Mass Destruction 3

[Murdoc]

Pure Class Entertainment Group presents
Mass Destruction III
From the Pure Class Arena in Greenville, South Carolina
Sunday, March 31, 2013

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The scene opens backstage as Nathan Saniti skips and hops down the hallways. As he traipses along humming an odd little tune, he stops and tilts his head to one side, and then the other, as if listening to something faint.

He takes several light steps down the hall and approaches a door. He places his ear against the door gingerly, and as he listens a moment, he hops back in surprise and stares incredulously at the door. He straightens his violently colored coat, and tries the door knob to make his way inside, but he finds it steadfastly locked. He takes a step back, and drives his left foot right through the door, taking it clear off of its hinges. He slides inside quickly and looks around. On the far side of the room, he sees a sight he was definitely not expecting.

There, tied to a chair and bound down with bright blue duct tape ... is Johnathan Cable. He is still wearing the same tights and boots as last week when we saw him attacking Sebastian St. Paul, and he looks filthy. Saniti approaches his opponent cautiously as John looks up at him from the chair and screams a muffled scream and begins to flail a bit, as best he can being as bound as he is. Saniti removes a sharpened hatpin from his hat, and slices the gag that binds his face as John gasps for full, heaving breathes of air.

”Well there my nefarious nemesis... how DO you DO? It would appear you are in a rather... tacky situation?” he practically sings with the joy of seeing the sight before him. He is not gleeful for malicious intent... just giddy at the sight itself as he chuckles at the bound Beast.

”Saniti! You have to get me out of here! The Cit...” he begins frantically before Saniti smacks the sharpened hatpin to his mouth like a quieting finger.

”Why on earth, pray tell, would I ever help you? Your soul is as black as the depths of the bottomless seas.” he says, his curiosity thoroughly piqued by the entire situation.

”Nathan... I can't explain everything right now, there isn't time... but the Citizen is the man who REALLY killed Charles, and he is going after Sebastian next. If I don't get to him before the match, I might be too late. Please... you have to cut me free!”

”Oh, your words are sweet... but our history suggests to me you are no more than a lying snake in the grass. As I said, your soul is like a karmic eclipse... but the teachings of my tag partner have taught me of forgiveness. Perhaps a chance to redeem yourself is in order?” he says as he circles around John bound to the chair, trying to decide whether or not to believe the Beast.

”Please Nathan? Cut me free before it's too late.” Johnathan pleads with him.

”Against my better judgment, and due to the nature of your plea... not to mention the lack of time before another senseless tragedy is allowed to occur... very well. But know, John Cable, if you deceive me in this, I will see to it personally that your soul rots in the darkest of hells.” Saniti finally relents and begins to cut him free of the chair. After a few strenuous minutes, Nathan finally manages to find freedom for the Beast as he stands from the chair and stretches his arms and legs to relieve the stiffness of his confinement.

”Thanks Nathan. I have to go... but before I do...” John says as he spins on Saniti and smashes him in the face with a huge double ax handle. Nathan hits the floor hard as Johnathan drives his heavy booted feet into his midsection and head in rapid succession. John picks Saniti up from the floor, and military press slams him across the chair he was bound to, splinters of wood flying in all directions. John looks down on the unconscious Saniti and then makes his way out of the door and into the hallway as the scene fades to black.

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Mark Long: Ladies and gentlemen...in roughly one minute, the PCW will present to you ... MASS DESTRUCTION 3!!!

The camera pans around the crowd, showing off some rather excited fans holding up signs of various sorts: ‘Lay Down the LAW’ from one fan. Another fan holding a sign reading ‘Sean Rhodes is my Father, look at my clothes!’ And yet another one: ‘The Hypest of the Hyped: Andy D!’ The set even looks brand new, with a general rubble theme with the main PCW-Tron wrapped in barbed wire and covered in bullet holes. Leonardo from the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles is getting everybody hyped up for the event

“Battle Scars” by Guy Sebastian & Lupe Fiasco, the official theme of Mass Destruction 3 plays in the background as Mark Long continues.

Mark Long: Before we OFFICIALLY start the event, I would like to inform you that videotaping and recording this show is strictly prohibited. Also, laser lights are not allowed in the arena. If anyone is caught with one, they'll be escorted out of the building by security and will not receive any type of refund. And last but certainly not least, the antics displayed in and out of this ring are extremely dangerous and are performed by trained professionals. You should not try this at home. All in all, sit back and enjoy the show!

Mark takes a a quick breath and continues.

Mark Long: And now ... PREPARE FOR MASS DESTRUCTION ...

... 3!!!

MATCH ONE
North American Championship Match
MONROE (©) vs. "The Archangel" Gabriel Cross
Referee: Manny Cruz

‘Power’ by Kanye West begins to play and out comes Gabriel Cross. The crowd lets out a mixed reaction as he makes his way onto the stage. Staring out at the crowd, he divests of the hood that covers his face so as to get a better look at the crowd.

Mark Long: Introducing first, from Miami, Florida ... !

Long doesn’t even get through the opening announcement as MONROE emerges from the back, surprising Cross with a forearm to the back. The North American champion, title around his waist, lays into Cross all the way down the ramp and rolls him into the ring. Following suit, he slides in and tosses the championship belt into the nearest corner as the referee calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!

Jerry Andrews: We’re starting this night off at breakneck speed, MONROE vs. Gabriel Cross for the North American championship and Al ... it looks like MONROE is here to dominate.

Al Laiman: It’s for his title, Andrews. Can you expect any less?

Gabriel attempts to get out of first gear in earnest, locking up with MONROE and after a few moments of struggle, MONROE forces Cross to mat ... who rises and hints that MONROE pulled him to the mat by his hair. MONROE shrugs it off and allows Cross to get to his feet. The two lock up again and Cross immediately goes for a powerslam, to which MONROE retaliates by slipping off of his shoulders and rolling him up in a flash.

A two count and Cross is free.

The two face to face again, a collar-and-elbow tie-up and Cross has an arm wringer on MONROE. A few heavy shoulder blocks and Cross slips behind MONROE now for a hammerlock. A bad choice as MONROE quickly reverses it and ... grabbing the nearest leg, drops Cross to the mat face first. MONROE controlling the ground game early on, Cross struggles to make it to his feet yet again. But he does so in great fashion as he flips over and reverses the hold on MONROE, slipping behind him and rolling him up small package style.

A two count and Cross backs away from the ever dangerous MONROE. The referee telling Cross to watch the tights, a frustrated MONROE jumps in and locks up with Cross a third time out of nowhere. Cross quickly moving to a side headlock, he really wrenches in on the hold and forces MONROE to back into the ropes. It’s MONROE, however, who is pushing Cross off of him and across the ring.

Cross drops MONROE with a shoulder block and immediately bounces off the nearest set of ropes. Hopping over the downed MONROE, he bounces off the next set of ropes and is caught by a hip toss setup, only to block it and retaliate with a punch to the gut followed by a belly to belly suplex that nets him a quick two count. Cross standing quickly, he begins to gloat to the crowd with great confidence ... proclaiming his dominance over the downed MONROE. As MONROE rises, he goes for a headlock but MONROE is wise enough to back up into the corner ...

... only to be followed by Cross. Cross climbing the ropes, he begins to throw punches down onto MONROE ... who responds by walking out towards the center of the ring and dropping Cross face-first onto the top turnbuckle. Cross rolling away from the corner, MONROE follows him and takes hold of his legs and drops a headbutt to the stomach. Cross begins to crawl to the nearest corner and pull himself up, while MONROE is RIGHT THERE waiting with a stiff shot to the jaw.

Jerry Andrews: A very evenly contested match thus far, Al. Both men seem to be unwilling to make the first BIG mistake. And it’s not a bad theory ...

Al Laiman: Definitely not a bad idea at ALL, Andrews.

Another shot to the head and Cross is really feeling the effects. A third shot and Cross is on his back again, this time underneath the boot of MONROE. The referee beginning to standard five count, MONROE breaks the hold at four per the rules ... taking the time to walk around a bit to catch his breath. As he turns to press the attack, Cross is waiting for him and reverses ... throwing MONROE into the corner back first and throwing several shots to the mouth of MONROE before whipping him across the ring.

Cross rushes in to meet him, only to catch a boot to the face. Cross staggers back and MONROE explodes out of the corner with a running clothesline that leaves Cross flat on the mat. Taking hold of the legs again, MONROE throws a boot to the gut this time. A second shot. A third shot. He’s trying to punish Gabriel Cross. And punish him he is. As Cross begins to rise, MONROE gathers him into his arms and drops him again with a side Russian Leg Sweep into a pinfall cover.

1 ...

2 ...

... a kickout at two and MONROE is back on the attack with a headlock from behind. MONROE near the ropes, he takes a few liberties and props his feet up on the bottom rope. The ref not noticing his advantage, MONROE steps it up to the second rope, adding more pressure to the hold. As the referee turns to see the bigger picture, MONROE drops to the mat yet again. Everything looking hunky-dory and normal as can be. Even when the referee questions him, MONROE is cool as can be.

Cross finally managing to make his way to a sitting position, the crowd desperately wants to see a more back and forth action ... something that Cross is eager to give them. As he fights his way to his feet, Cross throws an elbow to the gut, followed by another one. Suddenly free of the headlock, MONROE boots Cross in the bread basket and drops him back to the mat with a DDT.

A pinfall attempt ...

1 ...

2 ...

... a kickout! The crowd is really into this one and they’re not shy in voicing their opinions. MONROE is up to banter with the ref. Fully believing he should’ve had the match in the bag, he’s adamant that the ref open his eyes. Turning his back to the ref, MONROE presses the attack and goes after Cross. As he pulls Cross to his feet, Cross throws a steady shot to the stomach. Another. And another. A FLURRY OF PUNCHES and Cross has MONROE backing away. A Muay Thai clinch and several knees to the gut later, MONROE is backed into the corner with Cross dictating the pace of the match.

As MONROE fights back as best he can, Cross has the momentum and locks around the waist of MONROE ... pulling him into a 360 degree spine buster that leaves MONROE laying. Not quite down for the count, Cross throws a punch or two to the fallen MONROE and proceeds to the turnbuckle and climbs ... only for MONROE to dive at the ropes and unbalance the Ascending Archangel. Crotched on the top turnbuckle, MONROE slinks in for an attack of opportunity and latches on ... and throws himself and Cross back with great force. A superplex shaking the mat beneath them, the crowd is on their collective feet to show their support for the gladiatorial superstars.

