Trauma 158 Results!

[Murdoc]

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We’re live at a sold out show at the Pure Class Arena, and the crowd is mulling about waiting for the show's introductory pyrotechnics. Even before Trauma 158 can officially get under way, the slow rhythm of southern style guitar rings over the PA system. Even before the electric guitar can really kick in, the fans recognize "Bad Man" by Bobaflex, and immediately start to voice their displeasure. Whitey Ford saunters out onto the stage, his arms outstretched for the world to see him in all his glory. The Pure Class Wrestling World Champion is dressed in a pair of tattered blue jeans and a tight fitting black T-shirt with plain white lettering on the front exclaiming "Fuck you!" The World Title is dangling from his right hand as he stops in the middle of the stage and raises it high over his head.

Taking some extra time to relish in the crowd's response, Whitey slowly makes his way down the entrance ramp to the ring apron, where he jumps up and turns to lean back on the ropes, gloating some more. It's obvious he's in good spirits after his first successful title defense, and he ducks over the second rope to stand in the middle of the ring. A ring attendant calls to him from outside the ring, trying to explain that the show hasn't officially started yet. Whitey only gives her a sidewards glance, and slowly raises a middle finger. The attendant relents, and tosses him a microphone instead. Ford's music cuts, but the boos do not, and he waits for them to quiet down with a grin.

Whitey Ford: I don't understand you people. You see me come out, and you start booing. When it's time for me to talk, you keep booing. You should know me well enough at this point that the best way to get rid of me is to just fuckin' PLAY ALONG and let me say what I want to say, then I'll go back to the locker room and drink myself stupid. So why wouldn't you...y'know, just shut the fuck up and let me do my thing?

Whitey Ford scratches the back of his head as the fan's have little reaction to this; they seem to be taking the hint.

Whitey Ford: I mean...I don't know WHY you wouldn't like me. I've been the single most dominant force that Pure Class Wrestling has ever seen in its ten year existence! Lantlas?

The crowd gives a good reaction to possibly the best World Champion the PCW has ever seen, but Whitey only scoffs at his name.

Whitey Ford: A gimmick act, and all of you who cheered probably camped outside of theaters for three days, waiting for the Lord of the Rings to come out. Fuckin' nerds. What about Grimm? NCM? Loki? All of them squandered their opportunities and passed the belt around like they had something better to do…which, I suppose, that ‘something better’ is hanging around in the Underground division like that one guy who hangs out in the high school parking lot years after he’s graduated. I’m sure there are more insignificants names I could throw in there, but I’ve forgotten them…just as the world has. One name to top off that list…Eira.

The fans cheer at the name of his most fierce competitor to date, sans Ace Anderson. The way that Ford retained his title has left a bitter taste in most people’s mouth.

Whitey Ford: She tried and tried and tried, but just like any woman going up against a real man, she faltered and I took advantage of her weak body and weak mind. Some of you out there may say that I cheated; and to that, I ask…is it cheating to be more intelligent? Is it cheating to have a gameplan that offers undeniable victory? She was given the opportunity to beat me inside of a steel cage, and when I was done toying with her I did what I do best…WIN.

Ford claps his hands together dramatically, showing off a job well done as another chorus of boos rains down on him.

Whitey Ford: Luckily for me, I am under no obligation to ‘do the right thing’ or ‘do what’s best for business.’ Eira had her rematch, she failed miserably, and now I’m on to…OTHER things. Not bigger or better, but just OTHER. Who else can challenge me for this title belt that I haven’t already beaten? Who could challenge me in a wrestling match that would last over three minutes, with two and a half being the time of our collective entrances? That’s a loaded question…loaded with absence. There is NO ONE in that locker room that could stand toe to toe with me, so ultimately I’m not out here to talk about how great I am. I’m not out here to rub dirt in Eira’s face. I’m out here as a humble World Champion.

Ford pauses, barely containing his laughter as he holds a hand over his chest, mocking a sympathetic gesture.

Whitey Ford: …I’m out here to apologize for once, to you the fans. You pay good money to see me wrestle, but I’m afraid that the PCW just has nobody else to throw at me. I am not booked on this card because anyone I fight tonight is undoubtedly going to be too injured and/or embarrassed to make the pay per view! In another dire turn of events…they may not even book me at the pay per view because, well, hey. Why throw another PCW talent to his death when it’s an obvious mismatch? Can’t blame em’, huh? With that said, I would like to point out that if you’d like to catch a glimpse of the best that PCW has to offer, I’ll be at the merchandise booth area later to ignore all of your picture and autograph requests. Sincerely, Whitey Ford.

Whitey goes to leave the ring, but stops just short of the ropes and turns back to the crowd.

Whitey Ford: P.S.: Fuck you.

Ford drops the microphone and rolls out of the ring as “Bad Man” starts to play again. Looking quite happy with himself after running his mouth, he tosses the World Title over his shoulder as he heads up the ramp and past the backstage curtain as we go to our last commercial break of the evening!

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Welcome to P.C.W. Trauma LIVE on the E! Network! We’ve got an action-packed evening for you tonight with several high profile matches including the RETURN of Billy Sadistic in a tag team affair with Phinehas Grimm against the team of Nathan Saniti and Kelli Starr! Also on the card is ANOTHER tag team affair as two of the final four from the Iceman Invitational Tournament 2014, Loki and Justin 'Stormm’ Michaels ... take on odd couple Andy D and Derek Cosmos! Will either of these teams be able to work together or will they implode on live television?! And in the Main Event, Eira battles it out with ‘Mr. Showtime’ Michael Wryght! What’s going to happen when Whitey Ford addresses the Pure Class audience? All these questions WILL be answered, and MORE may be posed, here tonight. Let’s get to the action with YOUR first match of the evening ...

Match One

Singles Match

Tyrone “Crazy Boy” Smith vs Sapphire

_{Referee: Manny Cruz}

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 waits for his opponent to come.

As "Hello Kitty" by Avril Lavigne blasts through the P.A the ever cheerful Sapphire makes her appearance at the stage, smiling and flicking her golden locks as she gives a little dance to her music before she runs toward the ring and does a jumping back flip over the ropes into the ring, posing to the fans as she winks and awaits her opponent's arrival.

Sapphire wastes no time in rushing her opponent, using the rope as momentum to shove him in the stomach, pushing him down to the mat and running to the top of the turnbuckle, swiftly launching off the top with a big elbow drop, slamming her elbow into the chest of Crazy Boy.

