Trauma 159 Results!

[Murdoc]

Welcome to PCW Tuesday Night Trauma! We have an action-packed show for you here tonight. We have the debut of SEVERAL new talents this evening! Many of them taking on some of the veteran members of the Pure Class roster, you can be assured that they won't be getting off the hook easily tonight. Not to mention, we've got the first time EVER meeting between Billy Sadistic and the North American Champion, Murdoc. Phinehas Grimm vs. Eira is ALWAYS a war, yet it's a war that Grimm has never managed to find himself victorious in. Is tonight his night? And in our main event, the World Champion Whitey Ford will take on 'Mr. Showtime' Michael Wryght in what is sure to be an explosive encounter with all the extenuating circumstances floating about! But let's not waste anymore time and get down to the ring for our first contest of the evening!

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Match One

Exhibition Singles Match

Seth Archer vs. T.K. Money

_{Referee: Charles Lim}

The crowd is ready for the opening match. Sasha Green is in the ring ready for the introductions. However, a ringside official suddenly slides into the ring and slips Sasha a note. She reads it quickly and then starts speaking. 

“Ladies and gentlemen, unfortunately our opening match will not be happening as scheduled. Due to travel issues and a delayed flight, Seth Archer is not available to participate in this match. Therefore, the winner of this match by default is T.K. MONEY!” 

Suddenly, "Monopoly" by Tantric plays throughout the arena. Thomas emerges from the crowd wearing a gray hoodie, and mirror finished aviators. He hops over the barricade, and walks up the ring steps only to climb up the turnbuckle, throws hands in the air to a mix of cheers, and boos. He hops down, grabs a microphone and starts to speak. 

“Well, here I am in PCW and it appears that my opponent Seth Archer hasn’t bothered to show up. I don’t blame him. After all, it’s obvious that no matter what Archer did tonight, I was going to be the winner of this match.” 

“You were smart Archer. I would have torn you apart. I would have ripped you limb from limb. This ring would be dripping with your blood by now. Instead, I’m here on my own, a winner, just like I always am. And you’re nowhere to be seen, like the punk ass bitch that you are.” 

T.K. looks to the referee. 

“Now raise my hand in victory.” 

The referee raises T.K. Money’s hand. 

WINNER: T.K. MONEY

“This will be the first of many, many times PCW will see my hand raised... and you can bank on that!” 

"Monopoly" by Tantric plays once again and T.K. Money makes his way out of the ring and back up the entrance way.

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We’re backstage looking in one of PCW’s newest signees, Jack Cropper! The Brightmoor Savage certainly IS an intimidating presence at 6 feet, 7 inches and three hundred and fifty-seven pounds ... he seems to fill up the television screen as the camera backs out. Backing out, the camera operator finds none other than Shane Dodge standing by! He’s looking his best as always as he leans in to be seen by the audience. ‘Ladies and gentlemen, Shane Dodge here with new talent Jack Cropper! Mr. Cropper, I’m wondering if I could get some insight on your debut match tonight ... a triple threat match between yourself, Tha Joka and Cory Steel. What’s your plan?’ 

Jack Cropper looks up from lacing his boots towards Shane. He doesn’t look particularly impressed by the man’s line of questioning. Pushing himself up to a standing position, he towers over Shane and begins to reach for the microphone to set the record straight (and perhaps point out what an idiot Shane is) when ... 

‘Jack Cropper?’ 

The deep, unsettling voice rings out. Both Cropper and Dodge look to their immediate left. There they find two gentlemen. Dressed in black suits with black sunglasses. Earpiece on each of them. They look as put together as can be. Professional. They begin to move in on Jack Cropper, physically forcing Shane Dodge out of the way. Shane lets out a surprised ‘Hey!’ as the two men flank Cropper. 

‘Mr. Cropper, I’m afraid you’ll have to come with us.’ Cropper begins to protest, possibly with his fists, but the man on the right reaches into his jacket and retrieves something, flashing what appears to be some serious credentials in the form of a badge. Jack stops in his course of action and stares rather shocked at the badge before sighing heavily. He nods and begins to grabs his things, leaving with the two gentlemen ... and leaving Shane Dodge alone once again. 

‘... are you f***ing kidding me??’ 

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Match Two

Underground Singles Match

Cory ‘The Bear’ Steel vs. Tha Joka

_{Referee: Joseph Buckland}

A bear growl roars throughout the arena.

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 when a still injured Cory Steel comes limping out from backstage. The Bear is wearing the same bear skin over his head and shoulders but it seems to be cleaned up and properly tanned. With Othello beside him the two make their way down to the ring with his group of goons watching The Bears back. 

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.

“Torn Apart" by Avatar begins playing and Joka's old entrance video package appears on the Monitor as red and green strobes start going off on the stage. The crowd look on in confusion as to who the mystery person behind the music is as the music begins skipping erratically and distorting. The music begins looping on the chorus as screen tears begin appearing on the video playing. Suddenly blood begins dripping down the huge screen as the words "Torn Apart" loop over and over again on the music. The crowd is abuzz with excitement, talking to themselves. Suddenly the house lights go off in the arena and the place is awash in total darkness. The crowd goes silent and suddenly the blood dripping in the video congeals into words... 

I'm Watching You 

"In The House, In A Heartbeat" by John Murphy begins playing softly through the speakers of the arena as the crowd begins strangely humming in unison to the song. Red lights come on and illuminate the arena in crimson as the cameras zoom in to see Joka and his manager Monster standing at the top of the stage. Monster towering over Joka with his arms crossed as Joka stands with his head down and his long dreadlocks covering his face, swaying eerily side-to-side to the music. The cameras and the crowd catch a glimpse of the clown peeking up from behind his hair as the lights go out again. The crowd continues humming that macabre instrumental as they sway together in the darkness that Joka has plunged them into. Suddenly the lights come back on with Joka and Monster standing outside of the ring, Joka still swaying side-to-side to his music, his head still down and his face still covered by his long dreads with Monster still standing with his arms crossed.  