Jerry Andrews: The crowd is on their feet, Al!

Al Laiman: That’s because the ground was shaking underneath them, Andrews! That was an AWESOME superplex.

A slow movement here and there ... and MONROE on top for the cover.

1 ...

2 ...

... th-NO! Cross gets a shoulder up at nearly the last moment to break the three count.

As MONROE staggers to his feet, Cross is not far behind him as he is dragged upwards. Before he can make it to his feet, Cross pushes MONROE back into the corner and ... when MONROE staggers out, Cross has MONROE rolled up in a flash!

1 ...

2 ...

... no! MONROE kicks out of the roll up attempt at the last moment himself! Back and forth, back and forth ... who will land the final blow?!

A forearm to the back of the head from MONROE to Cross and things have slowed down a bit more in MONROE’s favor. MONROE pulling Cross to his feet, he plants him again with a backbreaker over the knee, leaving Cross writhing in agony. Cross is still rising, crawling towards MONROE in order to pull himself to his feet. Dragging himself to a standing position, MONROE throws a punch but Cross ducks and catches MONROE in the ribs with a shoulder block/spear ... forcing MONROE back into the corner.

A shoulder block. A second ... a third is expected but MONROE forces Cross out of the corner with a pair of sumo slaps and and a boot to the gut, Pumphandle ... what’s he going for here ... ? THE GAMERA EXTINCTION! Pumphandle brainbuster! Cross is down in the middle of the ring, can MONROE cover?!

1 ...

2 ...




.... 3!!!!!

Winner: MONROE via pinfall

The crowd is on their feet for this, the OPENING contest of what looks to be a very hotly contested and exciting Pay-Per-View event!

[Murdoc]

Not So Victor-Ious

The scene opens backstage and we see Victor Bradshaw rushing around a corner, nearly falling over a large tech box in his haste. He regains his composure quickly, and runs down a long stretch of hallway before barreling through a couple of techs sending paperwork flying into the air.

“He's trying to kill me! Somebody help me? God... keep him away from me!” Vic screams as the techs try to collect themselves... and he stumbles down the hallway for a few feet before turning to look back. There, standing in the hallway shrouded in shadow, stands the Citizen, his fists clenched at his sides.

“Your treachery is over old man... and it's time to pay your penance.” he says before making his way towards them. The techs pancake the walls as their papers flutter to the ground, and Victor runs around another corner trying to escape. He rushes down another hallway, frantic to get away from the Citizen, and as he rounds another corner, he is confronted by an even bigger threat. Vic tries to stop, but slides across the floor instead, stopping at the feet of none other than Wasp and that strange Spider-man Masked fellow from last Trauma.

“Well well well, what do we have here? Seems the Insect Brigade has caught another fly in their web. You say a man is trying to kill you? You'd be better off with him, we don't have to try," Wasp replies, his tone full of barely suppressed anger. Victor could only squeak as he tries to beg for mercy. His throat had constricted and no words would come out. This causes Wasp to smile, but it is not a joyful smile, it is a sort of sadistic, evil smile.

The Masked Man makes his move then, a quick karate chop to the chest. Victor is knocked down, cowering in fear now. He struggles to his feet and the Masked Man has retrieved a blue, steel chair from nearby and as Victor rises, the Masked Man holds the chair in front of his face. He does not even see the kick from Wasp, a vicious yet beautifully delivered Spinning Superkick. The sound of the chair as it collides and bounces off of Victor's skull is audible, and he falls to the ground no resistance left in him.

The Masked Man whispers something to Wasp who nods, and soon the unknown figure has fled into the darkness. Wasp can hear people coming towards him, and wastes no time. Instead of fleeing with the Masked Man, he leans Victor up against a wall. Going back down, he grabs the chair, now with a noticeable dent in it. He positions Victor's head so that his neck is in between the two parts of the collapsible chair and without any further warning delivers a devastating DDT to the ground below.

Wasp barely manages to escape the scene, ducking around a corner and a group of PCW Staff come upon the mangled body of Victor. One takes charge, yelling at the others. One pulls out a cellphone and dials 911, while another checks his pulse.

MATCH TWO
Tag Team Championship Match
Three-Way Elimination
The Flying Freebooters (©) vs. Nathan Saniti & Q vs. The New Breed
Referee: Eric Russo

With Nathan Saniti and his partner Q having already entered the ring while the backstage segment played, Five Finger Death Punch by Dying Breed hits and the arena is coloured blue and green. The New Breed take their time appearing but they do, and the stride down to the ring confidently. Jonathon Cable takes his spot in the ring where Saniti is standing at the ready, while his partner heads for the apron. Next to hit is Hollow by Alice in Chains, the Flying Freebooters debuting their new tag team entrance song. High Tide wastes no time at all, running down the ramp and sliding into the ring.

Before the bell has even rung, Tide begins to take it Saniti, the closest individual to him. He unleashes a series of chops, sending Saniti stumbling backwards. Cable stays close to the two, but makes no move yet, content to let the other two men wear each other down. Eventually Saniti manages to block a right from Tide, and throw one back, catching him off guard and knocking him to the mat. Saniti turns around and attempts to get away to catch his breath. However he walks right into an opportunistic Beast who kicks him in the gut and sends him hard to the mat with a power slam. He hooks a leg on Saniti and the referee gets to two before the shoulder comes up.

Cable stands to find that Tide is up now as well. The two lock up in the center of the ring, but The Beast is an imposing figure and merely throws Tide across the ring; turning to face the prone Saniti. However the pirate is quick, and rebounding off the ropes he takes out Cable's feet with a running chop block, sending him crashing to the mat. Tide quickly makes it to his corner and tags in his partner Wasp, who is eager to get into the fray.

Both The Beast and Saniti are on their feet, and it appears as if they, if not for a split second, are in the same mind-set. Both are staring at the fresh Wasp. The both run at him, and Wasp only manages to duck a clothesline at the last second. Both the unlikely duo and Wasp bounce off opposite ropes and Wasp attempts to throw himself at the two. However he succeeds only in getting caught in a massive double clothesline, leaving him on the mat and groaning loudly,

Cable turns around to face Saniti but it is too late as he is the recipient of a low blow. He falls to the ground clutching his family jewels. Eric Russo motions for the bell and Q can be seen a look of shock on his face as the ringside announcer informs the crowd.

“The team of Nathan Saniti and Q have been eliminated via Disqualification!”

The crowd boos and Saniti exits the ring angrily, not even bothering to step over the fallen Wasp but merely using him as one would use the sidewalk. He can be seen storming off as Q stands there still clearly in shock. With both of the remaining legal men still attempting to get to a vertical base, the referee walks over to Q and calmly explains what has happened. Q only nods, a look of disappointment on his face as he walks slow and sullen to the back.


Cable is the first man to rise to his feet and he wisely makes a tag, allowing “Simply Stunning” Sebastian St. Paul to enter the ring. He is fresh and ready to go and he takes it to Wasp. He sends the butt of his head right into Wasp's face, causing him to stumble back. He grabs a hold of his opponent and this times delivers not one, but three vicious head-butts, only letting go after the third. By then the only thing holding Wasp up is SSP and the insect wrestler falls to mat. St. Paul goes for a pin, but Tide is there to break it up, stomping on one half of the New Breed.

Seeing the unfair advantage The Beast enters the ring and heads straight for Tide. Referee Eric Russo thinks about attempting to restore order for a moment, before he has to dive out of the way, narrowly avoiding a charging Beast. However Tide is not nearly as lucky. He attempts to move out of the way, only to put himself in the path of a swinging DDT. Wasp and St. Paul are fighting too, Wasp driving the other legal man into a corner, where he begins to beat on him, raining down a fury of lefts and rights.

However he doesn't think to check what Cable is doing, and he turns too late. He finds himself the meat in a New Breed sandwich as the Beast crushes him into his partner. With one of the Freebooters down and the other rising, Cable quickly goes back on the apron. St. Paul uses the ropes to steady himself and heads for his corner to make the tag. Eric Russo moves closer in order to make sure it's a valid tag and just as the tag occurs he finds himself unlucky this time. In the path of Tide he is ran over as the Rated Arrrrgh! Superstar attempts to break up the tag.

Tide frees himself from the referee’s grasp and noticing that he is out, a smile forms on his face. However this smile is wiped off his face as The New Breed catch him with a solid double clothesline. However Wasp is now up and as the duo turns around he is waiting. Wasp delivers a super-kick to Cable, sending him tumbling over the ropes and spilling him on the outside. St. Paul throws a punch but Wasp ducks under it. With no referee to disqualify him he delivers a low blow with his foot, sending Simply Stunning to his knees.

Tide is up now and runs to the far side of the ropes. He rebounds off them and delivers a jumping cutter to St. Paul. St. Paul, no quitter, struggles to his feet, this time only to go back down with a jumping DDT from the other half of the Flying Freebooters. Wasp hooks a leg for the pin while Tide attempts to revive the referee with a combination of light face slaps and shaking. Finally Eric Russo comes to and begins to make a count. He gets to two before stopping and shaking his head at Wasp. Tide is furious and demands an explanation, and the referee can be shaking his head and pointing at St. Paul.

That's when Cable rejoins the action, kicking Tide in the gut and sending him down with a perfectly executed DDT. Wasp gets up and turns to fight him, but he walks right into a clothesline! Cable sets him up and sends him down brutally hard to the mat with a Waking Nightmare! The Beast goes for the pin and this time Eric Russo makes the count. 1...2...3!

Winner(s): The New Breed via pin fall; Johnathan Cable pins The Wasp

As the fans cheer for the PCW Superstars efforts in this match-up, the PCW-Tron lights up, and we see Johnathan Cable on the giant screen.

”Nathan... I almost felt bad about what happened earlier, but then I thought about it... and I realized I didn't give a shit after all. Looking back, I wish I had broke your neck. Maybe I can rectify this situation after all? What do you say Tarrant? Want to play the part of Nathan Saniti for me for just a little while? It will be a ton of fun!” He laughs as he grabs Tarrant from the floor and lifts him up for all to see, tied up and bound much as he was earlier in the night.

Saniti looks across the ring at John Cable, who looks back at him. Sebastian rushes towards Saniti as the rage builds, and he grabs him by the shoulders and turns him to face him. ”Nathan... that isn't John. That man is not Johnathan Cable.” he yells at him as he points to the PCWtron. ”We have to hurry and find them Nathan... Tarrant is really in trouble! There is no telling what he will do to him if we don't find him right now.”