With both competitors down on the mat, it took a few moments before Crazy Boy got to his feet. Tyrone’s expression showed he wasn’t going to take it easy with Sapphire any longer and as she got to her feet, he surprised her with a swift dropkick, knocking her down but she soon got up again, brushing down her outfit and looking fierce.

She runs at Crazy Boy and jumps with a dropkick but Tyrone steps back and she misses, collapsing on the floor as Crazy Boy laughs, grabbing those legs and screaming to the crowd as he sets up a high-angled Boston Crab so soon in the match, he turns her over and locks in the hold, grinning as he hears the loud screams of the far less experienced Sapphire.

She slowly crawls towards the ropes, desperately reaching to try and grasp the bottom rope to force a break but as she gets closer and closer, Tyrone pulls her back to the center of the ring and strengthens the hold. It looks as if Sapphire has no choice but to tap! The referee drops down to his knees to ask Sapphire if she wishes to give up and to check if she was okay. She fiercely shouts “NO” and with unbelievable fortitude, she uses her stomach muscles to contort to the side and flip Tyrone off of her, releasing the hold and crawling out of the ring under the bottom rope, flopping onto the outside to recoup.

Tyrone curses and pulls his hair out of his face, pacing as he catches his own breath. Sapphire gets to her feet and looks into the ring, getting eye contact with Tyrone, spurring her on once more to slide back into the ring and get back to business, getting up to her feet and facing him strong. Crazy Boy shoves Sapphire hard before grabbing her with a One Armed DDT, slamming her to the mat hard. Quickly hitting her with a bunch of kicks to the torso before pulling her up, holding her by the head, looking deep into her eyes as he grins sadistically at her, giving her time to push him back and stumble back against the ropes, resting there as she catches her breath but Tyrone grasps her wrist and throws her into an irish whip.

As she bounces off the opposite rope, Tyrone smacks her down with a Scissor Kick that echoed through the arena, slamming the blonde to the canvas with style, raising his hands in excitement as he sensed the win.

Lifting her up once more, Tyrone sets her up for the Crazy Airlines —- Destination Samoa, slamming her down once more onto the mat, her eyes glazed over with shock. Crazy Boy wasn’t done though, he was here to make a statement and so he lifted her up once more, her body flopped and unconsciously drooping as he sets her up for the Crazy Slam!

As he goes for it though, the crowd go wild when “Starstrukk” by 3OH!3 hits the arena as Stacy Jones in her brand new look and with new music appears on the stage, she grins and gets eye contact with Smith as she saunters slowly down the ramp, towards the ring.

Crazy Boy drops the lifeless Sapphire down to the mat as he walks to those ropes, pointing out at Jones and talking trash as she simply walks, showing no nerve until she gets to the ring steps, slowly walking up and standing on the apron facing Smith as he shouts at her. Stacy just grinned back, infuriating Crazy Boy.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, Sapphire wraps an arm under Tyrone’s legs and rolls him up with a quick school boy roll-up, holding him for the pin!

The referee hits the mat…

1…..

2…..

3…..!!!!!

Winner: Sapphire

Sapphire doesn’t waste any time to celebrate, getting out of the ring and heading to the back as if her life depended on it.

Stacy Jones grabs a microphone from the ring crew and smiled. “Well well, 'Crazy Boy', looks like the rookie just handed you your ass…” she said with the crowd’s roars behind her.

Tyrone gets to his feet, looking pissed.

“Well, I seem to remember a little challenge you laid down for me…and well, seeing how you just failed to take care of business, I must say I am reluctant to accept, I mean…forcing you to compete with a real athlete is a little harsh, no?” she continues as she steps into the ring to face him.

He goes to run at her but she put her hand out. “Wait, wait, wait…plenty of time for that. You see, I accept your challenge and next Trauma, it will be Stacy Jones facing Crazy Boy and we’ll see just how crazy you can be.” she smiles as she gets right up in Tyrone’s face and as Crazy Boy goes to throw a punch, she slams the microphone into his head, laying him out on the canvas.

With a cackle and a cheer of the crowd, Stacy taps the microphone to check it’s still working. “Well then, I guess you may as well send out my opponent for the evening….since I’m already here but..can we get someone to clear out this trash first?”. And with that, she tosses the microphone out to the ring crew and simply rests against the turnbuckle as Crazy Boy is helped from the ring and escorted backstage.

Match Two

Singles Match

Stacy Jones vs Eden

_{Referee: Charles Lim}

'A Demon’s Fate’ by Within Temptation hits and Eden saunters ring-ward, smiling to her fans but seeming determined and focused. She slowly walks up the stairs, stepping into the ring and brushing her hair back as she screams for her fans. A mixed reaction for the newcomer, Stacy stands across the ring from her with little more than a passing entrance to her theatrics. The referee getting the go-ahead from both competitors, the bell rings and we’re officially underway!

Eden rushes in to take Stacy off-guard, but Stacy is so amped from her interruption of the ending of the previous match that off-guard simply ISN’T going to happen. Eden whiffs with a clothesline, Stacy ducking and grabbing hold of Eden’s legs ... tripping her face-first to the mat. Stacy mounts Eden’s back with ease and pulls the woman’s head up by the jaw. Cross forearm shot. Brutal. A second. A third. Stacy is UNLOADING on poor Eden and the referee has no choice but to step in and break the mount.

Stacy backs off and watches as Eden scrambles towards the ropes, trying to get to the outside to clear her head. Jones, however is having NONE of it, and grabs the fleeing Eden by the ankle. Slowly dragging her back towards the center of the ring, Stacy lands a perfect falling elbow to the sternum with a quick pin attempt.

1 ...

2 ...

Eden kicks out at two. She seems dazed but unwilling to throw in the towel so soon. Stacy drags Eden to her feet and Eden lets fly with a barrage of punches and kicks! While somewhat effective, the technique is sloppy thanks to the disorientation from those cross-forearms. Stacy is easily able to avoid the majority of the assault and puts the hurt on Eden with several low leg kicks. Eden backing away, nimbly trying to avoid those rapid fire shots ... Stacy is just too persistent and manages to catch Eden with a shot to the ribs that drops her to her knees.

FLASH!

