midsection. Ford doubles over and Andy D hits him with an elbow into the back of the head. Andy D then grabs him in a headlock. Ford lunges forward now with his legs and he charges into the corner, sending Andy back-first into the turnbuckles and breaking the hold.

Now free, Ford unloads on Andy with a front kick to the midsection followed up by an uppercut to the chin. Andy slumps over in the corner now. Ford grabs him and he Irish whips him across the ring. Andy D hits the opposite turnbuckles with a thud. Ford charges at him, but Andy gets his feet up at the last second and he hits Whitey Ford with a double boot to the face. Andy D now charges out of the corner and he drops Whitey Ford to the mat with a clothesline. Andy pulls Ford up now.

He sets him up and drops him down to the mat with a snap suplex. Andy D now goes for the quick cover, but Ford kicks out right before two. Andy D pulls Ford up but he’s suddenly met with a chinbreaker that sends him down to the mat. Whitey Ford pulls him up now and he hits him with a German suplex. Andy D hits the mat with a thud and he rolls out of the ring to compose himself. It doesn’t last long as Whitey Ford comes off of the top ropes with a somersault suicide plancha! It connects, leaving both men down on the outside of the ring.

Whitey Ford slowly gets back up to his feet. He reaches down and pulls Andy D up. Andy grabs him suddenly and throws him hard into the barricade. Andy D now leaps up and he hits Whitey with an enziguri, sending him falling down to the floor. Andy D now slides into the ring. He doesn’t stay there long though as he climbs to the top ropes and waits for Whitey Ford to get to his feet. As he does, Andy D leaps off of the ropes with a picture-perfect moonsault!

Whitey Ford dives out of the way right before the move connects and Andy D crashes into the ringside barricade! Whitey Ford now stands up and he walks over to Andy D, who is down on the floor clutching his ribs. Whitey pulls him up and rolls him back into the ring. Whitey Ford goes for a cover, but Andy D manages to get his shoulder up right before three.

Ford stands up and he walks over to the corner of the ring. He backs into the corner and takes a moment to catch his breath as Andy D slowly struggles to his feet. Suddenly Whitey Ford runs at him and he hits him with a vicious running dropkick! Andy D hits the mat hard. Whitey Ford goes for another cover, but again Andy D kicks out before three.

Whitey pulls Andy up now and he Irish whips him into the ropes. Andy D reverses it and he throws Whitey off of the ropes instead. Andy now leaps up and he connects with a hurricanrana! He rolls through into a pinning combination, but this time it’s Whitey Ford who kicks out just before three.

Andy D pulls Whitey up, only to send him back down to the mat with a DDT. Andy now climbs to the top ropes once more. He waits for Whitey to get to his feet and, when he does, Andy leaps off with a missile dropkick, hitting Whitey Ford right in the face! Andy D with a cover now... and a kickout!

Andy pulls Whitey up and he whips him into the corner. Andy charges at him now and he leaps into the air with a flying elbow! Whitey ducks out of the way and Andy D hits the turnbuckle hard! Whitey Ford catches him as he comes out of the corner dazed. He lifts him up and drives Andy down to the mat with Wasted-Land! Whitey Ford now with a cover.... Andy D manages to get his shoulder up right before a three count!

Whitey gets to his feet and he waits for Andy to get back up as well. Andy D uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet. Whitey approaches him, but suddenly Andy runs at him and he drops him down to the mat with a running STO! Andy D goes for a cover immediately... but Whitey Ford kicks out!

Andy D pulls Whitey up. Suddenly, Whitey kicks him in the stomach! He then sets him up in a crucifix position! He tosses Andy forward, pulling his body down and sitting into a high impact piledriver. The Backtoss Piledriver leaves Andy down on the mat motionless. Whitey Ford slowly puts Andy into position and he goes for a cover....... but Andy D barely raises his shoulder up right before the three count! The crowd is in shock and the match continues!

Whitey pulls Andy D up. Suddenly, Andy D shoves him backwards. Whitey stumbles back and he falls down to one knee on the mat. Andy runs at him and he connects with the Dragon’s Bite shining wizard! Andy D with a cover now........ but Whitey Ford manages to kick out right before the referee’s hand hits the mat for three!

