Trauma 160 Results!

[Murdoc]

Welcome everyone to another OVER-THE-TOP edition of PCW Tuesday Night Trauma! The air is electric as we head inside the Pure Class Arena tonight. The biggest story unfolding is the rumor and subsequent confirmation that Patrick Gregory Brooks and his right-hand woman Isabella Alexis have RESIGNED THEIR POSTS! Who will replace them? Who’s steering the ship as we head into Trauma?! On top of that, there have been whispers that a new Number One contender will be named for Whitey Ford’s World Championship here tonight. The champ is in attendance, you can be sure he’ll have something to say about WHOEVER is appointed as the challenger! Plus the continuing rampage of The Black Hand AND the influx of new talent means only one thing: PURE CLASS ACTION! Let’s head to the ring for our first contest of the evening ...

Match One

4-on-2 Underground Handicapped Match

Loki & Kelli ‘Dollface’ Starr vs. Alexa Black, Cory ‘The Bear’ Steel, Tyrone ‘Crazy Boy’ Smith and Sapphire

_{Referee: Ty Little}

"Doctor"

"Patient"

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 continues, she makes her way down the ramp, giving high-fives, blowing kisses, dispensing hugs, and posing briefly for pictures with fans as she makes her energetic way to the ring! As she reaches the ring, she slips under the bottom rope and bounces around, pink sparks showering down from the ceiling as she darts from one corner to another and hops up on turnbuckles to fire the crowd as she waits for her the remaining competitors in the match.

"This is Gonna Hurt" begins to play as the arena goes dark and smoke begins to fill the stage. Multi-colored lasers strobe in time with the beat, revealing a silhouette in the smoke. As the music picks up an explosion rocks the stage, clearing the smoke and revealing Loki. Loki strides confidently down the ramp as the audience cheers, half way down the ramp he breaks into a sprint and slides under the bottom rope.

Once in the ring, Loki springs to his feet and runs at the back rope. Bouncing off the rope, Loki comes back to the front, with his arms raised, crossed at the wrist. Pyros launch in sequence from the turnbuckles as Loki holds the pose. As the music dies down, Loki retreats to the corner and waits.

Loki and Starr look at one another, recognizing that they will have their work cut out for them tonight.

The crowd looks to the entrance way as 'Down With The Sickness' By Disturbed roars out and they know who is coming out from backstage and they start booing loudly almost drowning out the music. Alexa Black steps through the curtain flanked by Fraizer Knight ... her face lit up with a wicked smile.  She walks slowly down the ramp as the boos intensifies as the PCW faithful don't hold back their hatred of this evil woman.

They mock the crowd and bad-mouth fans on they way using various profanity which has to be bleeped out. They see a kid at ringside and rip up his sign with a laugh.

As they continue to walk down to the ring as the crowd grows louder and louder so even the announcers can't get a word in over the booing. They reach the Knight go up the steps and Alexa climbs up on the ring apron ... entering the ring and the crowd starts throwing rubbish at them. Food and cups of beer fly in from all directions but neither of them care.

The music fades out as Fraizer Knight leaves the ring and stands at ringside. Alexa stays in the ring waiting.

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.

As "Hello Kitty" 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 waits.

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, instead of coming through the entrance way, Cory Steel walks down through the crowd. He stops in front of an empty seat in the front row. He then smiles, pulls a ticket out of his pocket and sits down. Apparently he isn’t going to compete in this match.

All five competitors in the ring look on in confusion and anger. Cory Steel orders a bag of popcorn from a vendor.

The referee takes a moment and then calls for the bell, starting the match.

It starts off with Alexa Black facing off against Kelli Starr. Kelli goes for a lock up, but Alexa kicks her right in the midsection. She then drives her elbow into the back of Starr’s head. Black then grabs her and drops her down to the mat with a DDT. She then pulls Kelli Starr up and throws her through the ropes to the outside.

Sapphire and Crazy Boy immediately take advantage as they drop off of the apron and pouch on Kelli Starr. The two competitors unload on Starr with a series of stomps. Suddenly, Tyrone Smith pulls her up and throws her hard, shoulder-first into the steel steps. Loki has seen enough. He runs into the ring and tries to get to his partner, but Alexa Black stops him with a clothesline. She then pulls Loki to his feet. Loki explodes with a right hand. Alexa returns the favour. The two start to unload on one another with punches.

Meanwhile, Sapphire pulls Kelli Starr up on the outside. She slams her head first into the barrier at ringside. Crazy Boy follows up that attack with a hard chair shot to Starr’s back. She crumbles to the floor.

Inside the ring, Loki Irish whips Alexa into the corner. He then charges at her, but Alexa Black dodges out of the way and Loki hits the turnbuckle hard. Black then slams him into the turnbuckle head first. She pulls him out of the corner, but he suddenly grabs her and hits her with a back suplex! Loki then pulls her up and sets her up for a suplex. However, he’s cracked in the back with a chair shot from Crazy Boy.

Cory Steel remains in the crowd, leaning back in his chair. He throws a piece of popcorn into the air and catches it in his mouth. He smiles.

Sapphire pulls Kelli Starr up and again attempts to slam her face-first into the barricade. This time, however, Kelli Starr blocks the move. She throws her elbow back, hitting Sapphire in the stomach. Kelli Starr now breaks free, grabs Sapphire and hits her with a reverse Russian leg sweep. Starr pulls Sapphire to her feet and sets her up.... but she’s taken down by a clothesline from behind as Alexa Black strikes her in the back. The numbers once again catch up to the team of Starr and Loki. Black and Sapphire begin to punish Starr on the outside with a series of unrelenting stomps.

Inside the ring, Loki has been beaten down with several chair shots from Crazy Boy. Tyrone Smith pulls the battered Loki to his feet, only to drop him back down to the ring with a one armed DDT. Crazy Boy now pulls Loki towards the ropes and positions him so that his head is outside the ring while the rest of his body is inside.

Crazy Boy leaves the ring now. He charges at Loki, driving his elbow directly into Loki’s throat!

