Trauma 127 Results

[Non Compos Mentis]

PCW Trauma: 127
Tuesday, January 5th, 2013
Live on E! from the Pure Class Arena in Greenville, South Carolina

Return To The Trauma Ward
Details: PCW Trauma enters 2013 with a BANG as the pyros explode immediately in tune with ‘Survival of the Sickest’. The PCW Faithful is already in fine form as they bring Trauma back up to speed with immense cheers, ready to get the nights action underway. The cameras pan around the arena and down to the waiting commentary team of Al Laiman and Jerry Andrews:

Jerry Andrews: Welcome, Ladies and Gentlemen, to the first Trauma of 2013, and my oh my what a show it is. We’ve got changes aplenty for you! We’re back with new Tag Team Champions in Sea Men and a returning Genesis Champion in Eira! And let’s not forget, our new partners down here at the commentary station… Ismael Santos and Jesus Del Rio!

The cameras switch across to PCW’s brand spanking new Spanish Announce Team and their suspiciously flimsy table.

Ismael Santos: Saludos, señoras y señores, soy Ismael Santos y él es Jesús Del Río y que será su nuevo todo españoles anunciar equipo!

Jesus Del Rio: Es un placer estar aquí, Ismael. Esta noche va a ser un infierno de un espectáculo seguro. Después de las batallas épicas de hace dos semanas Justin Kaard Grande y Nacho estarán en acción esta noche, mientras que Sean Rhodes y Grimm todavía tienen asuntos que resolver con Michael Wryght y deben unirse juntos de nuevo 'Mr Showtime' Whitey Ford y!

Moving back over to the regular announce team, Andrews and Laiman are grinning like they understood what their colleagues just said, but soon Laiman opens his mouth.

Al Laiman: Whatever you say… I hope you’ve got a lot more of those tables, guys! Let’s get this show on the road!

MATCH ONE
Singles Match
Areas vs. Marissa McCool
Referee: Charles Lim
Details: “Living in America” begins to play as Areas makes his way on to the stage, flag in hand, and a scowl on his face. He instantly begins to shout vulgarities at the crowd, seeming more bent out of shape than usual. Making his way down the ramp, he stops at the foot of the stage, engaging in a war of the words with a Hispanic crowd member before spitting on the ground in front of the barrier and taking his hate party to the ring. “Touch Me” begins to play, and Marissa McCool comes bounding out to the stage with a smile from ear to ear. She looks down at Areas, blows him a kiss and a wink and skips her way down the ramp. Sliding into the ring, she stands and looks at Areas. Charles Lim walks towards the ropes to call for the bell when he’s interrupted – The New Breed!

“Dying Breed” begins to play as Cable and St. Paul take the stage, exchanging a no-nonsense look between each other before methodically approaching the ring. Areas and McCool look on, unsure of what to do; Charles Lim approaches the ropes and starts instructing the men to return to the back. Soon, they reach the bottom of the stage and St. Paul goes right and Cable left – surrounding the ring and looking at McCool and Areas. Areas approaches the ropes, shouting down at Cable while McCool simply backs into the center of the ring. In unison, the two slip into the ring and hell breaks loose as Charles Lim quickly calls for the bell.

Areas and McCool seem to form and odd team, trying to fight off the two men but The New Breed quickly gets the advantage as St. Paul produces a pair of brass knuckles and lays out Areas on the canvas. The duo quickly begins to work over McCool as the crowd rains down boos upon the team. Cable quickly tucks McCool down, making a bit of a crude gesture before joisting her up into a powerbomb setup. Sebastian St. Paul hits the ropes, jumps, catches McCool’s neck, and Cables drops into a sit-out powerbomb, as they hit ‘The Equalizer’ on McCool. Charles Lim quickly runs back into the ring, trying to stop the men, but he is quickly dispatched of by a series of blows from the team who then turn their attention to a stirring Areas.

Measuring him up, they wait – as Areas stands up, Cable runs in for the kill. He heaves Areas into the air, and drops him down with in an inverted atomic drop. St. Paul hits the ropes, and nails Areas with a running knee strike to the temple that drops him to the floor. Staff begins to pour from the back, to check on the two competitors and The New Breed quickly exits the ring – their gaze never leaving the fallen bodies of the two competitors.

Winner: Draw via No Contest

MATCH TWO
Non-Title Singles Match
Tyrone “Crazy Boy” Smith vs. MONROE (N.A. ©)
Referee: Steve Shaw
Details: "10000 Watts of Artificial Pleasure" surges through the audio system as the lights begin to flicker, Crazy Boy takes to the stage and has a look of determination painted across his features. As smoke begins to surround him, he begins to pump his fist in the air – but his entrance is cut off. Crazy Boy looks confused, but that’s when “Numb” begins to play. MONROE steps out on to the stage, his entourage surrounding him, and walks right past Tyrone Smith – without even exchanging glances with him. He makes his way down to the ring, quickly tosses off his entrance garb, and looks up the ramp at a furious Smith, who breaks into a sprint and slides into the ring. Standing, he rushes in and the two men instantly engage each other as Steve Shaw calls for the bell.

The two men exchange blows in the center of the ring, but MONROE quickly takes the advantage in the striking battle. Delivering kicks with surgical precision, he targets Smith’s legs as he presses him into the corner, but Smith fights back! Pressing off of the corner, he begins to fight back with kicks of his own! Low, outside leg kicks help him drive MONROE to the center of the ring before hitting a beautiful standing dropkick. MONROE rises, and he hits another! He lands, hits the ropes – but he’s caught with a standing kenka kick from the quick-to-rise MONROE, who instantly goes for a cover.

1….

Smith kicks out, but MONROE instantly applies a headlock. Wrenching tightly, he leads Smith to his feet and goes for a headlock takeover, but CB slips out! MONROE turns, a high heel kick from Smith puts him on the canvas, and CB goes for the cover.

1…..

Kick out! Smith tries to go for a headlock on MONROE, but MONROE quickly brings up his legs, scissoring them around Smith’s neck and pulling his arm through and locking in a triangle choke. Smith pressed his body forward, bridging before throwing his weight back and using the momentum to slip out. MONROE sits up, BAM! A low dropkick from Smith, and a cover!

1…..

MONROE kicks out, Crazy Boy stands up and goes absolutely crazy as the crowd is solidly behind him. Hitting the ropes he catches a rising MONROE with a float-over neckbreaker before standing up and taking to the apron. He waits, motioning for MONROE to stand up, and when he does, he takes off! Jumping on to the top rope, he lunges into the air for a body press, but MONROE catches him. MONROE drops him across his knee, before standing CB up vertically and hitting a nasty looking exploder suplex. He rolls over for the pin.