Stacy out of nowhere hits a BEAUTIFUL Shining Wizard to Eden! The knee-to-face is vicious and Eden is down to the mat. Pinfall attempt!

1 ...

2 ...

3 -NO!

Eden gets her shoulder up at the very last possible moment. The heart is undeniable, but Stacy is unwilling to let even the slightest bit of worthwhile momentum move into her opponent’s favor. Dragging Eden to her feet once more, she leans back and shoves the woman literally across the ring to a turnbuckle. The impact sending Eden staggering back out, Stacy delivers a swift boot to the gut and turns ... hooking the head. She calls for the end and dashes with Eden firmly in her grasp ... walking up the ropes and pivoting mid-air to drop Eden directly onto her pretty face.

Stacy dusting her hands off, she flips Eden onto her back and makes the cover.

1 ...

2 ..

3 - NO!

Stacy smiles as she lifts Eden’s head and shoulders directly off the mat. She shakes her head vehemently as she moves to her feet once more. As Eden lies helplessly at her feet, Stacy grabs Eden by the legs and looks to be going for a Sharpshooter ... but continues to rotate and ... Scorpion Crosslock! She’s got the arms hooked now, there’s no WAY Eden is getting out. Not even by her own tapping; Eden is out cold. The referee noticing no sign of recognition from Eden, he has no choice to call for the bell.

Winner: Stacy Jones 

Stacy not relinquishing the hold, the referee is fighting and trying his best to break her grip but Stacy will not budge. Finally, the appearance of a few more officials is enough to separate Stacy from Eden. Stacy forced out onto the apron, she stands there and watches closely as the officials check on the well-being of Eden as we go to ...

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We’re backstage and there’s a crowd gathered. It’s hard to do, but the cameraman manages to push past the throng of onlookers but he finally gets a good first-hand look at what’s causing all the ruckus:

Alexa Black and Fraizer Knight, laid out on the concrete floor. It’s obviously SOMEone didn’t want Ms. Black to make it to the ring tonight. The EMT’s are still working on the ringside situation which makes this one just a little bit more tense. Several voices shouting for several different things, nearly unanimous in requesting help. Alexa is responsive and people are beginning to work at getting her loaded onto a backboard while Fraizer seems to have gotten the worst of it.

Seems like things are going from bad to worse here tonight.

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As the PCW Faithful ready themselves for the next bout, there is a disturbance in the Force. The lights flicker, then go dim. “Paint it Black” by The Rolling Stones, Billy Sadistic's music, echoes across the arena, but as soon as the sitar intro finishes, the music fizzles out...

...but only to be replaced by a rhythmic...

*STOMP* *CLAP* *STOMP* *CLAP* *STOMP* *CLAP*

You can run on...for a long time,

Run on...for a long time,

Run oooon...for a long time.

Sooner or later, God'll cut you down,

Sooner or later, God'll...cut you down.

Johnny Cash's “God's Gonna Cut You Down” thumps hypnotically from the speakers as Billy Sadistic strolls out from the back. His reception from the crowd is...less than favorable. His dark beard hangs ferocious, his wifebeater stained with God-knows-what. On his right hand is a black, leather glove.

The bearded, backwoods barbarian rolls into the ring and stands against the ropes, gazing out into the masses. Oh, the people remember, and they still hate. Sadistic motions for a microphone and is obliged. As he raises the stick to his beard, “Dream Song” by Ministry pounds through the arena. The fans yelp with a start as the industrial percussion gives way to a soothing chant and then...nothing.

*STOMP* *CLAP* *STOMP* *CLAP* *STOMP* *CLAP*

Go tell that long tongued liar,

Go and tell that midnight rider,

Tell the rambler, the gambler, the...back biter.

Tell 'em that God's gonna...cut 'em down,

Tell 'em that God's gonna...cut 'em down.

“God's Gonna Cut You Down” starts up again, and out walks the Lord of Misrule, Phinehas Grimm, with the International Championship fastened around his waste. Sadistic watches as Phinehas takes his time down the ramp and into the ring. His beard and hair flowing like wild tendrils of lava and an identical black, leather glove on his left hand, he approaches his brother. Two bearded country boys. The Hangtown Horrors reunited.

“Gold on the Ceiling” by the Black Keys bounces over the PA system signaling the arrival of “Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght. The arena beat is cut short by...you guessed it...

*STOMP* *CLAP* *STOMP* *CLAP* *STOMP* *CLAP*

Well, you may throw your rock and hide your hand,

Workin' in the dark against your fellow man.

But as sure as God made black and white,

What's done in the dark will be brought to the light.

Johnny Cash. One more time. For nostalgia's sake. Out walks Showtime from the back. He stops at the top of the ramp and looks out into the crowd, his eyes finally appearing to be his own. A black, leather glove fits his right hand. A mixed reaction greets Wryght, but his attention is elsewhere. Michael slides into the ring and stands opposite the Horrors. Former friends. Former enemies. Strangely united.

Phinehas requests the microphone and grasps it in his black-gloved fist. “Nex Addo?” Grimm has their full attention. “Nex Addo. The Bringers of Death. We are the Grimm Reapers.”

Grimm passes the mic off to Sadistic. “What we don't understand we can make mean anything. And the Authority? He isn't watching. No, he's singing and dancing. He’s pulling rabbits out of a hat. Look over here, he waves. The Authority’s been busy. Busy holding your attention. He’s making sure you’re always distracted. He’s making sure you’re fully absorbed.”

Sadistic motions towards himself and the other two men.

“Until now. Because we're here to change all of that,” Sadistic promises with an eager grin. He passes the microphone to Showtime.

Showtime looks from Grimm to Sadistic before raising the mic to his lips. “We are the Bringers and we are the Reapers. We are the change you've all been yearning for. Nex Addo. We are the Black Hand."

Wryght dumps the mic to the canvas as he, Grimm, and Sadistic all raise single black fists in front of themselves. Their show of unity is met with pure and utter silence. And then the arena goes black as coal as Trauma goes to commercial.

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[Murdoc]

Match Three 

Singles Match 

Gem vs Cory “The Bear” Steel 

_{Referee: The Masked Referee} 

A bear’s growl roars through the P.A. system. 

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! However nothing happens at first but finally Othello Craven emerges from the back standing at the top of the ramp with his arms crossed scanning the crowd thats when the camera cuts backstage looking on a totally destroyed door. The room is dark but after a few seconds three bear-masked men exit the room pushing the camera man back a little and out walks a very injured but very angry looking Cory Steel!