On the other side of the ring, Alexa Black pulls Kelli Starr up. Sapphire swings at Starr, who ducks. This causes Sapphire to hit Black, giving Kelli her opening. She grabs Sapphire, spins her around and hits her with a strong throat strike. Black regains her bearings and she runs at Starr. Kelli Starr hits her with a drop toehold! Sapphire is back on her feet, but Starr takes her down with a spear! Now Kelli Starr grabs Sapphire and gives her a taste of her own medicine, but slamming her face-first into the ringside barrier. Kelli Starr turns around and she’s hit with a Facebreaker kick from Alexa Black!

Crazy Boy is back in the ring and he’s unloading on Loki with a series of stomps. Alexa Black tosses Kelli Starr into the ring now, and Smith turns his attention to this opponent. He hits her with a leg drop to the back of the head. Alexa Black returns to the ring and she pulls Kelli Starr to her feet. She lifts her up and drops her down to the mat with a swinging side slam.

Sapphire is back in now and she approaches Loki, who is just starting to get to his feet. She kicks him right in the head with a shining wizard! All three competitors now turn their attention to Kelli Starr. Crazy Boy climbs to the top ropes while Sapphire and Black hold Starr down. Before Crazy Boy can leap off of the ropes, however, Starr begins to fight her opponents off. She struggles, trying to get to her feet. Crazy Boy is about to come down from the top turnbuckle when Loki dives and hits the ropes, knocking Crazy Boy off of the ropes and down to the floor!

Kelli Starr breaks free and she starts to get to her feet. Alexa Black grabs her, but Loki finds the steel chair from earlier and he cracks it across Alexa’s back! He then throws her out of the ring and follows. Meanwhile, Kelli and Sapphire come face-to-face. Suddenly, Kelli spins and hits Sapphire with a brutal spinning backfist: The Candygram!

Loki keeps Tyrone Smith and Alexa Black busy on the outside while Kelli Starr goes for the cover... and she gets the three count!

Winner(s): Kelli Starr and Loki

As the sharks smell weakened prey in the waters, Starr and Loki enact the wisest course of action and promptly beat feet, hightailing it towards the back to avoid any sort of after match shenanigans. Smart move, that. There's no telling how these Underground monsters may react. Speaking of reactions, the look on Cory Steel's face at ringside is one of absolute enjoyment! Laughing all the while at his current target, Alexa is eyeballing him from the ring ... a visage of pure hatred on her face. Cory reaching over the barricade to grab a microphone from the timekeeper's position, he taps it once or twice to make sure it's turned on before speaking.

‘Ouch. Helluva loss there, girly. Maybe if you spent more time training and LESS time coming up with wild stories to impress people.'

Cory smirks at the quip before nodding. ‘That's right, I said STORIES. As in, lies. Lies, Alexa. My favorite lie was the one from a few weeks back. Remember that? Big to-do at a press conference, you got jumped in the back by a BANDIT. I kid you not, they said bandit. Did you get jacked up by Robin Hood you look-at-me b***h? You didn't fight with some mugger. You didn't fend off a robbery. No. You got your ass handed to you and I have the proof. Wanna know how I know?'

‘BECAUSE I WAS THE ONE WHO DID IT!'

The crowd oooh's and ahhhh's at the revelation. Cory smiles and points at Alexa fiercely. ‘You lied to everyone so you would look AWESOME, where you really just got victimized. Need more proof? LET'S WATCH THE TAPE.' The PCWTron lights up with a backstage security camera, Alexa Black leaving the arena at the August 2nd edition of Trauma, Fraizer Knight in tow. Duffel bag slung over her shoulder, she looks determined as she walks in to get ready for her match. Fraizer pumping her up as he walks a step behind, a loud bang is heard from off-camera ... a sudden blur and Fraizer Knight is down! Laid low by Cory Steel and pipe wrench in hand!

Alexa drops her bag in order to attack but that split-second is enough to cost her to chance and down she goes! Cory standing over the fallen bodies on the screen, he yells out over the crowd who is wincing at the savage attack. Alexa is slowly moving towards the outside of the ring to face off with Cory Steel in the front row. The official from the last match is desperately trying to regain order but is nearly useless. ‘You don't mess with me! Understand?! You thought it was cute to cause me grief last week? Sister, you ain't seen NOTHING yet! I'm going MAUL you. They're gonna send you back to those loony-tunes you know so well up in Broughton!’

The official still between the two, Alexa has had enough! In one fell swoop, Alexa grabs him and headbutts him in the face sending him crumpling to the floor. The price one pays for doing their job. Horrible timing with the management vacuum and all that.

Cory goes to throw a punch but before he can let fly ... FLASH! ....

"He is Here!"

His arm is caught from behind ... a ridiculously HUGE man stalling the strike!

Othello Craven rushes the ringside area and the giant fracas that has broken out but the big man cuts him off with a HUGE backhand ... sending him down to the floor where he joins the referee. Fraizer Knight appears from the OTHER side is waiting and grabs him dragging him to the announce table

This leaves Cory alone with this monster of a man in the ring. Alexa smiles. "Corey I warned you that the end was coming and now it is here. Meet my other bodyguard. The final member of the Trio Of Terror.. The Black Beast Samson Cage!"

Cory Steel grappling with the newly minted Samson Cage, Alexa is able to slink off to the side in the confusion and purloin a steel chair ... which she promptly uses to brain The Bear. Dragging him over the barricade, the pair hurl the slow-moving Steel into the ring as Alexa follows suit ... waiting for Cory to regain his footing before blasting him with another vicious chair shot!

Alexa, Sampson and Fraizer Knight stand over the body of Cory Steel ... their arms raised in triumph.

This may very well be a NEW nightmare for PCW with Alexa and her two monstrous cohorts on the loose!

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Match Two

Underground Singles Match

Metalhead vs. T.K. Money

Referee: The Masked Official

T.K. Money emerges from the crowd wearing a gray hoodie, and mirror finished aviators. He hops over the rail/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, and waits for his opponent who does NOT disappoint.

‘For Whom The Bell Tolls’ by Metallica begins to filter into the arena. The lights go out as bells ring.