1….
2……

CB kicks out, and the crowd cheers! MONROE looks flustered, more so than usual. Leaning down he begins to unload violent forearms across CB’s chest. Steve Shaw begins a five count but quickly abandons it in favor of pulling MONROE off of CB. He gets in the superstars face, warning him, but that’s when the cameras turn to ringside and see a figure ambling through the crowd. One of PCW’s latest and most hyped newcomers, Gabriel Cross, is walking cockily through the crowd as if he’s taking a morning stroll in the park.

As he reaches the security barrier, Cross waits for a moment, making sure everyone sees him, then calmly jumps the barrier. MONROE and CB are still fighting as Gabriel Cross takes his sweet time in walking over to the Timekeeper’s table and picks up the glistening North American Title Belt. Still the two men don’t see him, but as MONROE takes control, Cross hops up onto the apron and hlifts the title into the air for everyone to see. MONROE turns around, and is INSTANTLY enraged. He rushes to the ropes, but Cross quickly jumps down.

Cross smirks, posing with the title as he instructs MONROE to turn around. MONROE does, and he’s blindsided with a running dropkick from CB. MONROE staggers, and CB springs to his feet. Grabbing MONROE, he lifts him up and slams him down ‘Crazy Slam’ and quickly goes for the cover.

1….
2…..
3!

Winner: Tyrone Smith via Pinfall

Cross-ed Swords
Details: As Crazy Boy celebrates his way up the ramp, Gabriel Cross stands smirking with the North American title perched across his shoulder as though it belongs there. He mockingly claps for the defeated MONROE as he slowly begins to stir inside the ring.

Pulling a microphone from his belt, Cross begins to laugh.

Gabriel Cross: “I have to say that was impressive, truly impressive. Not only did you manage to lose but you managed to look like a complete clown doing it.”

MONROE manages to pull himself to his feet as Cross continues his diatribe.

Gabriel Cross: “You’re the North American “Champion”, the Morningstar, the Star Destroyer. You’re a joke,” Cross continues to mock the staggered MONROE as he circles the ring, “You’re supposed to be a big deal in PCW, this unstoppable force. Looks pretty stoppable from where I’m standing.”

Taking advantage of his enemies back being turned, MONROE slips out of the ring and charges at the arrogant young man. But before any kind of contact can be made, Cross quickly spins and slams the title into MONROE’S face. Momentum is not on his side as the back of his head cracks into the arena floor with similar force. Cross looks down, his initial look of horror morphing into one of sickening glee.

As Cross and the camera both look down on the unconscious MONROE a tide of crimson rapidly spread across his face. Laughing, Cross kneels down and tenderly, almost lovingly, wipes away the blood on MONROE’s brow. The touching act ends abruptly as Cross smears the blood across the face of the North American title, leaving a crimson scar across the golden surface.

Pleading In-Saniti
Details: “White Rabbit” by Collide hits the loudspeakers. Twin trails of rabbits come pouring out from the back, lining the ramp way. The crowd is abuzz with anticipation in seeing the debut of the one star who may very well be able to out-strange Q. Nathan Saniti pops out from behind the curtain, his unsettling grin from ear to ear. He strolls leisurely down the ramp about halfway. As soon as he stops, purple plumes of smoke crawl their way up his body like snakes, enveloping him. Just as they reach his head, he tosses his hat towards the ring, where it hovers in place just above head level. As the smoke clears around the ramp, it begins to pour out of the down turned hat, filling the ring, yet somehow not spilling out past the ropes. Without warning, the mist sucks back up into the hat, revealing Saniti sitting at an uneven table set with two chairs, one at each end, and a tea set with steam coming from a fresh teapot. With a flourish, Saniti extends his hand, and the hat returns to his grasp. He stands up slowly, smiling as he takes in mixed accolades from the audience.

Saniti: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, WELCOME… to the TEA PARTY!

The crowd pops a little more enthusiastically.

Saniti: I shan’t waste too much time with the pleasantries yet. MY name is Nathan Saniti. You shall love me. You shall hate me. Make no mistake I am here to perform a duty. That duty is to serve the auspices of glorious Karma. I deal justice to people who deserve it, one way or another. Take for instance my guest this time around. He also happens to be one of my opponents this week. You all know of him, yet he is nearly as misunderstood as I. I think the time for that is past. It’s time to shed some light on the quietest of PCW Superstars. Please help me welcome… Q!

The crowd pops nicely as “Come Little Children” begins its slow start. Staccato pacing. The arena is bathed in a pale blue hue. An aura of sadness fills the space. Once the vocals begin, Q steps out from behind the curtain and onto the main stage. Normally, the look on his face is almost one of sadness. Tonight, Q seems to have a bit more of an uplifted spirit as he carries a platter of homemade oatmeal raisin cookies down to the ring.

Walking up the ringside steps, Q steps to mid-apron and wipes his boots off before entering the sQuared circle. Looking at the crowd around him, he waves meekly. Saniti applauds Q the entire time. Once Q is in the ring, Saniti motions for him to be seated in the other chair. Q sets the platter down in the middle of the table to a grateful nod from Saniti.

Saniti: Thank you for joining me tonight, Mr. Q.
Q: Please, just call me Q.
Saniti: And you may call me Nathan if you wish. Let’s start things off with a bit of a lighter note, shall we? My dear Q, the world wants to know… What would YOU do for a Klondike bar? nods again.

Q gets a serious look as he ponders the question for a few seconds, searching for just the right words. Finally, the shy single-letter superstar raises his mic to his mouth.

Q: Oh, probably about the same as anyone else would do. I’d ask nicely, and if necessary, I’d pay for it.

Saniti nods as if Q just gave him the meaning of the entire universe in those sentences.

Saniti: Moving along… The questions shall only progress from here. If my research is correct, you are a pacifist. Am I right?
Q: Welllll I wouldn’t necessarily say I’m a pacifist. I just prefer to find ways AROUND the whole –I’m gonna beat you up – thing. I mean, LOOK at me! I’m not gonna beat up a lot of people. LAWLZ.
Saniti: And yet you’re a competitor, are you not?
Q: It just takes a little more CREATIVITY then, doesn’t it? That’s the FUN part!

Q takes a sip of his tea and offers up some of the cookies to Saniti. Saniti helps himself and wets his whistle before continuing.

Saniti: I couldn’t agree more, dear boy. However, I wonder… Has ANYONE ever REALLY managed to raise your ire?
Q: Ummmmmmm Not YET? I mean, I was kind of upset when Kaijin Shinryu got offended when I threw a tea party for him. But other than that, no. No real HICCUPS. Everyone’s pretty cool around here.
Saniti: He was a rude man to slight the trouble you went through. Unfortunately, it seems the fates have opted to pit us against each other for the time being. Do you have any preference on how we should go about this predicament?
Q: Well, as long as it’s fair and enjoyable for everyone watching, I’m Quite all right with whatever we have to do. You seem like a cool cat, a happenin’ guy.

