Trauma 152 Results!

[Murdoc]

Welcome to this week’s edition of P.C.W. TRAUMA! We’re coming hot off the heels of what could be considered one of the most brutal, violent and AMAZING pay-per-views in P.C.W. history! We’re shown several stills of the happenings: Nathan Saniti throwing N. Saniti through a huge mirror. Kelli Starr finally getting her revenge on the Flying Freebooters for being a nuisance to her for the past few months and Stormm celebrating with the Genesis title. The appearance of Mr. President Patrick Gregory Brooks with the cadre of Superstars to represent P.C.W.’s newest battlefield, The Underground! 

Rick Majors finally getting some measure of closure in his still-bubbling feud with Tyler Scott via victory! Let’s not forget the brutal Junkyard Brawl with Non Compos Mentis defeating Murdoc for The North American Championship, or Michael Wryght pinning Grimm for the International Championship. And finally ... Whitey Ford managing to overcome the odds and defeat Eira and Andy D for the World Championship! There are a lot of combustible elements, questions to be answered, and things to be brought up once more as we head to the ring to kick things off right ... with a little action!



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Match One 

Four Corners Match

Cory ‘The Bear’ Steel vs. Donzig vs. Anson(w/Suende) vs. Tyrone ‘Crazy Boy’ Smith

Referee: Nolan Burke

Donzig stalks from the back, pausing to sneer at the crowd before shaking his head as ‘Determined’ by Mudvayne blares over the P.A. system. The heavy riffs accentuating his walk to the ring, he climbs inside before walking around the ropes. Climbing the nearest turnbuckle to glare at the fans, Donzig hops down and begins dashing around the ring ... building up the adrenaline and reaction time that will hopefully carry him smoothly (or roughly, depending on who you ask) through the match to be held.

Mudvayne is replaced by Bonehead and their tune ‘Naked City’. The assault on the ears continues for a moment when Anson emerges from the back with Suende in tow. He stops at the top of the ramp and waits for Suende to catch up. And when she does, the duo head down together in tandem. She climbs the ring steps and waits on the apron while Anson slithers in under the bottom rope. He uses the top rope to pull himself to his feet before sitting on the middle rope ... leaving Suende to stalk the outside of the ring like a hungry piranha, waiting for fresh meat to come her way.

The arena turns red and black with the crowd growing into cheers, the bells of the song ring, and "Heaven Knows" by The Pretty Reckless plays! Cory Steel emerges from the back a calm and focused look on his face. Cory pauses looking over his shoulder when Othello Craven walks out. The two men continue down the ramp when from through the crowd three masked men crawl over the barricades, they fall in line behind Cory. As Cory walks down the ramp he smirks as he looks left then right seeing the crowd clapping to the rythm of the song and the growing chants of his name. He rolls under the bottom rope quickly getting to his feet and goes straight to his corner. Taking a hair tie from his pocket he pulls his hair back and then remains still. The rest of his bodyguards take a watchful stand in Cory's corner.

The lights flicker and fade out as the pulsating beats of Dope Star Inc's "10000 Watts of Artificial Pleasure" pops on the PA system. Smoke fills the arena as a figure stands in the middle of it. All the sudden, Crazy Boy comes out of the smoke and pumps a fist in the air. He walks down the entryway and climbs the ropes of the ring. He bounces around the ropes a few times, pumps his fist in the air one last time and stares around at the gathered opponents. Hungry, angry people ... all looking to make a name for themselves in the Underground.

Donzig and Anson want to start, while Cory Steel and Crazy Boy find no objection; why go first when you can simply pick up the pieces later?

Anson and Donzig meeting in the center of the ring, it’s not long before the first volley is fired in the form of a stiff right hand from Donzig. Anson retaliates with his own punch and we’re off to the races! This match is DEFINITELY not going to be pretty. In fact, it’s already starting to look Rolling Stones group photo ugly. The pair trading heavy handed shots, it’s Donzig who gets the upperhand and forces Anson back into a neutral corner. Raining down shots, Anson does well to block 3/4 of them, but the other portion is enough to rock the painted assassin. (HISTORY PLUG; Look It Up!)

Grabbing Anson by the wrist, he Irish Whips him across the ring. Or at least, he would, if Anson had not reversed. Donzig hitting the turnbuckles on the opposite side, Anson is half a step behind and goes for another Irish Whip but instead reverses his own direction and brings Donzig back towards him, pulling Donzig down and directing the man directly into his thrust forward knee. The impact hitting Donzig directly between the eyes, Anson goes to attempt a cover but ... SLAP! The sound of flesh on flesh ringing out, Crazy Boy takes it upon himself to enter the match for the first time this evening.

Anson letting a twisted grin cross his features, he steps aside with an overly gracious flourish and allows Crazy Boy to enter ... whereupon he drops Smith with a huge lariat to the back of the neck. The referee watching intently, he’s making no attempt to get involved ... showing that the rules are slightly more lax in this sort of situation. Crazy Boy and Donzig both struggling to return to their feet, Donzig is first and lands on Crazy Boy with a Lou Thesz press. Pounding away on Smith, the referee isn’t attempting to break up the hold or even warn Donzig about closed fists. It’s gonna be THAT type of match huh?

Crazy Boy realizing that the ref will not be breaking this up, he takes it upon himself to explode out of nowhere with a massive show of strength and force Donzig off of him. Crazy Boy rattled, he scrambles towards the corner and tags in Cory Steel, leaving Donzig to watch as the Bear stalks into the ring. Cracking his knuckles, one of the more vocal proponents of the Underground begins to circle with Donzig. The two meeting in the center of the ring, Donzig going for a flurry of punches and kicks. Steel, however, has other plans and literally shoves Donzig off of him and back a few feet.

Donzig landing on his feet, he’s met with an incredible burst of speed from the Bear, followed by a huge clothesline that drops Hardcore Incarnate. There have been studies done that denote a man’s best chance to avoid bears is to run downhill; the center of gravity is affected to allow a chance at escape. As Donzig clambers to his feet, Cory is ready and levels him with a follow-up Big Boot that plants Donzig to the mat once again. Dozing, the heart of a fighter, staggers to his feet but is finally felled for more than a few seconds with a HUGE Spinebuster.

Cory goes for the pin, which the referee is only TOO happy to count.

1 ...

2 ...

... -BREAK! The pin is broken by the foot of Anson connecting with the back of Cory Steel’s skull. A flurry of punches and Cory seems to be shrugging them off as he rises. The referee doesn’t bother breaking up the fight and soon, Crazy Boy is in from the outside to help Anson keep the much larger Cory Steel down. Cory fighting his way to his feet valiantly under the torrential downpour of blows, he finally manages to break the trend and shoves them both aside ... long enough to allow Donzig to nail a low blow on the Bear.

Finally, Cory Steel drops to the mat in pain and ... is it going to break down into a free-for-all?! Anson and Crazy Boy going at it, Donzig manages to Slither (HA! Number two on the History Shot; LOOK IT UP!!) off to the side ... hoping to remain low-key (Okay okay, I’m done after this one.) while he catches his breath from the constant blitzkrieg of his opponents. Cory down in the middle of the ring, it’s Anson and Crazy Boy battling tooth and nail off to the side. Both men are swinging for the fences until an inopportune misstep by Anson lets Crazy Boy send him over the top rope and to the floor with a huge clothesline! Crazy Boy nodding to the crowd, they’re on their feet as Smith bounces off the opposite set of ropes and ... SUICIDE DIVE!

The impact sends Anson flying and Crazy Boy going along with him! The crowd lets fly a 'HOLY SHIT!’ chant while Suende rushes to the fallen combatants, not even bothering to check on Anson. Instead, she makes it her job to kick Crazy Boy in the back and side repeatedly, even stomping on him a few times with her pointed heels.

The referee focused on both sets of action at the same time ... wait. What? That’s right. Steel and Donzig are back to their feet and battling it out on the far side of the ring. Cory obviously feeling the effects of the low blow, his mobility is impaired as he proceeds to ignore agility and lay into Donzig with huge punches. Donzig retaliating with renewed determination, there’s a break in the storm coming ... but who will land the shot that turns the tide?!

