Trauma 161 Results!

[Murdoc]

Another sold out show at PCW arena, with this episode of Trauma coming fresh off the heels of a stellar Return to Glory V pay per view. The fans in attendance are on their feet already, and the anticipation is slowly starting to rise. Who will be the first out? The new PCW President? Maybe Justin Stormm, the newly crowned North American Champion? Or will it be Whitey Ford, the man who pulled off the biggest upset of the night?

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

BOOM!!

...the final pulse of bass explodes and the lights flash back on to find Murdoc standing in the middle of the ring. The fans go nuts, but something is awry. Coming out the back of Murdoc's metal mask is long blonde hair, he's noticeably shorter...and carrying the PCW World Heavyweight Championship over his shoulder. As the cheers die down, the audience watches as this imposter drops the title from his shoulder and slowly removes the mask...

Whitey Ford.

"Bad Man" by Bobaflex quickly replaces Audiomachine, and the fans turn their excitement into jeers as Whitey just laughs in the ring, looking like the most haggard practical joker of all time. Ford retrieves his title and leaps up onto the second turnbuckle, holding it high for the World to see. A stage hand rolls in a microphone for him, and Ford retrieves it, waiting a few moments for his music to die out. As always, it takes him longer to wait for the crowd to stop booing.

"You know, I feel as if 'I told you so' just wouldn't express how I feel right now." Ford looks down at the title in his hands, and slings it over his shoulder once more. He then reaches to grab the replica Murdoc mask from the canvas, and holds it near the title. "Right now, I bet the entire world thought that Murdoc would be the World Champion and I'd be out here, demanding a rematch or claiming some sort of tomfoolery. I bet you all thought I'd be destroyed at the hands of the Prophet, that I'd probably wither away into obscurity now that my tremendous rise to the top was halted by the one man who could get the job done. Sounds just like a movie, doesn't it?"

Ford surveys the crowd, narrowing his eyes and nodding in agreement with himself. "Yeah, one of those movies with a dark, brooding hero who is probably an evil prick himself, but there's an even EVIL-ER prick causing harm to the land; raping, pillaging, sacking towns and evading the law like a boss. So the lesser bad guy turns into an anti-hero, so to speak, and topples the reign of terror that the BIGGER bad guy has started." Ford laughs then, and raises the mask high above his head. "Life is NOT like the movies, and THIS is what I do to hero's." Whitey lets the mask fall to the mat once more.

"I am not some mere tyrant who can be beaten with good intentions, even by the worst kind of people. Wishing that I wasn't the World Champ and making empty promises won't do a damned thing, either. Murdoc, as well as the new President Frank Foley, found that out firsthand. Murdoc should have just taken that win that I GAVE him, because I was tired of watching him believe had had a snowballs chance in hell. That low blow was a charity case!"

The fans show their disapproval with a chorus of boos. Whitey shrugs his shoulders indifferently. "Say what you want, Murdoc HAS beaten me before. He should have known I don't play nice, and if his defense isn't good enough to stop a punch to the dangly parts then he's not World Champion material." Ford smiles, sarcastic and matter-of-factly. "But, back to the point, he should have been happy with the win and he could have died happy...but no!" Whitey points aggressively towards the backstage area.

"Frank Foley had to stick his big fucking nose into my business and restarted the match! Yet again, you all thought I was going lose now that it was a no DQ match. What you don't understand..." Ford taps his temple with an index finger. "...maybe that's just what I wanted? I wanted to prove a point...that Murdoc is just a man, and I am a veritable GOD in this ring! I kicked his head straight into a steel chair, covered him, and got a three count after the match was restarted without breaking the rules...the rules that Frank Foley enacted himself! One...two...three!"

Whitey laughs again, and walks towards the ropes that face the entrance ramp. "You really fucked that up, didn't ya Foley? Don't take me for a fool or it'll be the last thing you ever do. You were made President for one sole purpose; to dethrone me as World Champion, the face of Pure Class Wrestling, in any way possible. Murdoc was PCW's best chance, and when you saw me walking away with this very title you decided to try and make the match to my disadvantage. Instead, you only helped me shatter the hopes of the thousands watching at home by getting a clean win over the fuckin' Prophet!"

"Do you fans here in attendance want to know a secret? I'm not competing tonight! No rematch from Return to Glory, no new contender, no squash match...NOTHING! I even asked to compete, not to prove anything YET AGAIN but because I feel like getting blood on my hands. Know what their answer was? THEY...CAN'T...AFFORD...ME! I'm the biggest draw this company has had. People line up to see my matches, hoping that some underdog will rise from the ranks and take me down. Every week, they leave disappointed but come back for the next show with high hopes, yet again. With all the revenue I'm giving the PCW, they still can't afford to sign a check every Trauma to get me to show up."

Whitey moves back to the center of the ring, and places a mocking hand over his heart. "Hear me now, PCW Faithful. I don't fucking like you, this I swear." Another big negative reaction from the fans. "But I will say this; I will fight anyone, anywhere, anytime that the President wants me to. My warning to him, and a warning he should follow if he cares about keeping his job...is that it'll take each and every member of the Pure Class Wrestling roster to take me down!"

Whitey removes his hand from his chest as "Bad Man" by Bobaflex strikes up again. With one last sidewards glance at the camera, he steps through the ropes and heads to the back, ignoring the jeering fans.

****

Match One

Singles Match

Stacy Jones vs. Alexa Black

_{Referee: The Masked Official}

“Starstrukk” by 3OH!3 and 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 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.

Drowning deep in my sea of loathing

Broken your servant I kneel

(Will you give in to me?)

It seems what's left of my human side

Is slowly changing in me

(Will you give in to me?)

Looking at my own reflection

When suddenly it changes

Violently it changes (oh no)

There is no turning back now

You've woken up the demon in me;

Alexa Black steps through the curtain flanked by Fraizer Knight and Samson Cage her face lit up with a wicked smile. She walks slowly down the ramp as the booing 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. 

Get up, come on get down with the sickness [x3]

Open up your hate, and let it flow into me

Get up, come on get down with the sickness

You mother get up come on get down with the sickness

You fucker get up come on get down with the sickness

Madness is the gift, that has been given to me

I can see inside you, the sickness is rising

Don't try to deny what you feel

(Will you give in to me?)

It seems that all that was good has died

And is decaying in me

(Will you give in to me?)

They reach the ring Knight and Cage go up the steps and Alexa climbs up on the ring apron. Entering the ring, 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 and Samson Cage leave the ring and stand at ringside. Alexa stands tall in the ring, waiting for the match to start.

Alexa Black and Stacy Jones immediately take the center of the ring, with Black lunging for a tie-up right away but the more methodical Jones ducking under her arms and circling around. Stacy lands a leg kick, but her ring rust is showing through just a bit as she connects with the knee of Black instead of the thigh and Alexa sees her opponent wince for just a split second. Rocketing forward, Alexa bullies Stacy into the corner, but only for a moment. After a kick to the midsection, Alexa irish whips Stacy into the opposite corner, following up with a big clothesline that leaves her reeling...just long enough to be picked up in a picture perfect military press! Black holds the returning Stacy Jones above her head for an impressive amount of time before dropping her stomach first on the ropes. Alexa raises her arms up in a premature victory gesture...

...and Jones rises up with a big rising uppercut that staggers the overconfident Alexa Black! A left hook followed by a knee to the midsection now has Black reeling, and one more left hook sends her leaning against the ropes. Jones pulls her back towards the center of the ring, and hits a high angle dropkick before dropping down for a pin.