Q points his fingers at Saniti playfully, which gives Saniti a bit of a chuckle.

Saniti: Likewise, I’m certain, dear boy. Had it been up to me, you and I would have been scheduled to meet in singles action. I much prefer to allow the whole tag team mess be decided by established teams. If you’ll pardon the pun, it’s just not my cup of tea.
Q: The whole tag team thing can get kinda… messy. Yanno? I prefer battle royals. More people… And they’re all paying attention to themselves, which means I can sneak up and look in their bags.

Saniti seems taken aback by the odd confession.

Saniti: Why on Earth would you want to look in other people’s bags? That’s a bit… Off-putting.
Q: I dunno. Not for anything bad. But you can tell an awful lot about people with the things that’re in their bags, I bet.
Saniti: Indeed. Now, what are your feelings about your team mates? I believe mine to be pretentious, barbaric, self-absorbed, and rude.

“Nickel Sized Hail,” by Sunny Ledford Ft. Colt Ford blasts through the PA system. The arena goes black and thunder fills the air followed by lightning striking causing white pyro to launch up the entire ramp, and "Nickel Sized Hail" hits the pa-system. The lights return just as Cory Steel and Slam 2 come walking from the back their manager Victor Creed following behind them. They make it ringside and see Q and Saniti still sitting at their table, calmly sipping their tea. The Devil’s Men look puzzled as they stalk up the stairs and into the ring. The two start yapping at their partner, trying to get him to clear this mess for the match. They continue to scream at Q, who shrinks back a bit at their tone.

Suddenly, “The Dying Breed,” by Five Finger Death Punch,” shatters the airwaves. A mass of green and blue swirling spotlights fly into action, twirling overhead of the fans in attendance. As the guttural lyrics rip the roof of the place, and the chugging instrumentals blare from speakers around the arena, multicolored pin spots flash and swirl around the fans.

After a few moments of anticipation, Johnathan Cable and Sebastian St. Paul make their way out on to the stage where they pose for the booing fans, and then make their way to the ring shirking any hands that dart their way. The crowd jeers loudly as the newcomers make their way down to their corner, practically parroting the actions of the Devil’s Men to their own partner. Saniti finishes his cup and quietly sets it down, picking up the microphone. Just as he’s about to speak…

“Back in Black,” by AC/DC breaks the tension. The crowd raises the rafters. He stands atop the ramp, waiting for the fans to finish and calm down before speaking.

Skylar: Saniti, Q… I hate to break up your little party, but these people paid to see some wrestling, not some heart-warming little getting-to-know-you session. The way I see it, you can clear that ring and join the match…

The crowd pops mildly at the suggestion.

Skylar: OR… since the two of you are so against tag teaming… You can get the hell out of my ring and get lost. The choice is yours, kids. And Saniti… Since this is your debut, I’d choose VERY wisely. As for you, Q… I’m disappointed.

Q flashes Saniti a small glare for getting him in trouble. Saniti shrugs and doffs his hat. With a single puff of smoke, the entire table and chairs set vanishes!

Saniti: The choice is yours, my dear Q.

Q ponders for a few seconds and then steps onto the ring apron, joining his team mates in their corner. Saniti looks displeased as he bows slightly and joins his own team.

MATCH THREE
Six-Person Tag Team Match
The Devil's Men & Q vs. The New Breed & Nathan Saniti
Referee: Manny Cruz
Details: It looks like John Cable and Cory Steele are going to start things off as Manny Cruz calls for the bell. The Bear and the Beast circle each other and go in for a tie-up.

Both men jockey for position as finally, Steele backs Cable to the neutral corner. Cruz calls for the break. Reluctantly, Steele backs away, but not before landing a knife-edge chop to Cable’s chest. Steele delivers another hard chop, reddening Cable’s chest. Steel grabs Cable by the wrist and slings him hard into the opposite turnbuckle, causing the massive man to wilt in the corner. Cable is slow to get to his feet. Cory measures him and waits for just the right moment as he stalks him from the center of the squared circle.

John finally makes it to his feet, and Cory slides in behind him with a full nelson as he locks it in. John struggles for a moment with the submission and Cory tries to lift him over for the slam, but John locks his leg around the leg of the Bear, and blocks it. Cory goes for the slam again, but John locks his leg around Cory’s once more blocking the move, and then reaches up behind his head, grabbing onto Cory, and drops straight down to the mat, nailing Cory in the chin with a huge head butt! The Bear lets go to grab his face and John wastes no time now getting to his corner and tags in Saniti.

Slam staggers to his own corner and manages to get Q into the fray! The crowd goes crazy as the two oddballs are prepared to meet for the first time in the ring. Saniti and Q circle each other, sizing one another up. They go in for a tie… NO! They’re hugging? They break the embrace and Saniti holds his chin contemplating his next move. They circle again and go in for another hug. This time it’s Q’s turn to break the hold. Saniti bounces off the ropes and runs into a huge bear hug from Q. Cruz goes in to see if Saniti wants to give up, but Q loosens his grip.

Sebastian pops into the ring again and spins Saniti around. He demands that Saniti take the contest seriously. Saniti shrugs and politely waves SSP back to the corner. SSP obliges reluctantly. Saniti returns his attention to Q and meets him in the center of the ring, nose to nose. They quickly back away and come to a half-standing position. Are they playing pattycake? Faster and faster they go until finally, their arms are merely a blur of slapping sounds. An errant smack sends Q flying backwards into his corner. The Bear tags in. He immediately heads full steam at Saniti, being greeted with a drop toe hold. Saniti delivers several quick elbow drops to the back of the Bear’s head, disorienting him. He spins Steele over onto his back and begins hopping in a semi-circle he does a back flip and splashes across Steele, going for the cover. Cruz drops for the count!

1…2…Thr..NO!

Saniti delivers another elbow drop and invites Q into the match. Again, Saniti hops around Steele with the March Hare Hop. After the splash, he invites Q to do the same. After a few seconds of watching and assimilating the idea, Q exectues the same move. Getting caught up in the moment, he goes for the cover, but Cruz pulls him off and orders him out of the ring. With the ref distracted, Saniti pegs Steele with another hat pin. Saniti pulls Steele over and tags in SSP! Sebastian climbs through the ropes as the fresh man, and measures the Bear as he gets to his feet. SSP grabs his arm and Irish Whips him into the ropes, launches off of the opposite side, and tosses Cory over with a well-executed Arm Drag.

Cory quickly gets to his feet, where SSP again Irish Whips him into the ropes, and tosses him again with a Hip Toss. Cory, again, quickly gets to his feet and rushes Sebastian, who throws him again with a Japanese Arm Drag. Frustrated now, Cory slams his fists into the mat, and rushes SSP again, who ducks a Clothes Line, and answers with a kick to the midsection as Cory spins on him. SSP grabs Cory by the head, and throws his arm over his neck, and drops the Bear with a neckbreaker out of nowhere.