All eyes turn back to the PCW-Tron as the John Cable up there drags Tarrant out of a massive bay door in the back of the arena. ”You had better hurry up now... I'm getting a little bored of this game. I think I may just finish it all right now, and save myself the trouble of finding out how it really ends.” he says as the tron goes black. Sebastian, Cable, the Citizen, and Saniti all rush up the ramp in a pack and through the curtain as the show goes on.

MATCH THREE
Genesis Championship Match
Genesis Rules
Eira (©) vs. Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith vs. Murdoc vs. Andy D
Referee: Charles Lim

Without any warning, music or anything else, PCW star Andy D walks out onto the stage with a microphone in hand. The crowd cheers a little at noticing him onstage, and he waits for them to quieten a little before starting to speak

Andy: If I could have everybody’s attention for a couple of minutes. I apologise for this little break in the show, but I need to say something right here.

The crowd goes silent across the whole arena.

Andy: For a while now I’ve noticed, and I know a lot of you have as well, that I just haven’t been quite myself. Truth is I’ve felt like something was missing, like a part of me that I used to walk out here with has disappeared. I’ve tried to find it while facing people in the ring, I tried to find it out of the ring. But it just stayed lost. Then after the last trauma, as I’m being helped to my ride home, there’s this kid and his dad come up to me out in the parking lot. Danny, the kids name was. And Danny just wanted an autograph from yours truly. So of course, I couldn’t deny him that.

Jerry Andrews: It’s one of the reasons the fans like him so much is because he truly likes the fans.

Andy: And then after I signed his program, he said to me “You’re my favourite Andy. No matter if you win or lose, I always know I’ll get a great match from you.” And that was when the epiphany hit. See, what I thought was missing from me, it wasn’t lost at all. It was simply forgotten. And now I remembered it, as clear as crystal. It’s why I do this. It’s not to win matches or gain titles, as cool as that actually is.

Al Laiman: I’m pretty sure there’s no other reason to wrestling beyond those two.

Jerry Andrews: Andy seems to think there is.

Andy: No, the reason I do this is for you. I am out here for each and every single member of the PCW Faithful, whether you love me or you hate me. My only goal is to come out here and entertain you.

A big cheer goes up across the arena from the whole of the faithful in attendance who always love to be name-checked.

Andy: Now I’d ask myself if I have been entertaining, but I’m not the right person to ask. No, that’s a question for you. So I ask you, the faithful. Are you not entertained?

There’s another cheer that goes across the crowd.

Andy: I said, ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?!

And that’s when the brand new beat kicks in and starts playing over the PA system

Everybody make noise and scream out

Jerry Andrews: What’s this now?

We ain’t at the dentist but scream out]\

Al Laiman: Is that new entrance music?

And act like you’re in pain…

Jerry Andrews: I think it is Al.

Furthermore, act like your insane, everybody scream

On the everybody scream, Andy himself yells it into the microphone and the crowd indeed goes crazy.

Oh Lord, I don’t know if you know way I’m here but you need to know that I stand here with a purpose

Andy heads down to the ring, slapping hands with the crowd as he does, trying to catch everyone he can on his way down to the ring

I came to rock the crowd and make everybody scream out loud my aim is to work it

Are you not entertained?

Andy mouths along those words into a camera as he passes by, before charging and sliding into the ring.

If my attitude stinks am I meant to change?

Running and jumping up onto a turnbuckle, Andy poses for the crowd for a moment before flipping the bucket hat off his head and throwing it down towards the ring girl, landing it perfectly onto Stacy’s head. Andy leaps of the turnbuckle with a bit of a grin on his face.

I’m R O T T E N, Do I need to say it again?

Andy faces out towards the stage and bounces a little, giving a few boxer jabs to hype himself up, ready for the rest of his opponents and the match to begin.

The lights flicker and fade out as the pulsating beats of Dope Star Inc's "10000 Watts of Artificial Pleasure" pops on the PA system. Smoke fills the arena as a figure stands in the middle of it. All the sudden, Crazy Boy comes out of the smoke and pumps a fist in the air.

Mark Long: Introducing next, weighing in at 227 pounds ... he is TYRONE .... CRAZY BOYYYYY ... SMITH!

He walks down the entryway and climbs the ropes of the ring. He bounces around the ropes a few times, pumps his fist in the air one last time and waits for the next opponent to hit the ring. 'Xerxes' by Audiomachine kicks in. The steady thump of the bass fills the arena like a heartbeat. And it's on one of these thumps that from underneath the edge of said flames, Murdoc begins to ascend. Or does he?

Several long seconds later and it's quite apparent that Murdoc is nowhere to be seen. The crowd murmurs with confusion as the referee looks to the other combatants ... then to the announcers ... even to the timekeeper and ring announcer. No one seems to know what's going on.

The music begins to play again ... with the same results.

No Murdoc.

Jerry Andrews: ... this is puzzling, to say the least Al. Murdoc doesn't have a tendency to simply NOT show up for a match. Especially when it's for a major championship.

Al Laiman: It's because he knows he'd have to be in heated combat with his precious Eira once again.

Jerry Andrews: While I loathe to agree with your point-of-view within earshot of that monster, you might be right Al. The question is: where IS he?

The referee watches ... powerless ... as the music suddenly switches to "Untouchable" by Xtortion Audio begins to play over the PCW speakers. A low, dense fog flows over the entranceway, stretching all the way to the ringside area. The lights dim into an indigo ... light strobes flickering to accentuate the song. When the undulating female vocals begin at the :57 second mark, Eira emerges from the back. White hair pulled back and braided, her silken steel-colored robe swishes along the ground as she walks ... almost in step with the music.

Paying no mind to the crowd around her ... or ANYONE for the matter, she slowly makes her way to the ring. It's obvious that Eira is more than just a tad concerned about Murdoc's absence, at least more so than most in attendance.

Mark Long: And introducing the final combatant. She stands at 5 feet, 9 inches and weighs in tonight at 160 pounds ...

... she is YOUR Genesis Champion ... EIRAAAAAAAA!

Parting the fog in her wake, Eira slowly climbs the steps and walks to mid-apron ... wiping her feet on the apron before entering. Walking methodically to the center, Eira bows to each set of ring ropes before moving to one of the corners farthest away from the entrance. Removing the robe, she begins stretching each leg on the top strand ... highlighting her amazing flexibility and balance as she focuses on the task at hand as best she can.

All eyes are on the ring, everyone in attendance from the front row patron to Justin Kaard all the way up in the skybox above ...

... DING DING DING!

This match is now officially underway!

Wasting no time, Eira rushes the center of the ring to meet both Andy D AND Crazy Boy. The two men throwing punches wildly in hopes of starting off strong, Eira ... ever present in the moment ... is ducking the flying fists and pepper each man with shots of her own on the sly.

The big break comes with Smith nailing a beautiful hip-toss on Andy D, sending him rolling across the ring in hopes of lessening the impact. As Crazy Boy attempts to press the attack, Eira is right there with a dropkick to the back of the knee.

Crazy Boy kneeling, Eira rushes him and snaps off a low-angled hurricanrana that propels Crazy Boy towards Andy D. As Crazy Boy wills himself to his feet, Eira takes off and uses Smith as a footstool ... hurtling towards Andy D. Andy D catching the last glimpse of Eira floating through mid-air ... he actually CATCHES her and re-directs the momentum enough to move forward.

Tripping over Crazy Boy and slamming Eira to the mat.

Al Laiman: A beautiful display leading into an Andy D screw-up. Sounds about right.

Jerry Andrews: While lucky, look who came out of the initial fracas on top, Al.

Andy D now up, he's facing off with Smith as the two throw heavy punches and chops to each other. It's Andy D coming out ahead, forcing Crazy Boy back against the ropes. The crowd is on their feet for Andy as he whips Crazy Boy across the ring. Andy D hopping up and over Smith, he drops prone to the mat to avoid him again ...

... leaving Crazy Boy to run into a dropkick from Eira ... oh, and Andy D is unfortunate enough to be on the receiving end of a sudden moonsault splash from Eira to round out the drop kick on Crazy Boy.

Bit of improvised offense from the Genesis Champion, showing why she IS the champion and why she's been nearly unstoppable in the ring. Eira now in control, she drags Andy to his feet ... and Andy drops again with a jawbreaker on Eira that leaves her reeling.

Eira turns into a jumping heel kick from Crazy Boy that leaves her dazed on the mat. Crazy Boy and Andy coming face to face again, it's Crazy Boy this time with the momentum as he locks up Andy D, whipping him into the corner. An avalanche rush later, and Andy is draped across the top turnbuckle.

Crazy Boy wading in with heavy leather, Andy slowly slides his way to a seated position in the corner. Boot scrape from Crazy Boy. Second boot scrape. Third boot scrape. This is getting painful to watch. Crazy Boy backs off to break the referee's five count ... but only long enough to get a head of steam and rush Andy with a face wash in the corner.

Jerry Andrews: Andy started off powerfully, but is slowly being dragged down by Crazy Boy's veteran instincts. He's GOT to pick the pace up if he hopes to take the title home tonight.

Al Laiman: After that, Andrews, the fans may not be so loving of Andy D when the match is over and he doesn't have a recognizable FACE anymore.

Crazy Boy dragging Andy to his feet, he whips him across the ring again ... only for Andy to be caught by Eira, who discus throws Andy RIGHT BACK INTO Crazy Boy. The two collide and Eira takes off after him. Leapfrogging over Andy D, Eira wraps her legs around Crazy Boy's neck and flips into a hurricanrana, amazing to watch in such close quarters.

Andy, however, has other plans.

Before Crazy Boy can hit the mat, Andy grabs his legs and hoists him up with an unbelievable show of power and drops him directly onto Eira's back with a powerbomb!

Jerry Andrews: My GOD, what a move!

Al Laiman: Even -I have to admit, that was freakin' awesome!

Andy D rolling Crazy Boy off of Eira, he rolls the champion over to go for the pinfall.

1 ...

2 ...

...Eira kicks out at two, much to the chagrin of Andy D. The crowd is eating the back-and-forth action up, each of the combatants having the same amount of well-wishers in the crowd at this point ... completely enthralled at the athleticism of these three individuals.

Andy D in form control, he moves back over to Crazy Boy while he KNOWS Eira is down for the present in hopes of wearing down the biggest threat. A side headlock and Crazy Boy attempts to push Andy D away, but Andy D hangs on for dear life. Leaning back, Crazy Boy forces Andy D into the air and drops him with a belly-to-back suplex that leaves Andy D gasping for air. A pinfall attempt and a 1 count later, Crazy Boy is in the driver's seat ... but not if Eira has anything to say about it.