It’s DONZIG, with a Spear! GORE! GORE! GORRRRRRRRRRRE!

Donzig dropping onto Steel for the cover, the ref is ready and drops to make the count!

1 ...

2 ...

3-no! Cory gets out at the last second with a shoulder. Donzig rolls off of Steel, in disbelief at the survivability of Steel. As Donzig slowly climbs to his feet, it looks to be the newcomer’s night! Can he polish off the PCW mainstay in his debut match?! He’s setting up, looking to put Steel away for good as the Bear lumbers to life once more. He turns to face Donzig and ...

... NO! Crazy Boy with the missle dropkick from the side! Donzig is down! Steel quick to toss Crazy Boy back out to the floor the hard way, he picks Donzig up and hooks him up. Suplex ... no! Trouble in the East; the inverted brainbuster! He drops Donzig to the mat with a vicious THUD and is in perfect placement for the pin. Dropping on top of his fallen foe, the ref jumps in to make the count.

1 ...

2 ...

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3!

Anson dives in to make the save but is it ...

YES! It’s too late! The crowd jumps to its’ feet as Cory gets the pinfalll on Donzig!

Winner: Cory Steel via pinfall

The crowd roars its’ approval as a graphic flashes onto the PCWtron with each of the four men accounted for ... a single tally mark placed beside Cory Steel’s name. Cory gestures to the screen and to the fans as he stalks around the ring celebrating his hard-fought victor. Security begins to make its’ way to the ring to make sure that no other shenaniganry happens after the bell, each competitor escorted to the back as we OURSELVES go to ...

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Match Two

Singles Match

‘Darkstar’ Desmond Schon vs. Gem

Referee: Austin Shaw

As the opening strains of "Years Ago" by Alice Cooper filter in over the PA, the lights go dim and the crowd grows quiet as the eerie notes and spooky sound of the singer's voice fill the air. A pale spotlight shines in the center of the entrance stage, and Schon seems to slowly filter into the light from thin air, like a mirage. A dark grin crosses his face as he surveys the arena crowd and casually makes his way down to the ring.

Alice Cooper is suddenly replaced by ‘Witchcraft’ by Amira Yamaoka and out walks Gem to a mixed reaction. The crowd is eager to see these newcomers for the first time and they’re not hesitant to show it. She eschews the typical theatrics of an entrance and walks towards the ring. Completely ignoring everything and everyone around her, Gem stares straight ahead ... her gaze fixed on the ring and her opponent. Reaching ringside, Gem slowly climbs the stairs and nimbly hops into the ring. Gem remains absolutely still and waits with predatory focus for the match to begin.

And begin the match does! In a flash, Gem is across the ring with lightning-quick strikes! Schon is taken completely off-guard as Gem begins to pinpoint the man’s joints. Elbows and knees. Precision strikes, surgically accurate and viscerally effective. Before long, Schon is down to a knee and Gem standing over top of him, nearly unable to respond in any measurable fashion. And then ...

... BOOM! a sickening thumb to the eyes. You’d think the poor woman’s eyeball had been forced out of the skull through the back of her head. Gem staggers back, desperately trying to regain her vision as Schon takes the opportunity to catch his breath ... shake the tenderness out from his joints. The only thing that’ll really help out is time, and time he is short on for Gem will be right back on the attack once she’s able to see clearly again.

As Schon pushes his advantage, he nabs her from behind and takes her to the mat in a quick, clean motion. Gem hitting the mat face-first, Schon begins to repeatedly pound her head into the mat. Over and over and over. Brutal in its’ efficiency, Schoon finally relents for all of two seconds. Backing away from his fallen prey, the referee isn’t anywhere to be found as Schon lets his opponent get to a knee before laying her out with a running knee to the sternum. Gem forced back to the mat again, Schon goes for the pinfall.

1 ...

2 ...

... Gem with the shoulder up at two! There’s still fight in this one yet. Dragging her to his feet, Schon has already made a huge mistake as Gem begins chopping at the man’s legs with savage kicks. Schon forced to retreat slightly, Gem refuses to back away and forces Schon into a nearby corner. Pressing the issue, Gem clinches in the corner Muay Thai style and begins to land devastating knees to the ribs and kicks to the lower legs. The crowd is wincing in pain at the relentlessness of the woman’s strikes. Schon going for his own clench, he positions it just right after blocking a knee with his own leg that he is able to drop to the ground and land an insidious jawbreaker that breaks the clench.

Gem staggering back, she’s clearly rocked by the impact and Schon is on her out of desperation, landing a a running faceplant. Gem taking a lot of attacks to the head, it’s no wonder why Desmond Schon can be seen as a little bit ... sadistic. Standing, Schon grabs Gem by the hair and begins to drag her along the canvas ... scraping her flesh against the rough mat. Finally getting her into place, he drops an elbow and makes a cover.

1 ...

2 ...

... Gem with another kickout at two. The woman is not out just yet and it’s clearly having an effect on Schon’s mental state. Tired of the constant strikes, Schon picks Gem up and scoops her up into powerslam position. Perhaps a shoulderbreaker. Perhaps ... some other time. Gem slipping off of the man’s shoulder and behind him, she lands several kicks to the back of the knee and once he’s weakened, wraps her arm around his neck and pulls back. Reverse DDT! NO! What Dreams May Come, Desmond Schon?! The rolling cutter planting Schon on the mat, she drops on top of him for her first pinfall attempt of the match.

1 ...

2 ...

... 3!

Winner: Gem via pinfall

The constant striking and techincally sound offense of Gem has paid off against Desmond Schon! As she rises to her feet, she leans against the ropes and watches Schon slowly crawl towards the outside edge of the ring ... making sure that the job is done to her satisfaction. As she begins to make her way backstage, the PCWtron lights up with another graphic. Gem and Desmond Schon join Cory Steel, Anson, Donzig and Crazy Boy on the ‘scoreboard’ ... a tally mark beside Gem’s name. Lifting a single finger into the air, she nods before she finally disappears from sight.

Well we’re just about ready for our next match when --

“SCUM OF…THE EARTH… COME ON!”

Hold on.

The heavy beat of drum and harsh guitar kick in immediately after hearing the voice of Rob Zombie blasting over the PA system. Instead of the typical chorus of boos, the fans give a restrained and mixed response as the face of the ‘Born Psycho’ flashes across the Tron. The PCW Faithful waits 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 finally walks out onto the stage with the North American title over his shoulder and the crowd greets him with an odd response that can only be described as strangely respectful. The man himself looks decidedly saner and smarter than normal, wearing full jeans, a plain black t-shirt and a denim jacket. Even his hair is trimmed back neatly. Something is clearly very different to NCM tonight, and the educated PCW fans know it after seeing his recent comments on Twitter on PCW’s official website. Calmly he begins to make his way down to the ring, striding down the ramp with a few curious looks to the crowd 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. He looks to the crowd again in slight surprise as a reasonable contingent shout the refrain along with the music in support.

“I’M BREATHING! I’M BLEEDING! I’M SCREAMING! SCUM OF… THE EARTH… COME ON!”

The powerful, frenzied beat goes on as NCM lingers on the apron for a thoughtful moment then climbs into the ring. Keeping the North American Title over his shoulder, Mentis makes his way over to the opposite ropes and asks for a microphone that is duly handed to him by Mark Long before moving back to the middle of the ring. As he stands there looking out at the PCW Faithful, ‘Scum of the Earth’ fades out and leaves only the strange and unexpected applause of the crowd.

NCM lifts a hand to the crowd as if to ask for quiet and they respectfully dim down just a little so that he can lift the mic to his mouth and speak. But just as he does he is stunned by a chant that starts low but gathers momentum fast.

“N-C-M! N-C-M! N-C-M!” the PCW Faithful chants, not in a show of support but more of respect for one of PCW’s longest serving superstars. They have watched him and hated him over the course of 8 years, but they also respect the blood, sweat and tears he has given for the company they love. Silently, NCM turns in the ring and stares at the whole audience until once more they start to die down and he dares to speak.

Non Compos Mentis: It’s been a long ol’ time since we’ve shared something like that, hasn’t it?

