Trauma 129 Results!

[Murdoc]

And In the Beginning ...

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Mark Long: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, Marshall's Law!

The feed opens up with Mark Long standing inside the ring and introducing The PCW Faithful in attendance to the newly-formed super group ... who respond accordingly by booing. As the camera cuts to the entrance stage, “The System” by The Black Pacific begins to play. From behind the entrance curtain first steps “Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght.

Showtime has a pair of white designer shoes, white dress pants, and a white leather 'varsity' jacket that has the words Marshall's Law written on the back in green and black.

Following Showtime onto the stage is The Flying Freebooters- both Freebooters are wearing the same jacket as Showtime, but also wearing their tag team championships around their waists. Wasp is wearing a pair of workers' boots and jeans, as well as no-shirt underneath his open jacket, while High Tide is wearing tattered 'pirate shorts,' his jacket, wrestling boots, and a pirate hat.

Out next is PCW International Champion Whitey Ford. “THE Asshole” himself. The PCW International Champion makes his arrival with the championship he's holding backwards-facing the camera. Ford is wearing a pair of black cargo shorts, black boots, and a white 'wife beater.' We only know Ford is wearing a wife beater because the jacket he's wearing, similar to the one the others are wearing, is tattered and ripped up on his frame.

And finally, making his way onto the stage, is PCW Minority Owner and President, Skylar Marshall. Skylar is wearing a customized business suit and shoes. He's sporting a slicked back ponytail and squared-framed glasses, and holding the same varsity jacket in his hand. The five men then make their way down the entrance ramp.

Jerry Andrews: Welcome everybody to PCW Tuesday Night Trauma! I'm Jerry Andrews at ringside with Al Laiman.

Al Laiman: It looks like we'll be kicking off the show with the newly-christened Marshall's Law. And look at those jackets, Jerry..

Jerry Andrews: They are nice.

Al Laiman: And look expensive.

Jerry Andrews: Except for Whitey's. That looks horrible.

Al Laiman: His probably cost the most!

Once at ringside, Skylar, Showtime, and Wasp enter the ring by climbing the ring steps and then stepping through the ropes. Hide Tide also climbs the ring steps, but instead jumps over the top rope, and Whitey just rolls underneath the ropes into the ring. Skylar then walks over to Mark and snatches the microphone from his hand. As he does so, “The System” fades out.

Skylar Marshall: Alright, Marky...out of the ring. The important people are here.

As Mark exits the ring, the boos from the PCW Faithful intensifies.

Jerry Andrews: The fans here tonight are really letting Marshall's Law know what they think about them.

Al Laiman: Jealousy is a hell of a trait.


What you see here is perhaps the greatest group of talent ever assembled. You're looking at the greatest International Champion in Pure Class Wrestling history in Whitey Ford. A man who has defeated Ace Anderson, Grimm, and the PCW World Champion Sean Rhodes. There are only a few people who can stand toe-to-toe with the man, and most of them are standing inside the ring with me here tonight.

More boos.

Let's move onto the Flying Freebooters. The Freebooters are the best tag team ever to step foot in a professional wrestling ring. And those PCW Tag Team Championships they have prove that.

Even more boos.

And last but not least, Michael Wryght. Showtime is the biggest superstar in all of sports and entertainment. It was with his connections and my business savvy, that we were able to secure a deal that brought Pure Class Wrestling LEONARDO as a mascot.

Jerry Andrews: If you're not sure what Skylar is referring to, Pure Class Entertainment Group has signed a deal that will bring Leonardo from the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles as the mascot for PCW.

Al Laiman: *softly and barely audible*[/i] Horrible decision.

Showtime is the future of the World Championship division, and it's only a matter of time before he defeats Sean Rhodes and Grimm to become the champion at Mass Destruction 3. Marshall's Law...a very fitting name for the group that stands before you today. A name that these four men will go into battle against Ace Anderson, Rick Majors, Grimm, and Sean Rhodes later on tonight with. A name that will resonate order around PCW. A name that will be victorious when all is said and done. And there's one man...one man...who I have invited to join us, that has yet to make his decision.

Jerry Andrews: I believe he's talking about Justin Kaard.

Justin Kaard...I offered you a chance to be apart of the future. This jacket in my hand tonight, the jacket that the men you see before you wear, is yours...all you have to do is tell us yes. I know you're in the building tonight. Mr. Kaard...we're expecting an answer. Please don't keep us waiting.

And with that, Skylar Marshall drops the microphone onto the mat. He and the rest of Marshall's Law begins to exit the ring as the feed fades to commercial.

***

HOURS AGO, BACKSTAGE AT THE PCW ARENA

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The scene fades in from black to the hallways back stage. After a few moments, Nathan Saniti traipses into view as he skips and hops down the dimly lit hall between the giant tech cases stacked on either side full of equipment. As Nathan skips along down the hall and disappears around a corner down another hallway, the New Breed, Sebastian St. Paul and Johnathan Cable, come trolling along, as if looking for something, or someone.

“I think he came down this way.” Sebastian says to Johnathan as they pick their way among the cases looking intently for Nathan Saniti.

“I swear to God... when I get my hands on that son of a bitch...” John says.

“Not before I do damnit. I owe that fucker a week in the hospital. You can just wait your turn this time.” SSP says to John as they round the corner Saniti disappeared around and spot him. “THERE HE IS!” yells John as he points down the hallway towards the oddly dressed man rushing away at full tilt in the crazy way only he can run.

“GET THAT SON OF A BITCH!” yells SSP after him as the pair take off down the hallway after them. They skid around a corner, and come sliding to a halt in a short hallway with one door. “I don't remember this hallway being so short?” Quizzically states SSP. “I don't remember there only being on door here either. It has to be one of Saniti's little weird magic tricks.” John says on answer as he creeps closer to the door at the end of the short hall.

“I bet he went through this door. It probably goes to some strange fantasy place again. Damn his weird ass.” Sebastian bellyaches. “Well what are we waiting for? If he went in there, I'm not going to wait out here for him to pop back out. I'm going in there after him.” John says full of confidence, undeterred by the strange hallway with a door that shouldn't be there anyway.

Infected with John's unflagging bravado, Sebastian falls right in line with him. “Yeah! That son of a bitch is going to pay for blowing me up last week. Let's get his ass.” he says as they barge through the door in such an odd place. As soon as they come through the door, they find themselves in a very, very long hallway with odd patterns scrawled across the walls. The effect of the patterns is nearly hypnotic as they wander the end of the room trying to figure out how they even got in here in the first place, as there is no door behind them.

“What the fuck is going on?” Sebastian exclaims, surprised to find themselves in the predicament that they are in.

“I don't know, but when I get out of here, Saniti is as good as dead!” John says through gritted teeth. As they move further away from the end of the hallway they notice the odd scrawling pattern does something else very strange in this weird hallway that shouldn't be here. The patterns do some illusion effects that only appear to make the hallway very very long... when in fact, the hallway is very short indeed. Not only is the hallway much shorter than it appears, the patterns disguise the fact that the hallway gets much smaller as you travel down the length of it, and John and Sebastian soon find their heads bumping the ceiling above them.

“No... seriously... what the fuck is going on?” Sebastian asks John again.

“I don't know, but I don't think that either of us are going to be fitting through this door any time soon.” he answers.

“What do...” Sebastian begins, but soon sees the tiny little door at their feet, blending in to the patterns on the walls seamlessly. It is about as tall as their boots, and barely a foot wide. There was no way they would be getting out of the strange hallway Saniti led them into, no doubt in an attempt to gain the victory and appease his tag team partner all in one fell swoop.

The scene fades to black as Sebastian tries to open the tiny little door at the end of the odd little hallway. It fades back in as we see Nathan Saniti climbing out of a huge tech box off to the side of a dimly lit hallway back stage. As he swings his first leg over, Q comes wandering around the corner.

“Oh... Q. Well hello there my dear Mr. Q. Fabulous to see you. Are you all ready for our match tonight?”[/i] he asks Q as he swings his other leg over the side of the box and hops to the floor lightly. “I’m doing fine Nathan... but what are YOU doing?” Q asks him curiously, wondering why he would be crawling out of a tech box backstage.