Not just any neckbreaker, but the neckbreaker he calls the Incarceration!

1 ...

2 ...

Slam rushes in to break up the count, but Cable is there to meet him. The two tumble out of the ring and there is no one left to stop the three count. As the victorious team celebrates, Trauma goes to a commercial break.

Winners: The New Breed and Nathan Saniti via Pinfall

Na-cho Fast/Kaard Subject to Change
Details: (The arena lights go out. Suddenly the sounds of guitars pierce through the silence. A spotlight shines on the entrance. The crowd starts to murmur, having an inkling who this man might be. As the guitars get louder, Rick Majors appears in the entrance way, the spotlight directly on him and no one else.)

Jerry Andrews: Rick Majors…the man who defeated “Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght at Collision Course.

Al Laiman: It was only by count-out, Jerry. It doesn’t really count.

Jerry Andrews: It’s a win in the victory books, Al. And we don’t know how that match would have actually ended if Showtime would have stayed and fought.

Al Laiman: Well obviously, Skylar Marshall had an important piece of business to discuss with Showtime. Rick Majors should be happy that he got to step into the ring with someone as refined as “The Biggest Frickin’ Superstar” Michael Wryght.

(Rick stares out at the crowd, attempting to compose himself, and shortly after, makes his way down the entrance ramp.)

["You drink the wise blood
You're gonna hear about it
You'll be taken down brick by brick by brick
Burn the orphanage
You're gonna pay for it
They will purify block by block by block"]

Jerry Andrews: Rick is a very accomplished grappler in his own right, having won numerous wrestling accolades throughout his career. In one promotion, he’s even a Hall of Famer.

Al Laiman: Is that promotion Pure Class Wrestling?

Jerry Andrews: Well, no. But…

Al Laiman: …there’s no need for ‘buts.’ The only but that’s going to be needed is the butt that Majors and Nacho are going to kick- each other’s!

(Majors stands at the top of the ramp, staring out at nothing in particular.)

["'Demons
Come on
You've got a vision
You're on a mission
Demons
Live on
And when I die, hang me high"]

Jerry Andrews: You have to wonder what kind of shape Nacho Grande is in tonight. He and Kaard literally almost broke the house down at Collision Course.

Al Laiman: I suspect the shape Nacho’s in is round.

Jerry Andrews: …Seriously? That’s what you went with?

Al Laiman: Hey, round’s a shape!

(Majors then slowly walks down to the ring, as the spotlight follows him. Rick climbs the ring steps and pauses. He turns towards the crowd, standing on the ring apron.)

["They're gonna bury you
They're gonna finish
They're gonna stand em up six by six by six
You pull the hood back
I wanna know
Which way will the heavenly go?

Taken down, taken down, taken down"]

Al Laiman: This guy has to have the longest entry time in all of PCW. Just get in the ring already.

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

Mark Long: From Toronto, Ontario, Canada…weighing in at 227 pounds…Rick Majors!

["Demons
Live on
And when I die, hang me high

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

(The lights in the arena then come back on as Majors circles the ring, awaiting the arrival of his opponent.)

[NACHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

OHHH OHHH OHHH OH OH!
OHHH OHHH OHHH OH OH!
OHHH OHHH OHHH OH OH!
OHHH OHHH OHHH OH OH!]

(The opening chorus of New Kids on the Block's, “Hangin' Tough” blares throughout the Pure Class Arena, marking what should be the arrival of the “Fafú Luchador.)

[Listen up everybody if you wanna take a chance
Just get on the floor and do the New Kids dance
Don't worry about nothin' cause it won't take long
We're gonna put you in a trance with a funky song!

CAUSE YOU GOTTA BE HANGIN' TOUGH
HANGIN' TOUGH, HANGIN' TOUGH!

We're ROUGH!

OHHH OHHH OHHH OH OH!
OHHH OHHH OHHH OH OH!
OHHH OHHH OHHH OH OH!
OHHH OHHH OHHH OH OH!]

(Moments pass, but Nacho Grande does not make his way out.)

Jerry Andrews: Where is Nacho Grande?

Al Laiman: If he knew what was good for him, he'd be hiding underneath his bed somewhere.

Jerry Andrews: He'd already have the pajamas and everything.

Al Laiman: Exactly.

[Everybody's always talkin' 'bout who's on top
Don't cross our path cause you're gonna get stopped
We ain't gonna give anybody any slack
And if you try to keep us down, we're gonna come right back!

CAUSE YOU GOTTA BE HANGIN' TOUGH
HANGIN' TOUGH, HANGIN' TOUGH!

Are you tough enough?]

(At that very second, the music cuts off and at the very same time, the very recognizable voice of Skylar Marshall be heard.)

Skylar Marshall: Not so fast! Turn that crap off. I know one person not tough enough...Nacho Grande!

(The fans boo at, not only the insult, but the sight of Skylar stepping from behind the entrance curtain. Skylar isn't alone, as he is with a man that looks to be of Indian descent and is wearing a nice suit, tailing behind him.)

Jerry Andrews: Why is Skylar out here?

Al Laiman: It'd probably be best to call him, Mr. Marshall, Jerry. And I don't know. I'm sure he's about to tell us though!

(Marshall walks onto the center stage and as he does, you can tell that he has a microphone in his hand. After waiting a few moments for the booing to die down, Skylar brings the mic to his mouth and speaks.)

Skylar Marshall: I'm not going to waste a lot of time out here right now. I'm a very busy man and I have a lot to do. But standing behind me here is Dr. Harry Suresh.

(The man in back moves up a little and taps Skylar on the shoulder. Skylar sharply turns around and gives the doctor a death glare. Dr. Suresh takes the initiative, however, and begins trying to speak into the microphone.)

Dr. Suresh: Mr. Marshall, Sir, it's actually...

Skylar Marshall: ...Did I say it was your turn to speak, Harry? You were to come out here and confirm some news for me. You understand?

Dr. Suresh: …

Skylar Marshall: NOW it's time for you to speak, Doc.

Dr. Suresh: Yes Sir. I understand.

Skylar Marshall: Good, now speak. What did you want to say to me that was so important that you had to interrupt me?

Dr. Suresh: It's just that my name is Harold, Sir. Not Harry.

(The fans cheer at the fact that this man stood up for himself. But if you can see the look in Skylar's eyes, you can tell how utterly annoyed and disappointed he is. After what must have seemed like an eternity for Harold Suresh [but in reality was only a matter of seconds], Skylar breaks the stare and smiles and then lets out a hearty laugh.)

Skylar Marshall: Hahahaha. That's it? No worries, Mr. Suresh. I'll remember that. See, I'm not such a bad guy. Anyway,...