This only serves to bring about a massive cheer from the fans and inside the ring NCM looks visibly emotional as if he is finally understanding the consequences of something he is about to do. After a few moments, the crowd quietens again and allows Mentis to speak once more.

Non Compos Mentis: You know what’s funny? Eight and a half years ago some reckless punk walked into Pure Class Wrestling and one of the first things he did was insult every champion this company had, and then he picked a fight with one of its greatest ever superstars in Ace Anderson. He did everything he could to be despised by you guys and the one time he actually earned your cheers after years of hard work and suffering, he threw them away for nothing. The funny thing is this… that reckless punk stands in front of you today and after everything I’ve put you through you still find it in your hearts to chant ‘N-C-M’. I haven’t said it enough over the years but you are what makes PCW special… thank you all.

The crowd erupts again into a self-congratulatory ovation as Mentis gives his own round of applause to them inside the ring. NCM gives the crowd as long as they need to get it out of their system and then begins again as the noise lessens.

Non Compos Mentis: It was against Ace and Slither... you guys remember Slither right? (A surprisingly large cheer rings out for the former PCW World Champion) It was against those two that I ended up winning my first North American Title back in 2005 and now it looks like we’re back where we started. Eight years later… a Tag Team Title, a Genesis Title, a World Title, Loki knocking my ass out of the Icemann Invitational every year or so and four North American title reigns to my name… and everything’s come full circle.

He’s pacing around the ring now, holding the North American title on his shoulder tightly as if he doesn’t want to let go of it. Still there are cheers from the crowd at the references from NCM’s past in PCW but he continues to tell his story.

Non Compos Mentis: As much as winning and holding the PCW World Championship means to me, this right here means something else entirely. From the first time I held it, it felt like it had found its rightful place on my shoulder. Through battles with Johnny Vivacious, Benjamin Banks, Al Laiman, Anthony Douglas, Kaden Keene, Crazy Boy, Areas, High Tide… all the way up to Murdoc, I have established a legacy on the North American Title. I have held this title longer than any other man in PCW history and every match meant something because every PCW superstar knows that if you win this title it is the beginning of a great legacy to come.

The champion gives a longing look down at his shoulder and then hesitantly removes the title and holds it in front of him. He closes his eyes for a moment and then looks back up to the stage and almost through that into the back.

Non Compos Mentis: But Mass Destruction wasn’t about a stepping stone to the future. It was about recapturing the past and proving I could still win one more match against the very best this business has. And Prophet, Marcus, BLACKED OUT, or just Murdoc, whatever name you want to go by, you have always been one of the best. Regardless of what we said and did to each other, how long those wounds will last, it was a true honor to compete with you and it is a fitting end to any legacy.

A silence descends in a single second as Mentis takes the North American belt and slowly, carefully lays it down on the mat in a perfect line in the centre of the ring. Murmurs of confusion and suspicion begin to circulate around the crowd as Mentis merely looks down at the title for few moments, perhaps wondering if he should change his mind and pick it up… but he doesn’t.

Non Compos Mentis: I’ve never backed down from a fight, and that’s something I’m proud of, but it takes its toll. Murdoc, you gave me one last brawl, one last hurrah and one final chance to put the cap on my legacy inside this ring before time caught up to me. But now, I lay down the title that I’ve held four times and I look to that lockerroom and say this… now it’s your turn!

An instinctive cheers comes from the Faithful as the impact of what NCM is saying begins to hit home.

Non Compos Mentis: I have been privileged to do what I love in PCW for over eight years, and in front of the best fans I could hope for. As Non Compos Mentis or Sean Rhodes you have either booed me out of the arena or cheered me to amazing victories and every single one is a memory I will never forget…

In the background another chant begins to form and Mentis takes a step back once it becomes loud enough to hear clearly. Stopping in mind thought he allows the Faithful to build volume as they understand this is the last time they might see Non Compos Mentis.

“Thank You Mentis! Thank You Mentis! Thank You Mentis!” the chant goes on and an applause behind it gathers into an ovation for one of PCW’s longest tenured stars. Visibly emotional now, NCM tries to hold himself back as they crowd continues to chant and chant. He tries to lift the microphone to speak a couple of times but is overwhelmed by the sound within the arena. Finally it drops to a level enough for him to finally speak once more.

Non Compos Mentis: I will never forget a single match, and I will cherish those memories forever… but now it is time for somebody else to step up and make this title their own, it is time for somebody else to be the person you despise and it is time that Non Compos Mentis finally says thank you and leaves the spotlight to the future of PCW.

With that, ‘Scum of the Earth’ hits again, and Mentis hands the microphone to Mark Long at ringside for the last time. He gives one last long applause to the fans and a look down at the North American Title that is still resting in the middle of the ring. Climbing to the outside of the ring, the PCW Faithful begins another massive “N-C-M! N-C-M! N-C-M!” chant that can be heard above even the raucous music.

NCM walks slowly up the ramp, taking in every cheer and clap as he makes his way to the back for the last time. Step by step he goes until he reaches the stage and turns to look down to the ring. He gives a last bout of applause to the fans he has performed in front of for eight years and finally walks behind the curtain. The camera looks down to the ring and at the North American Title belt, now ownerless, before the cameras fade to a commercial break.

[Murdoc]

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Match Three

Singles Match

Justin ‘Stormm’ Michaels vs ‘The Prophet Of Salvation’ Damian Belmont

Referee: Steve Shaw

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

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

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

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

Having made it to ringside, Stormm patrols around to the opposite side of the ring and gives a salute towards Jerry and Ace. Justin hops up onto the apron and climbs through the ropes before motioning to the crowd once more.

The lights dim simultaneously out in the arena as it plunges into darkness ... "Out of the Fire" By Charlie Clouser plays on over the PA sound system across the Pure Class Wrestling arena as it does images of Damian Belmont whom otherwise is known as “The Prophet of Salvation” flash across the Pure Class Wrestling tron. After a few seconds Damian walks on out from behind the black curtains. A white light flickers on bringing the entrance ramp to life. Damian stands motionless below the light as it shines down on him.

Damian can be seen wearing his custom made white coat with fur across the collar and cufflinks. His neatly trimmed dirty blonde hair can be seen being slicked back as he stands in the entrance isle looking out into the darkness that surrounds him. He can be seen carrying his personal bible with him, other wise known as “The book of Belmont” as he soaks in the jeers, and boos from the nearby fans seated along the isle of the entrance ramp.

His eyes burn with intensity and hate towards those who sin, and lust and commit adultery acts of sin, his body pounding with adrenaline as he makes his way down to the ring. Damian slowly walks, blessing those nearest to him. As he does his theme music continues to be heard across the arena as Mark Long can be heard introducing him, as he continues to stand under the white light of purity that can be seen shining down upon him.

Damian can be seen slowly walking down the entrance ramp as he gets closer to the ring, his praying can be heard as he continues to bless those closest to him, before walking around to the steel steps leading up to the ring. Once at the top of the steps he raises his arms up into the air, his hand and fingers arched as if praying. After a few seconds Damian wipes the bottoms of his boots on the ring apron and climbs atop the nearest turnbuckle and looks out into the crowd at ringside holding his bible out in front of him as he blesses the crowd at ringside as he awaits the start of the match.

A huge ‘Jus-tin Mic-haels!’ chant starts up and Stormm is loving every minute of it. He’s looking out at the crowd before ultimately resting his gaze upon the man across the ring from him. Is tonight we see the rise of another PCW Prophet (The history keeps on coming, baby!)? We’re set to find out as the bell rings and this match is underway!

Kind of.

The bell is rung and Stormm is quick to take up residence in the center of the ring, but Damian on the other hand ... is content to stand in his corner. Arms outstretched, eyes heavenward ... as if he were silently asking The Lord to bless this follower so that a fruitful debut may be enjoyed by ALL. Well, except for Stormm. Or ... Stormm fans. Stormm, not -really- wanting to add blasphemy to his list, waits patiently for Belmont to be finished conversing with The Father, The Son or the Holy Ghost.

Stormm checks with the referee, also confused as to the proceedings. The referee moves over to Belmont and begins to warn him that the match HAS started and he needs to get prepared. Belmont, however, is paying no sort of attention to the referee’s warnings. The referee moves back to Stormm and explains exactly what everyone else is seeing. Stormm finally reaches his breaking point and begins to move towards Belmont. As he’s right on the verge of tapping him on the shoulder ...