Joka slowly begins walking up the steel stairs into the ring as the red lights go out and the house lights come back on. Joka crawls over the top turnbuckle like a spider climbing up a wall and whips his head back violently, showing a sadistic smile on his face to the bloodthirsty elation of the crowd. His hair is covered in blood and the red liquid is starting to drip down his face as he jumps off the turnbuckle and spins around in the ring, psychotically staring out into the crowd in all directions. The crowd begins heckling Joka over and over again as Joka licks his thumb and kneels down, shining the metal tip of his steel toed boots with a smile like a golfer shining the tip of his driver. 

The music has reached its crescendo and has come full circle back to the eerily quiet part. Joka slowly walks over to the corner and falls back into it, his knees up, holding his rusty cheese grater close to his face which sports a lethargic look. Monster walks over to the turnbuckle Joka is sitting at and leans in, whispering into his ear as Joka smiles sadistically again. His cold eyes staring out from behind his dreadlocks as his music dies down and the crowd goes silent. 

The bell rings and the match begins. Steel and Joka lock up. Steel gets the upper hand as he knees Joka in the stomach. With Joka doubled over, Cory Steel hits him with an elbow to the back of the head. He then grabs him in a headlock, but Joka breaks free by driving his fist into Cory’s side several times.  

Tha Joka now stands up and he shoves Cory Steel backwards. He then runs at him, clotheslining him down to the mat. Cory Steel rolls into the corner and he pulls himself up using the ropes. Joka follows him into the corner and kicks Steel in the midsection. He then sets him up in the corner and drives his shoulder into Steel’s stomach. Steel falls to the mat. Joka bends down and pulls his opponent up. Cory Steel grabs onto Joka’s shoulders and he throws him over his shoulder. Joka is thrown between the turnbuckles and he hits the ring post shoulder-first. 

Cory Steel gets to his feet now. He pulls Joka out of the corner and sets him up before hitting him with a running power slam. Cory Steel goes for the cover and gets two. Steel stands up and he pulls his opponent to his feet. Joka responds by kicking Steel in the stomach, doubling him over. Joka now sets Steel up and he drops him with a suplex. He pulls Steel up and throws him off of the ropes. As Steel rebounds, Tha Joka hits him with a big spinebuster. 

Tha Joka goes for the cover, but Cory Steel kicks out at two. 

Joka pulls Cory Steel up once more. He Irish whips him towards the corner. Cory Steel reverses it and Joka hits the corner hard. Steel charges at him now, but Tha Joka comes flying out of the corner with an exploder clothesline! Cory Steel is down on the mat. Tha Joka waits in the corner for his opponent to stand up. Once he does, he charges at him with a big boot! Cory Steel dodges out of the way at the last second. He then grabs Joka from behind and hits him with a full nelson slam! 

Cory Steel pulls Joka up now. Joka suddenly throws a swift punch to Steel’s face. Steel is staggered, but he returns fire with a punch of his own. Joka throws one back. And now Steel. Joka. Steel. Joka. Steel. Joka throws another punch, but Steel blocks this one. He then returns with a punch of his own. And again. And again. Joka is backed up against the ropes now. Cory Steel takes a step back and charges at him with a clothesline that sends both men over the ropes and to the outside!  

Both men are down on the floor for a moment. Slowly Cory Steel gets to his feet first. He pulls Joka up and throws him towards the steel steps. Joka reverses the move and Steel instead gets tossed into the steps! Joka now takes a minute to catch his breath before walking over to Steel. He pulls Steel up, but Steel hits him with a stiff elbow to the jaw. Cory Steel now throws Tha Joka head-first into the ring post!  

Steel now pulls Joka up from the floor and he throws him hard into the ringside barrier. Steel walks towards him, but Joka kicks him in the knee, slowing him down. Joka now stands up and he almost takes Steel’s head off with a big boot to the face! Joka pulls Steel up. He drags him over to the remains of the steel steps and slams him face-first into the steps. Joka then picks Steel up and he sets him up for a DDT onto the steps! Cory Steel breaks free and he grabs Joka! He then drops him down onto the steps HARD with a spinebuster!  

Cory Steel now stands up and pulls Joka up. He then rolls Tha Joka into the ring. Steel is about to re-enter the ring himself when suddenly Alexa Black is seen in the entrance way! She is making her way towards the ring, despite security attempting to stop her. Cory Steel charges over towards her and he leaps onto her and the security guards! It’s a mass of humanity as Black, Steel and several members of PCW security collapse into a pile in the entrance way.  

Finally, Cory Steel stands up. Alexa Black stands up as well, but the two are held apart by security. The referee reminds Cory Steel that there is a match taking place and Steel returns to the ring with his attention clearly still on Alexa Black, who is refusing to leave the ringside area. 

The distraction costs Cory Steel and Tha Joka uses the opportunity to his advantage, and he grabs Cory Steel and hits him with the Sadist Slam! Joka then goes for the cover and he gets three! 

Tha Joka’s hand is raised as Alexa Black fights through security and towards the ring. PCW officials finally relent and allow her to make her way down to the ring, seeing as how she’s scheduled to participate in the next match. 

Tha Joka smiles as he looks down at his vanquished opponent and he leaves the ring with his arm still raised in the air.

WINNER: THA JOKA


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[Murdoc]

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Match Three

Singles Match

Gem vs. Alexa Black

_{Referee: Tyrone Little, Jr.}

There’s no standing on ceremony with Alexa Black already in the ring, just as fired up as the crowd from her tussle with Cory Steel! Without further adieu, the otherworldly tones heralding Akira Yamaoka’s “Witchcraft” float eerily over the assembled fans, sombre piano notes soon taking up an ethereal, yet disquieting melody as the arena lights dim. A soft, jade green spotlight illuminates the entrance way as Gem makes her appearance at the top of the ramp, light fog spilling out over the ramp. The light percussive beat moves through the music as she makes her way through delicate fog 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 ref steps forward, Tyrone Little, Jr. giving a quick word to the competitors before signaling for the bell - and the match begins! Alexa Black immediately launches into an aggressive attack, backing Gem towards a corner in the first few moments of the match. Ducking and dodging under Alexa’s swings in an impressive display of agility, Gem’s expression reflects nothing more than cold calculation. Black, frustrated, attempts to lock up with Gem, going for an arm drag but Gem delivers a sharp uppercut to the chin! Black’s head is snapped back on her neck, Gem following up the initial strike with a series of savage jabs - it’s clear the Queen of the Underground isn’t pulling any punches tonight as she backs Alexa into a corner!