“Oh... um... Me? Nothing at all. I was just making sure that the... uh... tech guys had gotten the right spotlights for our entrance. Yes. You know how they are, after all ... ”[/i] he says scrambling for anything at all that might make sense his partner and diverge the suspicion he can see growing in the mans eyes as he stares at him intently.

“No... honestly I don't know. Look, Nathan. It's obvious that we have different opinions on what it takes to be successful here in the PCW. I don't know if I...” Q says quietly, still wondering how to handle this team he finds himself involved in for the last few weeks. “I see. I understand that you didn't really like my present for the New Breed last Trauma. What am I supposed to do about those buffoons who understand nothing but bloodshed and violence? Should we just allow them to recklessly destroy every single Superstar on the PCW Roster? Should we just...”[/i] Saniti begins to question him before Q cuts in.

“There are other ways to show those ruffians the error of their path. You haven't even tried to find another way, and you have set yourself upon the road that will surely lead you to more violence and hatred, where you will be no better than those men. I want to show you a different way, Nathan ...” Q says to him calmly.

Nathan looks up the hallway cautiously, and then down the other direction, and then wraps his arm around Q's shoulders, and makes his way down the hallway with him. “You know... Mr. Q... I think there may be something to this 'path' you wish to show me. Let's away now and get ready for our match with the New Breed and talk about that, shall we?”[/i]

Q looks at him as a smile creases his face, finally pleased that Saniti seems to be coming around to his way of thinking.”Speaking of our opponents, have you seen them yet today?” Q asks.

“Only briefly since last week actually. Perhaps I really should give them a visit and apologize for the inconvenience.” Nathan replies as the scene fades to black once more with the two PCW Oddities heading down the hallway towards the locker rooms.

***

MATCH ONE
Singles Match
Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith vs. "The Archangel" Gabriel Cross
Referee: Manny Cruz

First out for this match up is Crazy Boy, “1000 Watts” begins to play as Tyrone Smith takes to the stage, looking rather riled up. The smoke fills the ramp as he tosses his fist into the air and makes his way down the ramp, pointing and ranting as makes his way down to the ring. Slipping into the ring, he hits the ropes a couple times before throwing his fist into the air one last time, that’s when the clapping and chanting begins. “Power” begins to play, and soon a rather smug looking Gabriel Cross steps through the curtains, and instantly throws back the hood of his jacket, offering the crowd a rather self-indulgent grin before turning and showing the crowd his back.

He backs down the ramp a bit before turning, the tail of his knee length coat following suit as saunters is his way down the ramp. He takes the apron, removing his jacket and twirling it around his forearm before tossing it down on to the ground and jumping over the top rope. Crazy Boy watches on as Manny Cruz checks with both men before calling for the bell, Cross wastes no time in rushing in and starting things off with a flurry. Punches and kicks, punches and kicks, Cross backs up CB into the corner and unleashes. Stepping back, he quickly goes for a Kenta Kick but CB steps out of the way, and Cross throws his leg over the top turnbuckle, CB takes advantage.

Stepping back, CB hits a jumping heel kick across the back of Cross’ head before catching the stumbling Cross with a roll up attempt.

Cross kicks out, rushes to his feet, and his met with a quick snap DDT from the experienced Tyrone Smith, who quickly covers Cross once again.

1….

Cross kicks out, and Tyrone steps away, waiting for him to rise. He drops some clubs across Gabriel’s back before leaping into the air for a hurricanrana attempt, but he’s caught. Cross spins before slamming down Crazy Boy with a brutal looking powerbomb, and bridges it quickly.

1…

2….

CB kicks out, but Cross keeps up with the attack. Steering CB to his feet, Cross leads off with a few clinch knees before hitting a snap suplex, quickly going for the cover.

1….

CB kicks out, but Cross drags him to his feet and hits another snap suplex, the crowd winces, and Cross goes for the pin attempt again.

1….

Smith kicks out and rolls to his feet, Cross steps forward, looking for a quick kick to the gut but Smith leaps over it. Crazy Boy looks back over his shoulder and quickly leaps into the air, catching Cross and hitting a leaping neckbreaker. But instead of going for the cover, he quickly locks in a grounded sleeper, which soon turns into a rear naked choke. He shakes, trying to lock it in, but Cross kips his chin down. Cross rolls, fighting to his knees and reaching back. Grabbing a hold of CB’s head, he tosses him over with a snapmare, but before he can collect himself he’s hit with a dropkick and Crazy Boy quickly goes for the cover.

1….
2….

Cross kicks out, but Smith doesn’t allow him time to recover. He pulls Cross to his feet, throwing a series of kicks into the man’s midsection, obviously trying to slow him down as he works him into the corner. CB steps back, and quickly begins to hit a series of kicks off of Cross’ chest. Crazy Boy steps back, leaps into the air, lands on Cross’ shoulders, but Cross catches him again! Stepping forward, Cross looks for the powerbomb but wiggles and slips up and over Cross’ head, rolling down and pulling him over for a sunset pin.

1…
2…..

Cross kicks out, rolling CB off of him and quickly standing up. Smith stands, rushes in, Cross catches him by the throat and tosses him into the air and drops him across his knee!? He instantly falls across Smith for the cover.

1….
2…..

Smith kicks out, and the crowd seems shocked. Cross isn’t about to let the momentum go, dragging CB to his feet and peppering him with knees to the midsection. Cross steps in, hooking Smith for a Suplex, wrenches him up, rotates him, and releases him while quickly stepping into place so CB lands across his knee once again, he goes for another cover.

1…
2….

Crazy Boy kicks out, but he’s holding his back as he fights to his feet. Cross circles like a Hyena, smirking as he begins to rabidly attack the back of CB. Clubbing forearms soon turn into stiff kicks, Cross steps in, grabbing CB’s shoulders and yanking him backwards, dropping CB’s back across his knee before going for another pin.

1…
2….

Smith kicks out, and Cross doesn’t look too pleased. Cross stands up and instantly approaches Manny Cruz. He says nothing, simply staring at the official before brushing off Cruz’s shirt and stepping away, and turning right into Smith! Smith joists him into the air and begins to spin!? The crowd looks on amazed as Crazy Boy does an airplane spine before dropping back and hitting a samoan drop. He rolls off of Cross’ chest and quickly leaps on to the top rope. He lifts his hand, aiming at Cross, and waits for him to rise. Cross is slow to recover, but slowly does, and turns around – and that’s when Crazy Boy takes the leap!

Crazy Boy jumps into the air, tucking his legs in and throwing them out quickly, looking for the missile dropkick, but Cross steps to the side. Reaching over, Crosses presses his arms to the back of the falling Smith, slamming him off of the canvas and causing him to bounce up from the force of the impact. Cross steps in beneath, and presses his hands to the chest of Crazy Boy and tossing him into the air flapjack style. Cross steps in, waits, leaps, DRILLS Smith with a brutal knee across his jaw. Crazy Boy’s body goes limp, falling against Cross in a lifeless heap, and Cross quickly forces him down for the pin.

1….

2….

... 3!


Winner: Gabriel Cross via pinfall

[Murdoc]

We come back from commercial break as we get return commentary when the lights go out. Suddenly the sound of guitars pierce through the silence. A spotlight shines on the entrance. The crowd starts to murmur. As the guitars get louder, Rick Majors appears in the entrance way, the spotlight directly on him and no one else. Majors pauses in the entrance way for a moment.

Majors looks down briefly. He then shakes his head, breathes deeply and stares out at the crowd.

["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"]

Majors stands at the top of the ramp, looking out around the arena.

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

Majors then slowly walks down to the ring, as the spotlight follows him. He climbs the ring steps and pauses before turning towards the crowd and 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"]

He enters the ring, still only lit by the spotlight. He then stands in the centre of the ring, looking out towards the crowd.

["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, microphone in hand. He slowly raises the microphone to his mouth and...

“Critical Acclaim” by Avenged Sevenfold begins to play and the crowd boos. The lights dim down to darkness except for the stage. As the organ music gives way to a heavy guitar kick, Whitey Ford appears in the entrance way, arms upraised, one fist to the sky. The crowd continues to boo as Ford slowly makes his way down to the ring. Majors looks on in disgust. Ford grabs a microphone and slowly starts to enter the ring, the PCW International Title slung over his shoulder. Standing face-to-face with Majors now ... his theme music fading out.

Whitey Ford: Rick Majors...