... Belmont springs to life and swings at Stormm, a sixth sense preventing Stormm from laying a hand on him. Stormm backs away with milliseconds to spare and stares at Belmont who is cursing and raising Hell about Stormm interrupting his match preparation. Stormm smirks and dashes in, lightning fast, and lands a solid elbow to the gut.

Hooking the neck, Stormm lifts Belmont off of the mat into suplex position and does a little hop ... spin ... and ... OUCH. Force of Nature! Belmont crashes from the Heavens back down to Earth with the Force of Nature! Stormm crossing himself for attacking a man of the cloth, he takes the opportunity presented to him and makes the pinfall attempt.

1 ...

2 ...

... 3!

Winner: Justin Michaels via pinfall

As the crowd jumps to their feet, Stormm climbs a turnbuckle nearby to celebrate as the familiar graphic pops up onto the screen, adding Stormm’s name to the previous mentions with a tally mark next to his name. He shrugs and raises his fists to the air as he looks into the nearby camera and nods in approval as he makes one simple comment: ‘The Lord giveth to me and the Lord taketh away from you!’

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Match Four

Singles Match

Nathan Saniti vs. High Tide

Referee: Manny Cruz

With very little lighting and effects that simulate lightning, High Tide (in his viking outfit) walks down the ramp and proceeds to hop on to the turnbuckle once he gets there. Diving headfirst over the ropes, Tide rolls into a standing position before climbing the nearest turnbuckle ... looking around at the audience. He mimics loading a cannon and as he motions firing it, he roars and jumps off the turnbuckle into the ring (to imitate recoil) as fireworks shoot from all four turnbuckles. He sashays all about the ring, waiting for his opponent to arrive.

As 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 his head. He barely notices the audience reaction. About a third of the way down the ramp, he stop as smoke billows out from underneath me. Just as it envelops him 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, he has disappeared. As the smoke from his hat clears, he appears right there!

Nathan Saniti seems more collected than PCW has seen him in recent weeks, extending his hand to Hide Tide in a show of goodwill, but Tide launches forward in a preemptive attack! The lights come on full as Manny Cruz calls for the bell, the match already off to an explosive start. Tide fires back at Saniti with a barrage of brawling style strikes, Saniti countering with several grapple attempts. Tide manages to block the grapple attempts, Saniti still managing to pepper Tide with scattered strikes.

Clearly tired of the game, Tide shoves Nathan violently away with a show of brute force and delivers a vicious roundhouse kick to the outside of Saniti’s right leg! Quick reflexes alone are all that save Nathan’s knee, the damaging impact directed instead into the heavier mass at the thigh. N. Saniti stumbles back from the blow, High Tide pressing the advantage to pursue for a running clothes line! Saniti deftly turns the stumble into a dodge, Tide careening into the ropes, rebounding back towards Nathan who manipulates him into an Irish Whip straight into the turnbuckle!

Following Tide into the corner, Saniti lays in a few strikes, the billowing silk ruffles of his sleeves protruding from his suit jacket flapping about wildly, obscuring his actions, suddenly flipping the disoriented Tide into a surprise snap suplex!! Tide lands hard, Saniti following him down for a pin attempt, Cruz slipping in to make the count:

...- not yet!

Tide gets his shoulder up JUST before the one-count, aggravation writ clear on his face. The two combatants separate and retreat to separate corners for a moment, taking stock of the situation. They rush towards each other, and the two men lock it up in the center of the ring, each jockeying for some sort of leverage to use against their opponent. Struggling and straining, seemingly at an impasse until Saniti manages to twist around and get Tide into a headlock! Tide struggles and flails, keeping Saniti on the move in an effort to keep the hold secure.

Keeping Nathan on the move, and walking him straight towards the ropes! Throwing all his weight into it, Tide forces himself and Nathan into a bounce off the ropes, using the rebound as momentum to slip out of Saniti’s hold and shove him across the ring! N.Saniti hits the ropes on the other side, bouncing off and careening into Tide, bullrushing him into the mat!

With High Tide down and struggling to rise, Saniti sits down - in midair?! Seated demurely as though he were in a Victorian straightback chair, he reaches into the side of his coat to pull out a delicate teacup and a whistling teapot! Pouring himself a cup of tea whilst High Tide claws his shaky way up the ropes, Nathan toasts the crowd and sips delicately. Alerted by the noises of the crowd, he glances over his shoulder to see Tide finally on his feet and charging towards him, arms outstretched! Saniti hops to his feet, whipping a silk kerchief out of his breast pocket and patting his lips - before wrapping it around in Tide’s extended wrist and using it to leverage him into a hip toss! Following him down, Nathan rolls Tide to his stomach and straddles his back, fish hooking both sides of Tide’s mouth into a mean, modified camel clutch - it’s the Cheshire Grin! High Tide struggles madly, face reddening, but is powerless to make any progress to the ropes, Manny Cruz watching closely - and High Tide slaps his hand on the canvas with no choice left; Nathan Saniti wins the match with the Cheshire Grin!

Winner: Nathan Saniti via Submission

****

We’re backstage again with Patrick Gregory Brooks ... as always with the loyal Isabella Alexis in tow. Clipboard in hand, she’s leaned over to ‘Big’ Dave Brandt and “Double D’ Dominic D’Angelo. Deep in conversation, security is all ears to her but all EYES on the assemblage of talent standing in front of the President. Anson, Donzig, Damian Belmont, Desmond Schon, Gem, Tyrone Smith AND Cory Steel. He’s looking a little less than pleased as he’s pacing in place, head down and hands on his hips ... shaking his head all the while.

‘I don’t ... I don’t understand. I really don’t. I gave you ALL a golden opportunity. A chance. Aside from Gem and Cory Steel ... ALL of you looked absolutely lackluster out there!’ The assembled talent say nothing, preferring to keep their comments or opinions to themselves.

‘I brought you in on the BIGGEST pay-per-view of the year. Mass Destruction! I heralded you as the NEW people to keep an eye on. The stars of the FUTURE. The NEXT BIG THING! Aside from the previous two mentioned, you all have WASTED not only MY time, but the FANS’ time and your golden opportunity. On top of that, you made the Underground look exactly like a fourth-string idea. HOWEVER. We’ll fix that. Gem? Cory Steel? Your ambition and enthusiasm for performing at a Pure Class level will NOT go un-rewarded. Mark my words.’

‘As for the rest of you ... I suggest you get your heads right because next week, there’ll be enough opportunities for everyone ELSE. I may not have any further opportunities for you.’

With that, Brooks looks to Isabella and the security detail. They flank him as he storms off ... letting security watch his back as the more-than-miffed cadre of PCW talent to ruminate over Brooks’ cryptic words.

****

Match Five

Singles Match

Andy D vs Rick Majors vs. Wasp

Referee: Eric Russo

The intro of 'Are You Not Entertained' hits out on the PA system, and when it asks for everybody to scream the crowd goes crazy and Andy appears from the back. As he heads towards the ring, he slaps hands with as many people of the crowd as he can. Approaching the ring, Andy slides under the bottom rope before running up to a random turnbuckle, hopping up to the second turnbuckle and motioning for the crowd to cheer loudly. Andy jumps down and removes his bucket hat, placing it on the metal part of the turnbuckle in his corner before standing ready for the match.

'Welcome to the Jungle’ by Guns N Roses hits, the lights flickering on and off. He walks tall and quickly and motions for the fans to get even louder which they respond to with a round of cheers. He certainly likes to get right into things. The fans may not like him, but he loves the attention. Hopping over the ropes, Wasp goes straight to a corner and climbs the turnbuckle to give the fans the finger when he all of a sudden throws two forceful fists in the air and listens as the crowd welcomes him warmly after his hard fought match at the pay-per-view.

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

["You drink the wise blood

You're gonna hear about it

You'll be taken down brick by brick by brick

Burn the orphanage

You're gonna pay for it

They will purify block by block by block"]

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

["'Demons

Come on

You've got a vision

You're on a mission

Demons

Live on

And when I die, hang me high"]

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

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

["They're gonna bury you

They're gonna finish

They're gonna stand em up six by six by six

You pull the hood back

I wanna know

Which way will the heavenly go?