This time Gem takes the initiative, streaking across the ring towards Alexa who quickly sidesteps, using the follow through to send Gem careening into the ropes! Gem bounces off the ropes, Alexa catching her on the rebound, using a mean-looking Irish whip to wing her towards the ropes AGAIN! Gem hits the rebound hard, springing forward towards Alexa in an uncharacteristically haphazard attack - clumsy, but effective! Alexa. is taken out at the chest with a vicious spear, both competitors sent sprawling across the mat! Gem quickly regains her feet, but Alexa takes a few moments longer to rise. Seeing Black struggling to regain her equilibrium, the Queen of the Underground again takes advantage of her own uniquely-styled skill set, hopping up the ropes and launching herself at Gem in a perfectly executed diving knee drop! Alexa Black crashes backwards, her head hitting the mat with a resounding THUD as she writhes in pain; Gem skidding to a stop a few feet away taking a moment to orient herself before moving in on Black to make a pin!

..1!

..2!

.. - kickout!

Black gets her shoulder up before the 3-count, an almost imperceptible flicker of annoyance crossing Gem’s face as she backs up - but not fast enough! Alexa explodes into action, lunging from a kneeling position and taking Gem down by sheer surprise! The two women struggle on the mat, Alexa fighting to get a hold on the preternaturally agile Gem while the Queen of the Underground uses every (non-lethal) trick she knows to try and gain the upper hand on the submission-savvy Alexa! Despite Gem’s fluidity, she finds herself locked into a hold that Alexa deftly maneuvers into a pin, Black barking at Tyrone to make the count as Gem struggles mightily to escape.

..1!

.. - kickout with EMPHASIS!

Gem kicks out and Alexa releases, pounding the mat with her fists in frustration as Gem kips up without even the briefest of fatigue-induced hesitations - like a cross between the Energizer Bunny and a ninja! Gem circles around for space, Alexa immediately charging forward in another grapple attempt, Gem following along to counter with her own – but Black counters the counter! Landing on her feet, she hits the ropes, using the rebound to charge at Gem who ducks the running clothesline! Alexa bounces off the ropes one more time, arm up as if for a clothesline but she takes Gem down at the last second with a mean looking spear to the abdomen! Alexa Black’s face twisted into a mean scowl, she takes a few running steps start before adding a vicious elbow drop to the prone Gem before attempting another hold!

Both combatants wrestle around on the mat, struggling to gain the upper hand. Gem still can’t seem to power the larger Black into a pinning predicament, and Alexa can’t seem to keep ahold of the agile Gem! They separate of their own accord, Gem yet again the first to gain her vertical base and stepping to snap a quick soccer kick directed at Alexa’s head, the impact nailing the slightly larger woman to the mat! Slipping in for the cover, Gem shouts at Tyrone to come make the count, lithe muscles flexed as she struggles to hold Alexa in place.

...1!

...2!

...3!

WINNER: GEM

Akira Yamaoka’s “Witchcraft” begins to wind it’s way out through the speakers as the crowd cheers their Queen of the Underground while Alexa black - refuses to leave!? Shrieking at an official about Cory Steel costing her the match, it’s clear that the venomous woman might be walking a little bit the wrong side of sanity as she gestures and flails wildly. Frazier Knight enters the ring, speaking calmly in the face of her explosive outburst, gradually convincing her to leave as he leads her from the ring.

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We’re about to go backstage when the lights in the arena dim.

The only light, save for the multitude of cell phone lights, is that of the PCWtron.

...

... riiiiiiiiiiiiiiight.

Uhm, let’s get to our next contest of the evening shall we?

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Match Four

Underground Match

Stacy Jones vs. Tyrone ‘Crazy Boy’ Smith

_{Referee: Jonathon Nordby}

“Starstrukk” by 3OH!3 ft. Katy Perry bangs through the speakers as Stacy Jones appears on stage facing away from the ramp as the cameras see her from behind as the lyrics kick in before she turns with a grin and begins her strut to the ring, adjusting her gloves as she walks confidently.

As she approaches the ring, she steps between the ropes and rests against a turnbuckle as she waits for her opponent to arrive/the bell to ring.

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 the match to begin.

The two competitors line up in the center of the ring along with referee Jonathon “Pegasus” Nordby, who is refereeing his very first match tonight. The bell rings and the two lock up. Crazy Boy gets the advantage and he shoves Stacy Jones backwards. As she gets to her feet, he charges at her and takes her down with a clothesline. He then pulls her up off of the mat, sets her up and delivers a suplex. Jones shifts her weight in the air, breaks free and drops down behind Tyrone Smith. She then leaps up and hits him with a missile dropkick in the back.

The move causes him to fall forwards into the ropes. He stands up, but Stacy runs at him, leaps up and hits a hurricanrana! She then stands and climbs to the top ropes. Stacy Jones flies off of the ropes with a moonsault... but no one is home and she hits the canvas with a thud! Crazy Boy is back up now.

He pulls Jones to her feet but quickly drops her back down with a sudden one armed DDT. Crazy Boy goes for the quick cover. Nordby is slightly out of position, not expecting the cover so quickly, but he slides and counts to two before Stacy Jones kicks out.

Tyrone pulls Stacy to her feet once more, Irish whipping her hard into the corner. He charges into the corner at Jones, but she gets her feet up and hits him with a double boot to the face. Stacy Jones now pushes herself up to the second rope and she leaps off of the ropes with a double axehandle, hitting Jones in the face as he walks towards her. He’s staggered now, which gives Stacy the opportunity to step into him with a big superkick to the jaw! Tyrone Smith falls down hard and Stacy goes for the pin.

Crazy Boy kicks out at two.

Stacy pulls him to his feet and backs him up into the corner. She then hits him with a hard roundhouse kick to the midsection. With Crazy Boy doubled over, she grabs him in a head lock. He quickly breaks free and shoves her backwards. Smith then charges forward and he hits Jones with a vicious clothesline, sending her down to the mat hard. Crazy Boy now unloads on Stacy Jones with a series of stomps.