(Skylar turns his attention back to the PCW Faithful to address them.)

Skylar Marshall: ...the man out here with me tonight is Dr. Harold Suresh; PCW's Certified Athletic Trainer. Unfortunately, he has informed me of a bit of bad news. See, as luck has it, both Nacho Grande and Justin Kaard were unable to be cleared to compete here tonight due to the carnage that they both went through at Collision Course 3 in their Pain of Glass Match. Isn't that right, Mr. Suresh?

Dr. Suresh: Mr. Marshall, it's actually Doctor Suresh, not Mister.

Skylar Marshall: Don't push it, Doc. Just answer the question.

Dr. Suresh: Sorry Sir. Yes, it is indeed true that Mr. Grande and Mr. Kaard were unable to meet my guidelines for competition for their matches tonight.

Skylar Marshall: Thank you, Cat. You are dismissed.

(Dr. Suresh turns and exits behind the curtain.)

Jerry Andrews: Whoa! Nacho Grande and Justin Kaard are out tonight's matches. Shocking!

Al Laiman: You know what they always say. The card is subject to change.

Jerry Andrews: Now, what does that mean for Rick Majors and Murdoc?

Al Laiman: I'm sure, Mr. Marshall is going to let us know soon.

Skylar Marshall: So with Kaard and Nacho needing time to recuperate, a few things had to shift around. Instead, of Kaard squaring off against Murdoc and Nacho fending off “Mr. Down with the System” Rick Majors...

...oh, and Rick, be careful. I AM the system and I WILL re-establish law around here. That's why you will be competing against Murdoc!

(The fans have a mixed reaction for the announcement. Seconds later, Murdoc emerges from backstage.)

Skylar Marshall: Good luck to you, Mr. Murdoc. Good luck to you as well, Mr. Majors. You'll both need it. I'm sure one of you more than the other.

(“Xerxes” by Audiomachine kicks in. The steady thump of the bass fills the arena like a heartbeat, and Murdoc makes his way down to ringside. As he's walking, the feed switches to a commercial.)

MATCH FOUR
Singles Match
Murdoc vs. Rick Majors
Referee: Roberto Garcia
Details: The bell rings while Murdoc is getting himself ready in the corner and he doesn’t anticipate the fire in Majors’ gut coming into this match. The relative newcomer comes storming out of his corner and ambushes the lanky veteran with a barrage of Elbow Smashes, forcing him back into the turnbuckles immediately. There is no give in the impressive Majors’ resolve as he ploughs forward with a series of high and vicious Roundhouse Kicks to the temple of Murdoc.

The larger man tries to cover up and shelter the storm but Majors hits kick after kick after kick and enough connect to force Murdoc down into a seated position in the corner. With his opponent stunned, Majors reels back the reins for a moment which allows Murdoc to recover slightly. Majors doesn’t leave his target for long, however, and is soon back on the attack. He rushes toward the corner and jumps up for a Running Clothesline… only for Murdoc to move. Crashing and burning into the top turnbuckle, Majors bounces backwards clutching his chest while Murdoc tries to recover.

While his opponent is stunned, Murdoc gets his senses back and goes on the offensive. He grabs Majors and hauls him into the air, looking to set him up for the ‘Back To Basics’ but Majors reverses this time, slipping over his shoulders and landing on his feet. As Murdoc turns to see where his opponent is, Rick lashes out with an instinctive Solebutt to the midsection, followed straight away by a brutal Side Kick to the side of the head.

Murdoc hits the mat and tries to scramble back to his feet, clearly panicking at the one-sided nature of the match so far. Majors is waiting for him when he reaches his gangly base, however, and he immediately lands a toe kick to the midsection and locks up both arms for the Major Impact. The crowd jumps to its feet, anticipating the end of the match, but Murdoc pushes out with his power and…

…the crowd erupts into massive boos and jeers just like the Fireball that engulfs the face of Majors! As Majors goes down clutching his face in pain and shock, Roberto Garcia calls for the bell straight away and disqualifies Murdoc for an illegal attack. Majors rolls around on the mat but Murdoc shows no remorse, merely staring back at Garcia as if he’s been wronged. He looks deeply at the referee with what seems to be grave intent, staring into his soul… before shrugging and walking off toward the back, passed by a torrent of EMT’s along the way.

Winner: Rick Majors via Disqualification

MATCH FIVE
Non-Title Tag Team Match
Sea Men (Tag Team ©) vs. Ace Anderson & “Unbreakable” Benjamin Banks
Referee: Austin Shaw
Details: In a surprising twist, this match starts off with the newly crowned PCW Tag Team Champions, High Tide and Wasp, being announced first. Of course, they were announced as, “The Sea Men,” but when they made it down to ringside, High Tide immediately grabbed the microphone and announced to the PCW Faithful that they are sick and tired of being known as The Sea Men. That's the name the PCW Faithful and Alejandro Walker labeled them as, and now that they're champions, they refuse to go by it. Instead, High Tide wanted the team to be known as, “The Flying Freebooters.”

The PCW Faithful laughed in response. The newly-christened Flying Freebooters were not as amused.

Wasp snatched the microphone from High Tide's hand and demanded that everyone show them respect and stop laughing. The PCW Faithful responded by laughing even louder. Wasp then stated he had enough and he and Hide Tide would take it out on Benjamin Banks and Ace Anderson.

That's when Ace Anderson's music played and out-stepped Banks and Anderson. The best friends and former tag team made their way down to ringside, but as they got down to ring, The Flying Freebooters flew by jumping over the top-rope and landing on the two men at ringside. High Tide and Wasp then rolled both Ace and Banks into the ring and followed them in. Banks and Anderson however were first to their feet and began to brawl right back. After a few moments, Referee Shaw was able to regain order and made Anderson and High Tide go to their respective corners.

For the next several minutes, The Flying Freebooters worked over Banks quite efficiently, Tide and Wasp showing why they're the tag team champions by working together and tagging in and out. Ace Anderson was never really able to make it into the match, as the team kept the rusty Benjamin Banks from tagging in his Hall of Famer tag team partner.

It should be noted that, around the six minute mark, while the action in the ring was going on, the team of Johnathan Cable and Sebastian St. Paul, better known as the team of The New Breed, stood at the top of the entrance ramp, watching what was unfolding in the ring- as if they were mentally taking notes.

At roughly the ten minute mark, The Flying Freebooters picked up the pinfall victory. The finishing sequence saw High Tide, the legal man, pin Benjamin Banks after nailing him with the Off The Plank, while Ace Anderson was held at bay by Wasp. Ace Anderson was never able to make it into the match. Following the victory, The New Breed, looking quite dismissively, exited to the back.