1...

A one count is all she registered before Black kicks out, holding her jaw in pain but with a small smile on her face, finding she just may have underestimated the returning Stacy Jones. The latter takes advantage of her opponents lack of focus by hitting the ropes and coming back with a dropkick to the face of her seated opponent! Jones hits her feet and capitalizes on her moment with a very quick standing moonsault!

1...2...

A kickout by Black again, but with authority as Stacy is nearly launched off of her opponent. Jones hits the ropes one more time, looking for another dropkick/plancha combination possibly, but as she leaps into the air Black rises and catches her thighs on her shoulders...bringing Jones down in a big powerbomb reversal! 

The fans are in shock as Alexa laughs, but she doesn't go for the cover. Instead, she drags Jones to a standing position and hits the ropes herself, attempting what appears to be a Facebreaker...but Jones ducks at the last second! Her comeback is short lived, though, as Black hits a big back elbow that staggers Stacy, who is promptly brought down again by a clothesline.

Alexa Black kneels down and delivers right hand after right hand to the downed Stacy Jones, until the referee breaks it up with a threat of disqualification. Black relents, but pulls Jones up by her hair and tosses her opponent across the ring. Stacy tries to get back to her feet, but the powerful strikes of Black keep raining down, in the form of elbows to the back and knees to the midsection. Alexa is apparently trying to slow down Stacy by doing damage to her ribs and slowing her cardio down.

While Alexa is just coming off a brutal match with Corey Steel at Return to Glory V, it seems the ring rust is really showing with Stacy Jones. Black hits one more big knee to the stomach before planting Jones with a spinebuster. Black is apparently done playing games and pulls Jones up by her hair once more, lifting her up forcefully onto her shoulders for a devastating Black Widow -but Jones shows signs of life! Elbow after elbow to the top of Alexa's head cause her to drop Jones to the canvas. The returning PCW fires off a series of leg kicks, followed by a superkick attempt that is blocked, as Alexa grabs her foot in mid strike. As Black throws her foot backwards though in an attempt to put Stacy on her back again, Jones rolls through and lands on her feet!

Black charges, starting to get frustrated at losing her momentum, but is caught with a drop toe hold that sends her face first into the second turnbuckle! Black falls backwards, in a perfect position for a 450 splash and Stacy Jones sees the opportunity! She scales the ropes, albeit slowly, and signals to the cheering crowd for the end! She somersaults forward in mid-air...

BUT ALEXA BLACK ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY!

...yet Stacy Jones still lands on her feet, just a bit further than where Alexa Black is laying in wait! Jones saw through the 'playing possum' scheme and completed the somersault...not long before she whipped her body around and delivered the most brutal and unexpected shining wizard seen this year! Black is trying to will herself towards the ropes, sensing danger...but Stacy is quick to drag her to the middle of the ring and apply the Last Embrace! Black holds on for as long as she possibly can...she's about to tap, hand raised above the canvas...

...but she holds on! Black is inching towards the ropes now, attempting to reach them any way possible. However, before she can even get close Jones releases the hold and delivers several hard elbows to the back of Alexa Blacks head before dragging her to the center of the ring again and reapplying the hold! Black has no choice but to tap out, with lack of other options.

...1!

...2!

...3!

Winner: Stacy Jones via Submission

Stacy Jones exits the ring area to the sound of her entrance music and the massed cheers from the crowd, while Alexa Black hangs back with her cronies, shrieking incoherent insults and pounding the mat with her fists. She rounds on The Masked Referee who makes a tactical retreat as her two monstrous guards help restrain her from further mayhem.

****

Match Two

Singles Match

Xander Bishop vs. Tyrone 'Crazy Boy' Smith

_{Referee: Ty Little}

The lights dim simultaneously on out in the Pure Class Wrestling arena as it plunges into darkness as "Smooth" by Santana Ft. Rob Thomas begins to blare on out of the PA announce system across the arena as it does "Green, "White", and "Red" colored pyros explode surrounding the Pure Class Wrestling tron, as if on cue, out of nowhere Xander Bishop whom otherwise is known as "Mexico's Greatest Export" appears on the stage and can be seen swinging around to face the fans. 

As he does the fans of Pure Class Wrestling can be heard cheering various shouts of "Marry Me Xander" from female fans can be hears along with chants of "BISHOP RULES" can be heard as he stands in the center of the stage looking out into the darkness that surrounds around him. As he does various images of Bishop flash across the Pure Class Wrestling tron screen.

Bishop slowly walks down the entrance ramp, as he does he stands in the center of the isle as a white piercing light comes shinning down upon him and illuminating his figure which can be seen being illuminating under the light as he stands in the entrance isle as he continues looking out into the darkness that surrounds him for a few seconds more. 

As Bishop does he can be seen wearing a sleeveless black self-promotional t-shirt which can be seen being lit up under the white light, Xander soaks in the cheers, and chants from the fans. His eyes burn with intensity and hatred the more closer he gets to the ring as he thinks more and more about his opponent, his body pounding with adrenaline with blood lust on his mind as he makes his way down to the ring.

Bishop slowly walks on down the isle slapping the hands of the nearby fans, once at ringside Xander walks around to the steel steps and slowly walks on up, before entering the ring finally. Once inside the ring Bishop climbs the nearest turnbuckle and throws out his arms as he continues to soak in the cheers, and love from the fans at ringside and those that can be heard throughout the arena being shown toward him as he waits for his opponent to come on out from behind the black curtain to do battle.

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 bell to ring.

The bell rings and we’re underway!

The two men face one another in the center of the ring. Crazy Boy quickly knees Bishop in the chest! Bishop doubles over. Smith now drives the point of his elbow into Bishop's spine. Bishop drops to his knees. Smith hits Bishop with a knee lift to the face, knocking him backwards and down to the mat. Crazy Boy drops an elbow now. He pulls Bishop up and connects with an uppercut, sending the challenger reeling. Smith now grabs Bishop and sends him down to the mat with a one armed DDT!

Crazy Boy goes for a quick cover:

1....

2...

Kickout! 

Smith pulls Bishop up to his feet once again. He backs him into the corner now. Crazy Boy with a big boot to Bishop's face! Bishop's slumped down in the corner now. Smith drives his knee into Bishop's chest. Crazy Boy Irish whips Xander Bishop across the ring and he hits the opposite turnbuckle hard. Smith runs at him and hits him with a big jumping heel kick to the face.

Smith with another cover. Bishop kicks out once again. Crazy Boy pulls him up again. He now sets him up and delivers a Russian leg sweep! Another cover and another two count.

Crazy Boy once again pulls Xander Bishop to his feet. He whips him into the corner again. Smith now charges at Bishop, who gets his feet up, kicking Tyrone in the face!

Xander now jumps up to the second rope. He now leaps off of the ropes with a flying forearm! It connects, sending Smith down to the mat! Bishop stands up. He pulls Smith up and sets him up for a suplex, but Crazy Boy counters and he drops Xander to the mat with a suplex of his own!

Bishop slowly gets to his feet, but Crazy Boy clotheslines him back down to the mat! Crazy Boy now climbs to the top ropes and he leaps off with a frog splash! It connects! Tyrone Smith with the cover and..... a very near fall! 

Crazy Boy gets to his feet. He turns around as Bishop is standing up. Bishop leaps at him! Smith leaps up and hits him with a missile drop kick! Smith now pulls Bishop to his feet. He sets him up for a suplex. Bishop blocks it. Smith tries again. Again Bishop blocks it. Bishop now with a suplex of his own! Crazy Boy shifts his weight and he drops down behind Xander! 

Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith now grabs Xander Bishop around the waist! He attempts a German suplex, but Bishop blocks it! Bishop breaks free, spins behind Smith, and attempts a German suplex of his own! Smith blocks that one and he again reverses positions with Bishop! Smith now lifts Bishop up and he hits him with Crazy Airlines!

Crazy Boy now is on his feet! As Xander staggers to his feet Crazy Boy connects with a dropkick!

Crazy Boy with a cover!

1....

2....

Crazy Boy now pulls Xander up. He sets him up and delivers the Crazy Slam! He then goes for the cover.

1....

2....

3!!!!

Winner: Tyrone “Crazy Boy” Smith!

A very DOMINANT performance by a true Pure Class veteran, Tyrone Smith ... and maybe the shot in the arm that he needs to push to even higher levels! But for now, let’s take our first commercial break of the evening!

[Murdoc]

The camera feed fades in on a cold opening of Tuesday Night Trauma. As it pans up the front side of a desk, a name plate comes into view for the newly named President of Pure Class Wrestling, Mr. Frank Foley. The executive's chair is about face, with no signs of anyone even sitting in the chair as Frank's office is dead silent.

"Excuse me, you can't go in there!"

A voice from outside the office calls out before the door is forcefully opened by someone ignoring the man who is apparently being paid to guard the door, but not doing a very good job of it. The first sign of life from the new President comes in the form of a squeak from his chair as the man situated himself, but kept the back of the chair to the door.

"This won't take long!"

A familiar voice boomed at the security guard as the man entered the office uninvited. The camera started to pan out from the tight shot on Mr. Foley's name plate, but before it could get a glimpse of the whole office, everyone got the answer they were looking for as the North American title belt was set down over the top of Frank's name plate, and a new name plate took over the focal point of the scene.

The fans and the arena could be heard cheering as the camera finally panned out enough to see The Force of Nature, looking all business, as the PCW Faithful have, in the past, come to know him for. Clad in suit and tie, instead of the more casual jeans and t-shirt that everyone had been used to seeing Stormm in over the last couple of years, his face had no hints of anything other than seriousness.

"Don't turn around, don't get up, and don’t say anything. I don't need to look at you, I'm not going to shake your hand, and I'm not looking for a conversation!"

Some could argue Justin's words were rather harsh towards the man on his first night on Trauma, but for those who knew the history before Stormm and the previous Presidents of the company, it was hard to argue his tone.

"I'm not looking for friends, and I'm certainly not looking for more enemies, so I'll keep this short and to the point. Pure Class Wrestling hasn't had a President that wasn't biased, corrupted, or way out of their element since I got hired here almost nine years ago. I'm not here to get you to go back on the words of either of the past two Presidents that some may 'stuck' me in the position I'm in now, on the contrary, I'm all for where I'm at."

The Force of Nature paused a moment, and tapped his right hand onto his North American title belt. The sound of skin meeting metal was enough to get his point across to the man who still had his back turned to Stormm.

"I just wanted to come here to tell you that we aren't looking for another President that can't pull the trigger, who can't make decisions, and doesn't have the balls to make matches, find ways to make contenders, or push his champions when necessary. I'm here to tell you, from my point of view, I don't want to be sitting around the next two months with my thumb up my ass waiting for you to tell me who I'm facing at Deadly Intentions!"

A huge roar comes from those in attendance as Stormm makes his intentions as a fighting champ known.

"If you want to be sitting in that chair this time next year, you should think about ways of putting on a better show than the guys before you have. As a champion, hoping to add to the prestige of the title I'm holding, IF and when someone takes it from me, don't make us..."

Not taking his eyes off the back of the executive’s chair, Justin points directly into the camera that's pointed at him.

"...don't make THEM, wait until the last possible moment to find out who the next challenger is!"

Picking his title off of Frank's desk, Justin draped it over his right shoulder, grabbing just below the center medallion with his right hand. He took a few steps backward, still with his gaze firmly on the back of Mr. Foley's chair, almost as if he were staring at the new President through his chair.

"One last thing."

The chair began to spin around, but the camera kept its focus on Stormm as he continued to walk backwards towards the door.

"Welcome to Trauma!"

****

Match Three

Singles Match

Cory 'The Bear' Steel vs Mike 'Metalhead' Manson

Referee: Nigel Gale

The lights in the arena go out as the bells of “For Whom the Bell Tolls” start to ring

Out walks Metalhead with devil horns in air, head banging as the crowd go nuts. He makes his way to entrance ramp.

The arena turns red and black with the crowd growing into cheers, the bells of the song ring, and "Heaven Knows" by The Pretty Reckless plays! Cory Steel emerges from the back a calm and focused look on his face. Cory pauses looking over his shoulder when Othello Craven walks out. The two men continue down the ramp when from through the crowd three masked men crawl over the barricades, they fall in line behind Cory.

As Cory walks down the ramp he smirks and he looks left then right seeing the crowd clapping to the rhythm of the song and the growing chants of his name. He rolls under the bottom rope quickly getting to his feet and goes straight to his corner. Taking a hair tie from his pocket he pulls his hair back and then remains still. The rest of his bodyguards take a watchful stand in Cory's corner.

The two men lock up. Steel grabs Metalhead and he throws him into the corner! Steel now charges at Metalhead and he hits him with a clothesline! Steel grabs Manson and he sets him up for a DDT. Metalhead elbows Steel in the stomach. He then hits Steel with an elbow to the back of the head. He grabs Steel and sets him up, but Cory Steel quickly breaks free. Steel drops Manson down to the mat with a clothesline. He then pulls him up, only to send him back down to the mat with a big boot to the face.

Cory Steel pulls Metalhead up by the arm. He grabs on Manson’s arm and he starts unloading on him with a series of kicks to the ribs! Cory Steel now drops an elbow on Manson’s arm. He now pulls Metalhead to his feet by his arm and wrenches it.

Cory Steel smashes his elbow into Manson’s arm once again and he kicks Manson in the ribs. He now elbows Metalhead in the head. Manson falls to his knees, and Steel hits him with a big kick to the head!

Cory Steel now drops an elbow. He now pulls Manson up. He sets Metalhead up for a piledriver, but Manson hits him with a back bodydrop! Manson now turns and he drops an elbow of his own on Cory Steel. Manson now stands up and he Irish whips Cory Steel into the ropes.

As Metalhead comes back, Steel hits him with a big boot to the face! The Bear rushes over and leaps at Metalhead with a spear! Cory "The Bear" Steel now pulls Metalhead up and she hits him with a DDT! The Bear now Irish whips Metalhead into the corner. As he staggers out of the corner, Steel hits Manson with a big spinebuster!

Steel now pulls Metalhead into the middle of the ring. He grabs him and hits him with a belly-to-back powerslam! Steel now goes for the cover:

1……

2……

Kickout!

Suddenly, there’s commotion in the entrance way as Alexa Black, Fraizer Knight and Samson Cage make their way to ringside. They stand outside the ring and begin to heckle and taunt Cory Steel. Steel looks at them briefly and then he pulls Metalhead up to his feet.

Steel blocks a punch, and hits Metalhead with a punch of his own! Steel now whips Metalhead off of the ropes. He then kicks him in the chest. Steel now grabs Metalhead, sets him up and delivers Trouble in the East! He looks over at Alexa Black, pulls Manson up again and drops him with Killbane!

Black and her squad continue to taunt Cory Steel. Steel responds by pulls Manson up and delivering a vicious Steel Hands to him, knocking him down to the mat. Cory Steel isn’t done however. He pulls Metalhead up and drops him three times with The Sickest Kill I!