Things are different though he is wearing a freshly cut bear skinned robe, with the dead bear’s head as a cowl over his head, and anyone could tell it was fresh with the blood still dripping from it. Cory's body was covered in dried blood and fresh blood, his wounds from Murdoc was still visible. A large cut is across his chest and his right nipple was completely gone ... poorly bandaged. The Bear walks with a limp but shows no pain on his face. The group moves forward towards the entrance as the camera cuts back to the arena where fans watch in silence as Cory Steel emerges from the back with his large posse of goons and Othello Craven.

The Bear limps down the ramp totally expressionless. Once at the bottom two of the masked goons remove the dead bears skin from off of Cory's head and shoulders. He then pulls himself into the ring where he goes straight to his corner standing like a ancient tree. Watching. Waiting.

As a matter of point, thanks to the actions of some unknown assailant ... it’s been decided that Alexa Black is UNFIT for competition here this evening! The other two competitors have both been notified and are perfectly fine with the match proceeding as a SINGLES match. Cory would really like to get some retribution for his loss at Living a Legacy and this is the perfect time to do it.

The otherworldly tones heralding Akira Yamaoka’s “Witchcraft” float eerily over the assembled fans, somber piano notes soon taking up an ethereal, yet disquieting melody as Gem makes her appearance at the top of the ramp. A light percussive beat moves through the music as the petite competitor makes her way to the ring, the cheers of the fans for their Queen of the Underground eliciting little response from Gem herself. Rather than a sense of noticing and ignoring the activity around her, Gem carries herself in such a way to make it clear - anything other than her objective is quite simply beneath her notice.

The Masked Referee signals for the bell, Gem carefully circling her larger opponent only to be interrupted by a sudden clothesline! The Bear’s full body weight crashes into Gem, landing both competitors in a crumpled heap in the center of the ring! Steel reaches his feet quickly, the disoriented Gem taking a few moments longer just to gain a knee! The Bear clearly has no compunctions about taking liberties with Gem’s person, HAMMERING away with heavy-fisted shots , the fist-on-flesh impacts bouncing around the arena. Gem is rocked in place as Steel hauls her unceremoniously to her feet and fires off another heavy right hand - but she ducks!

In an amazing display of situational awareness under duress and preternatural agility, Gem fires off a blurring flurry of shots, knocking a flabbergasted Steel backwards to the ropes! Even as he hits them, Gem presses the attack, peppering all that Bear meat with her laser-like accuracy. Cory manages to absorb some of the damage, but Gem persists, bedeviling Steel with punch after elbow after knee. Finally she pulls back at the urging of the Masked Referee’s four count but only long enough to hit the ropes, rebound and nearly tear the still-kneeling Bear’s head off with a huge lariat!

The crowd goes wild for their Queen of the Underground as Gem hits the ropes again, catching her recovering opponent with another fierce lariat across the throat! Cory drops to all fours, one beefy hand around his thick neck as he struggles to breathe! Gem, daring not to hesitate for a single second, hits the ropes a third time and launches herself at Steel in a flying dropkick; the crowd EXPLODING into a chorus of boos and cheers as Cory reaches up to catch her in two massive hands! The PCW Faithful’s noises gear up into a deafening pitch as - what’s this!? Alexa Black comes tearing down the ramp from the back! She hits the ring at a full run, sliding in and crashing bodily into Steel and Gem, knocking all three competitors to the ground!

Alexa untangles herself first with Steel struggling behind to make it to his feet, Gem slithering out from under the other two! Steel, as visibly fatigued from the evening’s match as Gem, ducks under Alexa’s attempted clothesline and on Black’s return trip, Steel is there alongside Gem! Black is in a bad spot, diving feet first at both competitors, but switches it up into a beautiful front dropkick that drops both match-weary talents to the mat!

Black pops right back up, vengeance clearly in mind as she makes a beeline for Steel. Dragging him to his feet, she grabs him by the hair and managees to hurl him out of the ring only to follow him out! Steel scrambles to his feet and circules around the ring to make space, Alexa hot on his heels, but Black quickly catches up and with a leap grabs The Bear by the whole of his head and leads him to the nearest cornerpost! Gem watches with narrowed eyes from within the ring, waiting for the moment to strike as Black smashes Cory’s face directly into the post - just as Gem leaps onto Alexa’s back and begins raining away with mounted punches!

It’s a dirty 3-way gutter-fight melee brawl at ringside as the three combatants converge in a blurred flurry of fists, feet, and elbows - the Masked Referee finally calling for the bell and ruling the match a double disqualification!

Winner: Double Disqualification

Let's go backstage as we clear this mess up, shall we?

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We're backstage with Andy D, on his way towards the ring.  He's got a determined look in his eyes and a purpose in his step.  No question about it, he's aiming to come out with a win, whether Derek Cosmos is going to be of any help or not.  'Heyyyyyyyyy!  Andy!  My man.  Just the guy I was looking for.'  Andy look over his shoulder and there's Derek Cosmos, gaining ground rapidly upon the D.

'Andy, hey.  Wait up!'.  He calls after Andy but Andy doesn't pay it any mind as he continues walking away.  'Look ... HEY!  Hey look, Andy.  I know we haven't gotten off on the best foot.'  Andy raises a hand and looks at Derek Cosmos directly.  He waits until Cosmos has settled down before he begins talking.  

'Look.  Derek.  I ... I appreciate you trying to help, I really do.  But over the past few weeks, you have to have noticed that I've not had a decent go of things.  I'd REAAAAAAALLY like to get back on track, starting tonight, with 2 guys ... '  Derek goes to say something but Andy cuts him off.  'Not THOSE 2 Guys but with the two guys who made the final four of the Icemann Invitational Tournament.  So just ... don't do anything rash, all right?  I think we can take these guys.'

Derek nods and smiles, giving a thumbs up to Andy as he walks away, leaiving Derek to prepare for the upcoming match.

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Match Four 

Tag Team Match 

Loki & Justin “Stormm” Michaels vs Andy D. & Derek Cosmos 

_{Referee: Eric Russo} 

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

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

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

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

Having made it to ringside, Stormm patrols around to the opposite side of the ring and gives a mocking salute towards Al Laiman, the man who for years has mocked the "misspelling" of Justin's nickname. Justin hops up onto the apron and climbs through the ropes before motioning to the crowd once more.