Taken down, taken down, taken down"]

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

["Demons

Live on

And when I die, hang me high

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

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



The bell rings and the three competitors face off. Suddenly Wasp charges at Andy D and the two men lock up. Wasp drives his knee into Andy’s midsection, doubling him over. Wasp now grabs Andy by the head and he hits him with a DDT. Wasp stands up, turns around and he’s taken down by a clothesline from Rick Majors. Majors pulls Wasp up to his feet and sets him up for a suplex. Wasp blocks it. He then pulls Rick Majors up and sends him crashing to the mat with a suplex of his own.

As Wasp returns to a vertical position, Andy D is back up on his feet and the two men lock up once more. Andy D gets the advantage this time and he shoves Wasp into the corner. Andy D walks over to Wasp, slightly limping, likely due to the injuries he sustained at Mass Destruction. Wasp kicks him in the midsection, stopping his forward movement. Wasp grabs him and he throws him into the opposite corner of the ring. Andy D hits the turnbuckle with a thud.

Wasp now turns his attention to Rick Majors who is back on his feet. The two lock up. Wasp quickly goes behind Majors and he hits him with a German suplex. Majors hits the mat hard and he rolls out of the ring, holding his neck.

Back inside the ring, Andy D charges at Wasp who has the presence of mind to notice what’s taking place, turn and hit Andy with a vicious spear! Wasp quickly goes for the cover, but Andy D kicks out.

Wasp pulls him back up to his feet. Andy D breaks free and he leaps up, hitting Wasp with a dropkick to the face. Wasp stumbles backwards, hitting the ropes. Andy D now charges at him and he hits him with a clothesline, sending him toppling over the ropes to the outside.

Andy D is the only competitor inside the ring for a moment, but then Rick Majors returns to the squared circle. The two competitors lock up. Majors grabs Andy’s arm and locks twists it. He then drives his forearm into Andy D’s elbow, sending him crashing to the mat. Still holding the arm, Rick Majors pulls back on it, trapping Andy D in an armbar. Andy D adjusts his position on the mat and breaks free from the hold. He quickly gets to his feet. He then leaps up and hits Majors with a hurricanrana into a pin! Andy D with a cover....

But Wasp dives into the ring and breaks the pinning combination before three! Wasp pulls Andy D up, but Andy D connects with a forearm to the face, staggering Wasp. Andy now charges at Wasp with a clothesline, but Wasp ducks it. Wasp now leaps up with a dropkick, but Andy D dodges that and Wasp hits the canvas. Andy pulls him up, but Wasp breaks free and he tackles Andy D down to the mat. Wasp now starts to unload on Andy D with a series of right and left hands. The referee calls for a break and he finally gets one.

Just as Wasp stands up, Rick Majors takes him down with a clothesline! Majors now pulls Wasp to his feet and he Irish whips him into the corner Majors charges at Wasp and connects with a clothesline in the corner! Majors now whips Wasp across the ring and into the opposite corner. Again Majors charges at Wasp. This time, however, Andy D cuts him of by hitting Rick Majors with a spinning heel kick to the face!

Andy D pulls Rick Majors up. He sets him up and drives him head-first into the mat with a piledriver! Andy d goes for the cover.... and Rick Majors barely gets his shoulder up by three! Andy D pulls Majors up once more, but both men are knocked down to the mat by a double clothesline from Wasp! Rick Majors rolls out of the ring once more, holding his neck once again.

Wasp pulls Andy D up now. He sets him up and drives him back down with a powerbomb! Andy D hits the mat with a thud! Wasp goes for a cover..... but this time Rick Majors dives into the ring at the last second, breaking up the pin!

Majors and Wasp are on their feet now. Majors swings at Wasp, but Wasp ducks the move. Wasp kicks Majors in the midsection, grabs him by the head and hits him with a springboard tornado DDT: Buzz! Wasp with a cover.... and Andy D with a last-second save!

Andy D now waits for Wasp to get to his feet. Once he does, Andy runs at him and hits Wasp with a running STO! Andy D with a cover.... and Wasp kicks out before three! Andy D gets to his feet, and he’s hit by a spinning heel kicks from Rick Majors! Majors now pulls Andy D up and he hits him with a German suplex! Majors gets to his feet. He briefly grabs his neck for a second, but then turns his attention back to his opponents. He pulls Andy D up once more. Suddenly Wasp grabs Majors from behind and he rolls him up!

Rick Majors barely gets out of the pinning combination by three! Wasp now bounces off of the ropes and he hits Majors with a spear! Wasp immediately follows the Stinger with a cover.... but Andy D breaks up the pinfall almost immediately. Andy D drops Wasp with a suplex. He then climb to the top ropes. He waits for Wasp to get to his feet and then Andy D jumps of the top turnbuckle, flips over Wasp grabbing his head and sends him crashing down to the mat with a jumping blockbuster!

Andy D gets to his feet and he sees Rick Majors pulling himself back up in the corner. Andy D charges at him and he hits him with a clothesline, sending him crashing down into the bottom turnbuckle. Andy D pulls Majors up and he starts to unload on him with a series of right and left hands. Andy D now pulls Majors out of the corner. Ignoring the abuse that he’s been through, suddenly Majors breaks free and he pushes Andy D backwards. Majors now connects with a spinning heel kick to the back of Andy D’s head!

Andy D hits the mat with a thud. Majors stumbles backwards and he slumps down into the corner of the ring. Wasp is still down on the mat. All three men are down.

Slowly, Wasp gets to his feet. Majors follows, using the ropes to pulls himself up. Wasp looks at Majors, but he notices Andy D getting to his feet as well. Wasp charges at Andy D and he hits him with a vicious spear, sending him through the ropes to the outside! Wasp then stands up and turns towards Majors who is now back on his feet. Wasp runs at Majors, but Majors hits him with a kick to the midsection! Majors now sets him up in a double underhook position and he connects with the Major Impact!

1....2.... and three!

Winner: Rick Majors via pinfall

As Majors stands to celebrate his hard-earned victory, the camera switches stream and ...

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... we’re backstage now, camera closing in on one of PCW’s newest roster members: Gem. Celebrating an impressive debut victory in fellow newcomer Desmond Schon, she’s leaving the confines of the locker room with duffel bag in hand. It looks as though she’s taking her leave of the building BEFORE the night can even end. Not the BEST way to endear herself to the roster members in the back, but hey; it happens. Slipping through the halls almost completely unnoticed, she’s just at the door when ...

‘I saw you out there. Impressive. Not amazing, not high-standard or anything ... but impressive nonetheless.’

... told you ALMOST unnoticed.

Gem turns on her heel and comes face-to-face with newly signed talent Stacy Jones. The bleach-blonde bombshell is within inches of Gem, looking at the woman with a withering look of disapproval. Shaking her head, Stacy both applauds AND dismisses Gem’s earlier performance. Gem, on the opposite side, looks completely unfazed and as cool as a cucumber.

‘Thanks. But I’m just getting--’

‘You’re just getting started. Yeah. I figured. But hey, it was only your first match here, right? Wait ‘til everyone gets a REAL good look, right?’ Stacy smiles as she steps to Gem fully now, nose to nose. ‘I just thought I’d tell you: you’d better be on TOP of your game. Next week is MY debut ... and I’ll be damned if I’ll let you spoil the party.’

With that, Stacy shoves past Gem with a casual stride and exits the door behind Gem ... already having gotten what she wanted for next week. Gem is left to look no different than when she emerged from the dressing room, save for a slight hint of annoyance.

[Murdoc]

Match Six

Singles Match

‘Dollface’ Kelli Starr vs. Murdoc

Referee: Melina Cruz

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.

She doesn’t have to wait long as the crowd’s noise lapses into a wave of hushed murmurs and 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. As both competitors warm up, Murdoc is certainly looking less than limber in his preparations. While there are no visible injuries, it is very clear he is still feeling the effects of the Junkyard Brawl at Mass Destruction.