He then goes for a cover and easily gets the three count. Outside the ring, Black, Knight and Cage look on for a moment longer before leaving the ringside area nonchalantly.

Cory Steel celebrates inside the ring.

Winner: Cory “The Bear” Steel

As Cory revels in his truly dominant victory, he gestures confidently to the entrance way and the retreating Trio of Terror as we go to a brief teaser for the Deadly Intentions PPV.

****

Match Four

Singles Match

Derek Cosmos vs Michael Soloman

_{Referee: Charles Lim}

This next match, officiated by Charles Lim, will pit the Agent Assassin against the Galactic Bounty Hunter. The arena goes dark, signaling the arrival of the first combatant. “Shout at the Devil” by Motley Crue blasts over the speakers and as the guitar riff hits, a spotlight picks up Michael Solomon standing on the stage with his back to the PCW Faithful. Solomon spins around, taking in the mixed reaction from the fans as he makes his way down the ramp. The music slowly fades out as Soloman takes his corner and awaits his opponent.

Probably the greatest song you've ever heard, “Galactic” by New Nobility, rips throughout the Pure Class Arena and smoke begins to fill the entrance area. A cosmic laser show starts up and thirty seconds later Derek Cosmos saunters out through the smoke. What a handsome son of a bitch. Wearing a light-brite bedazzled jacket and a smirk, he makes his way to the ring, through the ropes, and up onto the second turnbuckle with his arms raised. The ladies like him. Hopping down from the ropes, he takes off his sweet jacket and casually tosses it in Solo Man's face!

Sparks are about to fly, so Charles Lim calls for the bell and gets out of the way. Infuriated, Soloman hurls the blinking jacket out of the ring and charges Cosmos! Like a deer in the headlights, Derek just stands there...but is able to duck an angry clothesline at the last second. Soloman spins around and Cosmos slaps him right across the face! The crowd lets out a collective gasp at the utter show of disrespect. For his part, Cosmos seems quite proud of himself. Michael isn't impressed and he lunges after the galactic bounty hunter. Cosmos slithers away and bails to the outside. Guess what happen next?

Soloman gives chase! Derek speeds around the ring and Soloman is in hot pursuit. The fans are waiting eagerly. And there it is! The Benny Hill theme starts up and the fans burst into laughter. Cosmos dives back into the ring. Soloman takes a few seconds to calm himself as Cosmos has clearly gotten under his skin in the early goings. Climbing up onto the ring apron, Soloman slowly steps back into the squared circle. Both men circle before closing in for a tie up...but Soloman catches Cosmos with a knee to the bread basket! Cosmos is doubled over and Soloman goes to work. Michael follows up a pair of clubs across the back with a suplex right into a pin attempt, but is only able to secure a two-count.

Soloman is all offense. The agent assassin connects with a flying elbow, a powerslam, and a DDT, but is only able to score a nearfall after each. Cosmos is a hurting galactic unit as Soloman pours on the punishment. Soloman with the Irish whip, but Cosmos, the handsome devil, reverses. No, Soloman reverses the reversal! And now Cosmos counters! The string of Irish whip counters resembles some sort of demented do-si-do before Cosmos is inadvertently launched into referee Charles Lim! Lim goes down and Cosmos is knocked silly. Sensing a golden opportunity, Soloman moves in for the kill...but Cosmos pulls down the top rope sending Michael crashing to the outside! Cosmos takes a celebratory bow before climbing to the outside. A particularly large-chested woman at ringside catches Derek's attention and he approaches her. Leaning in, he points to his cheek with a grin on his face. Put on the spot, the brunette blushes and sheepishly gives Cosmos a peck on the cheeking, causing a roar of applause from the PCW Faithful!

Looking back at Soloman on the ground, he casually tips backwards like a falling tree with a Million Dollar fist drop...but nobody home! Soloman rolls out of the way and Cosmos crashes to the ground. Fishing around under the ring apron, the agent assassin produces a steel chair and goes after Cosmos! Soloman tries to bring the chair down on Derek, but he nimbly rolls out of the way. Soloman swings again...and again...but Cosmos somehow manages to dodge the attacks. Derek rolls to his feet at the corner of the ring and Soloman swings for the fences and connects...with the ring post! The impact jars Soloman's hands and Derek nonchalantly pokes him in the eyeball!

“C'mon, Solo Man,” yells Cosmos, causing the first three rows to join in mocking Soloman accordingly. Still grasping the chair, Soloman holds it by the backrest and jabs it at Cosmos. One of the chair's feet catches Cosmos right in the eye causing him to screech in pain! The fans begin to boo Soloman, but he doesn't give a damn. He lays in one...two...three stiff chairshots across the back of Cosmos. Derek clutches his eye with one hand and his back with the other, but Michael wastes no time in rolling him back into the ring. Soloman follows Cosmos into the ring, and the galactic bounty hunter's eye has already started to swell. Soloman grabs a handful of hair from behind and displays his handiwork to the crowd, drawing boos from the Faithful. In an instant, Cosmos reaches for Soloman's head, flips himself over, and plants Michael with the move he calls Skywalker! Right into a pin attempt, but Charles Lim has barely started to stir. The fans are on their feet.

What rotten luck. Not one to let an incapacitated referee get him down, Cosmos eyes the top turnbuckle. Heading to the corner, Derek climbs to the top. Perched atop the top turnbuckle, the agile time traveler peers out into the sea of fans. Cameras are at the ready as Cosmos points his index fingers to the sky before taking flight. OOOOOH YEEEEEEEAAHH!!! Nobody home! Cosmos eats canvas hard as the agent assassin rolls to safety at the last moment. Pulling Cosmos into position, Soloman connects with the Double Cross and puts an end to it all. Michael Soloman with the cover as a groggy Charles Lim makes the count. 1...2...3!

Winner: Michael Soloman

Michael celebrates his win over Derek Cosmos in the middle of the ring, trainers checking on Derek’s eyes and face as we head to our next commercial!

[Murdoc]

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(Backstage, new PCW President Frank Foley is at the catering table looking over a sandwich platter when Derek Cosmos, with his newly blackened-eye, comes up behind him and taps him on the shoulder. Frank, who has a steel dinner plate in his hand, turns around and Cosmos greets him.)

Derek Cosmos: Hi, I'm Derek Cosmos.

Frank Foley (F2): No you're not.

DC: **looking confused** I... yes, yes I am.

F2: Are you sure?

DC: I...uh, yeah, pretty sure. Can I borrow your plate for a second?

(Frank hands Derek the plate and Derek immediately stares at his reflection; Derek's face becomes horrified, only seeing his black eye for the first time. Frank reaches down and grabs a bread roll and takes his plate back from Cosmos.)

F2: Actually, pal, I have to go. When you do see Cosmos though, tell him I said to keep up the good work.

(Derek looks as if he's about to cry as Frank casually walks off camera.)

DC: But, but I'm...I'm Derek Cosmos!

****

Match Five
Singles Match
Gem vs Tha Joka
_{Referee: Joseph Buckland}

The dignified fanfare and massed vocals of Two Steps from Hell’s Archangel overture sounds throughout the arena as Gem appears at the top of the ramp - with Loki at her side! As the full orchestral power soars out over the PCW Faithful, she makes her way down the ramp. The Queen of the Underground gracefully acknowledging her fans, gliding her hands along their outstretched reach, occasionally offering a smile or murmured word of appreciation as Loki follows. Triumphant feminine vocals with a counterpoint of intense, percussive choral support joins the music as Gem approaches the ring, her gaze tightening on her goal. Her trademark focus comes to the fore as she ascends the steps and wipes her feet on the apron, stepping between the ropes and stretching out as she waits for the match to begin, Loki taking up a position ringside.