Majors hasn’t taken his eyes off of Ford since he appeared in the entrance way.

Ford: ... I can see you’re angry. You’re always angry. And I get why. You’re angry because you know that, no matter what you do, you can’t win. Not only are you not good enough but your insistence on ‘raging against the machine’ has put you in a position where you will never... EVER beat me. You will never EVER take THIS.

Whitey Ford holds the International Title in the air. The crowd boos. Majors suddenly grabs the belt out of Ford’s hand. The boos turn to cheers and Whitey Ford is incensed! Majors throws the title behind him and it falls out of the ring.

Majors: You don’t get it, do you? I don’t care about that title. I’m not here to win championships. I’m here to expose this industry for what it is. The only joy I’ll get from taking that belt from you is knowing that you don’t have it anymore. The belt itself mean nothing to me and....

Majors is unable to finish his sentence as Whitey Ford slugs him with a right hand to the face. The crowd rises to their feet as Whitey Ford throws another right hand and another and another. Majors is backed into the corner now. Ford knees him in the stomach and Majors doubles over. Majors is slumped down to the mat now. Ford pulls him up. Suddenly, Majors drives his forearm into Ford’s stomach! Majors gets to his feet. Now Majors is throwing right hands! His fist connects with Ford’s face. And again. And again. Ford stumbles backwards, almost falling. Majors charges at him, but Ford jumps through the ropes and out of the ring.

The crowd boos.

Whitey Ford tries to leave the ringside area, but Majors follows him out of the ring. Ford runs around the ring with Majors hot on his tail. Suddenly, Ford reaches down, picks up the discarded International Title from the floor and clocks Majors in the head with it as Majors chases him!

Majors collapses to the floor. Ford stands over him with the title on his shoulder. Majors slowly starts to sit up, but Ford drives the title down into Majors’ skull one more time. Majors is out cold on the floor now. But Whitey Ford isn’t done. He drives the championship down into Majors’ face once more, splitting Majors open.

The crowd boos as Whitey Ford slowly raises the PCW International Title above his head. Standing above the fallen Majors, Ford looks out at the crowd with disdain. He then looks down at Majors and spits on him before heading back up the ramp.


MATCH TWO
Tag Team Match
Nathan Saniti & Q vs. The New Breed
Referee: Steve Shaw

We’re back from commercial break and Q is seated in the middle of the ring, ring attire prepared and eager to start. Or so it seems. He has a microphone on his face and ... what appears to be a metal drum on his lap. He smiles warmly to the crowd and waves, silencing them to a workable level. Leaning down over the drum, the lights dim and ...

... he begins to play.

The most soothing and calming melody you could ever imagine. It goes a little something like this:



Only about halfway into it, Nathan decides to make his way to the ring is his on inimitable fashion ... appearing in the corner of the ring under a white hot spotlight, perched atop the turnbuckle. As he hops down, the crowd cheers for the spontaneous performance and the two men shake hands as ...

... the lights dim to nothing as a hush descends on the crowd. Suddenly, the ripping drum line of “Dying Breed” by Five Finger Death Punch tears into the arena, and 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, when Sebastian and Johnathan usually come to the top of the ramp, there is nothing. “Dying Breed” plays on as the lights swirl around the arena cascading across the fans, but there is no New Breed. Minutes pass, and still there is no sign of SSP and the Beast as the final notes of their entrance music play and go quiet. The crowd starts to get restless and finally Nathan Saniti demands that the ref call for the bell to start the match.

Unable to do much more, the ref, in fact does signal for the bell, and begins the standing ten count. Saniti smiles too wide for his face, and begins to dance a happy jig in the middle of the ring. Q too begins to enjoy the celebration, but stops and turns towards Nathan with a strange screwed up questioning face. “What did you do?” He asks.

Saniti looks at him as he stops his jig in mid air, and adopts a pained look to his face. “What?” he asks Q offended at the accusation.

The referee is in the middle of his count before Q knows it, and he looks from the ref to Saniti before asking again, “What did you do to the New Breed?”

Saniti's face changes slightly to the darker, more menacing sunken eyes as he looks across the ring at Q. “I said... I haven't seen them. Why do you ask, good sir?”[/b]

Just then, as the referee reaches the eight count, Johnathan Cable burst from the curtain and runs full force towards ringside, followed closely by Sebastian St. Paul. As the Beast makes it to ringside, he slides under the bottom rope face first, hopping to his feet swiftly, and running right for Nathan Saniti. John goes to plow him over with a clothesline, but Nathan saw it coming, and ducks under in a swirl of purple as his scarf unrolls from his neck. Q slides out of the ring, and SSP climbs onto the apron as this match gets underway.

Cable and Saniti starting it off with a collar and elbow tie up, Cable forces Saniti into the corner until the referee jumps in to break it up ... at which point Cable throws a heavy boot to Saniti’s midsection. A stiff right hand. A forearm across the back. And ANOTHER stiff right hands leaves Saniti in the middle of the ring, stuggling to get to his feet. Backdrop setup from Cable ... Saniti escapes via back flip and lands on his feet behind Cable! Cable turns to face Saniti ...

... and catches Cable with a hand to each side of the head, directly over the ears. Cable shakes his head and Saniti does it again! Cable’s equilibrium is thrown off for a split second and that gives Saniti all the time he needs to drag Cable over to his home base and tag in the Single Letter Superstar, Q! A snapmare by Saniti and Q rushes the ropes to hit a diving dropkick ... but his aim is a little off(or is it?) and he misses by a fraction of an inch ... leaving Cable to wonder what’s going on.

That is, until ... Nathan Saniti kicks him in the chest.

Quick cover by Q that nets a two count. A grab of the wrist and Q has Cable on his feet. Leading him around a little bit, Q drops him back down with the First TechniQue, dropping him back down to the mat. A tight wrist lock cinched in, it’s Quite obvious that Q has no desire to let Cable go ANYwhere. Cable slowly begins to fight his way back up to a standing position although the tension on his wrist is making the going a BIT more difficult. A punch to the gut and Q’s grip is loosened ... another and he’s let go of the hold completely.

A stiff chop to the chest and Q has staggered back. Another, and Q is posted in enemy territory. Cable making the tag to Sebastian St. Paul, the men begin to work Q over in the corner with heavy handed strikes ... but Q is fighting back? Well, not fighting so much as escaping. And escape he does as he manages to slip between the pair and escape the corner, avoiding any SERIOUS damage. St. Paul is on the attack, while Q is waiting for him with an entering throw ... eliminating all that 'personal space’ that St. Paul has.

Who needs that?

St. Paul does apparently and throws a punch to Q’s head. The second punch isn’t Quite timed well enough and Q catches the first with his free hand. Extending the arm out, Q runs to the ropes and walks up them ... falling back and popping off a beautiful arm drag that leaves St. Paul on the mat. A Quick tag and in comes Nathan Saniti. Saniti and Q with a little teamwork as Saniti runs at Q ... who picks him up and spins him off onto St. Paul and a modified hurricanrana. The crowd is on it’s feet as Saniti goes for the pinfall.

1 ...

2 ...

... a kickout at two and Saniti has had enough. He starts rattling St. Paul with heavy shots, completely disregarding the referee ... AND Q, who is standing there attempting to pull him off of his foe. He finally backs away and Q exits the ring as Saniti waits for St. Paul to rise to his feet. Saniti is ready ... and St. Paul wisely rolls outside the ring, where Cable is ready to make sure he’s focused and aware. Saniti goes for a baseball slide but Cable and SSP split ... leaving Saniti between them. Focused mostly on Cable, it would prove to be his undoing as SSP surprises him with a vicious running clothesline that leaves Saniti laying.

Forced back into the ring, SSP is nipping at Saniti’s heels. A snapmare lands Saniti in the middle of the ring, followed by a running knee to his downed opponent. A quick cover.

Two count.

Pulling Saniti to his feet, SSP whips him into the corner and rushes in to attack. Saniti gets a foot up and catches SSP flush on the chin. A second attempt and Saniti drops SSP face first against the second turnbuckle with a drop toe hold. Saniti starting to crawl to his corner, Q is aching for the tag. SSP grabs Saniti and pulls him away from the tag attempt, dragging him all the way back to the other corner.