Both men remain on the canvas for several seconds. The crowd slowly rises to its feet, applauding the efforts of the two men in the ring. Andy D gets to his feet first. He pulls Whitey up, but Whitey hits him with a right hand to the face. Andy returns the favor. The two men begin to exchange rights and lefts in the center of the ring. They’re unloading on one another, putting everything they have into each punch. Whitey Ford eventually gets the upper hand as he drops Andy to the mat with a stiff forearm to the face. Whitey Ford now climbs to the top ropes. He leaps off of the ropes with a diving senton.... but nobody is home as Andy D rolls out of the way! Andy now with a quick cover...... but Whitey Ford kicks out again!

Andy D pulls Whitey up and he drops him down to the mat with a short-arm clothesline. Andy now bounces off of the ropes and he hits a leg drop. He waits for Ford to get to his knees and charges at him with another Dragon’s Bite! Ford ducks out of the way and Andy D hits the mat! Both men are down once more. Whitey slowly gets up and he grabs Andy D, who catches him with an elbow to the midsection. Andy D now drops Ford down to the mat with a DDT!

He pulls Whitey up once more. Suddenly, Whitey Ford kicks him in the stomach and he once again sets him up for a Backtoss Piledriver! Andy D drops down from the crucifix though! Whitey Ford turns around and Andy jumps up, catching him with a hurricanrana.... that Whitey Ford turns into a powerbomb! Whitey with a cover.... and Andy D with a kickout before three!

The two men slowly stand up once more. Andy D charges at Whitey with a clothesline that Whitey ducks. He then turns and kicks Andy D hard in the gut, doubling him over! Whitey Ford sets him up and delivers the Backtoss Piledriver once more! This time he is able to deliver the move and Whitey Ford covers Andy quickly! The referee counts one.... two.... and three! Andy D gets his shoulder up, but not quickly enough as the referee signals for the bell, awarding Whitey Ford the victory!

Winner: Whitey Ford

The crowd is on their feet for a match worthy of both of these men. A hard-fought match with neither man budging an inch in his desire for the ultimate prize in the land. Andy pounds the mat in a moment of frustration ... the realization dawning on him. Hands thrust through his hair, he watches as Whitey has the referee lift his hand in clear cut victory. No more talk of cheap wins, of backdoor victories. It’s all out in the open for the world to see. And the world sees it plain as day, applauding the efforts of BOTH men in the ring.

The world ....

... and Patrick Gregory Brooks himself. He’s at the top of the stage, clapping with great pride and enthusiasm. He smiles and points to the ring, beckoning the crowd to make some noise for these two hard-working and deserving individuals. He lets the crowd run its’ course on applause before settling them down and requesting a microphone.

‘Now THAT is a quality match. Whitey Ford, you have proven yourself as a worthy number one contender. Congratulations, you WILL be moving on to face Eira for the World Championship!’ The crowd is cheering the decision, eagerly anticipating the fireworks of the main event at Mass Destruction. He settles them down once they make their voices heard. ‘Andy D ... my boy, you have truly shown that even in defeat ... a man can hold his head high for the effort he gives in order to take what he truly wants. My hat, though not a bucket hat ... or a hat at all ... is off to you sir. You have NOTHING to be ashamed of in your loss here tonight.’

‘Now the question remains: what is NEXT for Andy D? It seems as though most of Mass Destruction’s matches have been cemented, but I still have yet to see Andy D’s name on the lineup. Tonight, the theme of Trauma has been OPPORTUNITY. Opportunity and rewarding the most deserving of individuals. Andy, I can tell you right now that you ARE deserving. Whitey, I don’t mean to diminish the magnitude of your victory ... you CLEARLY earned your spot in the Main Event at Mass Destruction. BUT ... well, gosh-darn it I think Andy D has earned a spot there too! What do YOU think, Greenville?!’

The crowd goes electric and their cheers break through the roof on the Pure Class Arena! It’s clear that Andy D in the Main Event is a choice that sits extremely well with the PCW Faithful. ‘By The People ... FOR The People. Andy D, it will be you squaring off against Whitey Ford and Eira for the WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP at Mass Destruction! Whitey, heck of a good showing. Both of you deserve the chance to shine at the biggest pay-per-view of the year. Here’s your opportunity. Good luck and God Bless.’

The crowd is on their feet as Brooks exits to the backstage area. Whitey is in the ring looking less than enthused, while Andy D has a twinkle in his eye. Patrick Gregory Brooks ... god, the fans love him.

[Murdoc]

Main Event

PCW Champion Four Way Face-off 

Justin "Stormm" Michaels (Genesis Champion) vs Murdoc (North American Champion) vs Grimm (International Champion) vs Eira (World Champion)

Special Referee: Non Compos Mentis

We’re back from commercial and it’s time for our Main Event of the evening!

