Trauma 131 Results!

[Murdoc]

Introduction

Still images that took place at Mass Destruction 3 envelopes your TV screen. The chorus of “Battle Scars” by Guy Sebastian featuring Lupe Fiasco, the official MD3 theme song, accompanies the highlights. Some of the images seen are: MONROE attacking Gabriel Cross during Cross’s introduction; Nathan Saniti low-blowing Wasp and then Johnathan Cable nailing Wasp with the Waking Nightmare; Andy D raising the Genesis Championship high in the air after winning the title; Murdoc standing in-front of a fire that is apparently engulfing a ninja turtle; Whitey Ford flipping Ace Anderson, Rick Majors, and the PCW Faithful off after retaining his International Title.

And some of the other images seen are: The Black Keys performing “Gold on the Ceiling” while Mr. Showtime makes his entrance; Grimm turning Sean Rhodes’ face into a bloody pulp after smashing it on an exposed turnbuckle; the massive tower of doom spot that saw Rhodes take down Showtime with a powerbomb and at the same time, saw Showtime take Grimm out with a Super Perfect-Plex.

Even more images shown are: Sean Rhodes standing tall over Showtime and Grimm in the middle of the ring, face covered in blood with the PCW World Title in his hand and a horde of homeless men surrounding the ringside area; the chaotic scene of all the hobos attacking Showtime and Grimm; Showtime covering Grimm right before he won the World Title; Marshall’s Law attacking Grimm after the match; Stormm making his return to PCW, helping Grimm fend off Marshall’s Law; Stormm exiting through the crowd.

The feed then fades into a live-shot of the Pure Class Arena in Greenville, South Carolina; the music switching from “Battle Scars” to “Bring Em Down” by Lostprophets- the NEW PCW Tuesday Night Trauma theme song. A massive pyrotechnics display begins as the camera pans around the P.C. Arena to showcase numerous fan signs. Some of the more notable signs read: “Kaard ATTACK!,” “Murdoc's a Loon,” “Show Showtime Respect,” “#prayforboston,” “I'll put the D in Andy D,” “Today's Forecast: Stormm Warning,” and “Will Work 4 NCM.”)

Jerry Andrews: Welcome everybody to PCW Tuesday Night Trauma! I'm Jerry Andrews and alongside me is my broadcast partner, Al Laiman. What an amazing show we had for you at Mass Destruction 3!

Al Laiman: Indeed, Jerry. Mr. Showtime might have finally won the PCW World Championship, but he may have gotten more than he was bargaining when Justin “Stormm” Michaels returned to PCW and immediately made his impact by setting his sights on Marshall's Law and the new World Champion.

Jerry Andrews: And what about Sean Rhodes...

Al Laiman: ...you mean, Non Compos Mentis, Jerry.

Jerry Andrews: Right, the rechristened Non Compos Mentis. The former World Champion caused quite the chaotic scene with what appeared to be a homeless army and I'm STILL not sure why.

Al Laiman: Maybe we'll get some answers tonight, Jerry. Or maybe we won't, but one thing is for sure: we're going to have one heck of a show for you all tonight.

Jerry Andrews: Tonight kicks off the first leg of The Icemann Invitational Tournament. The full brackets will be released on our web forum and Facebook pages at the end of the show, but one tournament match I'm looking forward to is the new Genesis Champion Andy D defending his title against Q.

Al Laiman: What happens if there is a time-limit draw, Jerry?

Jerry Andrews: Then sudden death overtime will go into effect! There MUST be a winner!

Al Laiman: I'm already excited!

Jerry Andrews: Also on the show, our very own Shane Dodge will conduct a sit-down interview with Justin Michaels.

Al Laiman: Should be a good one! I'm interested in hearing what Stormm has to say!

Suddenly, the Pure Class Arena's sound system changes from “Bring Em Down” to “The System” by The Black Pacific.

Jerry Andrews: You know who is coming out here.

The arena goes black and then fills with green smoke. Piercing through the green smoke are green laser lights. It only takes a second to see Michael Wryght, Whitey Ford, the Flying Freebooters, and Justin Kaard, all with their custom Marshall's Law varsity jackets, and Skylar Marshall, wearing his business suit, make their way onto the entrance stage.

Al Laiman: There they are, Jerry. One of the most powerful groups that have ever been assembled in Pure Class Wrestling.

Showtime is sporting his World Championship title around his waist, and close-by is Whitey Ford dragging his International Championship by his. The entire group comes down to the ring and then Skylar Marshall is handed a microphone.

Skylar Marshall: Cut the music.

“The System” immediately stops.

Skylar Marshall: Ladies and gentlemen, what stands before you is the greatest group of talent ever assembled in Pure Class Wrestling. And later tonight, one of these men in particular...your new PCW World Champion Michael Wryght...will have a bit of a proper celebration for his World Championship victory.

The PCW Faithful boo.

Jerry Andrews: I don't think the fans like that one.

Skylar Marshall: But right now, I wanted to take the time out to talk about The...eh...Icemann Invitational Tournament.

The fans actually cheer that statement from Skylar.

Skylar Marshall: Unfortunately, due to the very nature of the tournament, I was unable to book the thing. Instead, Luis Malave, a man who I thought I got rid of, was the man that handpicked the participants in this tournament. Now, fortunately for me, I was able to get a few candidates in the tournament- High Tide, Wasp, and the number-one contender to the World Champion, Justin Kaard.

Fans once again jeer.

Skylar Marshall: But others...like Grimm and Rick Majors, who will both be competing in the tournament at Trauma 132, and Areas, and Non Compos Mentis...they got in because The Icemann wanted them in. And Ace Anderson...

At the name of Ace Anderson, the PCW Faithful cheer and Whitey Ford snatches the microphone from Skylar Marshall.

Al Laiman: It looks like the International Champion has something to say.

“THE Asshole” Whitey Ford: ... Ace Anderson. No body cares about Ace Anderson. That Has-Been is no one to worry about. “Mr. Special Referee” himself...Ace, how did it feel to be standing there, having to count Majors's shoulders down after I pinned him at Mass Destruction 3? How did it feel to have to stand there and see I was the International Champion...a championship you never ever held in your eight years in PCW? That you had to announce me as the champion? It had to suck, didn't it? Good...because Ace, you suck!

The PCW Faithful show their disapproval of that statement by booing Whitey.

Whitey Ford: And I know you're just waiting to get a chance at my title. How about this, Old Man; when you lose your chance in The Icemann Invitational Tournament to Justin Kaard here...why don't you just man up and challenge me for the title at Living a Legacy? I'm sick and tired of all your passive aggressive bullsh!t. You want what I have? Take it from me. I'll beat your ass again. And if you happen to win that tournament...why don't you use that contract to face me? I'll still be champion, you'll still suck, and I'll still win.