A quick tag to Johnathan Cable, the two double team on Saniti ... prompting Q to run in to try and make the save. However, the ref will have NOTHING to do with losing control and cuts Q off at the pass ... leaving it wide open for The New Breed to work Saniti over in a devious fashion. A low blow or two, a choke here and there. Finally, by the the time that the referee is back on top of things, SSP is leaving and Saniti is down and struggling to hold on. Pulling Saniti up, SSP whips him into the ropes ...

... and in a flurry of purple, Santi rolls underneath a clothesline attempt and continues to the other ropes ... bouncing off and catching SSP with a leg lariat. Saniti with a second wind, SSP is on the receiving end of a quick powerslam that lets Saniti make the much-needed tag to Q ... who is immediately on Saniti’s case for poking SSP in the eyes as he stands. The two having a bit of a tiff, Q turns into a straight right from Cable. A second. A third and Q is down to one knee. A sudden rush and Q is almost on the receiving end of a Yakuza Kick.

Almost, because Q’s head is nowhere to be found by the boot. Instead, Cable’s knee is hung on the shoulder of Q ... and Q is standing. Stretching Cable in an uncomfortable and off-kilter position, Q pushes him into the ropes where both men go tumbling to the outside. SSP is waiting for the two to rise ... and so is Saniti, who has dashed around the ring to even the odds. The referee calling for order, he turns as the legal men begin to enter the ring again ...

... only to have Cable stop Q from going too far with a trip, followed by an elbow to the back of the head. Q writhing on the mat, Cable lays the boots in to Q who is desperately crawling for his partner. Saniti is hopping on the mat, hoping to reinvigorate Q. Cable goes for another diving elbow but Q manages to roll to the side ... completely avoiding impact and diving for the tag.

Saniti in the match now, it’s a flurry of purple as Saniti unloads on Cable, strikes from every conceivable angle ... and a few not-so-much-so. The crowd is on their feet as SSP runs in and manages to catch Saniti from behind. The sudden adrenaline rush and Saniti is now fighting with SSP in the corner. Saniti turning into a punch from Johnathan Cable ... OUT OF NOWHERE IT’S Q!

QFT!

The impact sends all three men flying, the brunt taken by Sebastian St. Paul and forcing the other two ... the LEGAL men ... through the ropes to the outside. And it continues even as they hit the mat. The fists are flying, Saniti having the upper hand for one moment ... Johnathan Cable the next.

4 ...

5 ...

Q looks at the referee and then down at his partner going to town at ringside. He can see a few shin kicks ... maybe even a low blow. Definitely some eye scratching and hair pulling. Q angles over the top rope to call Saniti off, to plead with him to re-enter the ring. Saniti, however, is listening to none of it. Saniti firmly in control now after a flurry of strikes ... he tosses a word of advice back to Q in the ring:

“Have some fun, Mr. Q!”

7 ...

8 ...

9 ...

...


10!!

The bell sounds.

The referee has ruled this a DOUBLE COUNTOUT.

Winners: Draw via double count-out

As SSP and Johnathan Cable collect themselves, Johnathan gets a mic from the announcers table.

”You think I'm done with you, Saniti? You think that I'm just going to let you get away with damned near killing me, you son of a bitch? I don't know how the hell I ended up in that box ... but I mean to make sure right now ... that your tricks are done forever!” John yells into the mic before charging Saniti and drilling him with it right in the forehead. Saniti hits the floor with a loud thud, and Q makes a move towards John before he turns on him and holds up his hand. Q stops his forward rush, and John brings the mic back to his lips.

”Now Q... I don't have a problem with you. If you want to keep it that way, you had better rethink whatever it is you are about to do. To make your decision a little easier... allow me to play some footage for you. THIS is how you almost got a win tonight Q. Take a look.” John says breathing heavily after the match.

The PCW-Tron lights up as the video footage rolls of moments that started the night again, a rerun for the fans, but news to Q indeed. Then, the footage cuts to just before the start of the match and in the hallways backstage at the PCW Arena. A muffled noise can be heard coming from some where down the hall, and as the moments pass, a couple of tech guys come wandering down the hall looking for a box of lighting equipment.

”Wait...did you hear that?” one of the guys asks the other.

”Did I hear what?” the man asks his co-worker.

“That noise. Did you... wait... there it is again!” the first man says the second as he rushes down the hallway. The second man rushes after him, until he too hears the noise.

”Is that... someone shouting?” the second man asks the other, and he begins to put his ear closer to the tech boxes stacked here and there in the hallway.

”I think it is. Hey... over here. I think it's in here!” the first man says excitedly as he bangs on the outside of a box stacked up on others. The sound of men screaming and banging can be heard coming from inside the tech crate, and the second man releases the latches sealing it. As he pulls the latches open, the lid flies open and Sebastian St. Paul and Johnathan Cable come bursting upwards out of the box, gasping for air.

“Holy shit! We were about to suffocate in there!” Sebastian screams as he catches his breath.

The sound of Five Finger Death Punch playing in the Arena filters through the hallways, and John and Sebastian look at each other suddenly, and scramble over the sides of the box as it tips over and the box and the New Breed all topple to the floor heavily. “I'm going to fucking kill those bastards!” John yells as he gets to his feet and rushes towards the ramp entrance as the New Breed's theme song goes quiet after playing the whole way through.

Sebastian gets to his feet and follows John down the hall nearly at a run as the faint DING DING of the bell rings. John looks back at SSP and the two of them sprint towards the ramp as the scene fades to black.

That right there... is attempted murder, Q. Now, I don't know about you, but when people try to kill ME... I only respond one way. I'm going to take care of this once and for all, RIGHT NOW!” John yells at Q as he turns back towards the downed Saniti. Q look from John to Nathan and back to John for a moment before sliding out of the ring and making his way to the ramp. Saniti yells for him but Q just walks away.

Johnathan reaches down and grabs Saniti by the violently colored lapels of his coat, and lifts him to his feet. Saniti take a swing at him, but John blocks it, and smashes him in the face with a huge forearm as Nathan's knees buckle. Saniti rolls away from Cable, and pulls a hat pin out of no where, but Cable stomps on his arm hard as Saniti screams in pain and drops the hat pin. Cable drives that boot into his elbow again and again as he rolls across the floor between the ring and the guardrail. SSP makes his way around the ring and grabs Saniti by his oddly colored hair, lifting him to his feet before hiking him up into the air and dropping him gut first across the railing. Wasting no time at all, John rushes him hanging on the guardrail and drives his shin into Nathan's face sending him over the railing into a sea of screaming fans. As Saniti stands uneasily on the other side of the guardrail, Sebastian spins, and grabs Saniti by the head, dropping him across the security rail throat first with an Incarceration.

Out of no where, Q flies into the fray and lands a SOLID QFT on the Beast launching him down the side of the ring. He rolls to his feet as Sebastian stands up and rushes him, but Q rolls forward and lays out to his side dropping SSP face first into the side of the ring with a drop toe hold. Q slides over the guardrail and helps Nathan to his feet as they escape through the crowd in moments. John gets to his feet and looks out into the fans, but can't find them anywhere. SSP finally gets his feet holding his face as they make their way backstage.

[Murdoc]

Ignite the Fire!

In the backstage area, in his own personal dressing room Pure Class Wrestling World Champion is found taping up his wrists and getting ready for his upcoming eight man tag match. He reaches down into his gimmick bag and hears the squeak of the door behind him and freezes. He is quick to his guard and conjures an icy stare at whoever is trying to sneak up on him.

Visitor: Relax, why so jumpy?

The door goes from a creek to being thrust wide open. In the doorway stands none other than “Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght. He has his cocky half smile on his face and is peering over his designer sunglasses at his upcoming foe.

Sean Rhodes: I’m not interested in getting blindsided again.

Rhodes motions to the back of his head, which is still sore from a blow by a lead pipe.

Michael Wryght: Well I was coming to face you, no sneaking intended. You should relax, or maybe find yourself some friends.

Sean Rhodes: What do you want, Mikey?

Showtime’s eyes narrow at being called by his former name, but does his best not to break form.

Michael Wryght: Nothing much Trashman, I just wanted to pop my head in to wish you luck tonight. You’re going to need it.

Sean Rhodes: You don’t frighten me.