The crowd in attendance wait patiently and suddenly the lights in the PCW Arena slowly dim to complete darkness, save for the bits of light coming from several entrances and the flashes of cameras going off. A video package begins to play on the big screen above the entrance as Prelude (The Family Trip) by Marilyn Manson begins playing through the sound system in the arena. The video package on the big screen is a parody of the scene from Willy Wonka and The Chocolate Factory with Joka taking the place of Willy Wonka at the bow of the boat. The minute long song and video play out with Joka reenacting the memorable scene. At the end Joka looks down and Joka walks out onto the stage dressed in a tattered white old timey evening gown. He brings a mic up to his mouth and looks up into the camera.

"Stop the boat!"

The crowd begins booing him viciously as Monster walks out behind him. Monster raises both of his huge arms into the air and red pyrotechnics explode on the stage, with Marilyn Manson’s Doll-Dagga Buzz-Buzz Ziggety-Zag opening in unison with the explosion. Red lights fill the arena and Joka begins headbanging, whipping his long green and black dreadlocks in the air as the crowd boo louder, with a few cheers sprinkled in. At the beginning of the song when the words "All the goose step girlies with the cursive faces. We know it's all Braille beneath their skirts" are sung, Joka lifts up his ankle length white dress over his head and then turns around and playfully bends down, lightly flipping the dress up as Monster crosses his arms and looks out into the hate filled crowd. Joka begins skipping down the ramp to the ring as Monster slowly walks behind him. Joka reaches the the ring and with one fluid movement, rips the dress off and throws it into the crowd as he windmills his dreads; fans in the front row all jumping up to catch the dress as Joka stops headbanging and seamlessly jumps straight up to the ring apron outside of the ropes. Joka walks over to the corner post and crawls up it like a spider, jerking erratically and violently, looking out into the crowd with a maniacal look on his face. Joka jumps down off the corner turnbuckle as the huge seven foot Monster steps over the top rope and Joka spins into the middle of the ring as Monster meets him. Joka flips off the crowd as Monster raises his huge arms in the air and red pyrotechnics explode from the turnbuckles.

As Joka jumps back to the mat, he catches sight of Loki which seems to give him a brief second’s pause. Glancing between Gem and Loki, his face twists into a dark frown - just before he bursts into peals of maniacal laughter! Buckland steps forward to give his quick instructions for both combatants, Tha Joka still convulsed with mirth as Gem merely nods with stoic acceptance. Buckland backs away, signaling for the bell - Joka’s laughter cutting off abruptly and his focus sharpening as the match begins!

Gem and Joka begin to slow and methodical circle, the Queen of the Underground and the Court Jester. The Joka looks hungry for Gem’s blood, while Gem herself looks determined and focused, no sign of worry or consternation marring her strong features. The two finally lock up, and before Gem can get the counter attack, Tha Joka throws a knee to the gut that doubles over the up and coming talent. An Irish Whip and Gem finds herself planted by a huge clothesline! The crowd lets out a massive boo as Tha Joka begins to move to his feet, Loki milling around the ring shouting encouragements to Gem.

As both competitors reach their feet, Gem charges at Tha Joka with a simple but powerful shove to throw Joka off balance, and in that split-second of separation dives at Joka’s knees for a takedown. Joka hops over the diving Gem with a raucous screech, knocking her askew and landing on the other side of her. Before Gem can flip to her back, the Joka quickly drops an elbow to the lower back, then a second! The crowd is angry, with Loki looking anxious. Gem slithers towards the ropes and pulling herself up as Joka lays the boots in - her face miraculously showing no sign of pain under all the punishment. As Gem reaches her feet, the crowd roars with approval as she dives through the ropes to ringside - and Loki... leaving Joka in the ring on his own and Gem to collect her thoughts as her apparent mentor gives her a hand up from the ringside mats.

Hardly one to offer his opponent any respite, Tha Joka leaps over the top rope and lands in a crouch, immediately lunging towards Gem! Loki backs away hastily, shaking his head at the fan’s shouts for him to help Gem. Tha Joka throws a huge forearm to her back, stumbling Gem as she rounds the corner, Loki continuing to encourage his protege but refusing to interfere. Tha Joka pursues, grabbing Gem by the hair and casually throwing her bodily into the ring under the bottom rope! Following her in, he deflects her attempted strikes, locking one arm around her chest and the other around her waist, pinning her back tightly against his front - and planting a sloppy kiss on her neck, throwing his head back and laughing hysterically!

Whether because of the infuriating instability of her opponent or being carelessly manhandled, the unauthorized familiarity and liberties with her person or the sheer sliminess of the kiss; the reason is irrelevant. One thing is abundantly clear:

Gem has had enough.

Tearing herself away from Tha Joka’s grasp with an impressive show of raw strength, Gem whirls around into a savage spinning kick to the jaw, making a resounding connect into Joka’s laughing face! His murky green dreadlocks whip through the air as his head snaps back on his neck, sending the large man into a comic, reeling spin before he drops into a corner! Gem is on him in an instant, kneeling on his arms and firing away with a barrage of precision strikes to his unprotected torso - each one met by a frantic cackle! The first vestige of frustration crossing Gem’s face, she changes tactics, leveling a sharp elbow at his temple as she immediately gains her feet. With Tha Joka’s head lolling about, Gem ties his arms up in the rope, laying into him with vindictive stomps! Each stomp elicits a squealing giggle, Gem’s face reddening with frustration and the exertion, Buckland stepping forward to warn her off. Glaring up at the referee, she fires a brutal knee directly into Joka’s face! Buckland shouts at her, Loki echoing the warning from ringside, Gem darting across the ring and perching herself up on the opposite turnbuckle.

Tha Joka slowly gains a vertical base, his shuffling forward momentum punctuated by little bursts of mirth, coming to an unsteady stop in the center of the ring. Head bowed, his dreadlocks hanging lank and obscuring his face, his large shoulders trembling with small chuckles; the camera zooming in on the dribbling blood spatters that accompany each eruption of psychosis. Gem leaps off the turnbuckle and darts forward, Joka breaking his apparent trip to dreamland and lunging towards his opponent! They clash in the center of the ring, the quicksilver Gem hooking Joka’s arm and spinning him around, locking his neck under her arm! With a quick twist of her body, she whips him around and slams him into the mat for What Dreams May Come!

The crowd cheers wildly as Gem liberates herself from the tangle of limbs, hooking a leg and barking at Joseph Buckland to come make the count!

...1!

...2!

...3!

Winner: Gem via Pinfall

Gem releases Joka with a disgusted shove, making a show of brushing herself off, black and white greasepaint from his face streaking her person in various places. Stepping through the ropes she hops down to ringside, getting a platonic hug of congratulations from Loki before heading up the ramp to the back, smiling at fans and waving a bit as she goes. Back in the ring, Tha Joka lurches to his feet like something rising out of a swamp, a swipe of his hand shoving his dreadlocks back from his face. Paying no mind to the smeared greasepaint and blood splattered over his face like a grotesque Rorschach, he watches them go... chuckling darkly with a malevolent madness in his gaze.


Match Six
Non Title Rematch
Justin 'Stormm' Michaels vs. Loki
Referee: Manny Cruz



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. 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 some of those in attendance as orange flashes, like lightning, illuminate the way for the Force of Nature, and Justin Michaels appears through the curtain and onto the stage.