Whitey Ford then looks to Skylar before speaking.

Whitey Ford: Marshall, I'm in this group of yours because I thought you to be a smart man. Do me a favor, get me some fresh opponents. I'll kick Ace's ass one more time, but Crazy Boy? How many times do I have to destroy this chump? I'm the greatest International Champion in history. The longest-reigning. Watch what I do to Crazy Boy next. Give me someone worth a damn at the next show. Now fellas, I know you have a celebration ceremony to get to in a bit. Get out the ring and let me whoop some ass.

And with that, an impressed Skylar urges the rest of Marshall's Law to exit the ring while Ford waits for his opponent.

MATCH ONE
Non-Title Singles Match
Whitey Ford (International ©) vs. Tyrone “Crazy Boy” Smith
Referee: Eric Russo

Whitey having made his way to the ring before the break, Tyrone is finishing his walk to the squared circle and the match is nearly ready to get underway. The crowd is firmly behind 'The Crazy One' and Smith seems to reciprocate the attention he is being shown. Whitey ... is The Asshole. Mocking the fans. Mocking Crazy Boy. General mockery all around.

DING DING DING!

The bell rings and it's ON! Smith rushes Ford in retaliation to Ford's inflammatory words over the past week, and even here TONIGHT. Smith unloads on Ford and for a moment ... even manages to take Ford by surprise. A flurry of strikes and Whitey is back in the corner! Smith in firm control of the opening seconds of the match, he aims to strike while the iron is hot and whips Ford into the ropes.

Lifting the International Champion onto his shoulders, he begins to spin. 'Round and 'round he goes, where he'll stop ... hell if ANYone knows. Whitey, though dazed and rather nauseous, manages to slip off of Smith's shoulders and roll to the outside ... narrowly missing the one way flight on Crazy Airlines!

The crowd is pumped and cheering for Smith, while on the outside ... Whitey is taking the time to jaw with a front-row fan or two as he regains his bearings. The crowd is vocal tonight and they are letting the combatants know who is the favorite.

Whitey rolls back into the ring and Smith is waiting for him! A springboard off of the second rope, Smith aims for a low angle frogsplash ... to which Whitey answers by not being there. Managing to roll back out onto the apron just in the nick of time, Whitey is pointing to his head and laughing ... Smith's exuberance having gotten the better of him.

As Whitey takes his time and leisurely rolls into the ring, he paces around the fallen Crazy Boy and ... much like a hyena on a downed gazelle ... begins picking and choosing his spots ... stomping where it will do the most damage as Smith struggles to return to a vertical base.

The crowd is jeering heavily and Whitey is loving every minute of it. As he drags to pitiful looking Crazy Boy to his feet, the crowd pops as Smith hooks an inside cradle!

1 ...

2 ...

.... th-NO! The champion kicks out at two and three-quarters, and the air is deflated from the challenger's sails. Whitey wades in harder this time, not giving ANY quarter to Smith as he lays in boot after boot, punches ... chops ... Crazy Boy is taking an extreme amount of damage. Whitey DID say he would beat Smith ... AGAIN ...

... but never discount the heart of Tyrone Smith as, within a flash, he's right back into the thick of things ... backing Whitey out into the middle of the ring. The two trade heavy blows with neither of them giving nor taking an inch. A veritable slugfest in the middle of the ring! Crazy Boy's on the offensive ... Whitey is begging off ... OOOOOH!

A quick rake of the eyes and Smith is held off. The Crazy One staggering around the ring, Whitey takes a precious second or two to knock the cobwebs loose before going on the attack. A BIG European uppercut and Smith is knocked back to the ropes. A second one and Smith is draped on the top rope. With a heave, Ford hurls Smith across the ring. An Irish Whip into a HIGH angle missile dropkick leaves Smith on the mat ...

... and Whitey playing to the crowd.

The momentum is back and forth in the opening match of the night, but Whitey has managed to hang on at every step of the way ... outmaneuvering and out-pacing Smith. As Crazy Boy attempts to stand once again, Whitey is there with a low dropkick directly centered at the head ... pushing Smith close to the corner. Whitey going for a cover after pulling Smith away from the ropes ... !

1 ...

2 ...

.... 3! Whitey jumps from the pinning predicament, but the referee stops Whitey and points at Smith ... who has a hand wrapped around the bottom rope, signaling for the break of the pinfall. Whitey is outraged! The Asshole begins arguing with the referee ... leaving Smith free to sneak in for a school-boy roll up!

1 ...

2 ...

... NO! Whitey kicking out at the last moment, he hops to his feet like greased lightning, but there's Smith waiting with a chop. Correction: a BARRAGE of chops. Whitey's chest red and stinging, Smith is on a roll as he pushes Whitey into the ropes, Irish Whip ... Whitey ducks the clothesline and catches Smith in the back of the head with a modified lariat. Smith stumbles and turns to face Whitey ...

... who in turn boots him in the gut and .... BACKTOSS PILEDRIVER!

Whitey manages to catch Smith on Dream Street and the sudden crash to Earth, The Asshole goes for the pin.

1 ...

2 ...

.... 3!

DING DING DING DING!


Winner: Whitey Ford via pin fall

Crazy Boy very nearly comes away with a victory, but in the end ... it's The Asshole taking home the big 'W'.

Saluting USA

The feed switches to a video playing on the PCW-Tron. The words, “Recorded Earlier Today” can be seen on the screen and the picture showing is of the Fort Sumter National Monument in South Carolina. The camera begins to pan out and you can see Areas wearing jeans and a red, white, & blue “United States of Areas” T-Shirt and holding an American flag.

Areas: The monument behind me is the Fort Sumter National Monument. It represents the first shots being fired during the American Civil War. The Civil War caused our great nation to separate and had brother face brother and father face son. I stand here before you today in a sign of singularity. A sign of unity.

Yesterday, an act of terror shook our great nation. I, along with all of Pure Class Entertainment Group, want to honor those who have fallen, been injured, or have helped those affected during the Boston Marathon Bombings. I know I've said some pretty bold things, and as an American, I have that right to say it. I am proud to be an American. Tonight, I go into battle with the Canadian High Tide. But whether I win tonight's battle or not, America will stand tall. We will see our way through this dark time. America will prevail. God Bless America.

The feed then fades out as Areas stands there in a moment of silence.

MATCH TWO
Icemann Invitational Tournament Round One
Areas vs. High Tide
Referee: Charles Lim

“My old man's...that old man..."