Crazy Boy now pulls her up, sets her up and delivers an airplane spin with a Samoan drop at the end: Crazy Airlines! He then quickly goes for a cover.... and Stacy Jones barely gets her shoulder up before the three count. Crazy Boy pulls her up, but suddenly she grabs his head and rolls him up into a pinning combination! Crazy Boy breaks free at two!

The two competitors stand up now and Stacy Jones very quickly leaps up, hitting Crazy Boy with a missile dropkick to the face! He hits the mat. She waits for him to get to one knee and then runs and connects with a shining wizard! Stacy Jones with a cover... and Tyrone Smith kicks out at two! 

She pulls Crazy Boy up now and sets him up for a suplex. He blocks it and then drops her down to the mat with a suplex of his own! Crazy Boy now climbs to the top ropes and he leaps off with a picture perfect frog splash.... and he only gets a two-count on the ensuing cover!

Crazy Boy stands up now as Stacy Jones rolls towards the ropes. She uses the ropes to pull herself to her feet. Smith walks towards her, but Jones hits him with a kick to the midsection. She then swings at him with a punch, but he dodges it. He then grabs Stacy, lifts her up and delivers the Crazy Slam!

He covers her. 1.... 2.... and Stacy Jones manages to get her foot under the rope at the last second... but it doesn’t matter as referee Jonathon Nordby hits the mat for three! He signals for the bell, apparently unaware of the fact that Stacy Jones appeared to get her foot under the rope!

WINNER: TYRONE SMITH

Crazy Boy has his arm raised in victory as Stacy Jones sits on the mat, visibly angry. Crazy Boy leaves the ring victorious. Stacy Jones takes several moments to get back to her feet, but she’s outraged when she does. She pulls Nordby over and starts screaming at him while motioning to the bottom rope. He makes a three symbol with his hands and waves it in her face. Stacy Jones can’t believe the blown call and she continues to argue as the show heads to a commercial. 

[Murdoc]

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The camera feed switches to backstage, appearing to follow a headset-wearing staff member into the locker area. Arriving at a locked door with a crayon-and-glitter emblazoned sign colorfully proclaiming the room occupant's name, the staffer knocks briskly.

"Miss Starr?"

"Go away!"

A quick glance to the camera and back to the door, the slim brunette knocks again.

"Um, Miss Starr, if you please? You're due backstage for your entrance in less than five minutes, we need you in place."

"I'm not going!"

"You're billed for tonight, ma'am."

"Oh my God, ma'am? Like REALLY!? How old do you think I AM?! I KNOW I'm on the card, but I'm not GOING! You can't MAKE me!"

Staring into the camera for a moment, she shakes her head and returns her attention to the door. Sometimes you really gotta feel for the backstage crew, yanno?

"Miss Starr - please, we need to get you out there, you're -"

"I SAID NO! You see? You see what happens!? THIS IS WHY WE CAN'T HAVE NICE THINGS!!"

The sound of something heavy hitting the door, followed by the lilting strains of "I'm a Little Teapot", the backstage staffer throwing up her hands in irritation and brushing past the camera tech as she radios something in on her headset.

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Match Five

Triple Threat Match

Derek Cosmos vs. Nathan Saniti vs. Andy D

_{Referee: Manny Cruz}

This four corners match is now, apparently, a triple threat match.

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. About a third of the way down the ramp, Nathan Saniti stops as smoke billows out from underneath him. Just as it envelops him 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, Nathan Saniti has disappeared. As the smoke from his hat clears, Nathan Saniti appears right there!

The opening chords/riffs/what have you of the greatest song ever made, “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 and waits.

The intro of 'Are You Not Entertained' hits the PA system, and when it asks for everybody to scream the crowd goes crazy and Andy appears from the back. As he heads towards the ring, he 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. 

The bell rings. Saniti and Andy D immediately charge at one another. Saniti gets the upper hand and he clotheslines Andy D down to the mat. He then delivers several hard stomps to Andy as he’s down on the mat. Cosmos interjects himself in, turning Saniti around and locking him up. Saniti breaks free, kicks Cosmos in the stomach and connects with a double underhook suplex.

As Saniti returns to his feet, he’s met with a clothesline by Andy D. Andy pulls Nathan back up to his feet and he backs him up into the corner. Andy D now drives his knee into Saniti’s midsection. He then pulls him out of the corner and drops him with a DDT. Andy D goes for the cover, but Saniti kicks out at two.

Andy D pulls Saniti up, just as Derek Cosmos gets back to his feet. Suddenly Cosmos pulls Saniti up from behind, but he gets only a two count. Saniti quickly gets to his feet and he leaps up, hitting Cosmos with a drop kick to the face! Derek Cosmos falls to the mat and he rolls out of the ring to catch his breath.

Andy D quickly leaps up and he hits Saniti in the face with a dropkick of his own. He then pulls Saniti up and drops him back down to the mat with a snap DDT. Andy pulls Nathan up once more, but Saniti breaks loose and he kicks Andy in the stomach. He then sets him up and drops Andy D down to the mat with a big sit-out powerbomb! Saniti goes for the cover, but Andy D kicks out at two.

Saniti stands up, but suddenly Derek Cosmos comes flying back into the ring and he drops Saniti with a soaring crossbody! He holds on for a cover, but gets only two. Cosmos pulls Saniti up to his feet, but Saniti blocks his next move. Saniti now leaps up and connects with a hurricanrana! He rolls through and into a pinning combination, but Andy D hits him with a missile dropkick to the face, breaking up the pin.

Andy D grabs Saniti now. He pulls him up and Irish whips him into the corner. Andy now charges at Saniti, flying at him with a shoulder. Saniti dodges out of the way and Andy D hits the turnbuckles hard. Saniti acts quickly, grabbing Andy D and hitting him with a tilt-a-whirl back breaker. Saniti now pulls Andy D up once more, only to send him back down to the mat with a Whirling Dervish!

Saniti covers Andy D, but Andy D barely gets his shoulder up before three. Saniti pulls him up and he Irish whips him off of the ropes. Saniti runs at Andy with a clothesline, but Andy D ducks it and he rebounds off of the ropes. Andy D now leaps at Saniti, hitting him with a big forearm to the face. Andy D pull Saniti up, but Saniti shoves him backwards. Saniti now steps up and hits Andy D with an enziguri to the back up the head. 