Melina Cruz still checks on both individuals and Murdoc confirms he is good to go, allowing Cruz to ring the bell…. And they’re off!

Starr is, unsurprisingly, the faster out of the blocks and begins to almost literally run rings around Murdoc as he reaches the middle of the ring. Doing his best to pivot and keep track of his opponent, Murdoc doesn’t look like his regular self and Dollface fires off a quick combo of probing kicks to the legs. Murdoc tries to use his long reach to his advantage but Starr is too fast and eludes his grasp whilst shooting off more kicks and moving rapidly.

Quickly losing patience, Murdoc takes a couple more debilitating kicks then finally lunges forward only for Kelli to dodge his takedown attempt and roll him into a School-Boy Pin for a quick two count. Murdoc pushes back to his feet but is immediately set on by Starr with another barrage of strikes, this time to the head, chest and arms. Kicks and elbow strikes rain down but as Starr moves in for a big elbow smash Murdoc manages to thrust Starr back into the ropes with pure strength. She rebounds off the ropes looking to use the extra pace for an attack but walks straight into a brutal punch straight to the gut.

Using this opening, Murdoc hits the ropes himself and rebounds with a Big Boot straight to the side of Starr’s head, knocking her down to a knee. He carries his momentum into the ropes again and looks to hit a Running Neckbreaker on his return, but gets only halfway through when Starr tries to twist into a Backslide Pin. She pulls with all her strength but Murdoc is too tall and too heavy to pull over and yanks himself free, spinning clumsily into a Discus Clothesline. Dollface’s reflexes are too quick, though, and she ducks the blow before hitting a deceptively powerful thrust to the throat that forces Murdoc back to the ropes.

Dollface tries to whip her much larger opponent across the ring but Murdoc reverses and cuts off all her momentum with a sudden Kitchen Sink knee to the midsection. Taking his chance, Murdoc grabs Starr and hauls her up before driving her down onto his knee with a Gutbuster. Not content with just the one, Murdoc deadlifts Starr back up and drops her with a second Gutbuster before hooking the let for a pin and…. Only a two!

Murdoc pulls Dollface up by the hair and hits a combination of back elbows and blunt punches to the gut before whipping her across the ring. She comes back at speed and Murdoc looks for a Tilt-a-Whirl Powerslam… only for Starr to improvise in mid tilt (or is that whirl?) and execute a Hurricanrana out of nowhere, throwing Murdoc across the mat. He tries to get to his feet but the earlier kicks to a possibly injured leg mean he’s slow to move and Starr takes advantage with a Running Dropkick straight to the face.

Before Starr can pin, Murdoc intelligently rolls toward the ropes and tries to pull himself up with their help, but nothing can stop the irrepressible speed and energy of Dollface. She is back on her feet and firing away with shoot kicks to the legs and body, keeping Murdoc grounded. Murdoc covers up to weather the storm but the damage just keeps piling up. Finally he makes another lunge and a vicious Headbutt forces Kelli back into the middle of the ring in a daze. She shakes it off quickly though and, before Murdoc can move, dashes forward on the attack. Murdoc can only duck his head and hope for the best as he launches Starr up and over his head toward the outside…

…but she lands with amazing agility on the apron! Murdoc stumbles forward toward the middle of the ring, unaware that Starr is running along the apron and mounting the turnbuckle. He turns just as she reaches the top and throws herself off with massive airtime, landing with a huge Double Axe Handle to the top of Murdoc’s head! The Sugar High knocks Murdoc to the mat and Kelli makes the cover for a….

Two and a half! Starr, ever positive, makes to her feet right away and pulls Murdoc up slowly. He is still stunned after the last hit and Starr tries to capitalize by setting up for a Reverse Russian Leg Sweet. Murdoc comes to his senses just in times to prevent landing on his face and fights back with an elbow. Starr still tries to make the move work but Murdoc hits another combo of elbow strikes that finally loosen Dollface’s hold and allow him to execute a desperate Snapmare. Starr rolls through to her feet and immediately sprints back at her opponent… but he rises from the mat with a horrific clothesline, devastating Starr!

Both stars remain down on the canvas for a few moments, trying to regain their composure until finally Murdoc begins to stand. Starr follows soon after but is unsteady and easy prey for Murdoc who scouts her for the Iron Claw. Kelli turns and Murdoc grasps her by the skull and grips hard! Melina Cruz moves in quickly to ask for the submission and Starr struggles again the hold. There is a moment where it look like Kelli might submit, but instinctively she finds the ropes.

Instead of waiting for the referee’s five count, though, Starr gets inventive and uses the ropes as a springboard, jumping and using Murdoc’s grip against him by grabbing his arm and executing an improvised Armdrag to release the hold! Murdoc struggles to his feet as Starr approaches and performs a handstand right in front of him, clamping her ankles around his head. Kelli tries to use the ‘Cherry On Top’ Face Driver but Murdoc resists, holding himself up and trying to pry Starr’s legs from around his head. Slowly he succeeds and wraps his arms around both legs before intentionally falling backwards… catapulting Kelli towards the turnbuckles!

Kelli flies toward the top turnbuckle but somehow she splays out her legs and catches herself, landing on the middle ropes. As Murdoc gets to his feet he turns around to see his opponent still alive and in the game, and ready to attack again. She throws herself backwards and twists into a Flying Double Axe Handle once again… but Murdoc is waiting. This time he sees it coming and fires off a ferocious Big Boot that sends her crashing to the mat!

Murdoc stumbles backwards but realises he is within touching distance of the victory. Pulling himself together, the Untouchable clasps both his hands together and waits for his opponent to get to her feet. Kelli begins to stir and Murdoc feels the power of the Polish Hammer he called ‘Oblivion’ growing fast, until….

“Prooooopheeeeet….” The haunting tone of the voice over the PA system is eerily familiar and the crowd instinctively begins to look around for the source. Murdoc tries to focus on the task at hand, but the goading voice more than catches his attention. “… same old Prophet, you never did have the focus or the conviction to do what needed to be done.”

The voice soon finds it’s body as a shadowy figure walks out onto the stage and catches Murdoc’s eye. The figure is the former PCW World Champion, Loki and he is wearing a jaded, yet sincerely sinister grin. Behind Murdoc, Kelli Starr is beginning to get to her feet and regain her bearings. “So close and yet so far, hasn’t that always been your story ‘Murdoc’?”

The mocking question draws a visible vein of anger out of Murdoc who grunt some obscenity up the ramp to the PCW legend on the stage and turns to finish the job… only Kelli is now on her feet. Murdoc throws the Oblivion immediately and almost takes Starr’s head clean off her shoulders… almost, if she hadn’t have ducked.

As Murdoc turned laboredly on his injured leg, Starr spins on her own with far increased speed and launches her hand. Murdoc tries to avoid it but can’t get out of the way soon enough as Starr connects with the Spinning Backfist!

Somehow Murdoc doesn’t go down, but Starr rolls him up in a Small Package. How much of the Candygram did she connect with?

One…

Two….

Not all of it…

THREE!

But enough! Kelli Starr wins!

Winner: Kell Starr via pinfall

Murdoc kicks out just a moment too late in his confusion and Starr does not want to stick around to see what kind of mood her opponent is in. She quickly rolls to the outside where Melina Cruz lifts her arm and declares her the winner while Murdoc remains in the ring and turns his eyes to the top of the ramp again. Loki is still there, performing a sarcastic and patronising golf clap before turning to make his way to the backstage area as if to say “My job here is done.”

The cameras fade to a commercial break with the final image of Kelli Starr celebrating her big win over the increasingly vulnerable looking Untouchable.

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Mark Long stands in the ring following a commercial break. Mark is holding his ever-trusty microphone. The evening has been full of action and attractions, and there is just this...feeling in the air that tonight has been monumental.

Mark Long: Ladies and gentlemen...please welcome back to the Pure Class Arena...

Cold...as....Ice...

...(you know that you are)...

Cold...as...Ice...

...(you're cold as Ice to meeeee)...

Mark Long: “The Icemann”...LUIS MALAVE!

With M.O.P.'s “Cold as Ice” playing, PCW Majority Owner Luis Malave steps through the entrance curtain and the moment that he does the PCW Faithful fill the P. C. Arena with cheers of elation.