As "Made In America" begins to blare around the arena, Areas walks out hoisting the American flag high above his head. Chanting "USA! USA!" Areas walks to the ring, staring down every potential minority who stands in his path. As he gets to the ring, he stands on the ring apron before hoisting the flag in the air once more and yelling USA once more. The crowd is eating it up after the previous video segment and Areas is a HUGE fan favorite for this match.

With very little lighting and effects that simulate lightning, High Tide in full pirate regalia walks down the ramp slightly crouched over ... holding a large pirate flag in one hand and the other imitating steering a ship. He does this until he gets to the ring where he motions dropping and anchor and proceeds to hop on to the turnbuckle and dive headfirst over the ropes, rolling into a standing position. Running to the nearest turnbuckle, he pulls out his trusty spyglass ... but all he sees is a sea of anger and negativity. The fans aren’t at ALL happy with Marshall’s Law these days and they’re quite boisterous in their disdain.

Areas raises his hands ‘MURICA!’ ...

... and the bell rings to start the match.

Areas strides to the center of the ring and High Tide rushes in to take advantage of the laid back pace to open the match .... AAAAAAAAAAAND gets brushed right off by Patriot Power. Tide stares at Areas from the corner in a kneeling position ... and Areas just smiles and plays to the crowd. His return so close after the tragedy at the Boston marathon ... and the crowd is EATING OUT OF THE PALM OF HIS HAND. He nods and points to random non-minority audience members as High Tide has had enough of the shenanigans.

The two meet in the middle of the ring with a collar-and-elbow tie up, which Areas gets the upper hand immediately and transitions into an arm wrench. The crowd pops for Areas, but is just as dejected when Tide manages to reverse the hold into one of his own. Areas whips High Tide into the ropes and drops him with a shoulder block. High Tide moves to a prone position as Areas hits the ropes ... forcing him to jump over Tide. A rebound and Tide is up and over Areas. Areas with a head full of steam ... !

Tide meets him with a jumping heel kick that puts Areas on the mat. A quick one count and Areas is back up to a vertical base to greet High Tide with a knife-edged chop. High Tide responds in kind and it’s a back and forth affair. Areas slowly managing to get the upper hand, he forces High Tide back into the corner. As Tide is hung out to dry on the top turnbuckle, Areas backs away to break the ref’s count at 3 ... only to rush in with a high knee strike that drops Tide in a heap. Making the most of the opportunity, Areas drops for a pinfall.

1 ...

2 ...

...

... no! Tide getting the shoulder up at two, Areas stays on Tide ... keeping him forced to the mat with his size advantage. Tide attempting to escape the clutches of Areas’ mat expertise, it isn’t long before the weight has Tide exhausted and Areas in a side mounted headlock position. As Tide fights his way to his hands and knees, the crowd is chanting for Areas and ‘MURICA ... but that doesn’t seem to faze Tide as a few elbows to the gut later and he is free. Bouncing off the ropes, Tide hurls himself at Areas with a spear that nets him a quick two count.

Areas struggling to harness that Patriot Power that has seen him through so many battles, it’s High Tide dictating the pace of the match currently. It’s quite obvious he doesn’t want to try and combat Areas in the power department. A leg kick by Tide ... a mid-height roundhouse ... and Tide is on the move again, but so is Areas. the two rushing head-on towards each other, Tide hops up and catches Areas with a beautiful hurricanrana that leaves the big man dazed. Tide bounces off the nearby ropes for a moonsault attempt ...

... but Areas is NOWHERE to be found. Instead, all that High Tide eats is mat and Areas ... still playing to the crowd ... can be heard shouting. ‘You want a REAL Moonsault?! You gotta be ‘MURICAN!’. Pretty cut and dry, as Areas takes off for his own moonsault ... this one connecting. Floating over in a pinfall, Areas hooks the leg.

1 ...

2 ...

...

Tide gets the shoulder up at what could be considered the very last moment and Areas is shocked. He bantering with the referee, SURE he had the victory. The referee sticks by his decision and proceeds to tell Areas so ... which leaves Areas open to a sudden school-boy roll up!

1!

2!

... 3!

DING DING DING!

Winner: High Tide via pin-fall[/i]

High Tide sneaks one away from Areas, and heads for higher ground as Areas looks on in disbelief in the middle of the ring ... High Tide barely squeaking by in the Icemann Invitational Tournament!

[Murdoc]

CELEBRATION!

“The System” by Black Pacific begins to blare through the sound system and the fans immediately erupt in jeers. The arena goes dark and a single spotlight illuminates the entrance way. Standing there is non-other than “Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght, but unlike most of his entrances multiple other spotlights erupt on the ramp showing Skylar Marshall to his right, Whitey Ford on his left and they are all book-ended by the Flying Freebooters. Everyone in the group are wearing their varsity jackets and in Marshall’s right hand is a velvet bag. Almost unnoticed is Justin Kaard bringing up the rear, looking almost uneasy rolling with the full group.

As the lights slowly rise the full stable walks to the ring in unison. The majority of the team seem like they are basking in their welcome, not caring at all how much the fans hate them. Some of the group slide under the ring while others go through the ropes, but all find the ring apron covered by a red cloth; something extra fancy just for them. From his jacket pocket Marshall withdraws a microphone and turns to the crowd.

Skylar Marshall: Hello Pure Class Wrestling, I give you your new World Champion.

As he pauses while the jeers rain down on the group and they all take it as if they are being cheered. Marshall hands off the microphone to Showtime and lifts up his velvet bag. From within Marshall withdraws the PCW World Championship Belt. The name plate has been changed and a few added things added to be for Showtime, but all in all it is the same belt. He walks up behind Showtime and secures it firmly around his waist. Showtime is absolutely glowing at his new title and looks around the rafters; taking it all in.

Michael Wryght: Still with all the booing, I see. It’s funny I actually thought you may be happy for this when I entered the arena tonight. I thought finally that the Pure Class Faithful would see all the hard work that I put in to produce for you a better product. At Mass Destruction I gave you a match that will go down in the Pure Class record books as the best match of all times. A match that in comparison with Collision Course that was exponentially better. I thought that I proved to you all that Luis was nothing more than a cancer in PCW that had to be removed. He was so interested in his own agenda that he couldn’t see that he was destroying this wonderful company. Everything that I’ve said that I would do have come true. I gave you all everything you have ever wanted and more. I brought back titles, created tournaments and revived the excitement in this arena.

The booing becomes deafening and Showtime just looks around at his stable mates with that cocky half smile of his.

Michael Wryght: Now I cannot take all of the credit, without the rest of Marshall’s Law I would never have been able to succeed. Skylar Marshall was able to banish Luis’ tyranny. Whitey Ford has showed you time in and time out that he is by far the best International Champion that we have ever seen. Even, now brace yourselves, even better than I was. The Flying Freebooters are the best Tag Team in Pure Class Wrestling, and they will shortly have their titles back. And Justin Kaard is going to make sure that if I do lose my World Championship anytime soon, it will stay where it rightfully belongs, with Marshall’s Law.