Saniti goes for the cover, but Derek Cosmos breaks up the pin at two with a double axe handle. He then pulls Saniti up and delivers a suplex. Cosmos waits for Saniti to stand up and when he does, he leaps at him with a single leg dropkick. Saniti dodges it and Cosmos hits the mat. As he stands up, Nathan Saniti drops him again with a flying leg lariat that sends Cosmos down and rolling towards the ropes.

Andy D is up now and he hits Nathan Saniti with a drop kick. He then pulls Nathan up and connects with a snap suplex. He then climbs to the top ropes and leaps off of the ropes with a moonsault! No one is home as Nathan Saniti rolls out of the way and Andy D hits the mat hard.

All three men are down, but Nathan Saniti is the first to get to his feet. Derek Cosmos follows, using the ropes to pull himself up on the apron. As Nathan Saniti turns around, Cosmos flies into the ring and he hits Saniti with a springboard clothesline! Cosmos pulls Saniti up, but Saniti shoves him backwards into the ropes. Saniti now runs at him and hits him with a clothesline, sending him over the ropes and to the outside.

He now turns his attention to Andy D, who is getting back to his feet. Saniti grabs up and sets him up, but Andy D breaks free, kicks Nathan Saniti in the stomach and drops him with a DDT. Andy D returns to his feet and he sees Derek Cosmos returning to the ring. Andy D very suddenly hits him with the Dragon’s Bite, causing Cosmos to collapse onto the mat. Andy D stands up now, but Nathan Saniti pushes him from behind, causing him to fall through the ropes and to the outside! Saniti now quickly covers the fallen Cosmos!

1... 2.... 3!!!

WINNER: NATHAN SANITI

As the referee raises Saniti’s hand for the hard-fought victory, he generally ignores the gesture and exits the ring ... making his way backstage to check on the status of one Kelli Starr.

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‘Gentlemen. I’m glad you could make it.’

Patrick Gregory Brooks is seated at the head of a conference table while his esteemed guests are seated on opposite sides of each other at the other end. ‘I’m sure you know why I’ve called you here. You were given this week off from active competition ... ‘ Brooks glances at both Loki AND Justin Michaels before back down to his paperwork. ‘... but we do still have some business to take care of.’

Brooks gestures for something from Isabella, which he receives rather quickly. ‘It was at Trauma 158 where the two of you were scheduled to face off against Andy D and Derek Cosmos. For WHATEVER reason, you decided to take it upon yourself to make it a handicapped match. Stormm against Andy D and Derek Cosmos.’ Stormm is staring intently at Brook, but Brooks waits until the last second before looking up from his paperwork.

‘Mr. Michaels, -I- am in charge. You would do well to remember that. No worries, I’m sure you’ll remember that after NEXT week’s match. Now as for you, Loki ... ‘ Brooks looks over to the heretofore ignored man in the room. ‘ ... I can understand your irritation at some of the inflammatory words Mr. Michaels chose to use at Trauma 158 concerning you.’ He offers a sympathetic sort of smile. 

‘... but I will NOT have you FAILING TO COMPETE where you are SCHEDULED TO COMPETE. I will not have ANYONE failing to compete when you are ADVERTISED. That said, you also will be in a match next week. In fact, you’ll be in the opening contest of the evening. It’s not going to be a walk in the park either. Let next week be a lesson to you, to BOTH of you.’

****

Match Six

Singles Match

Eira vs. Grimm

_{Referee: Eric Russo}

The PCW Faithful have been looking forward to this one all night, and it's here! Finally, the farmer faces the femme fatale. “Dystopic” by Position Music, accompanied by a badass purple pyrotechnic display, signals the arrival of Eira. Her reception is a bit warmer than usual. Uncaring, she makes her way to the ring to await her nemesis, Phinehas Grimm.

Ministry's “Dream Song” stomps out of the speakers and one Hangtown's Horrors emerges from the back. Grimm and Eira lock eyes as he marches to the ring – there is something more than dislike going on here. Perhaps it's the fact that despite meeting on a couple occasions prior, Eira is one of the few souls in the business that Grimm has been unable to defeat. Or maybe it's a Black Hand thing. Either way, the stalemate comes to an end ...TONIGHT!

The combatants take their respective corners as Eric Russo checks them out and calls for the bell. Neither make any sudden moves, instead choosing to circle each other in a counterclockwise motion. The fans grow silent...and Grimm take two bold steps into the center of the ring. Without hesitation, Eira greets him in the middle and gets all up in Grimm's business. The Lord of Misrule cracks a half-grin...and Eira responds with a shove! Without guilt or reservation, Grimm clips her jaw with a stiff right hand that cracks her head back. And this fight is under way!

Grimm capitalizes on the stunned Eira with a barrage of strikes that traps her in the corner. Grimm rains down blows before dragging Eira out of the corner...but Eira acts quickly with a crisp Judo throw that plants Grimm on his back. Eira only gets a one-count. Both competitors scramble back to their feet, but the agile Eira quickly catches Phinehas with a hurricanrana! The Crimson Demon rolls with the momentum, rebounds off the ropes...and walks right into another hurricanrana – this one of the spinning variety! The fans are getting behind Eira. Grimm regains his vertical base and Eira meets him for a THIRD hurricanrana, but Phinehas has other plans! As Eira attempts to flip him, Grimm locks her upside down, spins her, and smashes her head-first into the turnbuckles! Eira drops in a heap in the corner and Phinehas is there to make the cover! 1...2...Eira gets a foot on the bottom rope!

And this is where things get nasty. Grimm's Sword of Heimdall headbutt bounces spectacularly off of Eira's mouth, and blood has begun flowing! Blood covers Eira's teeth, lips, and chin – as if she'd just taken a giant bite out of a horse's heart – and she...smiles?! Grimm arches an eyebrow, but now it's Eira's turn. A swift kick to the abdomen and Eira has her arms latched around Grimm's neck in a Muay Thai clinch! Eira alternates knee after knee into Grimm's midsection, driving him back across the ring and into the ropes. Grimm uses the momentum to power out of the lock and initiate a Muay Thai clinch of his own! Now it's Grimm driving multiple knees into the corset of Eira. After what seems like a dozen, Grimm releases and she drops to a knee. Hitting the ropes, Phinehas charges and runs right into a big spear from Eira! She covers and hooks the leg. 1...2...kickout!