Michael Wryght: Are you generally scared by well-wishers? The way that I see things, with you going all buddy-buddy with Phinehas, I figured you’d just about trust anything.

Sean Rhodes: Who says that I trust Grimm?

Michael Wryght: Come on Sean, the two of you are either playing the respect card while tag teaming or too busy playing nice that you fail to notice that you are boring the world to sleep. It’s a shame, really, you could have finally proved that you are a worthy champion with a decent match with Grimm.

Sean Rhodes: Worthy Champion? Not that I have to prove anything to the likes of you, but I think I’ve been a damn fine Champion.

Showtime scoffs at Rhodes’ confidence and takes a step closer so that there are only a few feet between the two.

Michael Wryght: You can’t be serious, can you? You won the belt from Lantlas, but that wasn’t the Lantlas that we all knew. He was on his way out; be it injuries, lack of drive or whatever it was, that was not the same man…er Elf that has dominated this sport. Then you get thrown a soft ball by Kaijin coming along. A second challenger that is also no longer on the active roster.

Sean Rhodes: And Grimm wasn’t worthy?

Michael Wryght: You mean Diet Grimm? Same great Grimm taste with zero malicious nature. The only way that Phinehas is affective in that ring is going against someone that he hates; which there are plenty of candidates. The two of you should have begged Luis to put me in the match at Collision Course. At least then maybe it would have been a little entertaining. I actually loved to see that bit of fire in you last week when we both pushed the referee out of our way. You showed that hint of fire that could prove you to be worthy of holding that belt. It’s actually the only reason I am here now; your fire temped me. That’s what the fans want to see, not some paper champion…

With a sneer Rhodes closes in the gap between the two and the real wrath he has for Showtime begins to bubble to the surface.

Sean Rhodes: What about you? You come in here buying your way into a place of power. Then, you hide from the ring long enough to fool people into thinking you are worthy of being in the main events. You fail at the number one contender-ship to someone you claim to be weak and bitch and moan until you force the man that cares the most about this company out the door. You help bring in your new master who will accommodate your needy ways. You have NO right to lay any claim to my title, nor does anyone give two shits about what you think makes a good match or champion. You’re lucky that I’m not tearing you to pieces right now.

Michael Wryght: Whoa, big dog. That’s what I’m talking about.

Showtime back pedals a bit to put a safe cushion between the two.

Michael Wryght: See, it’s THAT attitude that will prove to people that you deserve to be champion. You need me and THAT’S what’s driving you mad right now. The fact that you can’t be a real champion without an antagonist like me.

Sean Rhodes: Get out.

Michael Wryght: Alright, I’m gone. I’ll see you tonight and I’ll give you a bit of free advice: it never ended well for anyone who put any trust in Phinehas, just ask his brother.

Showtime backpedals out the locker room door shutting the door behind him. Rhodes, in a fury, grabs the chair he was sitting in earlier and launches it across the room.

Sean Rhodes: And I don’t trust Grimm.

He says with a growl and touching the soft spot on the back of his head.

Sean Rhodes: Not even a little…

***

MATCH THREE
Non-Title Singles Match

Andy D vs. MONROE (N.A. ©)
Referee: Austin Shaw
The crowd is ready, standing at ovation, that’s when it hits – “Hypest Hype” – the song thuds into life as the PCW faithful lead the charge and Andy D steps on to the stage. Having suffered a tough couple of weeks, the fans in attendance are excited to see him no matter what. Standing at the top of the stage, he takes a moment to stretch, smiling to the crowd before bounding into the air and making his way down the ramp. Andy takes a moment to greet a couple fans on either side of the stage before making his way to the steel stairs. The moment he reaches the midway point of the apron the lights drop, and the crowd’s reaction quickly dulls.

The heavy guitar of “Numb” hits the arena like a wave, and that’s when MONROE bursts through the curtain with the PCW North American title sitting on his shoulder. He has no entourage, no ring garb; he simply cuts down the ramp like a knife in his ring gear, paying very little attention to the world around him. Andy D watches on cautiously from the ring, pulling on the top rope and stretching himself out as MONROE steps up the stairs and quickly slips between the top and middle rope. He tosses the North American title casually towards the outside the ring, where the timekeeper is ready to catch it. MONROE is focused, but paranoid.

Austin Shaw checks with both men before calling for the bell. MONROE steps into the center of the ring – he extends his hand to Andy D. Andy D looks about as shocked as the crowd does, but he soon approaches and the two shake hands, and then circle, they lock up – MONORE quickly takes charge. Pulling Andy D in with a headlock, he floats him over with takedown and goes for a grounded headlock, but Andy D quickly slips out. Andy is to his feet first, he goes for an outside leg kick but MONROE checks it. MONROE goes for an outside leg kick, but Andy D jumps over it. Andy D steps in and goes for a standing vertical dropkick, MONROE runs under it and hits the ropes!

Andy lands, turns, KENKA KICK!? MONROE clips his boot off of Andy’s chin cleanly, before Andy can fall MONROE steps into him and hooks his leg and left arm – quick exploder suplex bridged into a pin, Shaw quickly gets into position.

1…

Andy D kicks out, and MONROE quickly slips into a headlock. MONROE wrenches violently before pulling Andy to his feet. Stepping into Andy’s body, he slips his right leg around and plants his foot on the back of Andy’s left knee. MONROE breaks the hold, steps back, goes for a low roundhouse kick to the head, Andy ducks! Andy quickly slips in from behind, rolling MONROE up for the pin!

1…

MONROE kicks out, stumbling to his feet almost instantly. Andy D is up quickly and runs up behind MONORE, catching him from behind with crucifix pin attempt.

1…

MONROE rolls through, hooking his arms around Andy D’s body and standing up. Looking over his shoulder, he looks as the corner and quickly charges into it back first, driving Andy D’s spine against the top turnbuckle, forcing him to release. MONROE turns around and instantly begins to unleash a series of stiff kicks to the midsection and european uppercuts. Stepping away, he lets Andy D stumble out before throwing his entire weight into an uppercut that seems to knock Andy D lifeless, but once again, he’s ready to chain it. He slaps both of his hands against Andy D’s chest, forcing him to bounce off of the corner and then catches him – overhead belly-to-belly – Andy D lands on his feet.

Andy shakes his head before rushing into the ropes, MONROE turns and is leveled with a single-leg dropkick. MONROE quickly stands back up and is put down with another single-leg dropkick! MONROE hits the mat but is quickly back up, Andy D is waiting for him. As MONROE turns he is met with a quick toe kick, Andy D pulls him in for a suplex but MONROE uses his weight to halt Andy’s left. MONROE brings his knees into the mix, lambasting Andy D’s chest before lifting up his legs and stomping down hard as he unleashes a violent looking snap suplex. He quickly rolls over for the pin.

1…

2….

Andy D kicks out and the crowd absolutely roars. MONROE looks frustrated, but he remains on the offensive, once again pulling Andy into a grounded headlock. Andy D wriggles, trying to fight out of it, but MONROE uses his legs to pull the duo into the center of the ring. After a couple moments of wrenching, he drags Andy D to his feet and begins to unleash a torrent of european uppercuts before stepping back and throwing his right leg violently into the air, Andy D ducks it! MONROE spins, Andy D jumps into the air, and MONROE turns right into the gamengiri!? MONROE stumbles back, but looks Andy D dead in the eyes.

Andy D jumps up and hits the kick again! MONROE stumbles, waits for Andy D to get up, and hits a gamengiri of his own!? Andy D falls to a knee and MONROE steps back and beats his chest – but Andy springs forward. Catching MONROE with a low dropkick to the right knee, the crowd lights it up! Andy D rolls, catches the ropes – SHINING WIZARD!? Andy D quickly goes for the pin!

1….

2……

…….

MONROE kicks out! Andy D sits up, stunned, as he looks down at MONROE with a look of absolute shock, but that’s when the crowd turns – Gabriel Cross is walking down the ramp. Andy D waits for MONROE to rise, and quickly hits a dropkick that sends MONROE stumbling to the corner. Keeping up the high pace, he rushes forward and hits a high dropkick off of MONROE’s chest, flipping off and quickly rushing in and hiding an elbow that he uses to float between the ropes and land on the apron. MONROE stumbles out of the corner, and turns right into a springboard dropkick from Andy D, who instantly goes for the cover.

1….

2…..