Showtime pauses and the crowd takes this as a cue to boo them some more, as most his stable-mates nod in agreement. This time he sneers a bit before continuing on.

Michael Wryght: I do apologize that we are out here again to celebrate our awesomeness, but our celebration at Mass Destruction was cut short. While we were harmlessly celebrating my victory over Sean and Phinehas, there was someone who wouldn’t let that continue unabated. There was someone that no one wanted to return and really had no reason to come out to rain on our parade. Someone that was so eager to join us last time I wanted to invite him down here before he gets any bright ideas. Come on Justin, we know you’re back there ... why don’t you come out?

There is a long silence and the crowd starts a “Stormm” chant but there is no reply. Showtime’s smile returns as the crowd starts to die down.

Michael Wryght: Just as I thought, you’re more than happy to jump unsuspecting people, but when invited…

“Crash” by Decyfer Down begins to play and the crowd goes nuts. You can see the Flying Freebooters ready to take on Michaels for blindsiding them at Mass Destruction but Marshall is able to talk some sense into them. Though Showtime was fazed a bit by Stormm actually showing up, he composes himself once again as Justin enters through the curtains. Stormm points to the ring and is yelling something at the group, but without a microphone it is impossible to hear anything he is saying.

Michael Wryght: That is just about far enough, Justin. I’m going to save you from the royal beat-down that you would receive if you entered this ring. You see, I think it is fair to guess that if we get a hold of you there will be no Cavalry from the back to help you. I know for a fact that no one back there likes you at all, and the last remaining person that could even consider being an ally of yours is Mr. Marshall himself.

Stormm goes on yelling at the ring and starts to take a few steps closer, and Showtime just shakes his head.

Michael Wryght: Eager one, aren’t we? Well it was going to happen eventually, but fellas ... can we please restrain Mr. Michaels?

No on in the ring moves but Stormm is suddenly surrounded by the Pure Class Arena Security; lead by Big Dave Brandt. Before Stormm realizes what is happening, he is handcuffed and a team of four men are holding him back. Stormm knows it is pointless to resist, especially since the security is being on the gentle side with him. Showtime takes a step back and hands the microphone to Skylar.

Skylar Marshall: It’s time that all of PCW take note: WE are running the show now. To all of the wrestlers, including Michaels, if you go along with our plan then you can have a long and happy career here. If you are thinking that you can be some sort of hero, you’ll learn soon enough that it’s an impossibility, and you will be eliminated. Justin, for your interruption at Mass Destruction you will be charged with assault. You came out and attacked Pure Class Wrestling employees without your contract being in effect. You were no more than a fan at that time and we here at PCW are vigilant in protecting our loyal workers. Take him away Dave, he makes me sick.

Big Dave Brandt and the other PCAS members drag Justin Michaels out of the arena at the displeasure of the crowd. The men in the ring are all found laughing hysterically at Stormm’s expense. After a Michaels is long gone Marshall’s Law starts to make their exit. Showtime hangs behind the rest while removing the title from around his waist. He catches a cold look from Kaard but is too busy making his way to touch all four corners showing the crowd his achievement to notice. After the crowd is worked into a full on frenzy he leaves as well, following his team as “The System” by Black Pacific plays them out.

MATCH THREE
Singles Match
Grimm vs. Rick Majors
Referee: Roberto Garcia

A lone spotlight illuminates the entryway as "Winter Shaker" seeps from the speakers. Phinehas Grimm steps out to bask in the light and shadows, head bowed, arms limp, with rogue strands of dripping hair hanging in his face. He takes it all in for a few moments before making the long walk to the ring, ignoring the fans along the way while Wovenhand continues his serenade.

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

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.

Majors 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 centre of the ring, looking out towards the crowd. He slowly starts to circle the ring, stretching and loosening up his body.

["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.

The referee checks both men, that both of them are ready. Once the signal is given?

DING DING DING!

Grimm and Majors head each other off in the middle of the ring, trading shots back and forth. Grimm with a HUGE chip on his shoulder from the finale of Mass Destruction III and Rick Majors ... adamant to prove to the crowd, to everyone at home ... and to Grimm that he meant every last bit of what has been said over the past week. Fully believing Grimm can’t put him down, but hoping nonetheless, Majors wades in with hands blazing.

The two are evenly matched in terms of brawling ability and striking power and they’re letting it be known here tonight. Majors getting the upper hand on Grimm at the outset, he forces Grimm into the corner and rains down a few heavy shots before Grimm slips out underneath. Pushing Majors back into the corner now, Grimm retaliates with his own heavy leather. The referee breaking the two up, Grimm nods and eyes his opponent with evil intentions as he backs away from Majors who is just ITCHING to get back to it.

With some pent-up frustrations to unload, Grimm and Majors take each other to task and duke it out in the middle of the ring. Grimm momentarily catching the upper hand on Majors, the onslaught is stemmed for the moment and Majors takes control again ... forcing Grimm back against the ropes. With a final haymaker, Majors shoves Grimm off towards the other side of the ring. An Irish Whip that Grimm is all but happy to turn to his favor, dropping Majors with a shoulder block. Heading to the ropes again, Majors drops prone ... forcing Grimm to hop over him.

Actually ... no. Grimm stops that derailed train before it leaves the station, dropping an abrupt elbow onto the lower back of Rick Majors. And another. But slowly ... with each elbow ... he’s making his way up the back until the very last elbow is dropped directly at the base of the skull, where the spine meets cranium. A careless mistake that sees Majors paying for it dearly. The agony etched on his face all too apparent, Grimm drops a knee onto Majors’ back and lets it remain there ... grabbing hold of Majors jaw and a leg, yanking up in a modified bow and arrow hold.

Brawling isn’t going to cut it, oh no. Not this night. Majors’ wants his glorious death and acceptance to wrestling Valhalla? Grimm aims to send him there in pieces. The referee checking every few seconds, Majors flatly refusing to submit so early ... and period, for that matter. Grimm steps away to avoid fully attempting a victory, instead making Majors regret ever speaking such wishes. As Majors crawls to a kneeling position, he throws a punch to Grimm’s guts. A second. The exertion to throw such punches wearing down the crucial foundation of the back, Majors battles through it until Grimm has backed off just enough to allows him a vertical base.