Jerry Andrews: Can you feel the energy, Ace? It's electric in here!

Ace Anderson: It must be time for T.I.I.T.

Jerry Andrews: Excuse me?

Ace Anderson: ...The Icemann Invitational Tournament, Jerry. You know, that tournament that happens around this time of the year, usually at the Living a Legacy event.

Jerry Andrews: I get it, I get it.

Ace Anderson: ...The tournament that guarantees a title shot against any title holder. The tournament I won...twice! Wooo, Icemann Invitational, baby! It's madness!

Jerry Andrews: Excited much?

Ace Anderson: Can you tell?

Luis, dressed ever so sharply, isn't just carrying himself as he walks to the ring. No, no, Luis is also carrying the now-vacant PCW North American Championship around his shoulder.

Ace Anderson: We saw Non Compos Mentis lay that championship in the ring earlier tonight, asking the guys in the back to step up. I doubt Luis was that man, but I wonder what he has planned for the North American Championship.

When Luis makes it to ringside he climbs the ring steps. Trying to ensure his finely pressed suit stays crisp, Luis grabs at his collar and straightens himself out when he enters the ring; walking over to Mark Long, Mark humbly hands Luis the microphone. As he grabs the microphone, “Cold as Ice” fades out and Luis begins to speak.

“The Icemann” Luis Malave: I've been everywhere in the World, but no one knows how to blow the roof off a joint than the PCW Faithful here in Greenville!

Of course, this causes the crowd to pop even more.

Icemann: Before I begin with anything official, I want to go on record and say that, whether it was coming from Sean Rhodes or Non Compos Mentis...you did a classy thing earlier tonight.

The crowd begins an audible, “Thank You Mentis,” chant and Luis just nods along with it before taking the microphone and aiming it at the audience. After about forty-five whole seconds of listening to the chants from the crowd, Luis finally brings the microphone back towards his face and speaks.

Icemann: And I want to thank you. Thank you for your blood. Thank you for your sweat. And thank you for your tears.

Jerry Andrews: The boss, showing respect to the legendary Non Compos Mentis.

Icemann: Pure Class Wrestling will remember Non Compos Mentis. But, now that you're off to your forthcoming avocations, you've left us with a bit of a problem...

Luis taps the North American Championship and then speaks some more.

Icemann: Fortunately for us, the solution was an easy one. One Ace Anderson over there might remember from the first Living A Legacy event.

Ace Anderson: Oh, I see where he's going with this.

Icemann: You see, I have this major tournament coming up, right, and well, there's already a precedence for it so ...BOOM ... North American Championship goes to the winner of The Icemann Invitational.

Fans pop encouragingly at the announcement.

Icemann: Unfortunately..I can't name the invitees yet. Issues with legalities and red tape or excuses or something. You'll have to get that information through our web sponsor, PCW @ Proboards.

Jerry Andrews: The official site is pcw zero-five dot proboards dot com. That's all one word, folks.

Ace Anderson: There's a plug if I ever heard one.

Jerry Andrews: Gotta pay the bills, to stay in Greenville.

Icemann: ...But you know what? This is MY tournament and I'm gonna tell you two people who will be taking part of it in two weeks at Trauma 153- Andy D and Nathan Saniti.

The fans roar in approval.

Jerry Andrews: Now that's a match-up worthy of The Icemann Invitational finals, and it's in the first round? Wow! There's gotta be some stars in this one! Are you in this year, Ace?

Ace Anderson: I won last year's and I won the first-ever. I'm trying to give the field a chance this go-around. That, and recently-broken neck.

Jerry Andrews: True dat, true dat.

Ace Anderson: Never do that again.

Jerry Andrews: Noted.

Icemann: I can also guarantee you entries from Murdoc, Grimm, Rick Majors, and LoKi.

Jerry Andrews: I don't think he should be giving this info out.

Ace Anderson: He's the head honcho. He'll do what he wants.

Icemann: Tyler Scott, Crazy Boy, and Kelli Starr will also be in this thing!

The fans scream with excitement.

Jerry Andrews: This is practically a list of who's who in PCW.

Icemann: For the full field, check the website. I'm out.

Luis drops the microphone as “Cold as Ice” kicks in through the Pure Class Arena and the boss making his way to the back as we get prepared for our next match of the evening!

Match Seven

Singles Match

‘Mr. Showtime’ Michael Wryght (International Champion) vs. Eira

Referee: Eddie Lane

The familiar opening riffs of “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. Without preamble he strides angrily towards the ring, making slashing motions with his arms to indicate the music should be cut! As he nears the apron, he confronts a PCW staff member, the quickly scattered camera crew managing to catch only one word of his rant; “ - Wintershaker!"


Wryght shoves away from the barriers as the eerie opening notes of Position Audio’s “Dystopic" float down from the speakers. Eira eschews the pageantry of her usual entrance, instead heading straight towards the ring. Midway down the ramp, she bolts to reach ringside in seconds, hitting the ring and delivering a mean flying dropkick before Eddie Lane can even call for the bell!

As the bell sounds, Eira and Showtime easily regain their feet, circling each other for a few seconds before clashing in the middle! Both competitors seem to be throwing blows in a calculated manner, but after a moment or two Showtime’s uncannily Grimm-like style of recent weeks takes hold. Pushing the pace of the fight into the corner, Showtime takes a break from the close quarters melee and goes for a lariat, Eira fluidly evading the attempt. Wryght turns, seeing a headkick coming and ducks under, watching Eira’s momentum carry her, he catches her with a heavy-handed right that not only smashes her directly in the face, but also manages to level the superstar! Eira slips to the outside as the crowd roars, one hand gingerly checking the damage, a grimace twisting her features as her fingers come away bloodied from a split lip. Wryght pays absolutely no attention to the crowd’s reactions his eyes fixed solely on his opponent with unnerving intensity. Lane starts a count, but Eira is in before one and the match continues.

As Showtime goes for the approach, he’s met with a series of hard outside leg kicks which ends in a roundhouse to his midsection and an impressive fireman’s carry to the ground! Eira wastes little time in applying a headlock, but Showtime’s superior strength and mass quickly powers him out of it. Eira scrambles to her feet, using her trademark swiftness to catch Showtime with a hard kick to the side of the head before he can stand, positioning herself in an attempt to lock Wryght into Purgatory!

Showtime rolls out of the move and pushes Eira off, but she rushes forward and scales the ropes to launch herself directly at Wryght in a flying spear, but Showtime dodges it! Sheer agility allows Eira to salvage the fall into a diving roll, quickly regaining her feet but her equilibrium appears to be a few seconds behind. Wryght rushes forward to capitalize, Eira attempting to sidestep his attack and meet it with a clothesline! Wryght dodges the hasty move, grabbing her arm and swinging her into an Irish Whip!

Eira flies across the ring on the rebound, going for a running double knee strike to the head but Showtime launches himself upwards, catching Eira in midair and hitting a sickening spinebuster, following it up with a pin!

...1!

...2!

- kickout!

Rather than give her a second’s worth of breathing room, Wryght hammers away with a series of strikes, each blow seeming to have a purpose as he dogs Eira into the corner. Eira ducks her head behind her forearms to block, Wryght blasting the back of her skull with a vicious elbow! With Eira reeling, Showtime capitalizes, and raining down with a flurry of blows. Lane steps in to break it up, Wryght stalking away - but Eira rushes forward and hits a double-leg takedown!

Perched as though she’s going to begin brutalizing him with punches, she instead he rolls across the man’s chest and locks in another headlock! Wryght tries to shake her off, but it doesn’t work this time. Through sheer will, Eira manages to drag the larger Showtime to his feet, keeping a tight grip on his hair and jerking him into a backbreaker as she drops to one knee! Taking advantage of Showtime’s disorientation, Eira goes to pick him up with a basic armbar and succeeds; transitioning from submission hold to hold, though it’s clear she’s having difficulty with the more technical aspect of submission style mechanics.