…..

MONROE kicks out again, and now Gabriel Cross is standing at ringside, applauding the kick out and gazing at MONROE – but that’s when Austin Shaw steps in. Leaning over the ropes, he instantly points to Gabriel Cross and does a wild gesture towards the stage; he’s ejecting him from ringside! Cross smirks, lifting his hands up innocently and calls out.

“He’s lost it, doesn’t matter!”

Andy D stands against the ropes, watching Cross walk away – but MONROE is back on his feet, waiting. Andy D turns, MONROE quickly leaps into the air and tosses his legs up and over Andy D’s neck, pulling his arm in – Shining Triangle!? MONROE arches his back, shaking Andy D’s arm violently, but Andy D throws his body over, bridging and pressing MONROE’s shoulders to the mat, Shaw quickly gets in place for the pin.

1……

2……..

MONROE rolls the move, now on top and forcing Andy D’s face into the mat as he yanks on the arm. Andy D scrambles, using his legs to push MONROE towards the ropes. Shaw watches as Andy D forces MONROE out of the ring, and as MONROE hangs off the apron he doesn’t break the hold, Austin Shaw begins the count.

1….
2….
3……

MONROE begins to shake, in a violent manner, holding on to the arm desperately.

4..
….



MONROE releases the hold, collapsing on the floor below, as Andy D rolls away from the ropes, clutching his arm. MONROE is up to his feet first, sliding into the ring and stalking Andy D, his eyes locked upon the right arm. MONROE waits for Andy D to stir, and as he rises, MONROE rushes in – Andy D rolls to the side. MONROE turns, Andy rushes in, RUNNING STO!? Andy D literally sweeps MONROE off of his feet and plants him on his back firmly. MONROE arches in pain, and Andy D quickly goes for the cover.

1….
2……
…..

MONROE kicks out, and the crowd is on their feet. Andy D sits up, unsure of what to do, and then he looks to the top rope. MONROE is slow to stir, and this gives Andy D the time he needs climb to the top. He faces away from the ring, looking over his shoulder at the rising MONROE – but MONROE rushes forward – Andy D jumps! Rotating, he tumbles off of the canvas and on to his feet, MONROE turns around and Andy D goes for an enzuigiri, but MONROE ducks the kick and Andy lands on his other feet, instantly throwing the leg around and catching MONROE on the jaw. MONROE stumbles, and Andy D rushes up the turnbuckle.

Andy D wastes no time, he doesn’t look before he leaps, he simply takes into the air. His back bridges vertically, his body seeming to cut straight through the air in a vertical manner, the crowd in awe of amount of air, before performing a fluid float over, completing the moonsault, and coming crashing down across MONROE violently. Shaw looks on, Andy D sits up on his knees, clutching his chest before falling across MONROE in a pained manner.

1….
2….
.... 3!!!

Winner: Andy D via pinfall

Aftermath and Beginning Again

Andy D is recovering in the ring and pulling himself to his feet when ... a bevy of jeers erupts from the crowd. Enter Murdoc. Andy’s eyeballing the man as he makes his way slowly to the ring. He’s not worried about entrances or anything of the sort, as evidenced by his state of ring-readiness. As Murdoc enters the ring, Andy D straightens and holds the center. No added effort, he makes his way to the center and stares Andy D down for the LONGEST three seconds of his life ...

... before raising his hand into the air after a hard-fought victory over MONROE. The crowd erupts into a chorus of cheers.

That is, until ... Murdoc lays him out with a devastating heart punch.

Oh, the jeers. There’s NOTHING audible above the din of the live audience ... and PROBABLY the furor of those watching at home. Picking Andy D up with two massive hands clamped tightly to the sides of his skull, he hoists him into the air and effects a sickening looking Vice Grip. Squeezing the already-worn-down Andy D by the head, the crowd is literally throwing their refuse into the ring.

Manhandling Andy into the nearest corner, Murdoc wades in with vicious body shots. Over and over and over. All more violent than the last. It’s quite apparent the crowd is becoming uncomfortable with the display before them. Luckily for them, the Pure Class security detail is quick to react and hit the ring in full-force. It takes four men to pull Andy from Murdoc, who himself is restrained by another four.

They try to pull Andy D from the ring, but Murdoc has broken loose and has split the security from Andy ... descending upon him like a hell-storm the likes of which the PCW faithful have not seen in a LONG time. The Pure Class security is getting nowhere with this. The combined force of eight men is clumsy and un-focused, allowing Murdoc to circumvent their presence and continue his assault.

A white streak towards the ring ... and within moments, Murdoc has backed away from Andy D.

Eira has arrived and luckily enough for Andy D, calmed Murdoc enough to let security drag him from the ring. Murdoc is no longer furious, but still fairly upset. ‘He’s not ready yet! YOU know he’s not ready, why are you stopping me?!’ Eira is pleading with the man, hands on his chest and holding the fury at bay. The crowd is booing until Andy D reaches the top of the stage where ... out of pure defiance ... he pushes the security away and makes his OWN way to the back. Murdoc catches wind of this through the cheers for Andy D’s determination.

He’s obviously not pleased and ... well ... since they’re BOTH out already ...

[Murdoc]

MATCH FOUR
Genesis Championship Match
Genesis Rules
Eira (©) vs. Murdoc
Referee: Roberto Garcia

DING DING DING!

Our fourth match of the night is underway and THIS is for the GENESIS CHAMPIONSHIP!

Murdoc is shaking his head in apparent annoyance at even HAVING to be in the ring with someone so closely connected. Eira is bouncing in place as she sizes up the big man. They both knew it was to be and here we are. Murdoc rushes in, with Eira dodging him nimbly. It’s quite obvious her plan is to avoid the strikes and power moves of Murdoc ... her quickness and elusiveness giving her an advantage.

Where most superstars will dance and attempt to jockey for position, Murdoc moves straight in for the ambush. Managing to box her into the corner, Murdoc pushes her back but keeps hold of an arm, pulling her into an Irish Whip that sends her hurtling across the ring. Slamming into the turnbuckles, she spots the big man rushing in and flips herself up and over the top rope to the outside apron. The only outcome for this? Murdoc chest first into the turnbuckle. As he staggers back ever so slightly, Eira springboards up and over ... a missile shoulder-block aimed directly at the back of the knee.

He drops to his knees, and Eira is on the fly as she bounds off the ropes ... leapfrogging Murdoc and hitting the second set of ropes for additional momentum. With sudden cat-like speed, Murdoc is up and under ... catching Eira around the waist and driving her back down to the mat with a bit of a rougher landing than a takedown would normally warrant. The slight anguish on Eira’s face and Murdoc HIMSELF notices her in the ropes ...

... willingly breaking the hold before the count?!

Hell freezes over.

Murdoc backs away to let her regain her footing, he rushes in to a collar-and-elbow tie up and immediately takes control of the situation ... Eira overwhelmed by Murdoc’s inherent strength. He picks her up in military press slam fashion and launches her stomach first across the top rope. As she manages to find her footing on the apron, her opponent bounds back off of the ropes and attempts a big boot ...

... only to have Eira drop to a prone position and let Murdoc hang by the knee on the top rope. With maximum efficiency, she rabbits to the outside and springboards again ... this time planting both feet into Murdoc’s face, sending him rolling to the outside. As soon as his feet hit the floor, Murdoc is immediately sliding back in. Eira rolls out of the ring to the side to avoid Murdoc, who is hot on the trail. As soon as Murdoc hits the ground, Eira is back in the ring and waiting with ANOTHER mule kick to the face through the ropes.

The speed playing a big factor in the match thus far and continues following Eira’s pace as she quickly rushes to slam into the rising Murdoc with an Asai moonsault that leaves both sprawled out on the floor; Eira rising at her own pace and Murdoc struggling to get out of the gates. Eira rushes back to the ring to avoid the standard referee count ... Murdoc slowly gaining his vertical base and following in with great care.

They start circling again, this time with Murdoc a bit worse for the wear. A quick jab and Eira dodges. A right hook and Eira’s under it, responding with a leg kick. Another leg kick. AND ANOTHER. Eira’s wearing the big man’s vertical advantage down and a smart move to do so. In desperation, he hurls her to the ropes and bends down to catch her with a back body drop. Only this time, Murdoc is out-maneuvered and catches a stiff kick to the chest ...