Throwing herself back into the fray, Eira rushes Crazy Boy with a flurry of leg kicks and chops, momentarily stunning the Crazy One. Throwing her full weight into it, Eira lands a vicious discus axe handle to Crazy Boy's chest ... a nod to her partner-in-crime, Murdoc ... and Crazy Boy drops to the mat in a heap. Eira dropping top the mat and covering Smith nets her a two count and the crowd is on their feet, cheering for the Genesis Champion. She's standing tall as another challenger to the throne appears as Andy D is back to his feet, having gathered his thoughts enough to properly affect a change.

And change things, he does.

Eira and Andy D waging war in the center of the ring, Andy brings Eira down with a drop toe hold ... a float over into a rear mounted neck wrench, Eira shows INCREDIBLE flexibility as she pulls her legs up enough to hook underneath Andy's arms. As she flexes her leg muscles, Andy's grip is weakened and Eira escapes the headlock.

Jerry Andrews: Will you look at that leg strength, Al? The woman is about as flexible as they come and it's causing major problems from the challerngers here tonight.

Al Laiman: Well let's just say that if my ex were as flexible as THAT ...

Jerry Andrews: I don't EVEN want to know, Al.

Andy attempts to re-assert his dominance but Eira is having none of it and the two are soon back to their feet in the center of the ring. Andy D slowly beginning to get the advantage of a slug-fest, Eira is beginning to dodge more and more of the punches in order to avoid the damage ... but Andy is on fire and Eira is soon backed against the ropes.

Andy backing up, he catches a glimpse of blurry blond hair and sidesteps in order to avoid a bull rush from Crazy Boy. Eira, on the other hand, isn't so lucky and catches the full force of Smith's attack. Pushed without mercy through the ropes, Eira falls to the floor with a sickening thud.

Crazy Boy backing away from the ropes, he turns into a boot to the gut by Andy D ... DRAGON'S BITE! Out of nowhere, Andy hits the Dragon's Bite on Crazy Boy.

1 ...

2 ...

... 3-NO! At the very last possible second, Crazy Boy manages to drape an arm over the bottom rope. Andy D in shock at the match continuing, he does what any man would do: yell. With a mouth full of venom and determination, Andy D backs off enough to allow Crazy Boy the chance to rise ...

... and another Dragon's Bite! This one even more devastating than the last it seems, Crazy Boy crumples in a heap in the center of the ring. Nowhere to go, nowhere to escape to ... Andy D covers the Crazy One.

1 ...

2 ...

A last minute dive from the outside of the ring and Eira is not enough to catch the ...

.... 3!

Winner: Andy D via pinfall; Andy D pins Tyrone Smith

Eira exhausted in the center of the ring, Crazy Boy out cold ... and Andy D is struggling to his feet ... only to be awarded the Genesis Championship. We go now to Mark Long for the official announcement.

Mark Long: Your winner ... and NEWWWWWW Genesis Champion .... ANDYYYYYY D!

The crowd erupts into a chorus of cheers and hoots and hollers, Andy D screaming and cheering right alongside them. That is, until ...

Alpha And Omega

The PCW-Tron lights up, a shaky and static-y kind of video feed playing over the arena's P.A. system. And directly in the center of the feed, stands the one man MISSING from tonight's festivities.

MURDOC.

Jerry Andrews: Well that answers our question, Al. There's Murdoc, but where exactly IS he?!

Al Laiman: Good question, Andrews. Now if you'd kindly SHUT UP so we can find out.

All is quiet for a few seconds. Until finally ...

'Good EVENING, Pure Class Wrestling. Fans. Everyone, in fact. I just wanted to congratulate Andy D on a hard-fought victory over a perennial nobody for a title that did not even belong to him. Well done.'

Murdoc lets loose a golf clap, to which the crowd responds with a healthy and renewed round of boos.

'Oh COME now! I'm excited! I'm excited for your win, Andy. Really. It means ANOTHER division in Pure Class Wrestling TANKING. So, in celebration ... I propose a BONFIRE. A jumping off, if you have ever heard the term. What do you think, Andy? Do you like bonfires? Camping? Roasting marshmallows?'

The camera pans out to show ... a rather disturbing sight. A man dressed as Leo from the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles is bound with ropes and chains to a metal pole somewhere in the Pure Class arena. Eira is now on her feet and watching the screen with great interest. She won't allow herself the satisfaction of a smile, though on the inside she is.

'Or how about ... seared turtle? A delicacy in some countries. Marshall? I warned you. You stuck your nose into my business ONE too many times. I was content to forget about you. You're not the smartest business man, are you? HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN WHO I AM?!'

The camera doesn't catch it, but Murdoc reaches off camera and retrieves what appears to be a half full canister of gasoline. He shakes it, the liquid gurgling inside as he smiles wickedly.

Jerry Andrews: Gas ... that's GASOLINE! Oh god no, get some help back there!

Al Laiman: I can't even condone this, Murdoc. Marshall, lay down the law ... stop him!

The man in the turtle costume protests violently, shaking and straining against his bonds as Murdoc begins to unceremoniously dump the liquid all over the man, soaking into the costume and dripping in a pool on the floor. From somewhere on his person, Murdoc produces a match and holds it up for the camera to see. Eira is already out of the ring and rushing up the ramp towards the back.

'And they shall be afraid: pangs and sorrows shall take hold of them; they shall be in pain as a woman that travaileth. They shall be amazed one at another ...'[/b] With that, Murdoc strikes the match and let's the flame dance at the top before casually tossing it mover his shoulder behind him.

'... and their faces shall be as FLAMES.'

The gasoline instantly ignites, a violent plume of fire rising from the ground and engulfing poor Leonardo. The unholy s reams of the man within are enough to curdle the most hardened of men's hearts. The camera is focused on the violent spasms of the man swallowed by the ever-rising funeral pyre and thankfully, someone in the control room decides to cut to another scene ...

[Murdoc]

... this one being the New Breed and Nathan Saniti rushing towards us. They slow down and begin to search the area for Tarrant. Suddenly, the second John Cable pops out of a doorway nearby with a revolver pointed at Tarrant's head, the barrel of the gun stuffed directly into the ear hole of his fluffy white ear as this John holds him up by the neck.

”I have been looking forward to finishing this once and for all for so long... I can't wait to wash my hands of you washed up has-beens and idiots and finally be done living this shit life!” he says as he moves the gun from Tarrant's head to aim it first at Sebastian. With the pistol firmly in his grasp, John squeezes the trigger without hesitation as he levels it. The blast resonates in the close, dark hallway, the noise louder than any can stand. In a moment, everything changes. The bullet flies from the barrel of the gun as Saniti dives forward, taking the bullet in the shoulder and flopping heavily to the floor. Tarrant lifts his heavy feet up, and mule kicks John's hand, sending the gun flying down the hallway as John tosses him to the side. Sebastian crouches over Nathan as the Citizen and the real Cable rush the masked gunman. He makes a dive for the gun, but Citizen and Cable are on in him in no time, and they haul him to his feet.

Citizen takes the man in his massive arms, and holds him as John sizes him up. Cable reaches up behind his head, and unlaces his mask swiftly, pulling the leather from his face, and revealing the criss-crossed scars and pock marks of his disfigured face. The red welts lace across his features and are pulled taunt across his bones. ”I know who I am... but I don't yet know who you are.” John says.

”Why don't we find out right now, John?” says the Citizen as John reaches behind his head and goes to unlace his mask. The man rears his head back, busting the Citizen in the mouth with a nasty headbutt that breaks his hold, and the man dives for the pistol once more. He rolls over it as Cable reaches for him, and as he turns over to face the Beast, there is another loud bang in the hallway, followed by two more. John looks down at himself, and then at the masked man, unsure of who fired the shot exactly. Then, the masked man sinks to one knee, and falls on his leather clad face there on the floor. The bullet holes are in his back, and down the hallway not far, we see Darina and Owen, both with pistols in their hands, leveled at Johnathan, wispy smoke trails from the end of their barrels.

”Nobody smashes my brother's face in and gets away with it you bastard.” Darina says as the two lower their guns, and make their way towards Sebastian with Tarrant and Nathan on the floor.

”Nathan... why did you do that?” Sebastian asks, bewildered in the moment.

”Are you alright, Nathan? We need to get you home right away!” Tarrant says, frantically as Nathan bleeds onto the floor.

”Ah... Tarrant. Fear not. I shall be just fine. Mr. St. Paul... No matter what you may feel about tonight's event, the gold on the outside isn't as precious as the gold inside. Find THAT, and you shall truly be a champion. Remember that.” Saniti says as his head lolls to the side and he exhales a deep breath.

”Nathan! Nathan...” Sebastian yells at him as he shakes him.

Then, as strange as it would be for anyone else, for Nathan it was almost expected, a purple smoke begins to billow from his jacket until it envelopes him entirely. Sebastian and Tarrant back away quickly as the smokes starts to swirl around and converge on the odd man's strange hat. The smoke, in moments, is sucked inside and is gone. Tarrant steps over, and lifts the hat in his hands looking at it lovingly as he places it on his head and turns to the bunch of them.

”Nathan will be fine... I assure you. Do not forget what he said Sebastian, for he spoke true words. Find the Champion inside yourself, and all that glitters will not outshine you. I bid you all a good day and pleasant tomorrow. Fairfarren.”

With that, Tarrant turns and hops off down the hallway until he disappears in a puff of purple smoke himself. EMT and Security come scrambling down the hall from around the corner then as a pair of police officers make their way to the scene from the other end of the hall as the scene fades to black.

MATCH FOUR
International Championship Match
"THE Asshole" Whitey Ford (©) vs. Rick Majors
Special Referee: Ace Anderson

The special referee for the match, Ace Anderson, is already in the ring. Waving at the crowd, posing a bit ...

... and 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. 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"

He 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 start of the match.

Critical Acclaim starts to play, and the lights dim down to darkness, except for the stage. The PCW-Tron plays clips if Ford hitting his finishers or any other high impact moves. Once the heavy guitars kick in, Whitey walks out onto the stage with his arms held open, soaking in the crowd reaction with an arrogant smile. He doesn't waste much time on the stage and continues down the ramp, not afraid to mouth off to the fans if they get too vocal along the way. Johnny Veigns makes his way out behind Ford, making sure he's not in the spotlight but close enough to intervene if anything happens that isn't supposed to.