Grimm pushing the attack again, Majors rises with a vicious clothesline that lays Grimm out. A quick pinfall, a one count ... and Grimm is already rising to his feet. Majors perhaps a split second ahead of Grimm, Majors fires back with a series of punches ... chops ... boots ... that push Grimm back into a corner. Majors forcing Grimm to cover up, he unleashes a devastating roundhouse to the midsection of Grimm. A second ... Majors is beginning to unleash a FURY early on in the match. Grimm is covering up as best he can, but to no avail as the rapid fire strikes begin to wear down on the Hangtown Horror until he’s slumped in the corner.

Majors backing out of the corner as the referee admonishes him, Grimm pulls himself to his feet and is met by a charging Rick Majors ... who just barely misses Grimm and smacks the corner post with his shoulder. The roar of pain fills the air as Grimm yanks him out of the corner and drops Majors to the mat. Stomping on the affected shoulder, it’s apparent that Grimm has DEFINITELY been studying up on the man who would have him be executioner. Grimm drops and blatantly wraps his hands around Majors’ neck ... throttling him with little regard to the referee who is furiously counting him closer and closer to disqualification.

It seems as though a fire has been lit underneath Grimm and there will be NO extinguishing it. Grimm backing away only through sheer ballsiness of the referee, who PHYSICALLY inserts himself between the two. Grimm staring down at Majors ... who is unbelievably fighting his way to his feet, Majors musters the will to return to a vertical base and actually GOADS Grimm into attacking again. This time, though, Majors is ready and drops Grimm with a drop-toe-hold followed by a low dropkick to the forehead of Grimm.

The crowd is split sixty-forty in favor of Rick Majors, who is getting the most accolades for battling through the brutal and calculating attacks of Phinehas Grimm. He’s drawing his fire from the crowd, it seems. And utilizing it in the best way possible as he forces Grimm to his feet and begins laying into him again. A side headlock affected, he wrenches on the neck ... to which Grimm replies by doing the SAME. This time, though, Grimm holds onto the maneuver a bit longer ... if only to damage the targeted neck and shoulder region.

Majors pushes Grimm off and into the ropes, sidestepping and letting Grimm run through into the opposite set of ropes. Majors catching Grimm in a german suplex set-up, Grimm fights his way out by throwing elbows back at the side of Majors’ head. As Majors staggers back, Grimm rushes with a flying lariat that drops Majors. And Grimm on the attack again. Elbow smash after elbow smash, directly targeting the upper chest and neck area. The arena is eerily quiet, almost growing uncomfortable with the amount of punishment being dispensed in this, a standard match.

The referee attempts to break it up and does so ... for a few moments. Long enough for Grimm to go back to work on the neck with a rear-mounted neck wrench. The referee checking on Majors, he is given the signal ...

... that SCREW YOU, I DON’T QUIT.

Majors fighting for every inch he can get, he finally reaches the ropes and the break is called. Grimm, however ... has other things on his mind. As he lets go, he hops to his feet quickly and begins to pull Majors back into the ring but Majors ... ever the ring veteran, holds onto the ropes and pulls Grimm over and THROUGH the ropes with leg strength alone.

Grimm smacking the floor with his face, Majors gathers his thoughts enough to throw caution to the wind and bounce off of the ropes on the opposite side of the ring ... nailing a fantastic baseball slide onto Grimm, who in turn embraces the ringside barricade with his chest and chin. Not the greatest of hugs. As the referee counts, Majors is recovering ... Grimm is recovering .... hell, the CROWD is recovering as the count goes higher and higher.

Once the count reaches eight, Grimm rolls back into the ring and rolls straight through ... actually managing to trip up Majors as he enters. Majors falling forward at the unorthodox return, Grimm is up in a flash ... and back to the neck. Stomping. Elbows. Knees. Every joint he can manage aimed directly at a spot 3/4 of an inch below the base of the skull. It’s brutal. Grimm feels no remorse; not that he ever WOULD. But Majors ASKED for this. He, by god, was going to GET it. The referee, however, doesn’t see the nobility in such a choice. But by this point, he’s warned Grimm enough to break counts and break holds. With no end in sight for the Hangtown Horror’s maelstrom ...

... the referee signals for the bell.

DING DING!

Winner: Rick Majors via disqualification

As Grimm continues working over Rick Majors, the referee is physically interjecting himself now. And from the back, security begins to pour down the ramp way. Grimm, thinking better of the situation, exits the opposite side of the ring ... leaving security to filter into the ring. However, it’s not needed as Majors is back on his feet within a few moments ... STILL goading Grimm into attacking.

Even going so far as to push security back OUT of the ring, Majors almost PLEADING for Grimm to return.

‘Is that all you HAVE, Grimm?!’

The voice is loud and unmistakable, and the crowd actually cheers for the balls-out warrior that stands tall in the middle of the ring. Grimm, having made his way around to the ramp, nods and ... what appears to be a bemused sort of glimmer in his eyes. It’s obvious, however, that he is impressed. And shows such by nodding slowly and backing up the ramp instead of fully turning his back to Rick Majors.

New Arrival

Outside the Pure Class Arena, in the twilight of a spring evening, a yellow taxi pulls into an empty-ish car park. As the taxi circles around and the camera follows, PCW trucks and refuse areas indicate we're outside the back door of the arena. The cab comes to halt and, after a moment where we assume money is being exchanged, the floor flings out and out steps a shadowy shifty looking male with a rucksack over his shoulder. As he steps into the glow of the security lighting, his face becomes recognizable to some of the hardcore wrestling fans in the crowd within. He has not been seen within the wrestling community for many years, but for those fans who remember him, they know him as Tyler Scott.

Tyler Scott: Cheers mate.

His cockney London accent is evident - unquestionably British. Tyler flicks the cab door with his finger tips and it snaps shut behind him. He strolls forward towards the arena, past the cameraman who swivels on the spot. Over Tyler's shoulder, the back door to the PCW arena is in view. But as he walks towards it and the camera pans out further, a group of men appear to the left, apparently surrounding a fire flickering from within a dustbin. Three of Sean Rhodes' homeless horde huddle around the fire, with nothing but cheap canned alcoholic beverages to sustain them. Tyler walks over and engages them.

Tyler Scott: Hey. Am I in the right place? This is the PCW arena right?

The three homeless men just stare blankly back at him.

Tyler Scott: Well?

They tilt their heads in acknowledgement of Tyler's question, but they refuse to speak. Tyler becomes increasingly annoyed.

Tyler Scott: Dumb shits.

He goes to walk towards the door, but one homeless man steps out in front of him.

Tyler Scott: Whoa big boy. Get out of my way.

From behind an unwashed ragged beard and long greasy hair, the homeless man stares.

Tyler Scott: Get out of my way...now.

The homeless man does not move. In response, Tyler Scott unleashes a stinging punch to the side of the head. The homeless man crumbles to the floor, his can of beer spurting in all directions. His comrades take a step back in shock, not willing to engage.