Winner: Sea Men via Pinfall

MATCH SIX
Genesis Championship Match
Genesis Rules
Eira (©) vs. Andy D
Referee: Tyrone Little
Details: “Hypest Hype” pounds form the P.A. system as Andy D takes to the stage, he bounces around a bit before breaking into an excited burst into the air as his pyro goes off. Energized and limber, he makes his way to the ring, taking a few moments to greet the fans before slipping into the ring. “Untouchable” slowly rumbles to life, the ramp being engulfed by a dense fog before Eira takes to the stage, sporting her usually robes and a new addition – the PCW Genesis Title resting on her should. She ignores the crowd, staring at only Andy D as she approaches the ring. She enters the ring slowly, wiping off her feet before stepping in. She hands her belt to PCW Official Tyrone Little, who joists it into the air signifying that it is a title match.

He points to the tron, a fifteen minute timer showing in the right corner, before calling for the bell. The two instantly engage in a test of strength in the middle of the ring, after pushing back and forth from both, it seems as though they are dead even. Andy steps back, and Eira rushes forward, D hits a quick arm drag. Eira rises, rushes in, Andy goes for another – but she does an aerial cartwheel. Landing on her feet, she turns and takes Andy D’s right arm and pops her hips, taking him up and over with a basic hip throw. He rushes to his feet, and Eira goes for another – but he simply rolls across her back. Eira turns, Andy D goes for a enzuigiri, but Eira ducks the kick. Andy D rises, turns, Eira plants a spinning back heel kick into his gut.

She jumps on to Andy D’s neck as he begins to rise, spins around, and hits a beautiful inverted hurricanrana – but Andy rolls across the canvas and stands. The two look at each other, then fans going absolutely wild. Andy D offers a smirk and a slight bow, Eira simply begins to circle. The two lock up once again, and Andy D takes the initiative. Pulling away, he applies an arm wrench before pulling her in for a snapmare. As she goes down, he hits a dropkick across her back before going for the pin.

…..

No count, as Eira is quick to kick out. Andy D steps back, letting her rise before hitting a standing vertical dropkick. Eira drops, but instantly springs back up, and as Andy D rises she hits him with another spinning back heel kick. This time, she steps to the side, takes Andy D’s right arm, wrenches it, and pulls him directly into a roundhouse kick. But before Andy D can fall, she pulls him into a body clinch. She floats him over, hitting a side belly-to-belly suplex, and rolls across Andy D’s body, hooking his left arm and right leg and bridging into a pin.

1….

Kick out, and the fans seem to pop for the rather imaginative pin. Andy D rises, and Eira quickly closes the distance and starts in with a bit of dirty boxing from the clinch. She hits several elbows, before topping it off with a knee. She breaks, hits the ropes, but is caught on the rebound with a hurricanrana from Andy D – but she rolls through. Andy D turns, Eira hits a hurricanrana! Andy D rolls through – he goes for one, Eira catches him – tosses him into the air, steps back, dropkicks Andy D right in the abdomen as he’s coming down, quickly going for the cover.

1…..
2……

Andy D kicks out, and the crowd goes wild. Eira steps back, waiting for Andy D to rise, and quickly hits the ropes and goes for the spear – but Andy D jumps over it, Eira stops immediately and turns around. She goes for a close-range elbow, but Andy D counters with his own! The two begin to go for blow, as the counter reaches the ten second mark – and Murdoc appears on the screen. Both of them continue to battle back and forth, neither seeming to the get the advantage, and Murdoc eerily counts down with the timer in the corner of the tron.

3…
2….
1….

The tron suddenly cuts out, and Tyrone Little calls for the bell.

Winner: Draw via Time Limit

(Dis)Affection?
Details: As the match is declared a draw, the lights in the arena dim down and a spotlight drifts up to the stage to greet the ominous figure of Murdoc who strides out with a typically evil disposition. As he stops, Eira’s music begins to play as the reigning champion and she begins to make her way up the ramp before her associate catches her eye.

Noticing that Eira has seen him, Murdoc gives an uneasy smile back as if to offer some kind of affection and support after a frustrating draw. Eira, on the other hand, makes her way begrudgingly up the ramp with a displeased expression written across her face. The scene is tinged with tension as Eira joins up with Murdoc and stands by his side, holding the Genesis Title tight while Andy D looks up at the referee. The confusion after the distraction and the expiration of the time limit only fuel his disorientation as he tries to figure out what is going on.

One Last Hurrah
Details: “Pain Redefined” hits the PA system and Ace Anderson appears from behind the curtain holding a microphone. He’s no longer dressed in his wrestling gear, instead opting for a sport coat and slacks. He walks slowly to the ring, surveying the fans in attendance and taking in their reaction.

He reaches the ring and climbs through the second rope, calling for the crew to cut his music.

Ace Anderson: Pure Class Wrestlers, Pure Class Faithful, you don’t hear my voice much anymore, but Ace Anderson has a few things to say!

The crowd, surprisingly, cheers at this.

Ace Anderson: Once upon a time you would have booed to see my face, jeered to hear my voice, and I’m glad that’s changed. If anything it’s proof that loyalty breeds loyalty. Which is something I want to talk about, but I’ll get to that later. The first thing I want to say is to congratulate my long-time friend Benjamin Banks on his return to Pure Class Arena! What did you all think of his performance tonight?

He raises his hands above his head to incite a pop from the crowd, receiving somewhat of a mixed reaction after their loss earlier in the night.

Ace Anderson: What a way to return; a match against the tag team champions! You haven’t seen the last of Benjamin Banks, I’ll tell you that much. And speaking of old friends, that’s the other reason I’m here. Friends of old, and enemies as well.

The crowd begins to buzz in anticipation.

Ace Anderson: Even though it’s twenty-thirteen, somehow Ace Anderson can’t escape two-thousand-seven. Which is a bit of bad and a bit of good. Of course, it was a banner year for PCW in so many ways, even if it wasn’t a banner year for me. It also marked a deal I made with a certain Skylar Marshall...

The crowd boos at this.

Ace Anderson: And the biggest mistake of my life when I turned on my old friend, Lantlas.

The crowd boos louder.

Ace Anderson: But wait, wait! We all know how it turned out; Lantlas retained his World Title and all was well in the PCW Universe. This villain did not defeat the day! But as Skylar Marshall seemed keen on revealing, his business with Ace Anderson didn’t end in oh-seven.

The crowd continues to boo, now not for Ace but for Skylar Marshall.

Ace Anderson: Skylar, you decided to call for the bell at Collision Course before I could put away Whitey Ford and become the NEW INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION!

The crowd cheers at the prospect.

Ace Anderson: I’ll tell you just one thing, Skylar: The next time you stick your hooked nose in Ace Anderson’s business, you’ll need to sell your shares in Pure Class Entertainment to cover the medical bills. Beyond that, however, you’re not worth my breath.

The crowd erupts at the threat!