Mark Long: And now introducing ... weighing in tonight at 220 pounds ... he is the INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION .... WHITEYYYYYYY FORD!

Whitey enters the ring and circles the center, showing off to the crowd and proudly displaying HIS title. After giving the belt a quick kiss, he hands it off to the referee who shows the entire crowd what the prize is for this match. After handing it off the time keeper ...

DING DING DING!

The bell is sounded and the match begins. Ford and Majors circling each other like wolves while Ace Anderson looks on in his capacity as special guest referee. Ace’s expression one of focused attention, no real hint of his personal thoughts or feelings visible on the big man’s face. Majors glaring at Ford with undisguised contempt, which only seems to add to the Whitey’s smirk.

Al Laiman: Evenly matched competitors up there size wise for this match.

Jerry Andrews: Size isn’t everything, you know.

Al Laiman: That must be a never-ending reassurance to your personal life.

Majors breaks the eye contact first, lunging straight at Whitey for a grapple, the two men locking up in the center of the ring, a few stray blows traded while each fights to gain the upper hand. A quick break, then straight back to it, Majors twisting Ford up into a standing hammer lock! A brief struggle and Whitey reverses it! Wrenching his opponent’s arm up and back, he uses the leverage to shove Majors away, Majors stumbling backwards towards the ropes.

Whitey follows Majors across the ring, quick to press his advantage, and bullrushes him straight into the ropes! Majors uses that extra second to get his legs under him and uses the extra momentum from the ropes to power forward into Ford, driving him down to the mat with a mean looking spear! He tries for a quick pin, but Ford gets a shoulder up before the one count.

Majors reaches down and drags Whitey to his feet, Ford fighting out of it with a series of punches, driving Majors back towards the corner, but Ace immediately separates them! He can be seen getting in Whitey’s face and gesturing with his open hand, clearly reminding him of the match rules.

Pulling Majors back towards the center of the ring, Whitey puts his head under Majors’ shoulder and lifts him up, dropping him groin first onto his knee! Ford stands, watching Majors fall back and curl onto his side from the impact of the indirect low blow, pointing and laughing obnoxiously. Ace doesn’t move to interfere, but frowns at Whitey's unsportsmanlike display.

Jerry Andrews: A Manhattan Drop? Ace doesn’t look happy but it IS a legal move!

Al Laiman: Imagine that! Whitey Ford knows something that has ‘Manhattan’ in the name - and it ISN’T an alcoholic beverage.

As Majors begins to stand back up, Ford grabs Majors’ gi pants and pulls him back down into a vicious seated jawbreaker! Majors staggers back, grasping his jaw as Whitey jumps to his feat, hoisting Majors into the air! Majors crashes down to the mat at the inevitable conclusion of the move, Ford following with an immediate pin attempt!

1...

2...

..Not yet!

The crowd explodes into cheers as Majors kicks out at the very last second! Ford’s face twists in anger, hauling off and delivering a series of punches to the still-prone contender. Ace is there in a second, dropping a large hand on either of Whitey’s shoulders and pulling him off Majors, shoving him away from his opponent and clearly chastising him for the closed-fist strikes.

Al Laiman: What?! Where’s the disqualification! I thought this was the new-and-improved, rule abiding Ace Anderson!

Jerry Andrews: Ford DID back off, and you know as well as anyone that DQ is down to ref discretion.

Majors gets a bit of a break while Ford is distracted by Ref Anderson. He glances over and sees them in the corner and rises silently, stepping calmly over to an irate, still-arguing Whitey Ford. Tapping Ford on the shoulder, he grabs him as he spins around, locking his arm up into an armbar then Irish whipping him into the ropes. Ford bounces cleanly off them and goes careening towards Majors who bends down to meet him with a backdrop - but Ford catches him with a running DDT! Leaving Majors there on the mat, Ford swaggers around the ring, soaking up the crowd’s jeering and boos, tossing out a few obscene hand gestures here and there.

Ford makes his way to the corner as Majors shakes off the effects of the DDT, climbing to stand on the turnbuckle. Suddenly Majors leaps up and rushes at him like a man posessed, climbing up and trying to muscle his way in on Whitey’s position! A series of back and forth strikes ensue as Ford struggles to maintain his location over Majors, Ace again quick to interpose himself and reprimand both combatants! While Ford is briefly distracted by arguing with Ace about his call, Majors surprises him with a violent flurry of open hand blows! Majors capitalizes on Whitey’s momentary disorientation, and superplexes Ford onto the mat with a heavy crash!

Jerry Andrews: An excellent strategy by Majors, followed up with a brutal move!

As Whitey struggles to his feet, Majors runs towards Ford, then ducks, hooking one of Ford's legs with his arm, then surges upright for a Mountain Bomb! Majors glowers impatiently as he waits for Ford to stand, then rushes forward for a clothesline, Ford reversing it into a swinging arm breaker, taking Majors to the mat! He then lets go and follows up with a standing leg drop across both of Majors’ knees!

Jerry Andrews: Ford looks to be isolating the left knee now as he continues with a stomp to the side of the knee joint, taking full advantage of Majors’ past injuries. Seems almost like cheating, if you ask me.

Al Laiman: It’s not cheating, it’s strategy.

Ford stomps again, once, twice, thr- not this time! Majors grabs the foot and jerks it back, Whitey falling square on his ass. Majors follows up by rolling on top of Ford and pulling him into a tight hold for a pin attempt!

1...

2...

Jerry Andrews: The fatigue of the match is really starting to show for both men here tonight.

..shoulder up!


Majors stands long enough to drop leg across Ford's gut then stands again. Majors just waiting and Ford pulls himself up, knocking him back down with a yakuza kick!Another pin attempt...

1...

2...

Ford kicks out again!

Al Laiman: Doesn’t matter who wins at this point, both of them have put an incredible amount of effort into this match!

Jerry Andrews: With the Intercontinental Championship on the line, the fans here at the arena and watching at home really are getting their money’s worth tonight!

Whitey Ford and Rick Majors both look to be feeling the pain they have inflicted upon each other as they struggle to stand. Ford makes it to his feet first, with Majors up a second later. Ford attempts a grapple, Majors reversing it, Ford reversing it yet again! Ford drops his weight forward, his own knee crushing into Majors’ left, sending him back down to the mat!

Al Laiman: On the left knee of Majors!

Jerry Andrews: It just buckled under the weight of all the accumulated abuse of tonight’s match.

As Majors lays in the middle of the ring, writhing in pain and clutching his knee, Whitey darts up the ropes and LAUNCHES himself into a reckless 540 splash straight at Majors! Smashing onto his opponent, Ford pulls him in for a pin, barking at a reluctant Ace Anderson to make the count!

1...

2...

...3!!

Al Laiman: Whitey Ford retains!

Jerry Andrews: A well fought match, Ford retaining the Intercontinental Championship!

Ford rolls off of Majors and slides out of the ring, two middle fingers sky high in the air at the fans as he makes his way to the back. Majors is slower to rise, exchanging a look with Ace Anderson before making way for the next match of the night.

Winner: Whitey Ford via Pinfall

***

[Murdoc]

***

The PCW-Tron comes springing to life. On the screen is “Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght and PCW Minority Owner and President Skylar Marshall. The duo stands in what appears to be Showtime's private dressing room- Skylar in his suit and glasses, while Showtime stands in his wrestling gear.

Skylar Marshall: Michael, tonight hasn't gone exactly as planned. I've had Viacom on the line ever since that incident with Murdoc earlier and, while Whitey retaining the International Championship was a good thing, The Freebooters coming up short in their tag team title match now has us one-for-one tonight. You're our last hope to make sure power stays within Marshall's Law. This is your moment. Tonight is the night you silence your naysayers and prove to the World that you are a franchise player here in Pure Class Wrestling. I know you can do this on your own, and that's why I'm not going to be accompanying you to ringside tonight. You win tonight, and we can guarantee an all-Marshall's Law World Title Match at Living a Legacy Five.

“Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght: Thanks for the vote of confidence, Boss, but I don't need the motivation. I am “Mr. Showtime”...an International Icon...the biggest star in all of Pure Class Wrestling. I proved that at Trauma 130 when I defeated that “Midcard Machine” Ace Anderson. But not only am I a Frickin' Superstar, I'm one of the best professional wrestlers that have ever stepped foot in a wrestling ring. After eight years, tonight is the night I bring the championship home. Home here, with Marshall's Law, where it belongs.

Skylar Marshall: That's all I wanted to hear. Now go out there and get them, Champ!

The PCW-Tron shuts off and standing inside the ring is Mark Long, ready to introduce the main event of the evening.

MAIN EVENT
World Championship Match
Triple Threat
Sean Rhodes (©) vs. “Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght vs. Grimm
Referee: Tyrone Little

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Mark Long: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the PCW World Championship!

The fans cheer and then the Pure Class Arena lights go dim. A shuddering bell toll rings throughout the arena, and then the toll is followed by, in a slow rhythm, three more tolls. An electric guitar riff begins to start; the slow and melodic riff of, “Hell's Bells” by AC/DC.

Mark Long: Introducing first...currently residing in Buffalo, New York and weighing in at two-hundred and fifty-five pound...standing six feet, two inches...

From behind the entrance curtain steps Sean Rhodes. When Sean steps through the curtain, the PCW World Championship is proudly displayed on his shoulder, while the look on Sean's face is one of total elation.

Mark Long: ...He is your Pure Class Wrestling World Champion...SEEEAANNNN RHHHOOOODDEEEESSS!

Jerry Andrews: I don't believe I've ever seen Rhodes this happy before. It truly is an amazing sight to see a man who started in PCW on the lowest of levels fulfill his dream of headlining Mass Destruction as the PCW World Champion.

Al Laiman: I know first hand, through my battles with the man, that he has come a long way. But if Grimm or Showtime have their say, Sean's, no pun intended, road ends today. I wonder how he's handling being introduced first for this contest, though. I've known many a champion feel highly offended by having to be announced before their opponents.

As Sean smiles, he begins to walk down the entrance ramp, high-fiving many of the fans along the way.

Jerry Andrews: He seems to be taking it fine, by me.

While he is doing this, roughly ten seconds into the guitar riff, a cymbal begins to chime. The cymbal hits eight times in time with the guitar riff, and it's as with every hit of the cymbal, Sean Rhodes meets it with more hard-hitting high-fives to the fans in attendance.