Tyler Scott: Thank you... I think I'll take one of these as compensation for the insult.

Tyler bends down and grabs an unopened can of beer. He pierces the ring pull, takes a gulp and strolls proudly into the arena.

MATCH FOUR
Icemann Invitational Round One
Genesis Championship Match
Genesis Rules
Andy D (©) vs. Q
Referee: Manny Cruz

'Come, Little Children' begins its' slow start. Staccato pacing. The arena is bathed in a pale blue hue. An aura of sadness fills the space. Once the vocals begin, Q steps out from behind the curtain and onto the main stage. The look on his face as he hesitantly makes his way to the ring is almost one of ... sadness. Genuine sadness. Sighing heavily as he walks his way down to the ring, he looks longingly towards the back and then to the ring before entering solemnly.

Walking up the ringside steps, Q steps to mid-apron and wipes his boots off before entering the sQuared circle. Looking at the crowd around him, he waves meekly before moving back to a corner and lowering his head. He doesn't even look at his opponent as they enter the ring. There is work to be done ... and he MUST be strong ...

Strong enough to overcome the man heading out to the ring now.

The intro of 'Are You Not Entertained' hits out on the PA system, and when it asks for everybody to scream the crowd goes crazy and Andy apears from the back. As he heads towards the ring, he slaps hands with as many people of the crowd as he can. Approaching the ring, Andy slides under the bottom rope before running up to the nearest turnbuckle, hopping up and motioning for the crowd to cheer loudly. Andy jumps down and removes his bucket hat, placing it on the metal part of the turnbuckle in his corner before standing ready for the match.

DING DING!

The bell rings and Andy D is in the corner, bouncing in place and ready to begin. He looks confident. More self-assured than he has in quite some time. Q, on the other hand, walks to the center of the ring ... ready? Looking out at the crowd for a few moments, Q nods a bit and lays flat on his back in the middle of the ring. Andy glances over to the ref, who is just as confused as Andy. Q motions for Andy D to come over and pin him. Andy D is having none of it. He moves over to Q and ... proceeds to throw several boots to the midsection of Q.

Q following Andy with his body, he sweeps Andy several times ... the match being ground to a near stand-still. Andy D forced to play Q’s game, not able to move into that high-paced gear that he’s so used to. A break in the action comes when Andy manages to take hold of one of Q’s legs and drag and twist and pull until he’s able to hoist Q’s dead weight off the ground. No small feat, to be sure. Planting Q back on the mat with a snap suplex, it’s definitely NOT the way Q hoped to go through this match.

Andy with the upper hand, the pace is speeding up and he’s in the driver’s seat. Bouncing off the ropes, Q catches Andy with a judo flip that sends Andy back into the nearest corner. As he goes to move in and press the attack ... Q drops to his back again and motions for Andy to pin him. Andy’s annoyed at this point, but he’s not giving up yet. Grabbing Q by the hair, Andy drags Q to his feet and begins laying into him. Stiff chops and leg kicks and Q is on the ropes again. An Irish whip ... Q reverses and throws Andy to the mat, holding him there with a tightly cinched hammerlock.

Q doing Quite well at grounding the dynamo that is Andy D and it’s showing. The fans are chanting and cheering, willing Andy to his feet and fighting off the excruciating joint lock of Q. Whipping Q into the ropes, Andy lands a hurricanrana ... which Q rolls through to avoid a big chunk of the impact. Q racing back in, Andy is ready with a boot to the midsection. A second boot and Q has hold of Andy’s leg. It looks as though Q is going for a dragon screw leg whip ... but Andy is just a tad faster as he drops Q with a enzugiri followed by a cover.

1 ...

2 ...

... Q forces Andy off of him as he struggles to make his way to his feet. Andy reaching down to grab Q, he’s shocked to feel Q flip him from a grounded position. Andy landing on his feet, but with Q still holding on ... Andy throws Q with a side flip of his own. Andy’s got Q scouted, in ring wise anyways, and it shows as Andy is able to keep up with Q’s non-committal offense. Q’s on his back but not for long. Scrambling to his feet, Q is greeted with a taste of Andy’s shoes ... a vicious dropkick to the side of the head that drops the Single-Letter Superstar once again.

Picking Q up on his own terms, Andy whips him across the ring into the far corner. Q striking the turnbuckles with a sickening THUD, Andy moves in and is met by a pair of Q-sized shoes. Andy backing away from the corner, Q rushes him in a blur of movement, taking him off his feet with a running dive at the man’s feet. Andy jumps over the dive attempt and lands with both feet on Q’s back in a rather brutal looking double foot stomp. Sliding off to the side, Andy watches as Q slides back to the corner ... only to be met by a Dragon’s Bite in the corner!

Q’s head sandwiched between the second turnbuckle and Andy’s knee, he has nowhere to go but down. Collapsing in a heap to the mat, Andy pulls him from the safety of the ropes and goes for the cover.

1 ...

2 ...

...

... 3!

DING DING DING!

Winner: Andy D via pinfall

[Murdoc]

The First Word

Jerry Andrews: Earlier this week, Shane Dodge was able to get an exclusive interview with Justin Michaels, better known to the World as Stormm.

Al Laiman: This was obviously done before the events that transpired earlier tonight between Stormm and Marshall's Law, but let's kick it to the footage anyway!

The feed cuts to inside a dressing room in the backstage area. The camera is already zoomed in on interviewer Shane Dodge, who is sitting on chair in the room. With the microphone placed directly under his cheesy grin, he nods his head and addresses the crowd in attendance here tonight as well as the viewers watching from home.

Shane Dodge: Ladies and gentlemen, please join me in welcoming back to Pure Class Wrestling, the Force of Nature, Justin "Stormm" Michaels!

The camera zooms out a little to reveal former World Champion, Justin Michaels, sitting opposite to Shane on a chair of his own. However, much like his first appearance back in Pure Class Wrestling, Stormm doesn't look to be in the attire the PCW faithful were used to seeing him in before his time away from the company. Rather than the usual business attire that cost more than some people's entire wardrobes, Justin looks to have come down from his Fortune 500 cloud. Now, in favor of the suit and tie, Stormm is sporting casual jeans, tennis shoes, and what looks to be brand new Stormm merchandise in a "Crash" t-shirt.

Shane Dodge: Justin, let me be the first to say welcome back; and then get right into the thick of things here by saying that I'm not the only one who thought we'd never see you back in the Pure Class Arena ever again. Where did you go, and what brought you back?

The camera continues to slowly zoom out, and when it finally stops, another individual has come into view. Lindsay Michaels, also dressed in more casual attire than we were used to seeing, with jeans and a Stormm "Crash" t-shirt that looks to have been cut up and modified for her smaller figure.