Out walks Metalhead with the familiar Devil Horns displayed proudly in the air ... head banging all the way down. Reminiscent of a certain long-lost PCW alumni. The crowd goes nuts as he makes his way down the ramp. Maybe for him in his debut, maybe for the heart-pumping song choice. Who knows? As he pounds his chest fiercely, Metalhead breaks into a spring and slides into the ring under the bottom rope. As he stands fully in the ring, Metalhead throws up the devil horns as a salute to the crowd!

The bell rings. Metalhead immediately runs at T.K. Money. He flies at him with reckless abandon, throwing his body forward and taking T.K. Money down to the mat. Metalhead then starts to unload with a series of right and left forearms to the face. T.K, who was taken by surprised by the onslaught, tries to cover up.

Metalhead pulls money up and throws him into the corner. He then charges at T.K., connecting with a clothesline in the corner. He then follows up with a bulldog down to the mat. Metalhead goes for a cover, but T.K. kicks out right around two.

Metalhead stands up and he starts to unload on Money with a series of stomps. T.K. takes the punishment for a while, but then rolls out of the ring to catch his breath. Metalhead runs off of the ropes and slides under them, hitting his opponent with a baseball slide! T.K. Money is sent flying into the ringside barrier from the move. Metalhead leaves the ring and pulls T.K. up. T.K. breaks free of his opponent’s grip. He sets him up and drops Metalhead down to the floor with a snapmare. Money then jumps up and he drop kicks his opponent right in the face. T.K. Money then pulls Metalhead up and rolls him back into the ring.

T.K. climbs to the top turnbuckle. As Metalhead stands up, Money leaps off of the ropes and he catches his opponent in a hurricanrana! He then rolls through into a pinning combination! Metalhead kicks out at two.

T.K. pulls him up now. Metalhead suddenly drops T.K. with a strong right hand. Metalhead then drops an elbow and he starts to deliver a series of strong rights and lefts to T.K’s face. Finally, Metalhead pulls him up and he throws his opponent into the corner once again. Metalhead charges, but this time T.K. gets his feet up and he kicks Metalhead right in the face. Money quickly leaps up to the top rope and he comes flying off of the ropes with a missile dropkick!

T.K. goes for the cover and he gets a two-count.

T.K. pulls Metalhead up once again. He takes him down again with a suplex. T.K. then hits a leg drop. He pulls his opponent up, but this time Metalhead explodes on his with a series of punches to the midsection. T.K. is backed up against the ropes by the assault. Metalhead charges at him and hits him with a clothesline! Both men go over the top rope and down to the outside!

Metalhead gets to his feet first. He pulls T.K. up and slams him head first into the ring apron. He then rolls Money back into the ring. Metalhead follows him in. Money has gotten to his feet by the time Metalhead enters the ring. As Metalhead approaches him, he receives a kick to the midsection. He’s then dropped down to the mat with an Impact DDT! T.K. Money now runs and leaps off of the ropes, hitting Metalhead with a springboard moonsault! He then pulls Metalhead up and drops him with the Devil's Dues! T.K. Money goes for a cover... and he gets a three-count!

Winner: T.K. Money

"Monopoly" by Tantric plays. However, it doesn’t last long as the song and T.K. Money’s victory celebration are both cut off by the words of Michael Solomon.

“Very impressive... but only because you haven’t seen me in the ring yet. My name is Michael Solomon and I am now here in PCW. I’m coming here not just to play games... I’m coming here to dominate. You two both probably think that you’re good in the ring. You probably think that you’re talented competitors. But you haven’t seen anything yet. Trust me.”

With that, the arena goes dark and "Shout at the Devil" hits as Michael Solomon exits the arena.

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Match Three

Singles Match

Gem (Queen of the Underground) vs. Tha Joka

_{Referee: Charles Lim}

“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.

"Witchcraft" by Amira Yamaoka begins to play.

Gem remains stoic, doesn't acknowledge anyone, cool as an assassin as she walks down to the ring. No frills, no extra nonsense. Just a woman looking to do what she does best: kick teeth in.

The bell rings and the two competitors meet in the center of the ring.

Gem quickly kicks Joka in the stomach, doubling him over. She then runs the ropes. Joka stands up, and Gem hits him with a powerful running clothesline! The force sends Joka falling out of the ring, between the ropes, and to the matting on the outside! The crowd cheers at the quick start to this competitive match!

Gem climbs out onto the apron and waits for Joka to pull himself up. Joka, shaken up, uses the ringside barrier to haul himself up. Gem dives off the ring apron and catches Joka with an elbow drop to the back of the neck. His legs give way Joka slumps down across the barrier. Gem grabs Joka and slams him head-first onto the barrier. Joka falls to the floor.

Gem now approaches Joka, but tha Joka quickly throws a right hand into her stomach. Gem is winded momentarily as Joka hits another punch. Joka starts to stand back up but he's dropped down to the floor as Gem hits him with a spin kick. Gem backs Joka against the apron and she unleashes a series of chops to his chest. She then grabs him, sets him up and sends him down to the floor with a suplex.

Gem now pulls Joka up and she throws him into the ring. As Gem enters the ring Joka is staggering to his feet. Gem approaches him but Tha Joka hits her with a punch to the midsection. Joka now quickly stands up, grabs Gem and hits her with an exploder suplex! Joka pulls Gem up and backs her into the corner. Joka then takes a few steps back and he charges at Gem, hitting her with a spear!

Joka pulls Gem up to her feet and sends her crashing into the ring with a German suplex. He follows that move up with a double leg slam! Joka goes for a cover, but Gem kicks out at two!

Joka reaches down to pull Gem up once more. Gem quickly strikes him in the throat. She then stands up and hits him right in the side of the head with a stiff roundhouse kick. Joka is down on the mat. Gem looks down at him for a moment. She quickly bounces back off the nearby ropes, and hits Joka with a drop kick to the face just as he is standing up. Joka collapses to the mat.

Gem gets to her feet. She pulls Joka up, but suddenly he drops her with a Lou Thez press! He then starts to unload on Gem with a series of rights and lefts!