Ace Anderson: And in truth, Pure Class Faithful, my business in the not-so-distant future lies in this very ring against ‘The Asshole’ Whitey Ford. Remember what I said about loyalty breeding loyalty, Whitey? I’m not sure exactly how aligned your interests are with Skylar Marshall’s. But I speak from experience when I say his interests are only ever his own. They say it’s better to be the devil’s right hand than in his path. Well, Whitey, I’m sure you can imagine what the devil does with that dirty hand...

The crowd gives a huge comedic pop at this!

Ace Anderson: Either way, Whitey, I want my re-match. No time limits, rule gimmicks, and without a stoner and a sadist in the way. Without Skylar Marshall involved. Put simply, Whitey, I want you. I want to congratulate you for keeping that title. You earned it when you won it, and you’ve earned it still. You may have only defended it once, but you did so against me. Few men have defended a title against Ace Anderson and kept it around their waist. In truth there may have only been two.

The crowd begins buzzing once more.

Ace Anderson: You...

The crowd boos at this.

Ace Anderson: And... Lantlas!

And the crowd goes wild!

Ace Anderson: Which brings me to my final reason for being here. Hold on... gotta get the laundry list.

Ace Anderson reaches into the pocket of his slacks, removing a small scrap of paper. He looks it over, muttering to himself into the microphone.

Ace Anderson (muffled): Rep Ben Banks ... diss Skylar ... plant Whitey Ford rematch ... ah! Here we go! (Speaking clearly now) Lantlas, old friend, I’m challenging you to a match at Mass Destruction 3!

PCW’s Faithful scream and cheer until Ace raises his hands for them to quiet down.

Ace Anderson: I want this to be just you and I. No title, no grudge, no contract with Skylar. Just two of the classics wrestling like we used to. Leaving it all in this very ring. Even though you’ve constantly bested me when the big prize is on the line, I’d love to make a final poetic journey down the Elven Path, for better or worse.

He pauses to let the crowd pop once more.

Ace Anderson: And if you’re confused about what will happen to Ace Anderson vs. Whitey Ford, rest assured, that match is slated in stone. I’m simply willing to step aside and let another man, somebody who deserves it, challenge Ford for the title. If they defeat Ford, so be it. Once I’m done with Whitey, they’ll have themselves a challenger in Ace Anderson. But if Whitey Ford is half the man I think he is, half as tough as I know he is, I’ll still be able to take the belt from him after I’ve had my rematch with the Elven Warrior. Until next time!

Ace Anderson drops the microphone and “Pain Redefined” picks up where it left off. He exits the ring saluting the fans and slapping hands as he makes his way to the back.

Laying The Law
Details: (Following a commercial break, the camera cuts to Skylar Marshall, Whitey Ford, and Michael Wryght all standing inside what appears to be Skylar's office. You can immediately hear the PCW Faithful boo in the background.

Skylar and Michael are both wearing suits, while Whitey is dressed in a slightly worn-looking wife-beater, a backwards, “I Hate Massholes” trucker cap, and a pair of tattered jeans. He also has the PCW International Championship clenched in his hand by the leather strap, letting the gold and other parts drape onto the floor with utter disrespect.

Without delay, Skylar begins speaking.)

Skylar Marshall: Mr. Ford, Mr. Showtime, thank you for taking time to speak with me tonight.

“Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght: My pleasure, boss.

“THE Asshole” Whitey Ford: *looking at Showtime* Kiss ass. *looking back at Skylar* What's up?

Skylar Marshall: The reason for this meeting is because you are two of the first guys that I think of when I envision the new Pure Class Wrestling.

Whitey, you're a guy who, after years of catering to the fans, realized that you can't please everybody all of the time and doing things by your own terms. Now you stand here today PCW International Champion, having defeated the fabled Grimm for the title and retaining it over that pea-brained Darren Hughes, the powerhouse Scythe, and the Hall-of-Famer Ace Anderson. You are someone I see that has a lot to offer Pure Class Wrestling, and the way you were treated by “The Icemann” and Alejandro Walker was pathetic. If you work with me, kid, I'll definitely work with you.

And Showtime...Michael, you are such a talented wrestler. And notice how I didn't say performer. Or showman. And that's because, despite you fitting both of those descriptions, you should be remembered as one of the greatest wrestlers not only in Pure Class Wrestling, but in all of sports and entertainment. And what happened instead? Luis...a man that's suppose to be your friend, a man who I thought would always do best for business...Luis holds you back. He penalizes you for your ability to connect with the fans. He keeps you on the undercard when you deserve to be the marquee. And why? Jealousy? Bitterness? Who knows what his cockamamie motives might have been.

Mike, I told you, if you would sell me your share of PCW stocks, that I would do everything I could to right the injustices you have suffered. And what did I do? I got Luis removed from running the day-to-day activities of Pure Class Wrestling and you will be given your match for the World Championship at Mass Destruction 3.

Mr. Showtime: Speaking of my shot, Marshall, I'm not a stupid man. I know that the most likely of scenarios has me going into Mass Destruction winning the World Championship not only by defeating Rhodes but that thorn-in-my-side Phinehas as well. So, before you say it...I welcome the challenge. Now the match that I promised the fans for Collision Course can come true. And what better stage to do that than the biggest stage in all of sports and entertainment?

Skylar Marshall: I'm glad you feel that way, Michael, because that's exactly what's going to happen. Unfortunately, Luis was able to get the clause of a rematch in the legal language of the contract for Rhodes-Grimm in-case the match ended in a draw or a no contest. But I was able to secure your title match by making it a Triple Threat Match. Which leads us to tonight. For both of you men.

Tonight is the night that we take back Pure Class Wrestling. Tonight is the night where we begin bricking our foundation and bringing the law back to Pure Class Wrestling. Tonight, Ford and Wryght, together, will show the PCW Faithful that they are the top dogs in Pure Class Wrestling. Not Grimm. Not that farce of a champion Rhodes. Not Eira. Not Murdoc. Not Ace Anderson. Not Rick Majors. Not Andy D. But Whitey Ford and Michael Wryght. You two are the class of Pure Class Wrestling right now. I want you guys to go out there and show everyone else just that fact!

(And with Michael and Whitey looking on, the feed cuts to commercial.)

MAIN EVENT
Non-Title Tag Team Match
Sean Rhodes (World ©) & Grimm vs. "THE Asshole" Whitey Ford (INT ©) & "Mr. Showtime" Michael Wryght
Referee: Eddie Lane
Details: MAIN EVENT
Non-Title Tag Team Match
Sean Rhodes (World ©) & Grimm vs. "THE Asshole" Whitey Ford (INT ©) & "Mr. Showtime" Michael Wryght
Referee: Eddie Lane

The main event is ready to start! Michael Wryght and Whitey Ford opting to enter separately, the team of Grimm and Sean Rhodes opting to do the same. Judging by entrances alone, it seems as though this is going to be a rocky road for both teams. Showtime and Rhodes starting off for their respective teams, a tag team match of this caliber is MORE than enough to headline any major pay-per-view.