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

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

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

Having made it to ringside, Stormm patrols around to the opposite side of the ring and gives a salute towards Ace Anderson and Jerry Andrews before hopping up onto the apron. He climbs through the ropes, and gives a quick nod towards Sasha Greene before motioning to the crowd once more.

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

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

No sooner does his music end than Sixx:A.M.'s "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 for his opponent.

Manny Cruz steps forward to issue a few brief words, Loki making a brief quip while Stormm contents himself with a terse nod - then the bell is sounded and the match begins!

Loki and Stormm circle each other like wolves, Stormm eyeing Loki with vague disdain which only seems to add to the Loki’s faint smirk. Justin breaks the eye contact first, lunging straight at Loki for a grapple, the two men locking up in the center of the ring! They trade a few stray blows while each fights to gain the upper hand. A quick break, then straight back to it, Stormm twisting Loki up into a standing hammer lock! A brief struggle and Loki reverses it! Wrenching his opponent’s arm up and back, he uses the leverage to shove Stormm away!

Loki follows Stormm across the ring as he stumbles back, quick to press his advantage, bullrushing Justin straight into the ropes! Stormm uses that extra half-second delay as the ropes absorb their impact to get his legs under him; using the rebound push from the ropes to power forward into Loki, driving him down to the mat with a mean looking spear! He tries for a quick pin, but Loki gets a shoulder up before the one count. Stromm reaches down and hauls Loki to his feet, Loki fighting out of it with a series of punches and driving Stormm back towards the corner, but Cruz immediately separates them, gesturing with his open hand and clearly reminding Loki of the match rules.

Pulling Stormm back towards the center of the ring, Loki grabs hold of Stormm’s Havoc orange trunk tights and pulls him back down into a vicious seated jawbreaker! Stormm staggers back, grasping his jaw as Loki jumps to his feat and hoists Stormm into the air in an impressive show of strength to flip him into a fireman’s carry takeover! Stormm crashes down to the mat at the inevitable conclusion of the move, Loki scrabbling in for an immediate pin attempt!

...1!

.. - No!

The crowd explodes into cheers as Stormm kicks out with authority! Loki doesn’t give Stormm a chance to rise, instead delivering a series of mounted punches to the still-prone superstar! Cruz again intervenes, shouting a warning at Loki and making it clear that the next warning will be a disqualification! While Loki is reprimanded by Cruz, Stormm glances over to see them in the corner and rises silently, stepping calmly over to the irritated Loki. Tapping Loki on the shoulder, Stormm grabs him as he spins around, locking his arm up into an armbar then Irish whipping him into the ropes! Loki bounces cleanly off them and goes careening out-of-control towards Stormm who catches him with a running DDT! Leaving Loki there on the mat, Stormm goes to the corners and hypes up the fans, soaking up the cheers of the PCW Faithful.

Stormm makes his way to the corner as Loki shakes off the effects of the DDT, climbing to stand on the turnbuckle. Suddenly Loki leaps up and rushes at him like a man possessed, only to be met by Stormm launching himself into a gorgeous Shooting Star press that HAMMERS both men into the mat! Cruz by the sidelines to keep an eye on things, both men struggle to reorient themselves and disengage from the tangle of limbs. Stormm slightly faster to gain a vertical base, backing up a bit and shaking away the cobwebs.

As Loki struggles to his feet, Stormm runs towards him then ducks, hooking one of Loki's legs with his arm, then surges upright for a Mountain Bomb! Loki on the mat again, Stormm throws his fists up for the crowd and encourages more cheering as he waits for Loki to stand. Loki finally gains his feet, and Stormm rushes forward for a clothesline, Loki reversing it into a swinging arm breaker and taking Stormm to the mat! He lets go only to follow up with a standing leg drop across both of Stormm’s knees! Loki stomps again, once, twice, thr- WHAT!?

The crowd issues a combination of jeers and cheers as Tha Joka appears on the ramp! Loki glares at him as Joka rushes the ring, jumping up on the apron and shaking the ropes with a deranged howl before doing a backwards somersault flip off the ring - landing in a crouch on the ringside mat, swaying back and forth, punctuated by the occasional giggle. With Loki distracted, the wily veteran Stormm wastes no time in leveling two swift, vicious punches to the inside of Loki’s left thigh, finishing off with a savage heart punch as Loki doubles over in pain!

Shoving Loki away, Stormm hauls him close and slams him down in a ring shattering crash with a German Suplex! Before Loki has time to recover, Stormm rolls over on top of Loki and pulls him into a tight hold for a pin attempt!

...1!

...2!

...3!!

Winner: Stormm via Pinfall

The crowd explodes into cheers for the superstar Justin “Stormm” Michaels as Manny Cruz raises his hand as the winner. Loki wearily rises, staring death down at The Joka cackling maniacally at ringside as we go to our next commercial.

[Murdoc]

It’s the top of the hour, and ... as expected ... it’s time to bring everyone back in from their channel switchings. You didn’t change the channel though, did you? DID YOU?! YOU WHORE! Put the remote down!

Sasha Greene: Please welcome, your new Pure Class Wrestling President...FRANK FOLEY!

(No music comes through the Pure Class Wrestling sound system, but from behind the entrance curtain out-steps the new PCW President Frank Foley. Frank is wearing a pair of fitted blue jeans, white sneakers, and a black button-up top.

The fans aren't sure how to react to Frank, staying relatively quiet, though Frank tries and soften them up a little by gesturing hi with his hand as he walks down the entrance ramp. Once at the bottom of the ramp, Frank walks over to the security barricade to shake the hands of a few fans and then casually walks up the ring steps to enter the ring. After getting in the ring, he walks over to Sasha and shakes her hand as well, and then gets handed the microphone from her as she exits the ring. Bringing the microphone to his lips, Frank Foley speaks.)

Can we get the roster on stage for this? I'll wait.

(After about eight-seconds of silence, the first rush of Pure Class Wrestling Superstars emerge on the stage, with Andy D being the first to exit from behind the curtain. Next out is Kelli Starr, followed by Nathan Saniti, Tyrone Smith, Derek Cosmos, Cory Steel, Justin Michaels, Stacy Jones, and pretty much the entire roster. Even The Black Hand comes out onto the stage. But there are a few faces absent from the throng of gathered talent ... most notably PCW Champion Whitey Ford. Frank looks at the stage, but addresses the entire arena.)

Some of you may be wondering what happened to my entrance music...Let me just clear that up right now by saying, while I liked “TNT” by AC/DC, it wasn't my choice and I was over it very quickly. Until there's something I want to associate with, I'll be keeping it Plain Jane on the way to the ring for the time being.

With that said, let me tell me a little about myself. My business resume does do not see me coming from a wrestling background, but I've been a fan of Pure Class Wrestling since it's inception. I actually was in the crowd the day Innovator won the Pure Class Wrestling World Championship in the Rumble for the Gold Match at Trauma 1. I was sitting...*Pointing at a seat in the front row*...Right. There.

Pure Class Wrestling has come a long way since the likes of Innovator, as it now honestly has the best talent pool in the entire industry. So when an opportunity like this came up to become the new Pure Class Wrestling President, I jumped at the chance. This is a bucket-list type of job.

I respect this industry...I respect the PCW Faithful...and I respect this company. What I don't respect is a World Champion who wrestles whenever he feels like it, yet demands to be in the main event. I asked everyone to come out onto the stage, and one of the faces missing is Whitey Ford. What does that tell you? Our fans...the PCW Faithful...deserve more than a foulmouthed, Man-Child representing the company as its Champion. We want the best of the best to be World Champion. And the competition level is not lacking.