Joka picks Gem off the mat and whips her into the ropes. As she bounces off and comes back, he sets his body. When she gets to him, he immediately connects with a huge spinebuster!

Both competitors stay down on the mat for a second, the competitive match taking a lot out of them. Joka slowly rolls towards the ropes and he pulls himself up, using the ropes for assistance. Gem now slowly gets to her feet. As she does, Joka runs at her with a big boot! Gem dodges it! She then quickly grabs him, sets him up and delivers What Dreams May Come!

Gem with a cover... and she gets three!

Winner: Gem

Gem has her arm raised in victory after a hard-fought match. Joka slowly gets to his feet as well as Trauma heads to a commercial break.

[Murdoc]

Match Four

Singles Match

Sadistic vs. Derek Cosmos

Referee: Tyrone Little, Jr.

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. 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 to await his opponent.

As the opening to the Rolling Stones "Paint it Black" twangs over the speakers, the Phenom strolls out from the back; slowly and deliberately. His nasty grin tells you that something bad is about to happen, and he knows what it is. The fans definitely don't like him, and his mannerisms clearly illustrate that the feeling is mutual. After walking down the aisle, Sadistic casually rolls into the ring and climbs up onto the second turnbuckle. His arms at his sides and his chin held high only incite the PCW Faithful further.

Derek Cosmos sashays around the ring one more time to schmooze with the crowd, then lunges forward without warning into a heedless strike! Sadistic meets him head on, the two men locking up in the center of the ring, a few stray blows traded while each fights to gain the upper hand. A quick break in the action and then straight back to it, Sadistic twisting Cosmos up into a standing hammer lock! A brief struggle and Cosmos reverses it! Wrenching his opponent’s arm up and back, he uses the leverage to shove Sadistic away, the Prodigal Brother of Hangtown stumbling backwards towards the ropes. Cosmos follows Sadistic across to press his advantage barreling into him to send both men straight into the ropes!

Into - and through!?

BOTH Sadistic and Cosmos go tumbling through the ropes, landing ringside in a heap! Cosmos kips up, fixing his hair with a sweep of one hand and flashing a “You totally didn’t see that.” grin at the crowd, taking a few steps forward to flirt with a particularly attractive fan. Leaning in, he waggles his eyebrows suggestively, the fans shrieking and pointing as Sadistic looms up behind Cosmos like a monster rising from the mire. Derek freezes, the camera pans in as Derek’s smile becomes pasted in place, a thumb going over his shoulder as he asks the fan “He’s right behind me, isn’t he?”
Just as two huge hands clamp down on his shoulders!

Sadistic twists in place, flinging Cosmos back into the ring with an impressive show of strength - the fact that a few appendages are battered against the edge of the apron along the way is purely coincidental, of course. Cosmos rolls towards the center of the ring as Sadistic reenters the ring, but Cosmos keeps rolling through through to the other side! Derek tumbles under the bottom rope to ringside once more, Sadistic hot on his trail as Cosmos staggers to his feet and begins to run around the ring! The less-ginger half of The Dillinger Brothers pursues Derek Cosmos (the latter prancing with much tossing of fabulous hair and flashing of gleaming teeth) around the ring! The crowd explodes into reaction as a never-before-heard music begins to make it’s rollicking way out of the PCW loudspeakers: a jaunty sound tech has taken it upon themselves to broadcast the Benny Hill theme song! After enduring an entire circuit and a half of the undignified nonsense, Sadistic comes to a halt, staring daggers under the bottom rope across the ring at Cosmos busily showboating to the crowd. Taking off like a shot, he pauses just long enough to grab a piece of the metal stair setup - hurling it at Derek’s fleeing form!

*CRASH*

The chunk of metal rigging hits its mark, Derek Cosmos going down in a tumble of tanned skin and fancy pants, Little Jr. leaning over the top rope to shout warnings at Sadistic, the lanky man shrugging it off and climbing back into the ring. A somewhat-less-effervescent Derek Cosmos scrambles back into the ring as Ty’s 10-count reaches 8, both men back where they belong. A (somewhat the worse for wear) cheesy grin on his face, Cosmos rushes at Sadistic - only to be met with a Big Boot straight to the chest! Cosmos goes flying, knocked back several feet and slamming down onto the mat with a resounding slap of flesh on canvas. Sadistic advances with an ominously unhurried slowness, reaching Cosmos only to be greeted with a burst of flurried kicks and strikes as Derek surges up from the mat, coming out swinging!

Derek may have regained his feet, but Sadistic is quicker to keep the momentum going. No sooner does Cosmos gain his ground than Sadistic unleashes a duo of flying forearms before a spectacular hurricanrana that throws Derek into the far corner! Without a second wasted, Sadistic rushes at Cosmos and grabs his head, running up the corner and twisting - but Cosmos keeps a vertical base and reverses, launching Sadistic into the corner, upside down, with a vicious northern lights suplex! Cosmos moves in to capitalize, Sadistic uncoiling like a striking snake to take Derek down with a savage spear-like attack!

Derek goes down hard, Sadistic straddling Cosmos’ chest and raining mounted punches down, Cosmos’ forearms up to deflect as much of the damage as he can, but it’s clear he’s fading fast. Sadistic jumps up, leaving Cosmos to roll onto his side in pain as Billy runs to the ropes, rebounding off and leaping over the prone Derek on his way across, bouncing across the opposite ropes and using the built up momentum to drop a brutal, completely gratuitous elbow drop to Derek’s skull! Wasting absolutely no more time with the shenanigans of The Galactic Warrior, Sadistic hooks a leg for a pin attempt:

...1!

...2!

...3!

Winner: Billy Sadistic via Pinfall

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Match Five

Non-Title Singles Match

Grimm (International ©) vs. Nathan Saniti

_{Referee: Joseph Buckland}

Psychedelic lights of green and purple brighten the ramp and walkway, signaling the start of our next match. “White Rabbit” by Collide begins as 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. Despite the fact that the PCW Faithful are cheering for him, he barely notices the audience reaction. About a third of the way down the ramp, he stops as smoke billows out from underneath him. Just as it envelops him completely, he tosses his hat into the ring, where it hovers and begins to spew smoke of its own. As the smoke on the ramp clears, Saniti has disappeared. When the smoke from his hat clears, Nathan has been magically transported into the center of the ring. Try seeing it live, folks; it's completely unreal!