Grimm forces himself to his feet, but Eira is there to monkey flip him into the corner and quickly follow it up with a cartwheel dropkick that lands dangerously low on the abdomen. Grimm doubles over and referee Russo checks for a low blow, but Eira presses the action and attempts to lock in her straight jacket hold known as Purgatory. She's able to lock one of Grimm's wrists, but he won't give her the other. That's good enough for her, and she wrenches back on it! Thankfully, Grimm is barely able hook the bottom rope with his boot and Russo calls for a clean break. Apparently, Eira doesn't release the hold in a quick enough manner as Grimm lashes back with the thumb from his free hand to jab her in the eye! The fans boo. Grimm doesn't care.

Forcing Eira into the corner, he blatantly chokes her in front of the referee in an attempt to weaken her and gain that first elusive win. Russo is all over it, and Grimm breaks after a four-count. Bam! Grimm with a staggering uppercut, followed by a Savate kick...and Eira is down! But wait, there's more: Grimm drives her face into the mat with his Foddershock facebuster before rolling her over and making the cover. 1...2...kickout! That was close, and the PCW Faithful let out a sigh of relief.

This is turning into a brutal battle of the inhuman and the inhumane...you decide which is which.

Grimm can smell the end, but as he moves in for the kill, Eira introduces him to a well-placed elbow to the nose. Now the Crooked Man is bleeding...although with the red beard, you'd never know it. Just trust me...the blood IS there. But NOBODY makes Grimm bleed his own blood, and he charges to teach the lass a lesson! Eira ducks a clothesline and immediately turns to follow Grimm into the ropes with a handspring double mule kick to the gut the deposits him through the ropes onto the ring apron. With Grimm in position, Eira goes for the Tarantula! Grimm fights it, breaks free, drops her inside the ring with a solid right hook. Holding her chin, Eira pulls herself up. Sprinting down the ring apron, Phinehas runs up the turnbuckles – look, Ma, no hands! - and takes flight! Turning in midair, Grimm latches onto her and plants her with a nasty sleeping neckbreaker! Goodnight, Eira! Grimm with the cover. 1...2...!

KICKOUT! What fortitude by the former World Champion! The fans are on their feet. Even Grimm is a bit stunned. Eira doesn't have much left and Phinehas knows it. He yards her to her feet to finish her off...but Eira refuses to throw in the towel. A thrust to the throat stuns Grimm, followed by a knee to the gut, a headbutt, a kick to the inside of the knee, and axe handle to the back, and a curbstomp that drives the Lord of Misrule's cranium into the canvas! A last ditch effort and Eira's got Grimm in a bad way. The fans can feel that the finish is near, and so can Eira. Clearly fatigued, Eira climbs nimbly to the top turnbuckle. Fall of the Morning Star time. Grimm slowly rolls to his back as Eira takes flight with the double foot stomp! Cue multiple flashbulbs as he silvery hair trails behind her...

...nobody home! Grimm rolls out of the way at the last instance and Eira lands awkwardly, tweaking her ankle! From the standing position, Grimm is able to lock in the Winding Stairway arm triangle choke! Eira fights to break free, but the Kentuckian has it locked in tight and already she's starting to fade! The crowd tries to fuel her on, but it's no use. The strength is visibly leaving her body in a hurry and she drops to a knee. Eric Russo swoops in to make the call...

...and in a surge of energy, Eira forces Grimm back into the corner! She smashes him into the corner a second time...and a third! Finally, Grimm breaks the hold and the fans erupt! Eira lets loose with a hellacious uppercut and...was that spit or a tooth that went flying? Eira signals for the end before hoisting Grimm up onto the top turnbuckle. Grimm, the sly devil, catches Eira with a poke to the eye, causing her to reel. Pulling her in violently by her silver, flowing hair, he quickly plants her with the Harvest, followed by a quick cover. 

1...

2...

... 3!

WINNER: GRIMM

Grimm looks to be content with leaving the downed Eira in the middle of the ring to collect the rest of her brain cells.

... however.

Out from the back comes Billy Sadistic, a subtle gleam in his eye. As he reaches the ringside area, he claps a hand on the back of Phinehas Grimm and smiles. Both men enter the ring, Sadistic coming from the ramp side while Grimm enters from the commentary table side. Both of them entering at the same time, Eira has finally made it to her feet. She’s looked in better shape, but it looks as though her time has come. Facing both men down, she’s ready for a fight. The scowl on her face is bone-chilling.

Sadistic and Grimm move in closer ...

.... dangerously close ...

and THEN?

FWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

The center of the ring erupts into a pillar of flame! Huge and violent, it’s enough to throw Grimm and Sadistic back from their attack for the moment. And as the flame returns from the nothingness whence it came ... Eira has vanished! The pillar of fire leaving a small singed spot on the canvas, Sadistic and Grimm look slightly quizzically at each other (although it’s not hard to figure out where Eira had vanished to). Sadistic gives a mocking snap of the fingers and shrugs to the crowd. Grimm, ever the pragmatist, finds himself undeniably bored standing mid-ring and begins to exit ... making his way back to the locker rooms.

Sadistic, however, remains in the ring to get warmed up as his match is next!

****

Match Seven

Singles Match

Murdoc (North American ©) vs. Billy Sadistic

_{Referee: The Masked Referee}

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

BOOM!!

...the final pulse of bass explodes and the lights flash back on, a ripple of reaction from the crowd as they find Murdoc standing in the center of the charred blastmark on the mat! Murdoc remains absolutely motionless for a few extra seconds, the tension in the ring building as the PCW Faithful are reminded of the last time these men stood across the ring from one another - with Murdoc standing directly between Sadistic’s evil intentions and Eira! Turning to his immediate left, he goes to one of the far corners to remove his entrance robe to reveal the Pure Class Wrestling North American belt gleaming around his waist, handing both off to the ring attendant before standing ready for the match to begin.