Justin Michaels: Well Shane, let me start by saying that I never expected this kind of reaction from the Pure Class Faithful when Lindsay and I came back; but when the roof blew off after the main event at Mass Destruction, there was no doubt in my mind that I was right where I belonged.

Lindsay pats Justin's shoulder before motioning off camera, as if she has a prior engagement to attend. She waves to the camera and winks at Justin before walking out of the shot.

Justin Michaels: As for where I went to, let's just say there was some business that needed taken care of. The more important thing here, Shane, is WHY I came back.

Shane Dodge: I would say just about everyone watching right now wants to know the answer to that question.

Justin Michaels: I came back, because there is a lot more business here that needs taken care of!

The cheers from the crowd can be heard clear in the backstage area after the comment he made, obviously talking about Skylar Marshall and his band of "law makers" in Marshall's Law.

Shane Dodge: I'm sure some of us could begin to guess, but why don't you enlighten us all.

Justin Michaels: You see Shane, this all started well before I even left. As you and most of the faithful already know, I found myself aligned with Skylar Marshall a couple years ago after PCW re-opened and I found myself back on the roster. That alignment came to an end after a War Games match at Hostile Takeover 2011. The team consisting of myself, former World Champion, Non Compos Mentis, and those washed up pieces of trash Jason Willard and Loco lost the match, in turn, causing Skylar to lose his job.

More cheers vibrate through the halls of the backstage area of the match that had cost Marshall his job at PCW a little over a year ago. Looking rather agitated about the whole situation Justin is talking about, he continues.

Justin Michaels: Then, being the idiot that I was at the time, I thought it was a brilliant idea to offer Skylar a position on my board over at Havoc Entertainment. Well, skip ahead almost a year, my attitude towards Pure Class Wrestling being as piss poor as it was, I left, and resumed my responsibilities back at Havoc Entertainment. Come to find out, Mr. Marshall had been trying to assert his ideals and way of thinking onto MY board members, and was doing his damnedest to "improve" MY company by ways only HE saw fit.

Stormm tries to hold back frustrations that have been boiling inside of him for months now, but he's unable

Justin Michaels: Now that greedy leach won't ever concede to this, but I had no choice but to take the trash out when it came to his employment at Havoc Entertainment. Of course, like I said, he'll tell you he had better things on his plate, and that he just up and quit; but that would be the farthest thing from the truth.

Shane Dodge: So Skylar Marshall, no longer employed with your Havoc Entertainment, has a backup plan, and buys Michael Wryght's PCEG shares and becomes a minority owner of Pure Class Wrestling and finds a place that he can unleash his ideals without consequence. Would that be a fair assessment?

Justin Michaels: You hit the nail on the head, Shane! I think I found out about his return to PCW by flipping through channels at the condo in Atlanta one Tuesday night while I was there on business. I tell you what, if Luis Malave were around to confirm this right now, he'd tell you this exact same story. I called him up immediately after seeing Marshall's ugly mug on the TV that night.

Shane Dodge looks to be just as into this story as Justin is as he's telling it. So much so, that he doesn't even realize that he's moved the microphone so close to the Force of Nature's face that Justin is basically eating it like an ice cream cone.

Justin Michaels: After a surprisingly short conversation, he used the pull he still has around here to secure a contract for me to come back and cause as much havoc as possible for Marshall's Law. I'll crash through every single one of them too if that's what it takes to get their "law" out of PCW for good! Even that snake Skylar himself!

The fans watching the tape in the arena pop at the thought of Skylar Marshall getting his just deserts at the hands of Stormm, who, to this point, is the lone roster member to step up to the plate to give Marshall's Law what they have coming to them based off what he did at Mass Destruction.

Shane Dodge: What an interesting tale about your departure and return to the squared circle Justin, but tell us, why have you singled out our new World Champion as one of the main targets in all of this? Looking at the footage from Mass Destruction, there's no doubt he was the one member of Marshall's Law that you were looking to get your hands on the most. Does this have anything to do with the World Title? Are you looking to solidify yourself back on top right off the bat?

Justin Michaels: The title has nothing to do with why Showtime got my attention, unless you count the fact he's doing the same kind of shit I did two years ago to obtain it as well! You see, I took advantage of anyone and everyone I could when I was here last. I bought and paid off so many people for the sake of climbing the proverbial mountain that I forgot the reason I'm still in this business!

With a simple motion of his hand, Justin points his finger directly into the camera. This act, obviously implying that the fans are the main reason he's still around, and maybe even to why he came back a little bit as well, gets a huge reaction from those in attendance, and hopefully from those watching at home.

Justin Michaels: I took them for granted and tossed their importance aside. Michael Wryght, whether he's doing all this for the sake of the company, or whatever bullshit reason he spins as truth, is doing just that and has stooped to a new low! Trust me when I say that I'm not going to be like the rest of the roster over the last few months; I'm not going to tolerate this! Not only that, but you factor in Mr. Wryght aligning himself with Skylar Marshall, and that's all the reason I need to shove fists down throats!

The crowd has really gotten behind the returning Force of nature with his first interview back in Pure Class Wrestling, and they are letting him hear it.

Shane Dodge: One last thing before you go, Stormm. Your return seems to have been with perfect timing as The Icemann Invitational Tournament gets underway here tonight. Any chance of yet another former winner being tossed into the mix?

Stormm chuckles a little before slapping Shane's back playfully.

Justin Michaels: I guess we'll just have to wait until the second half of the brackets get released to find out, won't we?

With that, Justin stands up and walks out of view of the camera with the crowd's reaction finally starting to settle down slightly, and leaving Shane Dodge standing there without an answer to his final question of the interview.

MATCH FIVE
Non-Title Tag Team Match
“Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght (World ©) & Wasp vs. The New Breed (Tag Team ©)
Referee: Austin Shaw

The fifth match of the night begins with "Mr. Showtime" Michael Wryght and Jule "The Wasp" Martins walking to the ring to "The System" by The Black Pacific. The song on the PA competes with the very vocal jeering of the crowd who have little to no respect for Marshall's Law. "Mr. Showtime" carries his PCW World Championship proudly, even smugly, on his shoulder, while The Wasp demands the crowd pay homage to their new Champion.

As "The System" fades the lights dim down and Five Finger Death Punch's "Dying Breed" commands the airwaves. Green and blue spotlights bathe the fans in intermittent light, followed by flashing and swirling pinspots. When The New Breed finally emerges from behind the curtain, they're pleasantly surprised to hear pockets of cheering, some in appreciation of their recent Tag Team Championship victory and some in hopes they'll tear a large hole in Michael Wryght's steadily swelling ego. They sport their Tag Team Championship belts fervently and in spite of Wasp, making he accepts they were recently wrested from he and his partner, High Tide.