When you’re dreaming, you feel alive.

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

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

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

An interesting match up, this one. Nearly even in size, patience, and hair color. The referee checks Phinehas for international objects before turning his attention to the Mad One. Starting with Saniti's footwear, he slowly works his way up the strange ensemble; a handful of fans consider hitting the concession stands really quick. His trademark top hat is stationed safely in his corner of the ring. Two minutes later and Bucky Joe still isn't certain he's checked every last crook and nanny, but the Faithful are getting impatient and the inactivity is surely doing a number on the ratings. The show must go on!

Both men meet in the center of the ring and Saniti offers a guarded handshake. Grimm obliges – he might haunt the dreams of young children, but he's not a complete bastard! A collar-and-elbow tie up, and Nathan quickly experiments by digging his thumb behind the Lord of Misrule's clavicle. Saniti drives him back into the corner and pops him with a right-left combo under the chin before whipping him into the opposite corner. Saniti follows directly behind step for step and nearly takes Grimm's head off with a wild clothesline! The fans react as Grimm slouches against the turnbuckles. Pulling the Crooked Man out of the corner with a handful of fiery beard, he lifts him into the air for a vertical suplex, but can't quite decide where to drop him...so he deposits him not-so-gingerly across the top rope! Grimm is hung over the top rope like a piece of laundry as Saniti hits the ropes before booting Grimm in the side of the head! Phinehas falls to the mat and Saniti makes the cover.

1...2...kickout! Not yet, Nathan Saniti!

Grimm slowly makes his way to his feet as Saniti thoughtfully contemplates his next course of action. Decidedly, he grabs Phinehas by the head and begins jarring it back and forth. Shaken Baby Syndrome!!! Except Grimm doesn't like getting his brain rattled, so he powers his head from Saniti's grasp and smashes him in the mouth with a spectacular headbutt. Sword of Heimdall!!! With the magician stunned, Grimm applies a nasty claw hold to his temples. Saniti struggles to break free as the crowd rallies behind him. Referee Buckland checks for a submission, but “Nay!” says Nathan. One elbow. Two elbows. And the third elbow breaks the hold. Saniti backs Grimm into the ropes for an Irish whip, but the Horror reverses. Phinehas bends down for a back body drop, but Nathan telegraphs it and catches him with a kick to the chops! Phinehas is snapped upright...but he glares at the magician with those cool blue eyes, unfazed. Saniti is caught off guard when Grimm catches him with a thrust kick to the chest that stuffs him through the ropes onto the ring apron!

The Faithful are really starting to “OOH” and “AH” with each momentum shift. Grimm goes after his opponent, but Nathan jacks him with a rising haymaker with such force that Grimm is spun back into the middle of the ring, his flailing elbow inadvertently catching Bucky Joe in the side of the head! Referee down! With cat-like agility, Saniti springs to the top rope and launches with a missile dropkick. Direct hit! Saniti quickly makes the cover, but there's no referee. He decides to make the count himself as the fans count along. 1...2...3! But it's all for naught. Looking to finish off the Crooked Man, Saniti yards him off the mat and gets him into backslide position. Backflipping into the air for the Unreality Check, Saniti resembles a Jack in the box...but Grimm's scouting report does him well as he simply drops to the mat while Saniti is still upside down in the air!!! Nathan lands awkwardly on his head and neck. Grimm doesn't care.

Knowing full well that the referee is still unawares, he doesn't even both with the cover. Instead, he strolls over to the magician's top hat and reaches inside. As he goes to retrieve whatever it is he's grabbed a hold of, something has grabbed hold of Grimm! Phinehas tugs, then he's tugged back towards the hat! Placing his foot on the hat with a bit of determination, he pulls with all his might...and falls back onto his rear holding a fine tea kettle. Unamused, Grimm turns on his opponent and – take some more tea Nathan Saniti! He drills him in the back of the head with the fine kettle! Kicking the kettle out of the ring, Grimm makes the cover as Bucky Joe tries to shake the cobwebs loose.

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

NO! Saniti – SOMEHOW! - shoots the shoulder up at the last instant! The fans erupt. Disgusted with the referee, Grimm grabs Saniti and shoves him into the corner! Referee Buckland crawls to the opposite corner, his head still jarred from the earlier blow. Grimm climbs to the second turnbuckle and starts to lay in some stiff punches to the head of Saniti. One...two...three...four...five...whoa! Saniti slips out from under Grimm. Reaching down into his top hat, he pulls out...a fish?! Holding the slippery son of a gun by the tail, he rears back just as Grimm twists around to look and BLAM!!! A twenty pound fish – I think it's a large mouth bass – to the face! Grimm is knocked from the turnbuckles over the top rope and onto the ring apron. Saniti looses his grip and the fish goes flying into the crowd! Enjoy your souvenir! Or dinner.

Dragging Grimm back into the ring, it looks like he's on the verge of putting him away with the Unreality Check. Not one to see his brother get pummeled by an ocean fish, Billy Sadistic dives into the ring and goes after Saniti! The fans crap all over this. Vocally, of course. Saniti fights back valiantly, but the numbers are too much. After a clubbing beatdown, the Dillinger boys look to finish him off. Sadistic retrieves a chair from ringside...and could it be time for some Snap, Crackle, Pop?! (T-Shirt coming soon.) Sadistic gently fits the chair around Nathan's neck...and the PCW Faithful erupt!!!

Kelli Starr hits the ring like a Warhead! Grimm looks to cut her off, but Starr hits a spear! The crowd loves it! Bucky Joe eventually gets his head right and realizes what's taking place in HIS ring. He's left with no choice but to call for the bell.

Winner: ???