We’re treated to Non Compos Mentis already in the ring, looking mighty pleased with himself ... showing off the sleeveless (it looks like the sleeves have been ripped off) referee’s uniform, jacket around his waist. He lets the ringside announcer do his duty and announce him officially as referee, a twisted smirk caressing his features. The introductions are made and ...

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 ... all the while keeping both eyes fixated on Non Compos Mentis. NCM sees the death glare and responds only with a smile. He even shows Murdoc the referee’s shirt and point between the two, almost as if to say ‘I own you tonight.’

The scene is broken up by the arena lights dimming down to a gentle glow and the sound of pouring rain filling 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!"

"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. He’s keeping a wary eye on both Murdoc and NCM, well aware that this powder keg could blow at any minute. Even before all the competitors are here.

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. He seems to not pay any mind to the NCM/Murdoc squabbles, it’s simply time to do what he does best: Harvest.

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. Interestingly enough, Murdoc and Eira don’t seem to be discussing strategy nor preparing to double team the two opponents.

Could they really be going into this match with the mindset of survival of the fittest?

Alert the media ...

... for the above, and because this one is underway!

The crowd is on their feet for the main event. Many questions still remain, a main one being: what kind of officiating will NCM utilize? Will he call it objectively, with the rules in mind? Or will he be lax in the calls, allowing the competitors the freedom to do mostly what they will? As Anton LaVey once posited: ‘Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.’ SO many questions and we’re about to find out.

Grimm and Stormm immediately rush Murdoc! Get the big man out early and then let the weeding of souls begin. Eira ... jumps in with the three?! Get the big man out early, he’s the obvious power hitter. Eira, Grimm and Stormm working in tandem for the briefest of moments, the three power Murdoc into the corner and begin raining blows on the metal-masked monster. NCM remains in the corner, allowing them to take Murdoc to task without so much as a five count. Finally, underneath the unrelenting onslaught, Murdoc wisely falls out of the ring through the middle and top rope. Hitting the floor, he lands on his hands and knees as Eira, Stormm and Grimm back away from each other. That is, only long enough for Eira to get a running headstart and land a beautiful suicide dive onto a newly standing Murdoc! The impact sending both Untouchables several feet from the ring, NCM laughs and claps as Eira recovers like a cat ... Murdoc down for the moment. As she turns to enter the ring once more, she watches as Grimm and Stormm go at it on the opposite side of the ring.

Grimm backing Stormm into a corner, he attempts to chop Stormm down with several knife-edged blows to the chest but the Genesis Champion reverses and lands several of his own. Stormm has the added bonus of underdog status in this match. With the other three being some heavy-hitters and Stormm having been left for dead in the Genesis division, he’s eager to show why he is STILL the man to look out for. And show it, he does. The crowd behind every strike, every blow ... he finally has Grimm on wobbled legs as Grimm pushes his way from the corner ...

... right into a dashing Eira! She’s re-entered the ring and ready to lay into some poor souls. Grimm catching her underneath the sternum, he lifts her high into the air to avoid the brunt of her impact. Eira falling from waaaaaaaaaay up there, Stormm is ready to catch her on the way down with an AMAZING dropkick. Almost LITERALLY straight up and down, Eira has nowhere to run to and takes it on the chin. So to speak. As she comes crashing to the mat for a double dose of impact, the crowd cringes before letting out a monsoon .... erm, Stormm-sized cheer.

NCM is quite content to get in the mix, if only to get a better view of the carnage between the competitors. It’s pretty much cemented that he’s only there to make a pinfall or submission. He’s not worrying about count-outs or disqualifications. He, like every one in attendance, is just expecting a good FIGHT. The crowd doesn’t seem too upset with this. Stormm dropping in on the pin, Grimm quickly pulls Stormm off before NCM can even drop to make the count. Shoving Stormm away, Grimm drops to make the pin attempt ... actually netting a one count before Storm has landed a beautiful double axe handle strike to the Lord of Misrule’s back. Dragging Grimm to his feet, Stormm lands a few parting shots before whipping Grimm into the ropes.

Eira wisely rolling to the side, Grimm counters the whip by slipping behind Stormm with a waistlock. He’s got the hold cinched in tight and with great force, hoists Stormm off the ground and slams him full tilt onto the mat face first. Taking Stormm’s back, he moves to Stormm’s left leg and begins driving several brutal elbow points to the back of the knee. Grimm obviously has done his homework, knowing that Stormm’s left leg has been severely injured several times in the past. This is simply his way of making sure Stormm doesn’t get the idea that they’re FRIENDS. You know. Singles match and all.