The cobwebs clearing, Wryght begins to struggle in earnest, Eira’s unstable footing forcing her to release Wryght rather than fall. Showtime surges forward, arms outstretched, Eira grabbing one arm and using it to whip him into the turnbuckle! Following him in, she unleashes a vicious barrage of elbows, kicks, and assorted strikes - Thou Shalt Not! Helpless to do anything under the attack but try to block as much of the incoming damage as possible, Showtime takes hit after hit. Suddenly, Eira staggers back as Wryght explodes from the corner!

Eira hits the mat with a solid thud, Showtime making up the distance in a flash as Eira gains her knees - but without warning, she spins in place with one leg extended in a balletic display of grace, tripping Wryght up with a leg sweep! Showtime crashes into the mat, Eira quick to latch on and roll him up for a pin!

...1!

...2!

...3!

Winner: Eira via Pinfall

[Murdoc]

We're back from our last commercial break of the evening and now it's time ...

Main Event

Singles Match

‘The Asshole’ Whitey Ford (World Champion) vs. Grimm

Referee: Tyrone Little

... for our Main Event!

When you’re dreaming, you feel alive.

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

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

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


The southern style guitars play over the PA system as strobelights and the PCWtron flash white light to the beat of Bobaflex's 'Bad Man'. 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 two men waste absolutely no time, locking up with one another as soon as the bell rings. Grimm gets the advantage to begin, driving his knee into Ford’s midsection. With Ford doubled over, Grimm hits him in the back of the head with a elbow. Grimm now grabs Ford and he sets him for a DDT. Ford manages to escape Grimm’s grip. He then quickly dodges behind Grimm and then leaps at his legs, taking Grimm down with a chop block from behind.

With Grimm down on the canvas, Whitey Ford drops an elbow. He then drives his knee into Grimm’s midsection. Whitey Ford now climbs to the top ropes. As Grimm gets to his feet, Whitey hits him with a flying plancha! Grimm stumbles backwards and falls down into the corner of the ring.

Whitey Ford approaches him and he kicks him in the chest as he’s down on the mat. Ford now pulls Grimm up and he sets him up in the corner. Whitey Ford now connects with a high kick to the head. Grimm’s head snaps back and then he slumps forward. Ford takes advantage and he hits Grimm with a European uppercut!

Grimm falls down to the mat. Whitey pulls him up. Suddenly, Grimm grabs Ford and he throws him backwards. Ford hits the corner now with a thud. The desperation move allow Grimm to take a few seconds to compose himself. He regains his footing and is ready as Whitey Ford gets up and walks out of the corner. Grimm kicks him in the midsection and grabs him, setting him up for a DDT. This time the DDT connects and Whitey Ford’s head cracks off of the canvas.

Grimm goes for a quick cover and gets about one and a half before Whitey Ford kicks out. Grimm pulls Ford to his feet. He sets him up and delivers a Samoan drop! Grimm now pulls Ford up and Irish whips him into the corner. Grimm now charges at Ford with a clothesline. Whitey Ford dodges out of the way at the last second and Grimm hits the corner hard! Whitey Ford grabs him from behind and rolls him up! Grimm kicks out at two!

Whitey Ford pulls Grimm to his feet once more. He grabs him and hits him with a snap German suplex. Whitey Ford goes for another cover, but Grimm once again kicks out at two. Whitey Ford then pulls Grimm up once more. Grimm suddenly unloads with a series of right and left hands, sending Whitey Ford staggering! Grimm back Ford into the corner and he then connects with a huge elbow to the side of the Whitey Ford’s head! Grimm now Irish whips Ford across the ring. Ford hits the opposite turnbuckle hard and he collapses down to the mat.

Grimm approaches Ford and he reaches down to pull him up from the mat. Suddenly Whitey Ford grabs him in a roll up and a pinning combination! Grimm again kicks out at two! Both men get up to their feet and Grimm charges at Ford, sending him crashing down to the mat with a vicious clothesline.

Grimm tries to pull Ford up once again. This time Ford grabs Grimm and he throws him backwards. Grimm flies through the ropes and to the outside! Whitey Ford takes this opportunity to compose himself for a second. He then sees Grimm getting to his feet outside the ring. Whitey Ford runs, springboards off of the ropes and he hits Grimm with a beautiful springboard plancha on the outside!

Ford pulls Grimm up now and he goes to drive him into the barrier at ringside. Grimm blocks the attempt, grabs Whitey Ford by the head and he slams him into the barrier face-first! Grimm now picks Whitey Ford up and he slams him down to the floor hard with a big spinebuster!

Grimm now gets to his feet. He pulls Whitey Ford up and he rolls Ford into the ring. Grimm follows his opponent back into the ring. Grimm goes for a cover... but Whitey Ford kicks out before three!

Grimm pulls Ford up once again. Suddenly, Ford drives his shoulder into Grimm’s midsection, doubling him over! Ford now takes a few steps back and he charges at Grimm, hitting him with a vicious Rehab Spear! Whitey Ford quickly goes for a cover... and Grimm kicks out before the three count!

Whitey Ford now climbs up to the top ropes! He then leaps off of the ropes with a diving senton... but nobody is home! Grimm rolls out of the way and Whitey Ford hits the canvas hard, back-first.

Grimm slowly gets to his feet now. He takes a moment and then approaches Whitey Ford, who is still down on the mat. Grimm pulls Ford up, only to send him back down to the mat with a wheelbarrow facebuster! Grimm now pulls Whitey Ford up and he Irish whips him into the corner. Ford hits the turnbuckle hard. Suddenly, the crowd focuses on the entrance way as Eira is seen walking down to the ring! No one knows what she’s doing there, but she has a steel chair in her hands so she’s probably looking for trouble.

Eira stands up on the ring apron, holding the chair. The referee starts to admonish her. Suddenly she charges forward just as Grimm charges at Whitey Ford in the corner! Eira swings the chair just as Grimm connects with a big clothesline in the corner! Grimm hits the clothesline and Whitey Ford falls down to the mat in a heap. Eira’s chairshot hits Grimm in the back of the head, sending him crashing down to the canvas as well! At that point, the referee has no choice but to call for the bell and to announce Grimm as the winner of the match by disqualification!

Winner: Grimm

The crowd is somewhat confused by Eira’s actions. She slams down the chair in anger and enters the ring. She turns her attention to Whitey Ford now who is pulling himself up to his feet using the ropes. Eira points a Whitey Ford and she can he heard saying “THAT WAS MEANT FOR YOU, FORD. NEXT TIME I WON’T MISS.”

Suddenly, several PCW officials enter the ring and they surround Eira, trying to get her to leave the ring. She argues with them for a few moments before finally relenting and turning to leave the ring. Suddenly, Whitey Ford charges through the officials and he hits Eira with a flying forearm and the fight is on again! The crowd in on their feet as security begins anew to separate the two incensed combatants as we fade to black.

-CLICK!- 

<sub>Cory Steel def. Donzig, Anson and Tyrone Smith; Steel pins Donzig
Gem def. Desmond Schon
Justin Michaels def. Damian Belmont
Nathan Saniti def. High Tide
Rick Majors def. Andy D and Jule Martins; Majors pins Martins
Kelli Starr def. Murdoc
Eira def. Michael Wryght
Grimm def. Whitey Ford

Results are up! Very good showing this week everyone! People who no-showed, bit of a rap here with you. I don’t like no-shows. I only got word from ONE of you as to why there would be an issue, and another noted a problem AFTER deadline hit. Guys and gals, no-shows KILL the suspense of reading these matches that the mules and I work very hard to deliver. So if you were unhappy with the way you were portrayed in these results, feel free to show up next week and rectify the situation. That said, if you no-show for a second time out of two weeks at the beginning of the new cycle, I -WILL- move you to the inactive roster until I get confirmation that you will appear when you are advertised. I don’t want to, but if that’s gotta happen then so be it. I cannot allow the no-shows to put a damper on a cycle that JUST started.

Whew! On to lighter notes, the results I feel were a VERY positive opening for this new cycle! Couple of new faces (@dcosmos, post me a profile bro so I can get you set on the cards!) along with some good pushes to set us up for a wild round of PCW action. Thank you mules for ALL your help this week ... and I’m sorry about the card that’s gonna come out in a few moments. Trust me, we’re gonna get it worked out. ^_- ROCKFAYCE!   8-)</sub>