But the fun doesn't stop. Sadistic takes notice of Kelli's appearance (food?) and moves in for the kill with an axe handle to the back. He drags her to he corner by her hair, teeth bared, presumably for a quick snack. Not so fast, Phenom! Kelli Starr connects with a knee to the groin that crosses Sadistic's eyes. Grimm is back up, but not for long. Saniti from the side with a running clothesline that deposits Grimm over the top rope to the outside! Now it's Sadistic who finds himself on the light side of the scale. He's bounced back and forth between Saniti and Starr with a barrage of punches! An elbow from Saniti stuns the Horror just enough for Starr to devastate him with the Candygram! The momentum carries the Phenom through the ropes where he tumbles to the outside of the ring. The fans are on their feet shouting as Psychedelica has forcefully removed the Hangtown Horrors from the ring! No love lost between these two teams. William and Phinehas regroup on the outside as Trauma heads to commercial.

[Murdoc]

We’re back from commercial break and we’re treated to an empty ring.

Scheduled for our next contest between Murdoc and Justin Michaels, we get instead ...

“Cold as Ice” by M.O.P. The crowd absolutely erupts at this, but could it mean .... ?

YES! 

The rumors are true and there he is, standing tall on the stage with two people in tow. ‘Big’ Dave Brandt, head of Pure Class security along with ‘Double D’ Dominic D’Angelo. He looks IMPECCABLE in a dark blue three-piece suit, black shirt underneath. The crowd erupts at the sudden appearance of 'The Icemann’ Luis Malave ... the PCW Universe now under the full heavy gaze of the BOSS. He beckons for the crowd to get louder and louder as he makes his way to the ring.

The seldom-seen boss hits the ring with his security detail flanking him closely. The crowd’s cheers don’t die for several minutes before Malave has had enough and asks them to quieten down.

‘Damn it feels good to be out here in front of you all. …Almost makes me want to lace the boots back up and crack some skulls.’

The crowd pops at the thought of Malave getting back into the ring for One More Match, but let’s be realistic: Malave, a 50 time World Champion, has literally nothing left to prove to ANYONE.

“But as good as it feels to be out here, we have a show to put on for you guys. The reason I’m here today is to address the news that broke out recently about Patrick Gregory Brooks and Isabella Alexis. It is true that Mr. Brooks and Ms. Alexis have parted ways with Pure Class Wrestling to return to a life of politics. And while I can’t say that I’m happy with their choice, I can say that I respect it and understand it.”

The crowd starts a chant of ‘Thank-You-Pat-Rick’, to which the owner responds with a steady clap behind it. Encouraging the appreciation, he waits until the chant naturally dies out as the crowd’s curiosity gets the better of them.

“So where does that leave PCW? Well, I’ll tell you! Pure Class Wrestling HAS found a more than suitable replacement. Unfortunately, due to ongoing negotiations, we are unable to announce the new PCW President until our next pay-per-view event - Return to Glory 5. But if I tell you that we’ve found our man, you can be sure we’ve found our man.”

The crowd pops heavy for the announcement. Icemann, why do you have to drag things out ALL THE TIME . And hey. Wasn’t there supposed to be an announcement about the number one contender? You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you? AREN‘T YOU?!

“I hope everyone’s been having a good time tonight, so without any further ado ... let’s get back to the action, shall we?”

Damn you, Malave. DAMN YOU!

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Match Six

Non-Title Singles Match

Murdoc (North American ©) vs. Justin ‘Stormm’ Michaels

_{Referee: Eric Russo}

We’re back from commercial break and it’s time for our second to last contest of the evening!

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 before hopping up onto the apron and climbing through the ropes, motioning to the crowd once more.

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

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

The 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 ring! 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.

Russo steps forward to give his brief instructions, the lack of animosity between Murdoc and his opponent Stormm almost unusual after the recent weeks of conflict between the North American Champion and The Black Hand. No love lost between the two men standing in the ring at this very moment, perhaps, but none of the palpable tension Murdoc’s most recent matches have been characterized by. Stormm looking a bit grimmer than usual, resolve writ clear on his face - he wants his North American Championship shot. Russo signals for the bell, stepping back to a safe(r) distance - and the match begins!

Stormm streaks across the ring on the immediate offensive, Murdoc - giving ground? Stormm blasts into an attack with a series of rapid fire, unpredictably assorted strikes knocking the larger man off balance just enough to gain some leverage. Murdoc’s unsettling patience seems to snap as he lays a heavy right hand into Stormm, but Justin manages to capitalize! Grabbing othe extended arm, he uses it to whip Murdoc into the ropes! Stormm charges forward to meet Murdoc fresh off the rebound, lowering his shoulder for a spear - but ducks his head a split second too early! Murdoc halts in place and anchors, not so much attacking as letting Stormm run chest first into his massive boot! Stormm staggers back and drops to a knee, looking up to see Murdoc slowly advancing, the smaller competitor scrambling for a bit of distance before surging up from the mat! Stormm meets the approaching Murdoc with a savage roundhouse kick - that Murdoc dodges! Stormm lays in another few kicks, Murdoc bending this way and that to avoid (wait, Murdoc is avoiding them?) before finally nailing one to the head, dropping Murdoc to the mat before rolling him up into a pinning predicament!

...1!

.. - no!

Murdoc gets a shoulder up just before the 2-count, Stormm nimbly hopping away as the masked giant gains a slower vertical base, the tall man remaining standing in the center of the ring. The camera pans around, zeroing in on Stormm’s face - and he looks almost confused. But not for long! Stormm again on an emphatic offensive, he lets loose with a flurry of strikes and knees, Murdoc blocking and dodging what he can, taking the hits where he can’t. The crowd’s noises are an odd blend of cheers and boos as it becomes clear that Murdoc is... “off” tonight. The frustration on Stormm’s face deepening even as Murdoc allows several opportunities for brutal retaliation go flying by, biding his time as Stormm steadily works him into a corner - what!?

Stormm goes SAILING across the ring as Murdoc explodes from his corner, Justin slamming back first into the opposite turnbuckle and dropping to his hands and knees with Murdoc quick to follow up. Grabbing Stormm by the head, he lifts the smaller man to his feet, one heavy fist cocked back at the ready - but Murdoc pauses!?

Well hell, no sense standing on ceremony, right?