Grimm actually letting the poor bastard go after driving his point home, he begins to back away to survey the situation ... and in THAT split-second .... he’s baaaaaaaaaaaaaaack. Murdoc grabs Grimm from behind by the hair and begins to pull him out onto the apron OVER the top rope. And there’s NCM, dutiful official, giving Murdoc a fairly quick count to release the hair. 1-2-3-4-...

... a quick count, but Murdoc has let go just as soon as Grimm is on the apron. Grimm, however, is not one to take this treatment so lightly and begins hammering away on the behemoth. Several blows alternating between the gut and the chest and Murdoc is staggered. Grimm backs away in time with Murdoc backing away to catch the quickest of breaths, when an explosion from Grimm! He rushes the big man and catches ... on the crooked elbow of Murdoc. A devastating clothesline that turns Grimm inside out and sends him crashing to the floor below. Several replays are shown of Murdoc absolutely demolishing the Hangtown Horror with a lariat.

As Murdoc enters the ring, it’s clear he’s not at tippy-top condition ... but that’s where it gets dangerous for everyone else. Looking at the recovering competitors in the ring, Murdoc goes after the slightly farther along Eira and picks her up in military press fashion. Holding her high over his head, he waits. She’s struggling the entire way up but it’s no use. His grip is still as vaunted as ever. Stormm finally returning to his feet, a kink in the wheels obvious to everyone ... Murdoc knows Stormm isn’t going anywhere fast.

He pushes Eira as high as he can and HURLS the World Champion back-first at the Genesis Champion. He has literally used a person as a weapon against another person. It’s like using Eira as a thrown log against Stormm. Uncanny. Eira collides with Stormm and both go crashing to the mat. Stormm manages to twist in such a way that Eira takes the hardest impact ... right onto her head and shoulder off to Stormm’s side. The monster is alive once more as him moves to BOTH downed competitors and covers them BOTH for a pinfall attempt.

NCM ... is nowhere NEAR making a count. He drops lackadaisically to the mat and barely hits a one before both competitors kick out.

Last straw? You have been had.

Murdoc instantly pops ups from the mat and wraps his hands around NCM’s throat. He’s in NCM’s face and is on the verge on forcing him back into the corner when NCM begins to rant and rave, screaming about being the referee and Murdoc about to be thrown from the match, just like he threw his little hunny-bunny! Murdoc is nearly to that point, will he snap?!

Murdoc reluctantly shoves NCM back into the corner to break off all contact, a Herculean effort to restrain himself from taking the ejection.

As he spins to return to his dominant ways, Stormm is there to land a boot to the gut. Hooking the head, it takes all his might but he manages to lift the big man off his feet (with the aid of the waistband) and drops Murdoc sickly to the mat with a DDT. HANGCLOUD DDT! He couldn’t lift the big man high enough with the combination of opponent size and his own injured leg ... leading to a very sick and very SCARY DDT impact. The crowd is HUSHED at the brutality of the move. No one deserves to have a broken neck, not even a heartless bastard like Murdoc.

As Stormm struggles to roll Murdoc over, Eira is there with a punch. A kick. SEVERAL punches. SEVERAL kicks. She’s backing Stormm into the corner. THOU SHALT NOT, Stormm! She’s raining heavy handed blows, the first of which Stormm attempts to answer but before long, Stormm’s responses are all but erased as Eira literally unloads onto Storm’s face and body. Over and over, this Violence Party is gonna last ALLLLLLLLLLLLLL night at this rate!

Finally, Eira begins to slow and Stormm is a crumpled mess in the corner. Eira begins to drag Michaels out of the corner but .... SURPRISE! Grimm is there (what, you thought he vanished? Psht.) to springboard over the top rope! He’s been biding his time, watching the shenaniganry unfold. These people. Tch. Hooking Eira’s head on his way over, he twists in mid-air and uses all his momentum to pull Eira down to the mat headfirst. HARVEST! He just Harvested Eira! It’s a fan’s wet dream!

Eira colliding hard thanks to the second sick DDT landing in 30 seconds, Grimm rolls her over for the pinfall.

1!

2!