Al Laiman: It still baffles my mind, to this day, to see Sean Rhodes high-fiving fans and giving hugs.

Jerry Andrews: Sean has been a changed man, for quite some time, Al. I've said it before, but Sean has come a long way since his days as Non Compos Mentis. No different than how Ace Anderson went from “Greatness in the Flesh” to the humble man he is today.

Al Laiman: I suppose that's true. It's just...still weird to me. Medication and counseling can do wonders for a man's psyche.

After the eighth cymbal crash, a stronger thud begins to hit. On the final strike the guitar riff suddenly grows quicker and harder and as Sean reaches the bottom of the ramp the lyrics begin to blast through the Pure Class Arena sound system. The feed quickly cuts to a large group of what appears to be fifteen to twenty homeless people out in the crowd, before switching back to Rhodes at the bottom of the ramp.

Al Laiman: Is that a bunch of...hobos?...in the crowd there, Jerry?

Jerry Andrews: Those men there were specially invited guests of the World Champion. A way for Sean Rhodes to pay homage to his past and give these individuals a chance to see something they would have otherwise not have had the option to do.

Rhodes walks up the ring steps, onto the apron and into the ring. Rhodes, who first gives Mark Long a glance, turns to the entrance ramp as “Hell's Bells” fades out as “Winter Shaker” by Woven Hand fades in.

Mark Long: ...And his opponent...about to make his entrance...from Hangtown, Kentucky...standing six feet, three inches tall and weighing in at two-hundred and seventeen pounds...The Hangtown Horror...

A lone spotlight illuminates the entryway as "Winter Shaker" seeps from the Pure Class Arena sound system. Stepping from out to bask in the light and shadows stands, with his head bowed, arms limp, and rogue strands of dripping hair covering his face, is Phinehas Grimm.

Mark Long: ...PHINEHAS GRRRRRIIIMMMMMMM!

Grimm takes the cheers, the jeers, and the moment in for a few seconds before beginning his long, methodical walk to the ring.

Jerry Andrews: Here he is, the man that's known as The Abomination of Desolation.

Al Laiman: Man? More like monster. Grimm is a scary dude, and there's not many dudes who can illicit that kind of response from me.

Jerry Andrews: I wonder how Sean Rhodes is feeling right now, knowing he has Grimm's full attention after striking him with that chair at Trauma 130.

Al Laiman: Better yet, how does Grimm feel right now after first striking Sean Rhodes with a chair first at Trauma 129.

Grimm, as he continues his way down the entrance ramp, never once takes his eyes off of Sean Rhodes, ignoring the fans along the way as “Winter Shaker” continues to play. Once at ringside, Phinehas pulls himself up onto the apron and begins to step through the ropes, but halts halfway, deciding it's better to step back onto the apron and wait.

Al Laiman: Is Grimm showing a bit of fear by not entering?

Jerry Andrews: I'd say smarts, personally. Let's wait until Showtime comes out here and let the match officially get underway before he puts himself in a situation with the World Champion.

Grimm, apparently doesn't have to wait long, as “Winter Shaker” abruptly ends and the arena goes completely dark.

Al Laiman: I should make some kind of obligatory joke about someone forgetting to pay the power bill, but I won't.

The PCW Faithful begin to chatter amongst themselves, and some of the more vocal fans can be heard howling and whistling. While the majority of the arena is still blacked out, the entrance stage lights up with a green, misty hue. Standing on the stage, piercing through the fog, is a man wearing a pair of slacks and a green and white Marshall's Law jacket, which accompanies the guitar that's strapped around the man's shoulder. The man, who is also standing in-front of what looks to be a microphone and stand, spins the guitar and then begins strumming the opening riff of, “Gold on the Ceiling” from The Black Keys.

After a few moments, we can see even more through the fog and another man at a drum set can be seen drumming away, joining the guitarist. After about a total of thirty-five seconds or so, the man on the guitar begins singing the chorus of “Gold on the Ceiling” and any fan of the band can tell it is actually The Black Keys performing the song!

Jerry Andrews: I don't want to interrupt the music, but Showtime once again uses his Hollywood connections to try and upstage everyone by having The Black Keys here tonight to perform his entrance song.

Al Laiman: If you got it, flaunt it.

Roughly another minute or so of the song plays before a lone spotlight follows Michael Wryght, “Mr. Showtime,” stepping through the entrance curtain backwards; Showtime is wearing a long, sleeveless, green and white, sequined robe, and his backwards pose clearly shows off the words, “Mr. Showtime” etched in white. Showtime then quickly spins around and begins walking down the entrance ramp while The Black Keys continue to play.

Mark Long: Introducing next...from Brick, New Jersey but having ties in Hollywood, California...standing six feet, three inches and weighing in at two-hundred and fifty-three pounds...“Mr. Showtime”...MIIICCHAAEEELLLL !

Showtime gets about halfway down the ramp before stopping and signing an autograph for one of the female members of the PCW Faithful.

Al Laiman: One lucky fan just got a memento of a lifetime there.

The spotlight is still on Showtime as he turns back around towards the entrance ramp, but when he turns around, he is met by a clotheslines from Phinehas Grimm. This immediately causes the arena lights to turn back on and prematurely cuts off The Black Keys.

Al Laiman: Cheapshot by Grimm!

Jerry Andrews: If I was a betting man, I would have lost a small fortune because I wouldn't have thought Grimm would have given Showtime even that much time to showboat and flaunt.

Grimm begins laying into Showtime's back with clubbing blows and then grabs Showtime by his head and begins to move him towards the ring. Inside the ring, Sean Rhodes hands his PCW Championship to referee Tyrone Little and, with less than a moment of hesitation, dives right through the top and second ropes with a flying tackle that takes down both Showtime and Grimm.

Jerry Andrews: Sean Rhodes must have been biting at the bit to get in on the action. He hardly ever does high-risk maneuvers like that!

Al Laiman: It's Mass Destruction, Jerry! You have to bring your 'A' game, especially when you're the champ.

Sean regroups himself and throws Showtime into the ring, robe and all, but when he grabs Grimm, The Hangtown Horror shoves off. Sean Rhodes comes walking back towards Grimm, Grimm delivers a counter by hitting Rhodes in the face with a back elbow. Grimm then grabs Rhodes and rolls him into the ring.

As Rhodes enters the ring, Showtime quickly removes his robe and hands it to Tyrone Little before attacking Rhodes with stomps. Tyrone Little moves close to Showtime and pushes him back towards a corner. Rhodes scoots over to the nearest turnbuckle and leans against the bottom rung and at the same time Grimm rolls into the ring underneath the bottom ropes. Now with all three men in a somewhat secluded location, Tyrone officially calls for the bell to start the match.)

DING! DING! DING!

Jerry Andrews: All three of these men know what's at stake and neither wanted to wait for the bell.

Al Laiman: But the match is officially underway now.

Following the bell, Showtime rushes at Grimm and begins delivering rights and lefts to the sides of Grimm's head. Sean pulls his way up, but doesn't attack right away. Showtime isn't on the offensive for long and Grimm shoves him down to the mat. This is when Sean Rhodes strikes, attacking Grimm with blows to Grimm's abdomen, but Grimm is able to push Rhodes down and away as well.

Jerry Andrews: So far, the strategy in this match is: attack Grimm and hope not to be pushed down.

Al Laiman: Hasn't been working just yet.

Showtime runs back over towards Grimm, but the former Arkham knocks down his most consistent PCW rival with a straight right hand. Rhodes then tries his turn at running towards Grimm, but he is met with a snap slam. Grimm grabs Showtime off the mat and then Irish whips him into the ropes. Before Grimm can do anything though, Sean clips the leg of The Hangtown Horror from behind. As Grimm goes down, Showtime comes back with a quick leg-drop to the back of Grimm.

Both Showtime and Sean Rhodes begin kicking and stomping away at Grimm. As they're kicking and stomping, Grimm is rolling on the mat, getting closer and closer to the ropes until he is able to roll underneath the ropes and onto the floor below. Showtime, however, positions himself in just the right spot to slip behind Sean Rhodes and attempts to pin the World Champion with a school boy. Tyrone Little gets down on the mat, but the surprise pin only garners a one-count.

Both Showtime and Rhodes gets to their feet, and quickly Showtime pounces on Rhodes and places him in a side-headlock. Rhodes moves Showtime back and bounces him against the ropes and pushes him off, breaking the headlock. When Showtime comes bouncing back towards Sean after hitting the other ropes, Sean knocks down Michael with a running knee strike to the gut that turns Showtime inside out.

Rhodes tries to follow the attack by bouncing off the ropes, but seeing Showtime was ready by Showtime rolling onto his stomach and staying down on the mat, Rhodes hops over him and bounces across the other set of ropes. On Rhodes's bounce back, Showtime has gotten to his feet and prepares to leapfrog over Rhodes, but Rhodes catches him in the air and brings him down hard with a massive inverted atomic drop.

Al Laiman: Ouch! Atomic drops hurt.

Jerry Andrews: I wouldn't know, but trust me, I'll take your word on it.

Rhodes follows through as Showtime hits the mat by latching onto Showtime's legs and turning him over for a Boston Crab. However, as soon as Rhodes gets Showtime over, the hold is broken up by Grimm, who delivers a swift top-rope missile dropkick to the face of Rhodes. Grimm walks over to Rhodes and lifts him off of the mat. Showtime is back up to his feet and he quickly latches onto Rhodes as well. Showtime and Grimm share a moment of hesitation, but both then work together to drop the World Champion with a double vertical suplex.

Jerry Andrews: Nice reluctant teamwork by the challengers here.

While Grimm released Rhodes after hitting the mat, Showtime rolled through and tried to pin the World Champion. Grimm quickly breaks up the pin attempt, while Sean Rhodes simultaneously kicks out of the pinning predicament. Grimm and Showtime make it to their feet at the same time and the two begin exchanging blows, rights and lefts, again.

Jerry Andrews: You get these two in the ring together, and you can be sure wrestling knowledge will fall to the wayside to good out fashion fighting.

Grimm begins to rock Showtime, but when Grimm winds up lay Showtime out with a big right hand, Showtime ducks. Grimm's momentum has him stumble right into the now waiting arms of Sean Rhodes, who takes Grimm down with a one-arm side-slam. Rhodes is then blindsided by Showtime from behind; Showtime catches Rhodes with a double axehandle smash directly to Rhodes's center back. Sean Rhodes begins arching his back in pain, which leaves his chest exposed and Showtime lays into it with lightening fast chops.