The Masked Referee steps forward, delivering his instructions to both men, gaining himself no response from the looming Murdoc or the leering Sadistic. With a shrug he steps back, giving the signal - and there’s the bell!

Murdoc wastes absolutely NO time in pressing the attack, backing a stride into the ropes and using them to launch himself at Sadistic! Running forward he leaps into a powerful dropkick, Sadistic managing to dodge and deflect most of the impact, the men staggered apart from each other. As Sadistic pushes away from the turnbuckle, Murdoc is equally quick to gain his feet, back on the offensive, Sadistic seemingly content to let the larger man’s rage burn itself out with impulsive attacks. No sense in making more work for himself, right?

Of course, this requires the rage ever burning out.

Sadistic weathers the storm of heavy fists, giving it as good as he’s getting it, working his way back out of the corner Murdoc’s aggressive attacks have backed him into. 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 Sadistic manages to twist around and get Murdoc into a headlock! Murdoc struggles mightily, keeping Sadistic on the move in an effort to keep the hold secure. Keeping Sadistic on the move - and walking him straight towards the ropes! Through sheer power of greater mass (because, physics), Murdoc forces himself and Sadistic into a bounce off the ropes, using the rebound as momentum to slip out of Sadistic’s hold and shove him across the ring! Sadistic hits the ropes on the other side, bouncing off and sending himself BARRELING into Murdoc with a bullrush! The two men go down in a heap, Sadistic a bit quicker to disentangle himself and attempting to wrap Murdoc up in an optimistic pin, The Masked Referee moving in to make the count!

...1!

.. - NO!

Murdoc gets a shoulder up, all too quickly followed by the rest of his hulking frame surging up from the mat! Sadistic refuses to give an inch of free ground, and the match explodes into an all-out brawl, fists, knees, and elbows flying in a vicious melee, neither man seeming to gain a clear advantage. The give-and-take of absolute, raw damage continues, Murdoc breaking free and stepping away just far enough to level a big boot directly into Sadistic’s sternum! Sadistic drops like a sack of bricks, clutching at his chest and heaving for breath as Murdoc advances in an inexorable approach. Sadistic bursts up and out, unexpectedly firing himself at Murdoc, unleashing with his entire artillery of strikes! Chops, a few heavy right and left hands, even a couple of elbow strikes thrown into the mix while he keeps on the move, throwing in a knee to the ribs at every opening! 

White Murdoc is being steadily worked down towards the mat in an effort to protect his body, more and more shots are getting through the longer the siege continues! Sadistic senses his chance, and steps back to level a big boot straight at Murdoc’s chest - but Murdoc incredibly CATCHES the kick!! Sadistic has all of half a second to register the shift in circumstances, the camera focused in on the action catching a mouthed expletive just before Murdoc railroad spikes the side of Sadistic’s nearly hyper extended knee with a savage bionic elbow!! Sadistic falls back with a roar of pain, clutching the damaged leg, the punishment of the match finally beginning it’s toll as he struggles to get some kind of vertical base - or was he? Rolling under the bottom rope, Sadistic drops to the floor on his good leg, rummaging around under the ring - a steel chair making its appearance!

Never one to be hung up on the rules, Murdoc immediately follows suit, rummaging around under the ring despite the shouted warnings and protests of The Masked Referee. Sadistic slithers back into the ring and stands with the help of the ropes as a great splintering crunch of wood and metal crackling over the video feed; Murdoc tearing a length of chain from some part of the under-ring’s structure! Slipping back into the ring, Murdoc wraps the chain around his fist with obvious intent, Sadistic raising the chair in readiness as The Masked Referee yells further warnings of disqualification at both combatants! 

Striding forward Murdoc raises one heavy fist, Sadistic winding up with his chair, Murdoc swings and Sadistic - 

What!?

Sadistic drops the chair!! The chair clatters to the mat just as Murdoc fires off a vicious right hand directly into Sadistic’s jaw! The Masked Referee calls the bell as Murdoc stares down at Sadistic’s painfully stirring form in dawning realization, then at his own chain-wrapped fist.

WINNER: BILLY SADISTIC

As "Paint it Black" by the Rolling Stones begins to play over the PCW loudspeakers, Murdoc turns on a heel and leaves the ring, just the barest hint of disappointment in his frame as he collects his North American Championship belt and makes his way to the back. The crowd’s jeering intensifies as Sadistic remains in the ring, taking his time in recovering but with a sly grin on his face as we go to our last commercial of the evening!

****

[Murdoc]

Main Event

Non-Title Singles Match

‘The Asshole’ Whitey Ford (World ©) vs. ‘Mr. Showtime’ Michael Wryght

_{Referee: Eddie Lane}

"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 stalks around within the confines of the squared circle ... eagerly awaiting his shot at the reigning World Champion.

The southern style guitars of ‘Bad Man’ by Bobaflex plays over the PA system as strobelights and the PCWtron flash white light to the beat of the bass drum. When the music picks up a bit, Ford slowly walks out onto the stage, arms stretched out wide to embrace the hate rained down upon him. Taking great amusement at the crowds disposition, Whitey trades words and insults with the more vocal fans before rolling under the bottom rope.

Whitey climbs to the second turnbuckle and raises his championship belt high above his head with one arm, flashing a smug grin to the crowd before handing the belt over to the referee and taking his spot in his respective corner opposite Michael Wryght.

Eddie Lane checking both individuals for foreign objects ... he finds none and this bout is underway!

Whitey and Showtime each veterans of the Pure Class ring wars, they’re not too eager to charge recklessly into the opening moments of the match. Steady and sure, methodical. Getting ahead of ones’ self is the easiest way to end up facing the arena lights. The two men circling the ring with slight trepidation, it’s a collar-and-elbow tie up. Both men jockeying for position, neither man can get the upper hand and it isn’t long before the referee interjects himself to break the hold.

The two men testing each other out, it seems ... it’s another collar-and-elbow tie up. THIS time, Showtime is quick to slip to Whitey’s back in a waist lock. Whitey looking for a way out, he uses his left leg to sweep the left leg of Wryght! Wryght topples to the mat while Whitey maintains control of Showtime’s left leg. Pivoting on his heel, Whitey flips over Showtime and violently wrenches on the leg as he somersaults over. Incredible pressure and torque on the left knee, Showtime is obviously feeling some pain.