Stormm snaps his leg around, driving a nasty heel shot directly into the back of Murdoc’s left knee, dropping the larger man to the mat! Capitalizing on the situation, Stormm is on Murdoc like lightning, laying in with heavy mounted punches as Stormm tries to keep the pressure on. Having dealt sufficient damage to, Stormm gets to his feet, dragging Murdoc up with him in an impressive show of strength. Shoving him back into the ropes, Stormm uses them as a slingshot and sends Murdoc flying across the ring! He waits for his opponent to rebound before hitting a running back elbow that sends Murdoc straight towards the mat again - but no! Murdoc ERUPTS from the canvas and connects with a horrifying spear that almost cuts Stormm clean in half! The crowd surges into a mixture of cheers and shouts as Stormm crashes to the mat, doubled over on his side, in obvious pain. With unbelievable resilience, Stormm scrambles to his feet, staring up in utter loathing at the disturbingly calm Murdoc. Without warning, Stormm rushes forward on the attack, correctly anticipating Murdoc’s avoidance tactics to drop his opponent with a Russian leg sweep! Wasting no time at all, Stormm wraps Murdoc in tight for another pin attempt:

...1!

...2!

...

...3!

Winner: Stormm via Pinfall

Stormm releases Murdoc immediately and backs up a few paces as Murdoc rises to his feet. A light trembling begins in the large man’s frame, Decyfer Down's "Crash" beginning to sound out over the PCW loudspeakers as Stormm leaves in disgust. The camera zooms in on Murdoc’s shaking form, the metal-muffled sounds emanating from behind the huge man’s mask akin to chuckling heard from behind the gates of Hell itself. Undone by his own attempts to keep his temper in check to prevent another match ending like it had with Sadistic, Murdoc stands alone in the center of the ring, consumed with dark amusement as we go to ...

****

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Main Event

Singles Match

‘Mr. Showtime’ Michael Wryght vs. Andy D

_{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 ... like a trapper waiting for his unsupecting prey.

But can you really call his opponent unsuspecting? I wouldn’t.

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 and we’re underway!

Andy, always the ball of pure energy, proceeds to race at Showtime with a sliding basement dropkick to the lower legs. Showtime, in rebuttal, hops over Andy and turns to face him as Andy rises quickly to his feet. The key to this matchup seems to be dictating the pace. Both men have their own distinct styles and BOTH must surely want to control the rhythm. It’s an important thing to keep in mind; it could very well be the deciding factor here tonight. Andy will want to keep everything fast. Fast, fast, fast. Showtime, on the other hand, will need to control with a less-blitzy offense ... keep the pace slower so that Andy can’t out-quick him and is forced to out-wrestle him.

Both men are more than capable in the ring, but in this match it’s all about timing. Who’s plan will pan out? Showtime keeping Andy slowed or Andy completely bypassing the size advantage of Wryght? So far, Wryght is able to side-step Andy but can he continue? Showtime rushing to lock up with Andy, he snatches up Andy’s neck in a side-headlock. Wrenching tightly, Andy slips out and shoves Showtime off into the ropes. A rebound and Andy leapfrogs over Showtime with grace.

Showtime bouncing a second time, Andy goes to drop prone on the mat but Showtime offers his own sliding dropkick and manages to catch Andy dead square in the ribs before he hits the mat. Andy caught completely unawares, his midsection was exposed the entire time and it bit him. Clever prognostication by Mr. Showtime. Andy D wriggling in pain on the mat, Showtime sidles up next to him and reaches across Andy’s prone body ... holding the opposite side and driving a vicious knee into the ribs.

Andy tries to cover up with his right arm, but the impact of the knee just crashes into the elbow joint instead of the ribs. He’s avoiding the impact to a wounded area by offering up another area to be wounded. Will Showtime change his gameplan to adapt to Andy’s defense or will he continue to target the ribs and look to set up that patented Spotlight? The arm doesn’t really offer much in the way of taking away Andy’s main weapons ... but the RIBS do all SORTS of collateral damage up to and INCLUDING affecting breathing and mobility on the whole.

Showtime backing away, seeing that his knees aren’t getting though Andy’s shield of an arm at the moment. Andy’s arm held close to his ribs, the entire upper right side of Andy looking to be in serious condition. Showtime, ever the wily ring general, can smell the blood in the water and moves in for the attack but Andy responds to a dashing clothesline with a duck followed by a free-legged enzugiri! Showtime is rocked as he staggers back a few steps. Andy’s lightning quick feet charging up, we’ll see how the weakened ribs are faring in the next few telling moments.

As Showtime staggers back towards the ropes, Andy takes off and ... in a sudden shift of direction ... avoids frontal impact and instead take a sharp right, leaping onto and then OFF OF the middle rope. Bouncing back, Andy catches Showtime flush on the chin with a springboard dropkick that sends Showtime tumbling to the outside. Andy staring down at the fallen member of the Black Hand, he knows that the ball is in HIS court and he needs to make every second count.

Showtime opening and closing his jaw to check whether or not he may have broken it, he manages to see the shadow of Andy D getting closer and closer to him from above. A beautiful plancha by Andy D and ... nothing. Showtime manages to step back enough to cause Andy to hit the floor right in front of him, crashing and burning at the exact wrong time. Showtime clearing the cobwebs enough to realize the fortune afforded him, he grabs Andy under the arms ... helping him up enough to roll him into the ring.

A split-second later, Showtime is on top for the cover.

1!

2!

NO! Andy gets the left shoulder up at two, breaking the pinfall and keeping the match alive. Showtime moving away from Andy, he’s finishing the reboot process and is in full-on attack mode as he pursues the recovering Andy. Grabbing a fist full of hair, Showtime drags Andy to his feet and lands a beautiful short-armed clothesline. A second one. On the third trip, Showtime brings Andy in and BAM! Beautiful spinning European Uppercut delivered first class to one Mr. D. Andy drops to the mat, free from Showtime’s grip and free from the tether that was holding him up.

A drop to his knees and Showtime goes for the second cover attempt.

1!

2-no!