So this is what's going to happen. As you all should know, our upcoming Pay-Per-View is Deadly Intentions. Home of the Deadly Rumble. This year our Deadly Rumble won't feature the winner getting a title shot at the following Pay-Per-View. Whitey, you mentioned that it’d take each and every member of the roster to beat you. Well, my boy, this year .... the winner of the Deadly Rumble will be the World Champion, as Whitey Ford will be defending his championship against all of you! And we all know Whitey's going to try and cheat, manipulate, and swindle his way to a victory, right? Well, he can do that while being the number-one entrant!

As a fan of Pure Class Wrestling, I don't want this show to be about me- this isn't about Frank Foley vs. Whitey Ford. This is Whitey Ford proving to each one of you on that stage...to each one of the members of the Faithful, that he truly is more than just an asshole. That he truly is the best that we have to offer. And I have a feeling that you guys want to prove him otherwise. Good luck to you all.

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Main Event #1

Singles Match

Kelli 'Dollface Starr vs. Billy Sadistic

_{Referee: Eric Russo}

"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 opponent.

As the opening to "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.

Turning to glance over his shoulder at his opponent for the evening, the two lock eyes and begin to size up the situation. It’s going to be a hard-hitting match, for sure, with Sadistic’s tendencies towards brawling. But let’s not count Kelli Starr out in this respect; she’s gone toe-to-toe with a literal who’s who in PCW. Ace Anderson, Grimm, Andy D, Stormm ... all with different styles of wrestling and she’s shown herself capable of putting them ALL away. The keys for a Sadistic victory look to be a more technically sound offense, as Kelli seems to have the most trouble in dealing with a ground-game. Kelli’s best chance at winning lay in complete and utter chaos, leaving Sadistic off-balance and off-guard. As with most matches, the person who dictates the pace and the rhythm of the match will have the better chance of walking away with a win. Who’s going to claim the driver’s seat? Let’s get back to the ring and get things underway!

The bell rings and we’re officially ready to start this contest!

The two very disparate competitors begin circling, jockeying for that prime position. Finally, a tie-up. Collar and elbow. Sadistic with about 50 pounds weight advantage over Starr, he’s easily able to gain control by backing Starr into the corner. The ref counting towards the break, Sadistic releases Kelli at four and backs away slow-OOH! Chop. Chops are served! Kelli gasping for breath at the open-palm slap to the chest, Sadistic smiles and backs away clean after delivering a very important message.

Kelli ignoring the stinging palm strike as best she can, she returns to the center of the ring where Sadistic lies in wait. The two lock up again but Kelli is quick to attack the vertical base of Sadistic, grinding the side of her boot down Sadistic’s shin and ending with a huge stomp to the toes. Sadistic gingerly backing away, Kelli rushes full-bore at Sadistic ... planting him to the mat with a double leg takedown. Full mount position, Kelli begins to hammer away at Sadistic. Almost as if to say ‘You want to brawl you backwoods dirt farmer?! Let’s get violent!’ Kelli raining heavy handed shots aimed at Sadistic’s beautifully fist-squishable face, all that bottled frustration of the past few months unloading.

The ref is quick to jump in and try to break up the fracas, but Kelli seems LESS than concerned and continues throwing bombs even PAST the referee’s five count. Sadistic is doing his best to cover up, waiting for the official to finally interject himself PHYSICALLY into the maelstrom. Kelli finally backed away from Sadistic, he wisely rolls to the edge of the canvas under the ropes to avoid any more of a beating like that.

Kelli held in check by the referee, Sadistic finally gains his feet ... pulling himself up via the ropes. Looking almost PLEASED at the violent outburst. As he begins to move towards Kelli again, Kelli takes off past the referee like a bullet. Sadistic sidestepping her, she springboards off of the second rope and looks to land a flying back elbow. However, Sadistic takes two steps back to avoid the impact and Kelli altogether. Kelli landing with her back to Sadistic, Sadistic ambushes her from behind, kicking at the back of her knee and forcing her to a kneeling position. Wrapping her up into a full-nelson, Sadistic attempts to get the hybrid camel clutch/full nelson hold to avoid ANY chance of an escape, but Kelli will NOT relinquish her kneeling.

Struggling mightily, she manages to return to her feet ... and slumps right back down, squatting to try and take the bigger Billy Sadistic off-balance. Finding him more than stable, it’s plan B time ... AND KELLI IS UP AND OVER! A huge explosion and Kelli has propelled herself into the air, breaking the hold from the sudden momentum! Hooking the neck, Kelli manages to backflip straight over Billy Sadistic and land a BEAUTIFUL sit-out reverse DDT.

The crowd winces as Sadistic is planted headfirst into the mat. A spine-jarring impact and Kelli is quick to go for the pinfall!

1!

2!

Kickout at two! Sadistic not nearly worn down enough to give up the ghost, Kelli smiles and slaps Sadistic in the face from her seated position beside him before she goes to stand up. As she moves to size up her rising prey, she’s caught slightly unaware as Sadistic grabs her by the sides of her knees and pulls her forward, stumbling her towards him. Clawing and fighting, Sadistic finally drags her to the mat and traps her in a side leg-lock. Clawing towards the ropes, Kelli tries with all her might to escape the hold but Sadistic is like a boa constrictor, wrapping tightly around her leg. Changing the leg-lock to an ankle lock, the urgency in Kelli’s movement is upped to a higher degree.

Finally, with the heightened level of danger spurring her on, Kelli makes it to the ropes and the referee goes to break the hold. Sadistic breaking at four, he slithers away as Kelli attempts to regain her vertical base. The two staring each other down, Sadistic on his hands and knees low to the mat ... Kelli finally on her feet again ... it’s an odd face-off. ZIP! Sadistic is off across the mat, eyeing that weakened leg but Kelli is quick and manages to hop into the air just enough to let Billy slide underneath her.

Close enough, however, to not allow him the chance to get away.

Dropping a double-knee drop on the lower back of Billy Sadistic, the crunch of knee to spine is almost audible. Kelli rolling off, she goes to grab Sadistic for a pin attempt but Sadistic wisely pulls himself the rest of the way out of the ring. The referee begins the count, but Kelli breaks it by rolling out herself. She’s not letting Sadistic get away THAT easily. It’s a hell of a fight and Kelli feels confident about it. Stalking Sadistic as he rounds the corner, Sadistic drops out of sight just past the corner post. Kelli springs into action to take advantage ... but a ruse all along! Sadistic was waiting with a clothesline from the ground up!

The impact dropping Kelli instantly, Sadistic smiles and gets close enough to her to whisper in her ear. Kelli quick to get him as far away as possible, she rakes at Sadistic’s eyes ... blinding him and giving her those much-needed moments of space. Both competitors attempting to make it to their feet, it’s Kelli who’s up first ... and there’s commotion.

The crowd is parting behind the commentary table ...

... IT’S THE BLACK HAND!

Grimm and Michael Wryght emerging from the bustling crowd, it looks dire for Kelli. Are they going to interfere? Why ELSE would they be here? The crowd isn’t going to get the chance to find out as Kelli rockets headlong over the announcer’s table ... coming crashing down onto Wryght and Grimm! Graceful ... elegant ... and oh so deadly.