... that only serves to annoy him.

The look on his face is one of extreme irritation, Eira’s ... is slight consternation. He goes for the throat but she is quick to batter at the outstretched arm after the shock wears off. Three forearm strike and Murdoc’s grip is released, to which she replies by bouncing off the ropes and attempting to dive through his legs in order to avoid his grasp. Attempting being the key word as he manages to grab hold of one of her legs and pull her back in front of him. A kick to the head ... another kick ... and he stands fully for a split-second before dropping a massive boot onto her stomach.

Picking her up by the hair, it’s unsure as to whether or not Murdoc can currently see WHO he’s fighting through the red haze. This might make a bit of a difference. Spinning in a tight circle, he takes her and literally slides her under the ropes and out of the ring ... letting her land stomach first at the base of the entry way. Yes. He threw her that far. Shaking the cobwebs from his head, he looks out to her as she’s attempting to regain some semblance of togetherness ... and the barest hint of sadness creeps into his features.

But ... normally, where he would press the attack ... he simply ALLOWS her to regain her composure and re-enter the ring after a long 7 count. She rolls in and immediately, Murdoc is on the attack with a vicious Iron Claw to her abdominal region. She writhes in pain, attempting to fight off the monstrous claw but is forced to the mat and in a pinning predicament.

1 ...

2 ...

... Eira gets the shoulders off the mat at two and Murdoc relinquishes the hold. Pulling Eira to her feet, he holds the wrist and pulls her in for a knee to the already targeted abdomen. A second knee strike and Eira finds herself flipped over onto the mat again, having to break a short two count. The camera can catch Murdoc’s lips moving, unrecognizable until it moves in closer:

‘... stay down, Amba ... please ... ‘

She’s having nothing to do with it, and while he knew it to be her will to compete and give her all ... he’s trying. A champion’s fighting spirit he faces this evening. He’s obviously quite annoyed and sighs to no one in particular as he pulls her to her feet once more. Eira responds with two lightning-fast chops to the chest and with a show of strength, Murdoc picks her up high above him ... only to have her scramble onto his shoulders. Raining down blows on Murdoc, she fights to stay in the contest and is doing a fine job as she manages to spin into a hurricanrana that leaves Murdoc face first in the top turnbuckle.

A springboard from the outside and Eira rattles off a seated senton splash that leaves Murdoc prone on the mat. As he sits up, Eira is right there with a diving buzz clothesline. A quick pin attempt ...

1 ...

2 ...

... and Murdoc is out at two. Murdoc’s on his knees, Eira on her feet and Murdoc meets her with a stiff right hand. She bounces into back into the ropes, seated on the second strand. Both regaining their senses, Eira drops Murdoc with a side-step dropkick to the knee ... planting Murdoc throat first on the second strand. A quick sprint and Eira is catapulting herself over the top rope and booting Murdoc in the face.

Murdoc laying prone on the mat, Eira scales the turnbuckle and takes aim.

Diving foot first towards Murdoc’s chest, he manages to lift a leg and catch her under the chin with a big boot. Staggering for a few seconds, she even drops to a knee as Murdoc slowly rises ... sending a right hook that ... she catches?! Wrapping his arm around his own neck, she ends up behind him and throws her feet into his knee joints ... dropping him as she goes for that patented Goku-raku Gatame stretch! Falling back to avoid the main part of the pressure, she’s still got both arms as he slowly and carefully makes his way to his feet.

An explosive burst of power and he flips her over him, freeing his arms in the process. As she vaults over his 6‘7‘’ frame, she has the presence of mind to lock her legs in his armpits and roll forwards, dropping him to the mat back first with her on top. A ROLLUP!

1 ...

2 ...

.... 3!

The bell rings and the crowd actually ROARS its’ approval, THUNDEROUSLY even at the great display of heart ... tenacity ... and will that Eira has displayed this evening against the villainous Murdoc. He’s on the mat, seated there as he watches her. She’s paying no attention to the crowd, only him. The two come face to face and ... a post-match embrace as Murdoc raises her hand; Eira the victor and STILL Genesis Champion.

Winner: Eira via pinfall

The two leave the ring side by side as we head to our next commercial break.

[Murdoc]

We come back from commercial break and we see Skylar Marshall leading his troops to the ring. Looking confident as ever, he’s boosting their confidence ... laying down a game plan against the ‘ingrates’ they have to face in mere moments. Marshall stops in mid-step, with his comrades following suit behind him as he comes face to face with the man who just LEFT the ring.

MURDOC.

‘Marshall. You’ve got a match to go to, I’d hate to interrupt. However ... I have one thing to say: you’ve meddled in my affairs twice in the past two weeks. You ended the match last week when no one asked you to. And you forced me to fight this week against Eira. As far as I’m concerned, those are your two strikes.’ With that being said, Murdoc begins to walk by, if only to stop right beside Marshall.

‘Stay out of my business.’ Murdoc regards the four men behind Marshall with no seeming thought given to them as he passes by.

‘... you’ve got BIGGER things to worry about, for the moment anyways ... ’



MAIN EVENT
Non-Title Eight-Man Tag Team Match
Sean Rhodes (World ©); Grimm; Ace Anderson; Rick Majors
vs.
Marshall's Law (INT ©; Tag Team ©)
Referee: Eddie Lane

“The System” by The Black Pacific plays over the speaker system in the Pure Class arena and out comes Marshall Skylar ... leading his four charges into the battlefield. The tag team champions, The Flying Freebooters. The International Champion, Whitey Ford. And the number one contender for the World Championship ... Michael Wryght.

The crowd boos heavily, almost drowning out the music. Marshall only laughs and nods to the reaction, motioning to his boys as they make their way to the ring. In Marshall’s hands is an unclaimed white and green leather varsity jacket. One could assume this jacket is for the Adrenaline King himself. The crowd is vocal in its’ disdain for the super group, none of which seem to care much.

Once in the ring, the foursome wait for their opponents.

Each one trickles out one at a time to their individual entrances, prompting Marshall to intelligently move to the outside of the ring and take up a seat away from the action. The four opponents, Grimm ... Rick Majors ... and their partners. Only Grimm and Majors aren’t in a waiting sort of mood and hit the ring all on their lonesome. Marshall’s Law in only HAPPY to oblige them and immediately descend upon them. The Freebooters and Showtime gang up on the ever dangerous Grimm, while Majors makes a bee line STRAIGHT for Whitey.

Whitey is ready, however, and is quick to spill the tussle to the outside. Getting the advantage on Majors, he rushes the man ... unfortunately, Majors is ready and side-steps the attack ... leaving Whitey to run arm first into the steel ringpost. A clothesline gone awry. A sudden move and Majors is in the ring lightning-quick ... having rid himself of the pressing attack of Whitey Ford for the moment. Taking off after the group surrounding Grimm, Majors goes for the closest person and finds Showtime waiting with a chop block that drops him.

The Freebooters still working over Grimm, the crowd POPS as Sean Rhodes and Ace Anderson both come sprinting to the ring at full-tilt. Both men to their feet, the fight is joined and Grimm is given a respite from the onslaught. Ace tosses Wasp over the top rope to help clear the ring. A high angle side kick sends High Tide to the mat and then to the floor. And then ... there was one.

Michael Wryght.

In the midst of Grimm. Ace Anderson. Rick Majors. Sean Rhodes.

Showtime realizes the position and all looks calm enough for a few seconds. Until Ace lays a boot to his gut. And then Grimm a headbutt. Followed by a Rick Majors punch which leaves him kneeling. And to top it all off, a running Yakuza kick to the face. Grimm move to the turnbuckle and, for a sudden surprise and desire to hurt Michael Wryght ... dives off with a massive headbutt that leaves Showtime in pure class agony.

As Showtime rolls to the corner farthest away from the unmitigated onslaught that is Grimm, Ace, Majors and Rhodes ... he stands, Rhodes signaling for the Fractured Mind ... that high angle underhook piledriver. Showtime stands and begins to walk ... as Whitey Ford pulls him from the ring wisely. The crowd boos and ...

... the last commercial break!