Andy with the kickout at two. Andy fighting with every fiber of his being, the crowd seems to be getting behind the impressive show of determination ... cheering the young man on. Showtime ignores the growing swell of support for Andy, dragging him to his feet and peppering Andy with lefts and rights. Andy covering up as best he can as he slowly makes his way into the corner. Drawing himself into a tight, close-quarters combat situation may not be the wisest course of action, but Andy manages to sucker Showtime into the corner and ... in a flash, REVERSAL! Andy D is on the outside after having slipped under a tad-too-wide haymaker, laying into Showtime with knees and chops that have him withering under the barrage of strikes. Showtime forced into a seated position, Andy D backs out of the corner with a new vigor ... stalking ... waiting for Showtime to leave the comforts of his corner of the ring. He’s hungry, ready to Unleash the Dragon!

Before he can lash out, however, a commotion can be heard from the crowd. The cause is undetermined until a familiar face or two make their presence known. Billy Sadistic and Phinehas Grimm! Nooooooooo don’t ruin this budding classic of a match! Too late. Sadistic and Grimm enter the ring on opposite sides of Andy, Showtime being the third pillar surrounding Andy in a triangle formation. There is no escape for Andy ... will he fight for his life or will he flee for it?

It seems like the choice is made for him as a cheer is thrown to the heavens from the crowd as Psychedelica come racing down the ramp to the ring! The Black Hand only having scant seconds to act, Nathan Saniti and Kelli Starr hit the ring as The Black Hand converge on Andy D and ...

BOOM!

All the lights are killed for just a split-second, just long enough to confuse everyone ... none moreso than Kelli and Nathan as they stand in an empty ring. Neither hide nor hair of the Black Hand OR of Andy. The only remnant of the four is a single playing card in the center of the ring ... plain with a smudged Black Hand and the familiar Latin phrase ‘Nex Addo’ on the face. The crowd is in a state of shock, unable to comprehend the circumstances as we go to our last commercial break of the evening!

Winner: No Contest

[Murdoc]

We’re back from our last commercial break and we’re treated to the World Champion, Whitey Ford, standing front and center for everyone to gaze upon in wonder. If you thought the main event was the end of the show, think again! The Champ Is Here (don’t shoot me for that reference) and has a look of mild annoyance on his face. Title belt slung over his shoulder, microphone in hand ... and a grievance to air, it seems.

‘Shut up. I have the mic, this is MY spot on the show. The big ending segment. Time to listen to Daddy.’ Whitey smirks and drops his World Championship on the mat in a symbolic gesture and turns towards the entrance ramp. ‘I know you’re back there, you white-haired and yellow-bellied b***h. I’m tired of you nipping at my heels, I want you out here NOW so we can finish this. Then we can all go back to reality where you‘re still just some Goth-Club reject. You don’t even have to worry about the makeup; it’s just gonna smear when I slap the d**k out of your mouth.’

Whitey drops the microphone with a violent scratch of feedback. He’s begging, literally almost BEGGING for Eira to come out so they can hash out their bad blood once and for all. He doesn’t have long to wait as 'Dystopic’ by Position Audio plays over the P.A. system. A few long seconds and ... nothing. No Eira to be found. Just the music.

Until she appears on the screen.

Face larger than life, she’s smiling wide as her music lowers to background noise. ‘Oh sweetie. You look positively FLUSTERED. What’s the problem, have a particularly nasty case of Whiskey D**k last night?’ She chuckles heartily, a round of titters from the audience abruptly quieted by a Whitey Ford ass-kicking glance. ‘I’m sorry. That was rude of me. Anyways, as you can see, I’m not actually IN the building tonight. Taking a bit of a personal break. You know, I’ve been doing some thinking.’

Big surprise there, Whitey mouths to the screen. ‘I’ve been all up in your business for the past, what, several months? You beat Andy D to take my title, congrats THERE. You kept me from winning it back with a little help from your little manservant, so there’s THAT. And you know? I got to thinking, it’d be unfair to take the number one contender spot AGAIN. I mean, sure. I beat Michael Wryght who was gunning for it. I went toe-to-toe with Grimm to prove myself a worthy competitor. But right now, I just ... I have BIGGER things to worry about it seems. Things that take precedence over you. And what can I say? People might get tired of seeing me beat you up again only to have you weasel your way into keeping the championship. I know what’s good for business. I also know what’s good for RATINGS.'

‘I have a little present for you, you pickle-livered f**k. All the alcohol in your system is probably still pretty flammable I’d say ... ‘

BOOM!!!!

'Let's burn it out of you.'

With that, ‘Fiend’ by Coal Chamber plays over the P.A system and ... coming out to a slight throwback in entrance music is the newly minted number one contender ... MURDOC! Whitey as defiant as ever, Murdoc stalks onto the stage. Eyes fixated on the belt in the ring and the World Champ, he points at the World Champion with pure malice in his eyes ... probably a wicked smirk on his face. Murdoc is cashing in his title shot at Return to Glory and he’s calling out Whitey Ford for the World Championship! Oh dear god, the next few weeks are going to be ROUGH.

Who’s steering the ship? The Black Hand along with Murdoc as number one contender signals Dark Days ahead! Things are beginning to boil but we’re out of time for this edition of Trauma. Tune in next week to catch the fallout!

-CLICK-

<sub>Loki & Kelli Starr def. Alexa Black/Cory Steel/Tyrone Smith/Sapphire; Starr pins Sapphire
T.K. Money def. Metalhead
Gem def. Tha Joka
Sadistic def. Derek Cosmos
Grimm vs. Nathan Saniti is ruled a no-contest
Justin Michaels def. Murdoc
Michael Wryght vs. Andy D is ruled a no-contest

Business is starting to pick up, ladies and gentlemen. Some nice feuds beginning to pan out, what’s gonna happen next? Thank you Sadistic, Eira and Rick Majors as always for your help with mule duties. I couldn’t do it without you. Thank you as well to the rest of the roster; I wouldn’t HAVE to or WANT to do it if it wasn’t for youse guys. Card will go up sometime tomorrow in the afternoon, so keep an eye out. That’s about it, start brainstorming!</sub>