Al Laiman: Showtime has some of the hardest chops in all of professional wrestling. I've heard the rumors that Rhodes likes pain, so he must be loving this.

The chops cause Rhodes to backpedal, and Showtime uses it to position Sean into the corner. Once in the corner, Showtime uses a shuffle back kick to Rhodes, which causes him to thump to the bottom rung of the turnbuckle pads. Showtime then begins to try, and then succeeds in, exposing the top turnbuckle. Referee Tyrone Little begins to step in-between Wryght and the turnbuckle, warning him. Showtime pays no mind and tries to move Little out of the way, which causes enough distraction for Rhodes to pull Showtime face first into the exposed steel. The PCW Faithful cheer at the sight!

Showtime falls to the mat with a bang, but before Sean can get in there and capitalize, standing behind him is the firecracker Grimm! Grimm then grabs Rhodes's head from behind and then smashes it into the exposed turnbuckle ten times. Each time, the fans count along with the blow, and when it's all said and done, Sean's face becomes a crimson mess with blood.

Jerry Andrews: Grimm has just busted the World Champion open!

Al Laiman: Sean Rhodes is shedding more blood than a horse in a butcher's shop over in London!

Grimm then whips the former Non Compos Mentis across the ring and into the furthest corner, blood spraying as he does. Grimm then grabs Showtime off the mat and sends him flying into the same corner as he sent Rhodes. Showtime collides into Rhodes, back first, causing more pain to both individuals. Grimm then comes charging at the corner, extending his arms enough to crash into both men with a splash. Showtime falls out of the corner first, quickly followed by Rhodes hitting the mat with first his knees, then his face.

Grimm looks down at the carnage, taking a second to appreciate the work he's done, but also pondering his next move. Grimm then decides to exit through the ropes and begin climbing the turnbuckle pads. Once on the top turnbuckle pad, Grimm is about to jump. But he's stopped by the World Champion getting onto his feet and rushing the corner.

Sean Rhodes begins to try and pry Grimm off the rope, but Grimm kicks at Sean, knocking him back down to the mat. But again, this time by Showtime, before Grimm can leap off, he is attacked. Showtime also tries to knock Grimm off the ropes, pounding away at him with rights and lefts. Grimm begins to sway, so Showtime climbs the turnbuckle pads from the inside until he is level with The Abomination of Desolation. Showtime, satisfied with the way things are going, gets in a higher, better position, and hooks Grimm in what looks to be a Fisherman Suplex position.

Jerry Andrews: It looks like Showtime is going to hit the Perfect-Plex on Grimm from the top-rope! If he's able to do this, you can consider Grimm down and out!

Al Laiman: No one has ever kicked out of the Perfect-Plex, and a Super Perfect-Plex...yeah, I'll have to agree with you, Jerry. Lights will be out for Grimm.

However, before Showtime can launch himself and Grimm off the ropes, he is attacked from behind by Sean Rhodes. Rhodes nails Showtime with a elbow shot to the back. Rhodes then slips under Showtime's legs, gathering him in an almost powerbomb position. The PCW Faithful, already on their seats from the action, cheer even more loudly, knowing what's about to happen.

Seconds later and Rhodes pulls forward, bringing Showtime towards the mat with a powerbomb, and by proxy, Showtime takes down Grimm with a Fisherman Suplex off the top rope! The force of the move causes a massive thud to be heard throughout the Pure Class Arena. The PCW Faithful begin to chant, “THIS IS AWESOME!” *clap, clap, clapclapclap*

Al Laiman: Super Powerbomb out of the corner by Rhodes resulting in a Super Fisherman Suplex from Showtime onto Grimm.

Jerry Andrews: What an amazing showing these three men are putting forth today. And look, Rhodes is stirring!

Suddenly, the arena lights go out, and an eerie chill begins to fill the Pure Class Arena.

Jerry Andrews: What in the...?

When the lights turn back on, Sean, with Showtime and Grimm down by his feet, is standing in the middle of the ring, head lowered and blood, sweat, and hair in his face, while the group of homeless men that were seen earlier are surrounding the ring. The lights flash off and then on again and when they turn back on, Sean Rhodes has the PCW World Championship in his hand, but is still staring as dreadful as ever. Another flash off the lights going off and on sees the multitudes of homeless men now in the ring.

Sean looks down at the title, wipes blood from his forehead from his hand onto the title, and then drops the championship in the center. He then does a washing hands motion and slides out of the ring. The moment Sean exits the ring, the group of homeless men begin to pounce on both Grimm and Showtime.

Jerry Andrews: SERIOUSLY...WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!

Al Laiman: I have no clue, Jerry. I really have absolutely no idea what's going on here.

Referee Tyrone Little begins calling for help, and Pure Class Arena Security, led by “Big” Dave Brandt come rushing out to the ringside. They immediately enter the ring and begin pulling homeless man after homeless man out of the ring.

Al Laiman: I don't think I've ever seen a sight like this in all my years of being involved in professional wrestling. Security versus a homeless horde...but security seems to be winning now.

After all of the homeless have been wrangled out of the ring, Sean Rhodes re-enters the ring. A twisted look of depravity shows on his face and then he begins maniacally laughing. Sean kicks the World Championship, and then kicks Showtime and Grimm playfully before exiting the ring. Sean joins the hobo ranks, and is easily snatched up by Big Dave, who begins escorting him and the homeless into the back.

Jerry Andrews: Sean Rhodes just willingly allowed himself to be be apprehended by our security! Why?! He has a match to finish!

Al Laiman: It already looked like Sean washed his hands of the title. I don't think he cares that he's in a match or even the PCW World Champion.

Jerry Andrews: But why, Al? Why would Sean Rhodes, who worked so hard and for so long, not even stay and defend his championship on the biggest stage in the world?

Al Laiman: I don't have the answers for you, Jerry.

Inside the ring, Tyrone Little is staring at the two prone individuals when Showtime begins pulling himself over to where Grimm lays. A second later, Showtime lifts and drapes his arm over Grimm's chest. Tyrone Little has no choice but to make the count. Three slaps of the mat later and Showtime has defeated Grimm and Sean Rhodes to win the PCW World Championship!

Mark Long: And the winner of the match...and NEW PCW WORLD CHAMPION...“MR. SHOWTIME!”

Al Laiman: Showtime did it! Showtime did it! Showtime is the new PCW World Champion! After eight long years, Showtime finally is Pure Class Wrestling World Champion!

Jerry Andrews: But like this, Al?!

Al Laiman: Showtime was in the right spot, at the right time. After Rhodes's homeless horde attacked, it could have just very well have been Grimm who rolled over on-top of Showtime.

Jerry Andrews: But I know Grimm wouldn't have! He would have let Showtime back up and took the fight to him one on one. Damn that Showtime!

Al Laiman: Don't blame, Showtime. Rhodes did this to Grimm! And Showtime was the beneficiary there! Skylar Marshall told you to bring that title to Marshall's Law by any means necessary, and you capitalized! Congratulations to you, Mr. Showtime...or should I say, Champ?!

Tyrone Little helps Showtime to his feet and hands him the World Championship. Showtime snatches the belt and hugs it closely to his chest. “Gold on the Ceiling” begins to play and the camera quickly switches to Justin Kaard in his skybox slowly applauding Showtime's victory and then back to Showtime in the ring. Showtime, exhaustedly, waves towards the back.

Winner: Michael ‘Mr. Showtime’ Wryght via pinfall; Wryght pins Grimm

Almost immediately after Showtime's prompt, individuals begin to make their way from behind the entrance curtain. First steps Skylar Marshall, who is followed by longtime members of the PCW Faithful will recognize as Showtime's wife Perfection; Perfection has a bottle of champagne with her as she walks down the ramp. Next out is the others members of Marshall's Law- Whitey Ford and The Flying Freebooters.

It doesn't take long for Marshall's Law to enter the ring and when they do, the bottle of champagne is uncorked. Showtime is handed the bottle and takes a big swig of it before pouring the rest over the lifeless Grimm, which causes Grimm to squirm to consciousness. Showtime and the others begin to laugh at Grimm, and Showtime goes over to smooch Perfection. The PCW Faithful are booing with feverish passion and are now beginning to throw garbage into the ring.

Jerry Andrews: The PCW Faithful are letting Marshall's Law know exactly how they feel!

Marshall's Law begins to taunt the crowd, and it's that ignorance that causes them not to see Grimm rise to his feet. Grimm lunges at Showtime, spearing him to the mat. The crowd instantaneously stop booing and begins chanting, “GRIMM!” “GRIMM! “GRIMM!” “GRIMM!”

Jerry Andrews: Grimm's on the attack! If you underestimate Grimm too long, he will surely make you pay for it.

High Tide, Whitey Ford, and Wasp waste no time pouncing on Grimm, and Showtime gets back up to his feet and begins laying in as well. All of a sudden...

CRASH!

...is heard throughout the arena.

Jerry Andrews: Did you hear that?

Al Laiman: I sure did. Now what?!

As Marshall's Law continues their beat down off Grimm inside of the squared circle, just because they can, those in attendance notice a flicker of the PCW-Tron and a lot turn their attention away from the brutality in the ring and wait for the picture to show up. The feed on the tron finally shows up, and we look to have been taken to one of the backstage offices. The camera is zoomed in on focused on what looks to be the feet and legs of a female in heels. This gets a slight reaction from the males in attendance as the camera begins to pan upwards, still only seeing bare, toned, and slightly tan legs of an unknown female.

Al Laiman: Well this certainly has started to get a lot better.

Jerry Andrews: We can only speculate who it might be at this time.

Al Laiman: I speculate... Wow, would you look at that!

The camera finishing panning upwards to the barely covered rump of the female in question as the male PCW fans let out a collective grown as the orange summer dress disappoints, and keeps the original rating of the pay-per-view. The camera then starts to pan over to the right and up just a bit more to bring into view the golden locks of the woman whose identity is still somewhat of a mystery to those here tonight, and watching from home, but a PCW contract of some sorts also comes into view, and the woman, leaning over a desk in the backstage office, seems to be signing it.

Crazy Bob, a well-known and respected agent within Pure Class Wrestling, is sitting on the receiving end of what those watching can assume is a good view as he tries to oversee the occasion.

Jerry Andrews: That's official Pure Class Entertainment Group documentation right there Al. Who is she, and what kind of contract is she signing?

Al Laiman: Most of the guys, myself included, really only care about who she is.