[Murdoc]

We’re back and Whitey and Ace are duking it out in the middle of the ring with Ace getting the upper hand, dropping Whitey with a huge right hand. He moves to the opposing corner to paw at Showtime but is instead greeted with a leg trip by High Tide that leaves Ace face-planted on the mat. Whitey, with great ring awareness, tags in Showtime who comes into the ring with great arrogance and cockiness. A boot to the lower back of Ace before pulling the man to his feet by the head, finishing with a forearm smash that puts him RIGHT back down.

Stomp after stomp after stomp after stomp and Showtime is soaking in the jeers of the fans. Marshall and his team, however, are loving EVERY minute of it ... clapping and cheering and rooting for their man. Pulling Ace into his own corner, he smashes his head against the turnbuckle and tags in High Tide. Holding back Ace with a choke is Showtime, while Tide throws a stomach-rending boot to the gut. Very effective teamwork from Marshall’s Law while on the other side of the fence, their opponents are struggling to make good on their initial showing this evening.

Tide pulling Ace from the corner, he rears back and delivers a thunderous chop to Ace’s chest. One can almost HEAR the blood rising to the surface of Ace’s chest on that one. A punch and Ace is dropped to a knee, Tide shaking his hand in apparent pain. A sudden burst of speed and High Tide has taken Ace down with a low-flying hurricanrana that puts the much larger man flat on the mat.

A quick cover.

1 ...

2 ...

... Ace gets a massive shoulder up at two. Tide doesn’t seem to be worried as he stands, pulling Ace up with him in a side headlock. Wrenching back, Tide is lifted fully off the ground ... hurling High Tide off of him. As Tide turns to face Anderson, Ace is INDEED waiting. With a vicious shoulderblock that puts Tide on the mat. Tide scrambles back to his feet and takes a wild swing at a mildly heckling Rhodes. Rhodes beginning to step into the ring, the ref is right there and Showtime puts Ace to the mat from the outside by hanging him throat first on the top rope.

High Tide wrapping a tight leg lock in on Ace, he begins to watch as his corner gets farther and farther away. That’s right, Ace is dragging him like dead weight across the ring. Reaching out for a tag, Showtime jumps in and kicks Ace in the back of the neck. The momentum stopped for now, the referee begins to force Showtime back out of the ring ... and Majors jumps in to rain down quick but stiff blows to High Tide who has nowhere to go. And when the ref turns around? Both men are laid out in the center of the ring.

The crowd is rooting for Ace, Marshall and his stable rooting for High Tide.

Who’s gonna get there first?!

ACE! Ace with the tag to Grimm! Grimm isn’t the only one entering. Majors jumps in wanting a piece of Showtime, who’s jumping in to help Tide after getting the tag. It’s three on two ... soon to be three on three as Whitey jumps in to cut Majors off and the ref is quickly beginning to lose control of this one. Ace and Tide are back to brawling again, while the legal men are in the center of the ring duking it out. Their hatred exudes from every heavy-handed shot. Grimm gets the upper hand and plants Showtime with a vicious Spinebuster. Ace and Tide roll out of the ring as do Whitey and Majors. People brawling on the outside, the ref has finally lost control again .... the fire between these two teams having finally reached critical status. .

Wasp jumping in to help out against Grimm, he catches the Hangtown Horror by surprise and lays into him with kicks and punches. Rhodes coming in to fight off Wasp who has managed to drop Grimm to the mat, Rhodes whips Wasp ALL THE WAY to the floor ... and now it’s Rhodes and Showtime going mano-y-mano in the center of the ring with Grimm off to the side struggling to catch his feet.

Marshall beginning to sweat a little bit, he begins to call his troops back to order ... between he and the ref managing to restore SOME kind of order.

That is, until the ref is blasted from behind by an Irish Whipped Sean Rhodes.

And chaos reigns again.

The brawls on the outside resume, having only taken a short sabbatical. Rhodes and Showtime are still going at it fiercely with Showtime being caught with a Sean Rhodes Spinning Back Fist as he presses the attack. Blunt Trauma! Blunt Trauma for Michael Wryght! Rhodes goes for the cover ... but the ref is down. Counting for himself, the crowd cheers but it’s no good. The ref isn’t stirring fast enough for Rhodes’ liking. Marshall is shouting orders to his men over the cacophony of voices and shouts ...

... until a big slimy grin crosses his face.

At the top of the ramp ...

JUSTIN KAARD!

The man moves down the ramp with a purpose in his step, crossing around the ring to Skylar who’s waiting with open arms ... the jacket held between them and offered to Kaard. Instead ... Kaard grabs a steel chair and makes a beeline towards the ring. Rhodes shouting at Kaard, Showtime tags him from behind with a beautiful dropkick. The dropkick sending Rhodes towards Kaard, GRIMM pops up like a demon beside Kaard and snatches the chair from him.

Kaard and Grimm having a good-old-fashioned standoff, they are paying no attention to Showtime and Rhodes still going at it. Kaard quickly escapes from the ring before Grimm can do anything. A shout from Rhodes to Grimm ... Grimm hesitates only a spilt-second before ...

PLASTERING Sean Rhodes with the steel chair!

A last minute reversal leaves Rhodes on the mat, Grimm with the chair at his feet ... the force of his shot so powerful as to slip from his grasp. He isn’t left there long to survey the damage he’s done as the rest of Marshall’s Law hits the ring, pouncing on Grimm from behind and dragging him from the ring. Anderson and Majors are on the ringside floor, leaving Grimm all alone to the mercies of Marshall’s Law. Rhodes out cold in the middle of the ring, blood is pooling around his head in a sickening mosaic of pain.

Showtime is stirring slowly ... the ref is out ... and there’s Kaard sliding in the ring to

revive the ref?!

The ref slowly coming to, Kaard slips out of the ring as Showtime drapes an arm over Rhodes’ unconscious body. The ref drags his nearly lifeless form over to the nearly lifeless form of Sean Rhodes and begins the slow ... AGONIZINGLY slow pinfall count.

1 ...

2 ...

... 3!

DING DING DING!

Winner: Marshall’s Law defeat Ace Anderson, Grimm, Rick Majors, Sean Rhodes; Michael Wryght pins Sean Rhodes.

Law and ORDER

As Kaard passes Marshall on the outside of the ring (Marshall is BEAMING, by the way), Marshall tosses the green and white jacket to Kaard who catches it .... and jumps the barricade into the crowd, disappearing as soon as possible to avoid any retribution. As the camera pans around the ringside area, we see the fight STILL continuing between the Freebooters and Ford dueling with Ace and Majors who are valiantly holding their own. Grimm is still down but stirring, unable to assist as the five combatants slowly and VIOLENTLY make their way backstage.

Showtime is the only man standing in the ring and ...

... the steel chair.

Picking it up with evil intent, he drops it right beside the head of Sean Rhodes. The world knows what’s coming next. Picking Rhodes’ still limp body up by the hair, which is now damp with blood ... Showtime arranges the chair AROUND the throat of Sean Rhodes. Picking his foot up as if to stomp, Showtime sees Grimm rise to his feet on the outside. Cue the bantering from Michael Wryght.

Come on, Grimm.

SNAP CRACKLE POP, GRIMM.

SHOW THE WORLD, GRIMM!!

Grimm looks like a frog, about ready to spring at some poor and unfortunate fly ...

... when an ERUPTION of cheers fills the arena. ACE! ACE ANDERSON is back to make the save! Sprinting towards the ring, Showtime within a split-second has the chair from around Rhodes’ neck ... and is aiming it at Ace’s oncoming head. Ace drops to the mat at the impact of steel on flesh in a crumpled heap. Grimm, ever the stoic sort ... seeing the whole thing ... simply shakes his head and exits the ringside area. Stalking his way up the ramp to the entrance way, Grimm stops and looks back, turning to face Showtime ...

... who’s laughing maniacally in the ring.

Grimm, eyeballing Showtime ... daringly.

Menacingly.

RELENTLESSLY.

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<sub>Results: Gabriel Cross defeats Tyrone ‘Crazy Boy’ Smith
The New Breed and Nathan Saniti/Q ends in a double count-out
Andy D defeats Monroe
Eira defeats Murdoc to retain the Genesis Championship
Marshall’s Law defeat Ace Anderson/Grimm/Rick Majors/Sean Rhodes

I'd like to thank Chris and Kris for their help with results this week and for anyone who sent in segs/strats .... MUCH APPRECIATED!</sub>