Not one to shy away from exploiting a weakness, Whitey moves in as Showtime pulls himself to his feet across the ring. Whitey going for a basement dropkick, Showtime hops up over Whitey instinctively and comes crashing down onto Whitey’s exposed chest with a heavy elbow drop. Whitey gasping for breath, Showtime throws several boots to Whitey’s chest and face.  It’ll be interesting to see how Showtime’s leg holds up over the course of the match.

Showtime dragging Whitey up, Whitey responds with a wild haymaker that rocks Showtime! Showtime staggering a bit, he lets loose with the first helping of chops for Whitey Ford! Whitey clutching at his chest, the stinging blows enough to stop him momentarily ... Showtime grabs Whitey by the wrist and forearm and with a heavy yank forces him across the ring! Whitey bouncing off of the ropes, Showtime goes for a clothesline but Whitey ducks right underneath it as he races to the opposite side of the ring. 

Whitey bouncing off of the ropes for some added momentum, Whitey ducks and Showtime hops into the air for a leap frog ... but Whitey stops before passing under Showtime and catches him by the waist and legs before driving him backfirst into the mat with a hellacious spinebuster! A rare miscalculation from Michael Wryght, he’s suffering for it as Whitey quickly attempts a pinfall!

1 ...

2 ...

... Showtime kicks out at two! 

Whitey Ford smiles and returns to his feet, grabbing hold of Showtime's wounded leg and dragging him towards the ropes.  Flipping him onto his stomach, Whitey hooks Showtime's legs with his own ... locking them in surfboard position.  The upper half of Wryght's body still in the ring, Whitey reaches in through the ropes and locks his fingers under Showtime's chin ... leaning back and making a beautiful surfboard hold with the ropes used as a fulcrum against the small of Showtime's back.  That pressure, along with the earlier targeting of Showtime's knee, is enough to make a normal competitor head back to the clubhouse.

Whitey knows that he only has a count of five before the hold must be broken, so he makes use of every millisecond available to him in order to inflict more pain on his opponent.  As the referee reaches five, Whitey releases his grip on Showtime's jawbone and lets Showtime crash face-first against the mat.  Whitey slides back and finds himself falling to the floor outside the ring.  Not a heavy bump, but it can't be too pleasant that's for sure.  

As Whitey stands and and dusts himself off, he smirks at the crowd as he watches Showtime start to slither away from the ropes.  It's been pretty one-sided thus far, but Showtime might have some tricks up his sleeve just yet.  As Whitey climbs onto the apron, he crouches down ... almost as if he's preparing to springboard in with some attack.  However, Showtime ... such a VETERAN in the ring and a master at timing, springs to life suddenly!  Kicking the ankles of Whitey at the right moment, Whitey stumbles off the apron and meets said apron with his face.

Whitey clutching at his jaw, he staggers around as Showtime is up and on his feet!  He's sizing the man up, taking aim ... THERE HE GOES!  Showtime springboards over the top rope, descending onto Whitey Ford with a beautiful plancha!  The impact leaving Whitey crumpled on the floor, Showtime remains on top of Whitey and lets the fists fly.  Heavy shots, POUNDING shots on Whitey's head.  He's already being counted out, who cares about disqualification right NOW?!

Showtime reaching the end of his count, he grabs Whitey and rolls him into the ring.  Following suit, Showtime rolls into the ring himself ... to find Whitey bouncing off the ropes.  Taking advantage of the split-second time delay, Whitey knows that he HAS to get back into the driver's seat.  Showtime ducking the clothesline, Whitey rebounds and lands the second clothesline .... right at the same time that Showtime lands a clothesline!

Both men crashing to the canvas, the referee begins to count both men out.

1 ...

2 ...

3 ...


Both men are beginning to stir.

4 ...

5...

6 ...

Suddenly, there is commotion.  But from where?!

Half of the audience is paying attention to the entrance where ... Grimm and Sadistic, the other two members of the Black Hand, are making their way to the ring.  The OTHER half of the audience is focused on the area directly behind the commentary table where ... Murdoc and Eira have appeared and are climbling over the barricade.

Both competitors in the ring having made it to their feet, the count is halted but the REAL focus is on the outside of the ring.  Murdoc and Eira standing on one side of the ring .... Grimm and Sadistic on the other ... Whitey Ford has no idea what to expect. Who are they here for? Are they here for each other? Does either side really give a damn about him? As he sizes up the situation, Showtime is quick to act and ... instead of attacking Whitey ... rushes the ropes and dives through straight at Murdoc and Eira!

Grimm and Sadistic choosing to step onto the apron, Whitey takes this as an act of aggression and rushes them. Letting the fists fly, Grimm and Sadistic attack Whitey Ford while Murdoc and Eira dismantle Showtime on the other side after having recovered from the suicide dive ... the referee has lost ALL control of this match and has no choice but to declare this one a ...

WINNER: NO CONTEST

Showtime breaking away from Murdoc and Eira, Whitey manages to shake Grimm and Sadistic and each side becomes neutral once again in order to avoid security and blah blah blah. No need to have a full on war JUST yet. Murdoc and Eira on the apron now, Whitey stands in the middle of the ring ... casting concerned glances to either side. Sandwiched between two inexorable forces ... what is next for the World Champ and PCW as a whole?!

-CLICK!-

_{T.K. Money def. Seth Archer via forfeit}

_{Tha Joka def. Cory Steel}

_{Gem def. Alexa Black}

_{Tyrone Smith def. Stacy Jones}

_{Nathan Saniti def. Andy D & Derek Cosmos}

_{Grimm def. Eira}

_{Sadistic def. Murdoc}

_{Michael Wryght vs. Whitey Ford ends in a no-contest}

_{Thanks to the fed as a whole for some real quality work this week. I want to take this moment to specifically thank Josh for stepping up and taking on some mule duties this week, as well as the rest of the mule team as well for being there when I really need the help. Things are shaping up nicely, and there’s a bit of shakeup in the works. Did you see the rumor about Patrick Gregory Brooks? Unreal! What’s gonna happen next? FIND OUT!}