... NO! Murdoc has crawled on his belly and used all of his weight to shove Grimm off of Eira. As he slowly clambers to his hands and knees, Grimm returns to Murdoc quickly and begins to help the dazed beast to his feet ... assist Murdoc to the slaughter. As Murdoc rises fully, Grimm with a handful of hair ... Murdoc suddenly breaks the hold and lets fly a BEAUTIFUL right hand! TEMPORARY OBLIVION for Grimm! The impact shaking Grimm’s brain within his skull, Grimm collapses to the mat ... as does Murdoc.

Grimm watching the pretty dancing lights at the top of the arena, it’s several long and patient seconds before Murdoc drapes an arm over Grimm. NCM drops to the mat to make the three count!

1!

2!

... foot on the ropes! Grimm gets a foot on the ropes!

... actually? NCM has surreptitiously placed Grimm’s foot on the ropes with his free hand. Murdoc is in shock, but NCM makes it abundantly clear as he shoves Grimm out of the ring with his foot. What is NCM doing?! Murdoc staggering to his feet, he goes to grab Stormm from the corner he was left in ... but NCM is there first and tosses Stormm out of the ring to avoid the chance at the pinfall.

... and then it dawns on Murdoc, about the same time as it does everyone else.

There is only one person left to pin in the ring.

Eira.

NCM smiles and nods, pointing cruelly at Eira who hasn’t moved an inch since Grimm harvested her. Murdoc turning to Eira, there is no hesitation on his part as he pulls her into the center of the ring and hooks the leg!

1!

2!

... 3!!!

Winner: Murdoc via pinfall

As NCM signals for the bell, he’s quick to escape the ring before Murdoc can take his revenge out! He’s laughing maniacally as Murdoc drags himself to the ropes, eyeing the madman with all the fires of Hell. Eira is stirring behind him, but the point has been made sickeningly clear: ‘I forced you to sacrifice your heart to win. You ARE a monster.’ As Murdoc slowly clambers to his feet, the crowd ... who WERE jeering the obviously biased officiating, is now on their feet with joy. NCM knows this is too saccharine sounding to be true so he begins to scan his surroundings. Attack, where’s the attack, where’s it coming from?!

... nowhere.

It’s just Patrick Gregory Brooks at the top of the ramp.

PATRICK GREGORY BROOKS?!

NCM stops in mid-backpedal and stares at Brooks who has a microphone in hand.

‘Why hello there.’ The crowd cheers at his simple greeting. ‘Opportunity. Opportunity. For someone who has talked up opportunity tonight, I can’t say too much. NCM, you took the opportunity and perverted it into something ... well, something not very good. Your officiating was lazy, biased and downright bad. If you were a tenured referee, after that showing? You’d be FIRED.’ The crowd explodes at the suggestion that NCM may be released from his contract for such poor officiating.

‘You went into business for YOURSELF, and you cheated the fans out of the match that COULD have been. I don’t like that. The fans don’t like that. But they WILL like ... who I’m going to solve the problem.’

‘NCM, you’ll get your showdown with Murdoc at Mass Destruction. And since there was no conclusive winner in the number one contender’s match for Murdoc’s title, I’ll even throw you a bone on that and name YOU the Number One contender at Mass Destruction only. At Mass Destruction, a new number one contender will be named. So you only have the one shot. There’s opportunity!’ NCM smiles and points with vile intent at Murdoc, who is now standing arm-in-arm with a recuperating Eira.

‘ ... but there will be no lax officiating. You want to let people fight, not follow the rules, make it no-disqualification? Well NCM, you’re going to get a taste of your own medicine. At Mass Destruction, you will face Murdoc in a ... JUNKYARD BRAWL! You want to have your hobo horde infiltrate my arena, you want to play without RULES?! YOU GOT IT, BUCKO!’ With that, Brooks throws down the microphone and salutes the people as he makes his way backstage.

NCM is in utter shock at the announcement, while in the ring ... if you could see underneath the metal mask ...

... you’d see a cruel smile creep across Murdoc’s face.

-CLICK!-

<sub>High Tide defeats Jule Martins
Rick Majors vs. Tyler Scott ends in a no-contest
Michael Wryght def. Kelli Starr to become the International Championship’s #1 contender
Whitey Ford def. Andy D to become the World Championship’s #1 Contender
Murdoc def. Eira, Phinehas Grimm and Justin Michaels

Thanks to EVERYONE for putting up some of their BEST work this week! What a way to head into a pay-per-view huh?! I’m excited to bring this one to you, there’s so MUCH going on. So much has happened on this set of results especially that kicks everything into high-gear. Let’s blaze the last card of this cycle with an AWESOME pay-per-view. Who’s with me!?</sub>