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

Justin immediately scales the nearest turnbuckle to raise his hands into the air for all to see. The flash bulbs surge throughout the arena as the orange lights brighten back to the venue's usual lighting. Justin repeats his actions and poses on the turnbuckle in the opposite corner before hopping down from the corner, gesturing for a mic as his music fades out.

“Now -” Stormm pauses a moment, waiting for the applause and cheers to die down a bit before continuing. “Now, I’ve been thinking - what am I in a tag match with Loki for?!” Spreading his arms out, he stares around the arena in question, cheering his only answer.

“Why aren’t I the number ONE contender for Pure Class Wrestling’s North American championship!?” More cheers as Justin pauses, soaking up the crowd’s reaction. “Loki...” brief mic drop as Stormm shakes his head, chuckling derisively “Loki LOST his shot. He had that shot, the Icemann Invitational Tournament finals, and he LOST. He lost to Murdoc, the new NA champ, and now it should be MY turn.”

The crowd pops, Stormm egging them on before continuing. “I’M the one that should be next in line for that belt. So to prove it - to PROVE it - I’m going to take on Andy D. and Derek Cosmos BY MYSELF!”

The cheers reach a fever pitch, a chant of “STORMM” beginning to circle the arena.

“You hear that, Loki!? You stay in the back and rest up, I don’t need - I don’t WANT your help!” Stormm tosses the mic out of the ring to the sound of thunderous cheers, standing ready for the match to begin!

Match Four
Handicap Match
Justin “Stormm” Michaels vs Andy D. & Derek Cosmos
_{Referee: Eric Russo}

The opening chords of “Galactic” by New Nobility hits throughout the arena and the stage begins to fill with smoke and a cosmic laser light show. After about thirty-seconds, casually walking out of the smoke is Derek Cosmos.

Derek is wearing his black wrestling trunks, you know the ones with the three pinkish purplish stars on the rear and a giant backwards D and a connected C on the front crotch area. Derek is also wearing a black leather jacket, with jewels encrusted into the sleeves; Pinkish purplish jewels, that light up, but jewels nevertheless. Think Bedazzled.

The Galactic Bounty Hunter, as he and only he likes to call himself, walks down the entrance ramp bopping along with Galactic. As he makes his enthusiastic descent down the ramp, he tries to slap hands with the fans; some take him up on the offer, but most ignore him. Bummer. When he finally reaches the ring, he slides in through the bottom rope and then climbs the nearest turnbuckle to the second rope.

Derek throws his arms back, let's out a “Wooo,” and then jumps back down to the mat. Taking off his light-brite bedazzled jacket, his tosses it to a ringside tech and waits opposite Stormm.

The intro of Dot Rotten's “Are You Not Entertained” hits out on the PA system, and when it asks for everybody to scream the crowd goes absolutely CRAZY for PCW’s “Most Loved” as 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.

Eric Russo steps forward to issue his quick instructions, asking Stormm if he’s sure about the handicap match. At Stormm’s curt nod, Russo takes a moment to remind Andy and Cosmos that while it’s a handicap match, their side must still function like a tag team with tags to decide the legal man. Andy nods and steps back behind the ropes, gesturing the visibly eager Derek Cosmos forward to take the first turn in the ring with the fired-up Justin Michaels. Russo makes one final check to be sure Andy’s outside the ropes, then calls for the bell - and the match begins!

Stormm starts the match in an explosion of action, controlling the ring early with a flurry of forearms and a quick series of scuffling armdrags. Playing it up to the crowd as he parades the struggling Derek around the ring like a show pony, Stormm finally losing his grip on the wriggly Cosmos, who uses the split-second slip up to twist violently away! As Stormm staggers back from the sudden shift, Cosmos rushes straight at him with a running clothesline but the quick thinking Force of Nature ducks right under it! Derek goes careening into the ropes, bouncing back just in time to meet Stormm following him with a huge dropkick that knocks him to the outside! The adrenaline-rushing Stormm goes for an uncharacteristically high risk move, perching himself up on the turnbuckle before launching himself at Cosmos lying prone below - but at the last second Derek rolls to the side! Russo starts his count with Stormm already stirring, Cosmos beats a hasty retreat over to Andy D. and makes the tag!

Andy enters the ring to a chorus of renewed cheers from the PCW Faithful, fresh as a daisy and ready to go! The cheers turn to boos, Andy D. slewing around to see what the fuss is about - only to see Loki standing at the top of the entrance ramp! He gestures for Andy to continue, content to watch as Stormm pulls himself back in at Russo’s 5-count. Stormm rolls into the ring and gains his vertical base, but no sooner does Stormm gain his ground than Andy D. unleashes a duo of flying forearms before a spectacular hurricanrana that hurls Stormm into the far corner! Without a second wasted, Andy D. rushes at Stormm and grabs his head, clearly attempting a tornado ddt. He runs up the corner and twists but Stormm manages to keep a vertical base and reverses, Andy D. reversing the move yet again and launching Stormm into the corner, upside down, with a vicious northern lights suplex! Andy D. moves in for a pin, catching a couple of savage kicks and strikes from the downed Stormm for his efforts.

...1!

...2!

.. - kickout!

Stormm gets a shoulder up and Andy D. hesitates for all of half a second before he grabs Stormm’s leg and drags him into the middle of the ring, making a tag for Derek Cosmos to reenter the match! Cosmos hops into the ring and goes to the ropes, taking advantage of the wearying Stormm to spring off the middle rope and launch himself into a frog splash towards Stormm’s prone form - but Stormm gets his knees up straight into Derek’s midsection! Cosmos collapses over Stormm’s knees as the air is crushed out of his lungs, rolling to the corner to recover! Stormm rises and shakes off the mat grit, advancing on Derek and hauling the significantly smaller man upwards by the hair.

Stormm sneers towards Loki still watching from the stage, signalling for the end and reveling in the crowd’s cheering reaction! He pulls Cosmos the rest of the way to his feet before setting him up for what looks like a suplex, the tenured Pure Class Wrestling veteran lifting Derek up, and transitions into the Force of Nature - but NO! Derek, flailing wildly with all limbs, manages to catch a lucky strike and kicks himself free of the hold! Cosmos crashes to the mat as Stormm goes staggering back, Derek (not exactly a coward, but certainly not a fool) scrambling across the mat to make another tag, bringing Andy D. back in as the legal man!