The feed has finally caught the attention of the four members of Marshall's Law occupying the ring as Grimm lies nearly motionless in the center of the ring from the attack. The blonde woman finishes signing, initialing, and dating the PCW papers, and she sits the pen down onto the desk and looks up at Crazy Bob who tries his best to remove his gaze from down the front of her dress to make eye contact.

Crazy Bob: Thank you, and welcome back!

Crazy Bob extends his greeting, he also extends his hand for a handshake in which the woman graciously obliges. He then picks up the pen and signed contract papers and exits out of camera view, and the woman finally turns around.

Jerry Andrews: Is that?

Al Laiman: No.

Jerry Andrews: Yes Al, no doubt about it, that's Lindsay Michaels!

The crowd lets out a nice ovation for Lindsay Michaels, the wife of the former PCW World Champion, Justin "Stormm" Michaels, and sister of another former PCW superstar, Jonathan Matthews, better known as Johnny Vivacious. The return of Lindsay leaves Marshall's Law scratching their heads, as she wasn't a former PCW wrestler, or executive, or anything for that matter; so everyone can only guess what SHE is doing here.

Lindsay Michaels: Hello BOYS! I hope you all have enjoyed yourselves the last few months.

The PCW Faithful flood the arena with boos as Lindsay addresses the men in the ring who have aligned themselves with the likes of Skylar Marshall, and have been imposing their own kind of "law" throughout the whole of Pure Class Wrestling as of late. Crossing her arms and running her tongue over her top row of teeth in a show of disgust, Lindsay goes back to addressing the representatives of Marshall's Law.

Lindsay Michaels: Well, I would stop running around like you all can just do whatever is it that you want if I were you, because things are definitely going to change around here from this point on!

Her affirmation gets another rise out of the audience as she exits the view of the camera, almost as quickly as she showed up here this evening. The feed cuts out shortly after, and leaves a familiar image on the screen that most people should recognize as they've seen it a few times since Collision Course earlier this year.



Wryght, Ford, High Tide, and Wasp quickly turn their attention back to a stirring Grimm in the ring, as if what just took place meant nothing to them, and for most, the odds weren't looking good for Mrs. Michaels either. Skylar, on the other hand, seemed a little more intrigued, and motioned for Perfection to perhaps leave the ring. Perfection takes the request, and Skylar uses this moment to exit with her.

Jerry Andrews: It would seem that it was Lindsay Michaels that's been interrupting entrances and other such activates during live events for the last couple of months; and we STILL don't know exactly why she has come back.

Al Laiman: If you were paying attention, she appears to be targeting Marshall's Law, as if she is going to single handedly take them off the pedestal.

Jerry Andrews: I hope she wouldn't be so foolish. She could seriously get hurt!

Cheers have quickly turns back to boos as Michael Wryght lets the crowd's reaction fuel him while Ford and the Flying Freebooters continue the attack on the Redhead Horror. Mr. Showtime moves back in to get a few more licks on the already helpless Grimm.)

Jerry Andrews: Grimm, who had such a promising start to the evening and looked indestructible early on, has been getting demolished. I've never seen Grimm beaten this bad.

Al Laiman: It's the numbers game, Jerry. Even the fiercest warrior can be humbled by the larger army. It's taken an army of hobos, and the members of Marshall's Law, but Grimm is down.

Jerry Andrews: And Grimm has made so many enemies throughout his career, I don't think anyone wants to help him and Pure Class Arena Security probably have their hands tied with Rhodes's friends. I really can't watch any more of this, Al!

Al Laiman: Why not, do your ginger powers allow you to feel the pain of other gingers?

Jerry Andrews: This hardly seems like the time for jokes when you consider what is going on in the ring right...wa-wa-wait! What's that?

Jerry notices something that a few fans have started to pick up on as well. An orange fog seems to be rising up around the entrance area. As more and more of those in attendance start to point it out to those they are sitting around, everyone starts to turn their attention away from the brutality in the ring, and wait for something to happen up by the stage.

With the attention of so many turned away from the ring, the lights in the area start to fade out until they are down to a subtle and ominous orange glow, a majority of which is still coming from the "Crash" image that is still displayed on the PCW-Tron. With the lights fully dimmed and the entrance engulfed in orange fog, the song we all heard at Trauma 130 begins to play, and the fans begin to react more as "Crash" by Decyfer Down echoes throughout the arena.

Jerry Andrews: She really can't be coming out here! If she is, God help her! She is not a wrestler dammit! I don't want her to get hurt!

The crowd cheers as one, lone silhouette appears from backstage and through the fog, but the shape that begins to shape does not belong to a woman...no, it belongs to..

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

Jerry Andrews: No way! Is it!?

Al Laiman: We should have known! There was no way that Lindsay would have been that dumb.

Jerry Andrews: That's Justin “Stormm” Michaels, folks! The way he left us last year, who would have thought he'd be standing here tonight?!

Al Laiman: You mean besides his wife, and perhaps the people that gave him a contract to sing to come back?

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

Justin bounces around up on the stage as "Crash" continues to play through the PA system. The members of Marshall's Law have finally turned their attention back to the stage now, mostly with looks of content, as it would seem they have another to fall victim to their rampage. However, Michael Wryght doesn't seem to share the same thoughts as the other three of his stable mates. Showtime looks rather perturbed as the interruptions, and motions for the Flying Freebooters to take care of the "pest" on the stage.

Jerry Andrews: What a return for the former World Champion, Al; but it may not be the return he was looking for. It's four on two out here, and Grimm looks to be out of it.

Al Laiman: If you couldn't watch earlier, I've got a feeling it's about to get worse.

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

Almost as if something clicked in the Force of Nature's head and told him "GO!", Justin takes off into a full sprint down the entrance ramp, and looks to have caught the Freebooters off guard as he steamrolls over Wasp with a vicious clothesline that sends him to the ground with a huge thud as one half of the tag team's head bounces off the arena floor.)

Al Laiman: Ouch!

Without hesitation, Stormm turns his attention to High Tide who is in mid-swing with a huge clothesline of his own, but can't quite connect as Justin moves out of impending danger, and counters quickly as he sends the other half of the tag team into the barrier with a hard Irish whip. Michaels doesn't waste any more time to make sure the resident pirates stay down, instead he's set his sights back on the other two still inside of the ring, and more specifically, it looks as if he's locked eyes with Mr. Showtime. With the adrenaline rushing through him, and the roof busting cheers of support from the crowd for the Force of Nature to let Marshall's Law "have it" he slides into the ring.

Al Laiman: This is definitely where it all goes South for him.

Jerry Andrews: He does seem to be riding a rather big high right now, but history has always shown the numbers game to be too great to overcome.

Immediately after entering the squared circle Justin is met with the pounding of wrestling boots to his back and head as he tries to fight his way to his feet. A shot of the skybox shows Justin Kaard watching on with intensity.

Ford and Wryght refuse to let up though as they continue to stomp a mud hole into Michaels. But give Justin some credit as he does his best to fight through the beating of both men, trying several times to shove Whitey out of the way to try and get his hands on Mr. Showtime, but every time coming up short as Ford is never taken out of the action long enough to allow it.

The biggest bright spots of any kind of offense from Stormm after he entered the ring were when he managed to knock both of the Flying Freebooters off the apron as they both tried to enter the ring a couple times.

Al Laiman: Just a matter of time before Marshall's Law calms this storm.

Jerry Andrews: I'm afraid that you're right.

Al Laiman: Aren't I usually?

With all the attention turned to the returning Stormm, Marshall's law forgot about one very important rule that we already established tonight; NEVER turn your attention away from Grimm for too long! The Hangtown Horror has made his way back to his feet, and in act of retaliation, has grabbed the first person he could get his meat hooks on, and unfortunately for Whitey Ford, that individual was him.

Jerry Andrews: Grimm is back into the fray!

Al Laiman: Oh, now this should be good!

With Ford and Grimm tied up and going at it, this allowed some breathing room for Stormm to FINALLY make it to his feet without immediately being knocked back to the mat. This doesn't stop Showtime from quickly moving in and trying to prevent Justin from getting his momentum back as the two exchange several punches back and forth as the crowd is fully invested in the street fight taking place inside the squared circle. Grimm and Whitey have come to blows as well, as they start to exchange fists as well.

Michaels brings Wryght to his feet, and looks to be setting him up for the Force of Nature the move named after the man, or perhaps the man nicknamed after the move while Grimm looks to be setting Ford up for the Harvest. Both moves are foiled, however, as Wryght tries to send Stormm across the ring as Ford does the same with Grimm, but those moves too have been reversed as the two men doing their best to fight off Marshall's Law reverse into Irish whips of their own.

In an awesome display of ring presence and coincidence, both Stormm and Grimm's throws are followed closely by clotheslines from both men that send Whitey and Michael toppling over the top rope, and to the arena floor where High Tide and Wasp are finally coming to, and were about to jump back into the mix of things.

Jerry Andrews: Grimm and Stormm have cleared the ring of Marshall's Law folks, and Stormm looks to have capitalized on his return here tonight at Mass Destruction with the assist going to the subtle mind games of his wife, Lindsay, just a bit ago!

Without even acknowledging Grimm for the work they put in to get Whitey Ford and Michael Wryght out of the ring, Stormm rolls under the bottom rope on the opposite side of the ring than where all four members of Marshall's Law are recuperating. He then hops the barrier and jumps into the crowd and begins to make his exit from ringside to the applause, adoration, and gestures from the crowd around him.

And with one final gesture, Stormm points a finger at "Mr. Showtime" Michael Wryght for a few moments before then pointing back at himself, and yells back towards the ring something that only those around him may have heard, and only if Wryght is a fantastic lip reader would he truly know what Stormm has said.

Jerry Andrews: Folks, we've have one Hell of an event here tonight, and we topped it all off with a questionable ending to our main event. We followed it up with a sever beat down before the return of a former World Champion came, well, "crashing" back into PCW.

Al Laiman: Feuds were ended and extended and new champions were crowned. We'll see you at Trauma!

*CLICK*

<sub>MONROE def. Gabriel Cross
The New Breed def. Nathan Saniti/Q & The Flying Freebooters
Andy D def. Eira/Murdoc/Tyrone Smith
Whitey Ford def. Rick Majors
Michael Wryght def. Grimm & Sean Rhodes

I want to thank Kris, Justin and Luis for their help with the results this cycle. And to anyone who sent in segments, it's VERY much appreciated. GOOD JOB EVERYONE!</sub>