Rhodes and Showtime locking up, Rhodes immediately drops to grab a single-leg takedown attempt but is forced back up by Showtime who is met with a front headlock. Showtime slipping out with a beautiful arm wringer, Rhodes spins out and drops to his back ... sweeping the inside of Showtime’s leg and taking control of Wryght with a front ankle lock. With a sudden burst of explosiveness. Wryght shoves Rhodes violently away and back into the corner.

Showtime quickly moving to his feet, he forces Rhodes back into the corner and they jockey for position along the ring ropes ... leading them back into Wryght’s corner where Whitey is abruptly tagged in. Whitey changing the pace as soon as he enters, he takes it to Rhodes with Wryght throwing some vicious shots for good measure. The referee looking after Showtime’s exit from the ring, Rhodes is left to Whitey’s mercy ... being choked out in the corner until Lane turns to catch up on the current action.

Rhodes pushing his way out of the corner, staggering towards the center of the ring ... Whitey rushes his back. Rhodes hears the footsteps and drops Whitey with a modified drop toe hold, nearly re-arranging his facial features. Rhodes begins to make his way over to his corner and whether it be through miscommunication or just lack of chemistry, Grimm misses the tag to Rhodes and Whitey takes the chance to squash Rhodes in the corner.

Whitey on top of things, he drags Rhodes back across the ring towards his own corner and tag in Showtime. Quick tags being the name of the game, it’s doing enough to keep Rhodes off-balance and left in a disadvantageous position. With no hesitation, Showtime takes it right back to Rhodes and peppering him with lefts and rights. A duck and Rhodes is back into the fight ... clobbering Showtime with his own haymakers that leaves Showtime backpedalling.

Rhodes swoops in and hoists Showtime, running and planting him with a spinebuster that leaves him an opening to make the tag to Grimm. Grimm rushing in and taking advantage of the sudden momentum shift, it’s all Grimm and it’s absolute devastation. Ace rushes in to try and keep things firmly in his team’s control, but Grimm is ready and waiting with a barrage of strikes that leave Ace hunched in his corner ... being berated and escorted from the ring.

Grimm and Whitey going at it now, Whitey catches Grimm from behind with an eye rake that leaves him staggering. Whitey snapping off a violent kick to the back of Grimm’s head, Grimm drops to a knee. Whitey knows that he has to take it to Grimm in order to have a chance at conquering the beast. Grimm fighting with Whitey every step of the way, back and forth ... tooth and nail ... neither man backing down. It’s a battle of iron wills ... but unfortunately, in this one instance?

Grimm’s is stronger and he manages to drop Whitey with a burst shoulderblock, leaving Grimm close to his corner. Instead of tagging in Rhodes (as he is insisting Grimm does), Grimm grabs Whitey and whips him into the ropes. Whitey rebounding off, he ducks under a clothesline and manages to nail Grimm with a tilt-a-whirl hurricanrana that leaves him controlling the pace. Tagging in Showtime, Showtime quickly makes the pinfall attempt. Rhodes bursting in a breaking the three count up, the referee fights with Rhodes to get him out of the ring.

Whitey ... always up to his tricks and afraid of a Grimm resurrection ... grabs a steel chair and begins creeping towards the ring. He tosses it to Showtime across the ring and blasts Grimm in the stomach with it, doubling him over. Holding up the chair in front of Grimm’s head, Whitey dashes into the ring and manages to crack Grimm with a skateboard-style dropkick that leaves Grimm laid out to dry on the ring ropes.

The referee finally managing to get the vehemently protesting Sean Rhodes out of the ring, Rhodes takes it upon himself to chase Whitey down and proceeds to throw down with him on the outside. The referee chases the two down, while in the ring, Showtime is setting up for the Sweetness. Drilling Grimm with it, he casually lays himself across Grimm’s prone form ... his tag partner having to be separated from Whitey. The referee rushes back to the ring as soon as he sees the two legal men in a pinfall predicament.

Rhodes rushing to the ring as well, the referee hits the ring and makes the count.

1 ...

2 ...

Rhodes hits the ring ...

... 3!

... a split second too late and is unable to catch Showtime before the victory is awarded.

As Rhodes hits the ring just in time to watch Grimm get pinned, Whitey is hot on his tail and grabs at Rhodes’ feet and trips him from the outside, leaving Showtime the chance to rush Rhodes and stomp at him without mercy. Whitey slides in and begins to lend a helping hand, even going so far as catching a reviving Grimm. Smothering the pair with violent stomps and strikes, the show ends on a note of violence ... Michael Wryght and Whitey Ford standing tall over Grimm and the World Champion!

Winners: Michael Wryght and Whitey Ford via Pinfall

Back In Black
Details: After the bell rings, ‘Mr Showtime’ and Ford congregate in the middle of the ring and have their hands raised by Referee Lane. The two men share a mischievous look at each other and then down to the two PCW legends laying on the mat, clearly thinking evil thoughts yet again.

With both the formidable Grimm and World Champion Rhodes out for the count and defenceless, the duo treat them like garbage and proceeds to dispose of them, kicking their bodies toward the ropes. The PCW responds with a chorus of deafening boos, getting loud enough to drown out the sound of two bodies hitting the outside with a dull thud.

As if it’s possible, the boos grow to an unimaginable level when the first heavy guitar notes hit of the ominous ‘Back In Black’ by AC/DC. Sure enough, to the ire of the entire crowd, Skylar Marshall strolls out onto the stage and both remaining men in the ring look up to see him. Before they can react, Marshall simply raises his hands and begins to clap (albeit inaudibly because of the continued rapturous boos from the crowd) while shouting… nay screaming “BRAVO!” at the top of his voice.

Inside the ring, Wryght and Ford smile at each other again and raise their hands as if to take applause from the baying crowd. The camera returns to the top of the stage and the imposing figure of Skylar Marshall once again shouting “BRAVO!”

*CLICK*

Overview[/u]
Areas Draws Melissa McCool via No Contest
Tyrone Smith def MONROE via Pinfall
The New Breed and Nathan Saniti def The Devil’s Men and Q via Pinfall
Rick Majors def Murdoc via Disqualification
The Flying Freebooters def Ace Anderson and Benjamin Banks via Pinfall
Eira Draws Andy D via Time Limit
Michael Wryght and Whitey Ford def Grimm and Sean Rhodes via Pinfall

© 2013-2014 Pure Class Entertainment Group
All Rights Reserved.

Thanks to Luis, Chris and Shannon for all their help with writing. It’s VERY much appreciated as always. Also thanks to everybody that submitted segs and everyone who rp’d.[/size][/color]