On fire, Andy launches himself into the ring, streaking towards the fatigued Stormm and BLASTING him with a perfectly executed Dragon’s Bite! Hitting his trademark finisher with uncanny precision, the high-flyer quickly extricates himself from the tangle of limbs and wraps Stormm up into a small package for a pin!

...1!

...2!

...3!!!

Andy D. immediately releases Stormm on Russo’s final count, rising to his feet with Russo lifting his hand as the winner, the PCW Faithful cheering for both their “Most Loved” and the impressive match they’ve just been treated to!

Winner: Andy D. & Derek Cosmos via Pinfall

Andy D. moves to leave the ring, Derek Cosmos crowding up to him with rushed words, the characteristically friendly Andy shouldering past Cosmos in an unusual display of brusque avoidance as he makes his way backstage! Derek Cosmos follows, consternation writ on his face as he attempts to chase Andy D. down, Loki watching them both pass with detached amusement. Stormm finally makes his way to his feet to the encouraging cheers of the crowd, slowing as he passes Loki. The two men lock gazes for the briefest of moments, no words passing between them as Stormm stares disdainfully at Loki before breaking eye contact and heading backstage.

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Match Five 

Tag Team Match 

The Dillinger Brothers (Phineas Grimm {International (c)} & Billy Sadistic) vs Psychedelica (“Dollface” Kelli Starr & Nathan Saniti) 

_{Referee: Joseph Buckland} 

As the frenetic percussion and rapid vocals sound out over the PCW loudspeakers, the entire arena's light system begins to strobe with a rainbow of multicolored lights flashing over the crowd and the entranceway as Kelli dances out into a white spotlight and the cheers of the crowd. As the uptempo music of Mindless Self Indulgence's 'Prescription' continues, she beckons the crowd to their feet as she waits for her partner to arrive when ...

psychedelic lights of green and purple brighten the ramp and walkway with no rhyme or reason as "White Rabbit" by Collide plays. 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.

Nathan Saniti barely notices the audience reaction, whether good or bad but Starr plays up to the crowd as she walks alongside him. About a third of the way down the ramp, Saniti and Starr stop as smoke billows out from underneath him. Just as it envelops them completely, Nathan Saniti tosses his hat into the ring, where it hovers and begins to spew smoke of its own. As the smoke on the ramp clears, Psychedelica has disappeared!. As the smoke from his hat clears, the pair appear in the ring together and awaiting their opponents ...

*STOMP* *CLAP* *STOMP* *CLAP* *STOMP* *CLAP* 

The driving beat behind ‘God’s Gonna Cut You Down’ by Johnny Cash begins to pulsate over the speakers. The memory is still fresh of the Black Hand making their presence known earlier in the evening as The Dillinger Brothers, Phinehas Grimm and Billy Sadistic, step out from behind the curtain. Arguably one of the most dominant pairing of PCW talents to ever grace the squared circle. Their exploits are legendary. And here they stand once more. Grimm begins the slow ... methodical walk towards the ring.

Sadistic, in slight contrast to his partner, shows slight amusement ... entertainment ... at the mixed reaction they receive as they make it to the ring. No fancy light shows, no parlor tricks for these. Straight to the point. Sadistic sliding into the ring, Grimm steps in through the ropes as Psychedelica eyeball the pair with renewed intensity. It’s one thing to see such a pairing from afar. It’s quite another to see them up close and in living color.

Grimm remains standing in the ring with Kelli Starr, while Nathan Saniti and Sadistic retreat to the apron per official instruction. It is only THEN ... that the bell is sounded and the contest is underway.

Kelli and Grimm size each other up, it’s been a while since these two have faced off. It’s an interesting match-up for sure. Grimm goes for the quick collar and elbow tie up but Kelli is even faster and, in a whirl of color, leaves Grimm on the opposite side of the ring. Back to where he started, just a few feet from his own partner.

Nathan claps in support of Kelli but is careful not to lose sight of the target, that is ... coming out not only in one piece but with a victory to boot. Kelli watching as Grimm begins to circle once again, Nathan is the one to take the collar-and-elbow tie up this time. Grimm slips behind her but Starr leans forward and rolls in the same motion, bringing Grimm down to the mat with her on top.

Quick pinfall!

1!

One count only as Grimm releases the waistlock and gets out from underneath in a big hurry. Starr chuckles as the circling begins again. Finally, Grimm has had enough of the monkeyshines and lands a hard right hand to Kelli’s face. Make that two. And three! Grimm landing some seriously heavy leather, Kelli ... retaliates?! Several heavy punches in a row and she makes it VERY clear that she will NOT be bullied in this match. The two actually slugging it out, Kelli takes Grimm and whips him across the ring.

Rebounding, Grimm ducks under a leap-frogging Kelli and bounces off the opposite side. Grimm going for a hip-toss, Starr blocks it and lands a backhand to the gut. Placing her leg on the back of Grimm’s head, Kelli begins to flip backward ... but Grimm powers out in a raw show of strength and plants Starr face-first on the canvas ... bringing his own body to the mat first to throw off Kelli’s timing and stop her from landing on her feet.

Grimm not letting Starr catch her breath, he throws several elbows at the back of her head ... letting the skull bounce between the pointed elbow and the canvas below. Between a rock and a hard place. As the referee goes to separate them, Grimm does so of his own volition and moves to make the quick tag to Billy Sadistic. Sadistic enters and Grimm pulls Kelli to his feet. A double Irish Whip followed by two man assisted military press slam. Ouch. Kelli pancakes face-first to the mat with a heavy thud.

Grimm steps out of the fray and Sadistic goes for the quick pinfall.

1!

2!

Starr kicks out just after two. As Sadistic stands, he’s watching as Kelli begins to crawl towards her partner in Nathan Saniti ... being stalked like a wounded quarry. Sadistic grabbing the ankles before she can get too close, Starr is dragged back to center ring. And then ... SURPRISE! Jack-in-the-box mule kick! She’s able to post off of the canvas once the backwards momentum is stopped and uses Sadistic’s chest as a launching pad! Kelli freeing herself from Sadistic’s grasp, she uses the momentum to roll foward and ... TAG!