Kelli gesturing to the crowd, a massive cheer arises as she emerges from the humanity once more. The sight of the remaining members of the Black Hand are enough to bring Nathan Saniti and Andy D from the backstage area. Thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis looks like it’s going to boil over. As the cavalry hits the ringside area, The Black Hand has recuperated enough to join the fray. It’s full on gang warfare ...

... and we have to go to our last commercial of the evening!

FUCK!

[Murdoc]

We’re back from our last commercial and, in a STUNNING turn of events ... the main events of the evening have now been MERGED into one blockbuster match by the new president. Thanks to the untimely(?) appearance of both the Black Hand AND Nathan Saniti/Andy D, it looked like there was no way on Earth to separate these combatants. So Frank Foley, the forward-thinking sort, has decided to let them all remain in the area and just combine the main events! Smart man. Although it’s a bit of a let-down for both Kelli Starr and Billy Sadistic, as they’ve already beaten on each other for quite a while. Now we’re ADDING to it?

Main Event #2

Tag Team Match

Andy D & Psychedelica vs. The Black Hand

_{Referee: Ed Lane}

As the ring comes into view again, Ed Lane seems to have finally gotten everything under control and Andy D is facing off in the middle of the ring with Showtime. A good plan from both sides, giving Kelli Starr and Billy Sadistic a reprieve from the action. A tie-up ... Showtime forces Andy off into an irish whip. Showtime catches Andy with a huge clothesline and keeps running through. Andy hops back to his feet and eats another clothesline. A third time ....... OOH one too many. Andy catches Showtime flush on the jaw with a standing dropkick.

The momentum is built upon as Andy nips to his feet and lands a beautiful standing moonsault into a pinfall attempt!

1!

Kickout.

A quick kickout by Showtime. An impressive show of athleticism on the part of Andy D, but definitely not enough to secure the victory. Andy drags Showtime to his feet and Showtime is quick to retaliate with a rapid succession of right hands. Andy staggers and Showtime drops him with a drop-toe-hold, floating over into a side headlock. Andy quick to force his way to his feet in order to avoid the brunt of the pressure, Showtime finds himself still in control enough to pull Andy back to his corner.

Showtime going for the tag to Grimm, Showtime finds Grimm not as ... crisp ... on the tag as would normally be expected between comfortable tag team partners. In fact, it’s Showtime who tags GRIMM into the action. Grimm in like a whirlwind, Showtime leans back and lets Grimm get a vicious boot to Andy D’s ribs. Andy dropping to his knees, Grimm begins laying the punches into the wounded Andy. Grimm taking three paces back, he takes off in a mad dash to Andy and attempts to deliver a clothesline ... but Andy leans forward to avoid the impact, leaving Grimm to hit the ropes chest first.

Andy returning to his feet, he drives a knee into the lower back of the tangled Horror. Another knee and Andy has Grimm up to his feet. Whipping Grimm into the corner post, Andy dashes at Grimm and lands a beautiful Busaiku Knee that absolutely FLOORS the Lord of Misrule. Andy makes the quick tag to Nathan Saniti and the crowd comes alive! Nathan to the action in a flash, he delivers several strong stomps to the temporarily grounded Grimm ... hellbent on NOT letting the man regain his composure. Grabbing Grimm by the hair, he begins to drag him to his feet and ... SHAKE SHAKE SHAKE!

Shaken Baby Syndrome!

The referee admonishes Nathan for the handfuls of hair, but the damage is done as he’s forced to release the hold. Grimm dropping to his hands and knees, he begins the slow crawl back towards his own corner and the safety of the Black Hand. Nathan, however, is right on top of him and grabs hold of the ankle ... dragging him back to the center of the ring. A falling elbow drop and Nathan holds on top for a pinfall attempt.

1!

2-NO!

Kickout just after two by Grimm. Nathan back on his feet, Grimm slowly returning to a vertical base ... Nathan takes hold of the wrist and whips Grimm into the ropes. Bouncing off the ropes himself RIGHT BESIDE GRIMM, he’s racing Grimm back and forth across the ring until ... SURPRISE! Nathan turns a quick 180 and catches Grimm with a heavy lariat that sends the man tumbling to the outside.

The crowd cheering, Nathan waits to see the top of Grimm’s head ... and then takes off back against the ropes! THUD! Ooooooooooooh Sadistic has a hand in the proceedings and manages to catch Nathan by the hair and drop him to the mat. Nathan writhing on the mat in pain, the momentary break in action gives Grimm the chance to catch his breath. As Grimm rolls into the ring, he goes for the pinfall immediately.

1!

2-NO!

Kickout just after two by Nathan. Grimm standing to make the tag, Sadistic ready to get the hot tag but ... no. Grimm goes to tag Showtime in. Showtime is, along the same lines of earlier, not seeming to be in the game and lackadaisical on the tag. Grimm and Showtime look to be at odds with each other and it’s become quite apparent to everyone. INCLUDING the opponents. Nathan being held at bay by Grimm, he struggles and manages to shove Showtime INTO Grimm as he’s leaving the ring.

The tension is mounting as Showtime returns to the corner, shoving Nathan aside and allowing the problems to boil over. Showtime having some muted words with Grimm, Grimm returning the favor and stepping into the ring to discuss the situation. Nathan watching slightly amused by the rift between the two partners, the argument getting heated and ... suddenly, a stop.

The two stop talking, look at each other knowingly ... and nod a single time before pouncing on Nathan Saniti. The violent outburst enough to get everyone to react, EVERYONE enters the ring. Andy D and Kelli to offset the sudden taking advantage of Andy ... Sadistic jumping in because, fighting. The six competitors battling it out in the center of the ring, it looks as though the referee is about to lose control. Sadistic eyeing Kelli Starr, you can see him muttering to himself.

Candygirl.

Candygirl.

Over and over.

He’s got it on his lips as a mantra, maybe if he says if five times ... she’ll appear right in front of him to nibble on. But, a sudden shock ...

Candygirl (number 5) ...

... blackout.

The crowd lets out a gasp/oooooh combination, cellphone lights and lighters illuminating the darkness impotently. Sounds of movement in the ring. Slight and nearly inaudible, but there nonetheless. Finally, a red glow shines down from the ceiling. In the center of the ring sits a rather LARGE ... LARGE problem. Whitey Ford. Still dressed in his cheap knockoff Murdoc mask, blond hair sticking out from the back. But ...

... larger. Way too big. Too big to be Whitey.

The crowd lets out a violent surprised reaction as the mask is pulled off ... ALONG with the blond hair to reveal MURDOC! For the first time in months, that monstrous face is visible to the public and NONE are more shocked than the occupants of the ring. The Black Hand, along with Psychedelica and Andy D just HAPPEN to be in the wrong place at the absolute wrong time. Nathan and Grimm being the unfortunate ones closest to the behemoth, Murdoc reaches both hands out and grabs hold of their soft, squeezable throats and pulls them in to crack skulls.

Murdoc turning to find Sadistic and Showtime, they ... along with everyone else ... have exited the ring in that split second. Nathan and Grimm doing the same out of sheer self-preservation, Murdoc stands alone in the middle of the ring ... the posts erupting into flames ...

DING DING DING!

... as this match is ruled a no-contest!

The two diametrically opposed forces held at bay by a single mountain of man in the center of the ring, their battle ended WAY too prematurely for the fans’ liking. However, it seems that time is up for Trauma 161 ... what in the WORLD is going to happen next week?! Stay tuned to catch the fallout out on the E! Network and check in at pureclasswrestling.com for exclusive updates, interviews, recaps and backstage news!

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Psychedelica and Andy D vs. the Black Hand is ruled a no contest}