Saniti rushes in with both barrels blazing as Kelli rolls to the apron to collect her thoughts. First, it’s Sadistic that takes a dashing clothesline to the face. Grimm is halfway through the ropes as Saniti catches him with a running knee. Stalling the save from the Horror of Hangtown, Saniti turns back to Sadistic and levels him with a beautiful diving shoulder tackle. The referee getting a little bit of control exerted, it’s gone right out the window again as Kelli springboards into action ... halting the impending Grimm assault with picture-perfect springboard cross-body block!

Grimm rolling backwards towards the ropes, the referee is quick to step in ... getting hold of Kelli and forcing her to remove herself from the action. Sadistic taking the fight to Nathan in all the commotion, he whips Nathan across the ring to the ropes and ... while the referee is distracted with Kelli Starr ... lands a beautiful chop-block to the SIDE of Nathan’s right knee! OOOOOOOOOOOOH! Grimm with a parting shot, a stiff Muay Thai kick DIRECTLY to the face of Nathan Saniti. Nathan already crumpling to the mat, the kick to the face is icing on the fucked-cake.

The referee turning back to Grimm leaving the ring and ... a pinfall attempt!

He’s down for the count.

1 ...

2 ..

Kelli’s in to try and break the hold but Grimm manages to trip her up from the side, having left the ring and moved deftly to the opposite corner while the referee has gone for the count. All in a matter of seconds ...

... 3!!!

Winner(s): Phinehas Grimm and Billy Sadistic 

The Brothers watch from the center of the ring as Kelli moves quickly in the ring to half check on Nathan and half hold the Hounds of Hangtown at bay. Sadistic looks amused and nearly ready to move in for the kill. Grimm, in a rare show of Leniency/Apathy/Pity/Respect, holds a hand up to Sadistic’s chest and holds him back from moving in. The pair linger for a few more moments before calmly exiting the ring, making their way up the ramp towards the entranceway.

Interviewer Shane Dodge is waiting at the top of the ramp, microphone in hand, and ... some serious cajonès in looking for a word from Billy Sadistic and Phinehas Grimm. As the pair get closer, Shane steels up and approaches them. ‘Grimm ... and Sadistic. Two names that a lot of people never thought they’d hear in the same sentence ANY time soon. Gentlemen, you’ve made a hell of a statement, even though that statement is pretty murky. What are you reaping, what CHANGE are you bringing?’

Grimm and Sadistic look at Shane with a collective share the could wilt the strongest of men. Shane immediately backs up slightly. Several tense moments pass and ... the pair walk straight past Shane Dodge. Perhaps in disbelief at such a stupid question, or perhaps disbelief that he would assume himself the one to get the scoop on the agenda of the Black Hand. Either way, the impromptu interview is ended immediately and Shane is left to collect his bearings.

‘ ... I need a new pair of pants. We’ll be right back after our last commercial break of the night!’

[Murdoc]

Main Event

Singles Match

“Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght vs Eira

_{Referee: Eddie Lane}

The arena lights lower to a shadowed dimness as "Dystopic" by Position Music 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.

"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. 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 ...just a man. A man with a renewed purpose and vitality. As Showtime enters the ring, he stares daggers through Eira. After the stunning events of Living a Legacy, Wryght is ready to get back on track with a decisive victory over one of the biggest PCW superstars in Eira.

The referee checking both superstars for weapons, though it’s fairly certain that they’d be more interested in taking each other out with their bare hands at this point. Weapons would be a nice little bonus, though. The referee agrees that the competitors are ready to go ... the bell is sounded and the match is underway!

Neither Showtime or Eira are eager to jump straight into the action, preferring to size up each other’s strengths and weaknesses. It’s a slow, tentative feeling out process ... and the intensity is building. So thick it has to be cut with a knife. Finally, Eira and Showtime lock up with a collar-and-elbow tie up. Eira grabs Showtime’s wrist tightly and wrings the limb, attempting to twist the arm and shoulder right out of socket. Showtime controlled by his own muscles and tendons, he has to do something quick if he hopes to escape intact.

Backing up, Showtime forces Eira back into the corner and presses her against the turnbuckles tightly. As she tries to push him off of her, the pressure is lessened and Showtime is able to extricate himself from Eira’s grip.  Pushing forward, he thrusts back with his hips and smashes her into the cornerpost.  Several more thrusts and Eira finds herself gasping for breath.  A back elbow or two and Eira is reeling.  Her senses somewhat befuddled, Eira lowers her shoulder and shoves forward ... the bulk of her weight in the lower back of Showtime.

Showtime and Eira reaching center ring, Showtime drops and hooks Eira's ankles in a drop-toe-hold.  Eira landing face-first on the mat, Showtime is right on the attack.  He floats over with a side headlock that Eira quickly begins to fight, making her way to a standing position.  Several elbow thrusts and Eira is free to dash across the ring towards the ropes.  Showtime is right on her heels and Eira, hearing the thudding steps, springboards over the top rope to the apron to avoid the impact.  Showtime comes up against the ropes, hoping to unload on Eira's face.  However, Eira has other plans and slides herself back into the ring between Showtime's legs.  

Taking off at the opposite ropes, Showtime turns and runs to meet her at mid-ring ... and is met with a full-on foot to the face in the form of a spot-on leg lariat.  Showtime dropped to the mat, Eira moves inexorably forward and drops onto Showtime with a double foot stomp to the chest with such crispness, such precision.  Almost SURGICAL in its' accuracy.  Eira drops onto Showtime for a pinfall attempt.

1 ..

2-NO!

Showtime is up just after two with a shoulder.  Eira drags him up by the head but Showtime stalls her out with a thumb to the eye and ... several chops to the chest.  An exclamation point being added with a back kick, Eira is dropped to the mat and this time it's SHOWTIME going for the pinfall attempt.

1 ...

... KICKOUT!

Eira is out just before two.  The sudden strikes leaving her completely off-guard, Eira is shaking the cobwebs out and gathering her senses.  Showtime is already on his feet and lands a kick to Eira's back as she's trying to push herself from a seated position.  The stiff kick sending shockwaves through her muscles, Eira is quick to move away from Showtime to continue getting herself together. Showtime, however, has other plans in mind and will be continuing the beatdown. Showtime stalking after her slowly, he's waiting until she drags herself to her feet and then ... 

... chop block!  Eira drops to one knee, her vertical base ripped away with the devastating shot.  Showtime rounds her right side and goes for a vicious clothesline but Eira ducks ... Showtime whiffing over her!  Stumbling past, Eira returns to her feet and lands her own BEAUTIFUL side kick straight to the back of Showtime's head.  A vicious leather-on-skull thud echoing throughout the first few rows, Showtime drops to the mat and Eira is just as quick to catch a pinfall attempt!

1 ...

2 ...

.. NO!  

Showtime kicks out at two and a half, throwing the shoulder up and breaking the count.  Eira on a roll now, she drops several knees to the ribs and back of Showtime as he begins to return to his feet.  Showtime fights through it, finally making it to his feet and shoving her off of him and into the ropes.  As she gets to the ropes, she hangs on to keep her from playing into Showtime's momentum and waits for him to attack.  Attack he does, and Eira side-steps the attack ... backing away at the same time.  Showtime lands a surprise clothesline.  Following through, he hits the opposite ropes and lands ANOTHER throat-closing clothesline.  Eira popping up to receive a third one ... Showtime finds himself in a bit of a predicament as Eira lands a beautiful monkey flip. 

Well, a variation of anyways.  Instead of just TOSSING Showtime, she rolls through WITH him and ends up crouched and foot-first on his stomach.  Using him as a springboard, she jumps off of Showtime onto the middle rope and springboards back ... FOOT STOMP! Springboard Fall of the Morningstar from the second rope!  Eira falls off to the side and covers Showtime quickly!

1 ...

2 ...

...


... 3!

Winner: Eira

As Eira and, more importantly Showtime are attempting to catch their breath from the hard-fought battle, the Dillinger brothers emerge from the crowd and slither into the ring. Showtime is back to his feet and as Eira comes to her senses, she finds herself...all alone. Surrounded by Grimm, Showtime, and Sadistic...the Black Hand.

As Eira realizes the dire straights she's faced with, the three men crack miscreant smiles. Three heartless bastards ready to gang beat a woman in a weakened capacity? The PCW Faithful begin booing. They slowly begin to circle and stalk her, toying with their pray when...

‘Whoa whoa whoa whoa WHOA!’

Where'd that voice come from? PCW World Champion Whitey Ford strolls out from the back, flanked by bodyguard Johnny Veigns. The fans don't know whether to cheer or boo. Flashing a toothy grin, Ford and Veigns walk down the aisle...no entrance music, no nothing. He's too cool for that shit. Taking their time, they climb into the ring, seemingly oblivious to the danger that awaits them.

The Black Hand and Eira exchange glances as they watch Whitey and his bodyguard take center stage.

Whitey: Once again, Whitey Ford, the PCW WORLD CHAMPION, the reason YOUR asses are in those seats, and the hottest ratings draw in PCW history, is left out of the fucking Main Event! But that's okay, because I'm still gonna close the damn show!

While he's got a very valid point, the fans love to hate the man(he has the Icey to prove it) and hate him they do! Boos, boos, and more boos!

Whitey: Thank you very much! (He glances over at Eira and smirks, jabbing a thumb in her direction.) Hey toots, your ass still sore from that pounding at Living a Legacy?

Poor taste, and the boos intensify. Looking around him, the World Champ addresses the Black Hand with an open palm.

Whitey: And you guys...don't let your BIG reunion give you Illusions of Fucking Grandeur. This is still Whitey's show! I mean, what do you have...one full set of teeth between the three of you?

The fans laugh in spite of themselves. Grimm, Sadistic, and Showtime don't look amused. All the while, Eira's been positioning herself out of harm's way...and she strikes! Jumping into the air, she shoves with a knee and both hands into the back of Johnny Veigns, propelling him into Grimm...

Grimm retaliates with a right hand and punches start flying! Showtime starts trading blows with the World Champion and the crowd goes berserk. Veigns uses his size and might against the Lord of Misrule and backs him against the ropes. Johnny throws a clothesline, but Grimm ducks the attempt, turns, and tackles the big guy over the top rope with a flying clothesline! Both men spill to the outside as Showtime and Whitey are tangled against the far ropes. Whitey digs at Showtime's face, but Mikey retaliates with several slugs to the gut. Wryght locks in a headlock, but Whitey surges towards the ropes and both men tumble through to the outside. Sadistic and Eira are left alone in the ring as the camera zooms in. The Phenom licks his lips as he advances towards her, anticipating all of the awful things he's going to do when...

...WHERE THE HELL DID -HE- COME FROM?!

...suddenly Murdoc jolts into view! What is that unfamiliar noise? Cheers for Murdoc?!

Murdoc positions himself between Sadistic and Eira, rooted like a giant oak. Needless to say, Sadistic stops in his tracks! The North American Champion glares at the Phenom from behind his expressionless mask. Staring up at Murdoc, Sadistic is clearly having second thoughts about this whole violence thing the Black Hand had planned. The crowd goes silent in anticipation but starts to buzz at the thought of a showdown between the wicked warriors. Reaching into his pocket, Billy slowly begins to backpedal away from the mountain of a man. Pulling a single playing card from his pocket, he nonchalantly flicks it at Murdoc before bailing out of the ring.

Grimm and Showtime regroup with Sadistic at the bottom of the ramp and stand unified. Whitey and Veigns do the same near the broadcast table, both groups staring up into the ring at Murdoc and Eira. No parties appear to be satisfied. Eira kneels down and takes the playing card, looking it front and back before showing it to Murdoc. What's on the card? A single black hand.

While Murdoc's eyes burn with fury, Eira's look...worried.

-CLICK!-

<sub>Sapphire def. Tyrone Smith
Stacy Jones def. Eden
Gem vs. Cory Steel ends in a Double Disqualification
Andy D & Derek Cosmos def. Justin Michaels
The Dillinger Brothers (Phinehas Grimm & Billy Sadistic) def. Psychedelica (Nathan Saniti & Kelli Starr)
Eira def. Michael Wryght

Great showing this week everyone! Was a bit tight on mule help this go-round but next week should be a LOT smoother with the addition of Sadistic (Josh) to mule duties! Got some new eyes on us over the past week or so, congrats on YOU guys putting us at #7 on the E-fed Top 50 Rankings! Way to go! We do what we always do with the new push into social media ... we’re gonna keep getting interest. You deserve it to have everyone pay attention to YOU. Let’s keep it going shall we?!</sub>