With all four men in the ring and Championship belts placed safely aside, Wasp demands that Mr. Showtime let him begin the match. Showtime obliges without a hint of fuss. In the opposite corner The New Breed discuss their strategy, ultimately deciding that Sebastian St. Paul square off against their Mass Destruction opponent.

The first moments of the match find St. Paul trying to capture the sticking and moving Wasp as he darts in and out, keeping out of reach of the slightly taller and considerably heavier man while still managing to get in a few shots. Marshall's Law is the first to get the advantage as Wasp scores a double-leg takedown on St. Paul near hostile territory, tagging in Mr. Showtime who goes to work with a few disrespectful stomps to the knees and lower back before cinching a leglock.

Showtime's presence in the ring is short-lived as Marshall's Law opts for a quick tag to the still fresh Wasp. Michael Wryght reaches toward the corner with the leglock still in place, tagging in Wasp who enters the ring with a leg drop from the top rope, landing firmly upon the chest and throat of Sebastian St. Paul. Wasp attempts the pinfall but St. Paul kicks out at two.

Across the ring Jonathan Cable is itching to get into the ring, but with his partner currently out of even his considerable reach he can only watch on and hope his partner fights back.

And he does. As Wasp works Sebastian St. Paul into the corner with a series of knife edge chops, St. Paul manages to fling an elbow in Showtime's general direction, knocking him from the apron. He explodes out of the corner with a two-handed shove to the chest of Wasp, sending the smaller man ass over teakettle toward the center of the ring. Wasp is quick to gain his feet but is quicker to his back as St. Paul levels him with a clothesline, continues his momentum, and slaps the exuberantly outstretched hand of his partner, The Beast.

As Cable hits the ring Wasp once again gets to his feet and is once again leveled by a clothesline. The Beast grabs the right arm of Wasp in his left hand as Wasp stands, dropping him with a short-arm clothesline. Mr. Showtime slides in through the bottom rope, pissed off and pissing fire over St. Paul's cheap shot. He drops Johnathan to the mat with a chop block before allowing the referee to escort him from the ring with a minor scolding.

With Showtime ushered to the sidelines, Austin Shaw reprimands him for his illegal involvement. At the same moment Wasp gets to his feet, backing toward his own corner and the safety of their homecourt. Cable also rises, furious over the cheapshot, and makes a lunge for Jule Martins. With keen awareness Wasp rolls to the side, causing The Beast to crash into Austin Shaw who dominoes Michael Wryght off the apron. Austin Shaw falls in a heap as Johnathan Cable turns to be met with an impromptu Great White North!

Wasp realizes the referee is down and so neglects the ankle lock portion of his finishing maneuver, instead turning his attention to Sebastian St. Paul who is ready to capitalize on the get out of jail free card. He enters the ring and closes on Wasp at the same time Mr. Showtime once again slides into the ring, calling for Wasp to 'GET DOWN!' Wasp's awareness once again pays off as he drops to prone position. Mr. Showtime flies past him and drops the charging St. Paul with a blistering steel chair shot!

With St. Paul down, Austin Shaw still yet to stir, and The Beast groggily climbing to his feet and adjusting his facemask (slightly offset by Wasp's superkick) Mr. Showtime turns his foreign object attention to Johnathan Cable, tapping the steel chair on the mat and lining up a home run swing.

Suddenly the crowd erupts as Justin "Stormm" Michaels jumps the ringside barricade and barrels into the ring! Hearing the commotion Showtime turns, spits in the face of self-sacrifice, and shoves his partner into Stormm's path! Knocked off balance, Wasp stumbles into Stormm who stings The Wasp with an Implant DDT!

Michael Wryght notices The Beast is rising and uses the distraction to make his escape, steel chair still in hand, as Justin Michaels stares down the ramp, holding up his thumb and forefinger as if to say 'oh so close' before leaving the ring himself, sinking back into the mass of PCW Faithful.

With Wasp down, The Beast back to his feet, Sebastian St. Paul recovering from the chairshot, and Mr. Showtime standing at the top of the ramp, Cable calls to his partner to put this one in the books. The Beast plucks the stunned Wasp from the mat and hoists him into a powerbomb position. St. Paul gains his bearing, hits the ropes, and amplifies his partner's sitout powerbomb with a running neckbreaker... The Equalizer!

St. Paul gives Austin Shaw a couple of wake up taps to the cheek and points to Cable pinning Wasp. The referee soon remembers where and who he is and hits the mat for the count. Showtime visibly contemplates returning to save his partner, whom he threw under the bus, but opts against it and disappears behind the curtain. Austin Shaw slaps the mat three times and The New Breed claim a victory over Marshall's Law with help from a surprise appearance from Justin "Stormm" Michaels.

Winners: The New Breed via pinfall

[Murdoc]

From the Void ...

"All I Need" by Hymns of Eden starts to play throughout the arena and the PCW-faithful explode as Pegasus slowly makes his way out onto the stage. A smile stretches from ear to ear as he slowly starts making his way down the entrance ramp. He takes his time, stopping to "hi-five" and "fist bump" as many of the fan's hands as he can before finally reaching the ring. Upon getting to the ring, he snags a microphone before rolling under the bottom rope. It takes a few moments before the crowd finally calms down enough for him to speak.

Pegasus: For as long as I've been around and and wrestling, hearing that coming from all of you fans will never get old, so thank all of you for that!

There is another slight pop from the crowd as Pegasus' smile seems to widen even further.

Pegasus: Eight years... eight years I've been with PCW. It doesn't sound like much, not in the grand scheme of life anyways. But I've never felt so at home before as when I walk down that ramp and enter into this ring, and that is all thanks to every one of you fans! You have been there for me every step of the way, highs and lows, you were there for it all. And I honestly don't think I can ever truly say how much I appreciate that, how much I respect that.

He shifts around in the ring a bit, his smile still beaming as he looks out over the crowd.

Pegasus: The truth is, I was done though. I had given up the wrestling life, and my boots were on the shelf to collect dust. And while I loved every minute that I was out here with you guys, I wasn't sure I had much more left to give. And it honestly wasn't fair to do to you, to any of you, or for me to do to the company. They brought me in and actually gave me a chance. They put so much faith in me, and I let them down. Just as I let you down. Time and time again.

His smile is no where to be seen now, a serious side of Pegasus seldom seen around the arena.

Pegasus: Pure Class Wrestling got a hold of me a few weeks ago... and that was when all of this really hit me. I just walked away from all of this, all of you, and I never said a single word. I asked them... begged them even to let me come and at least properly say my goodbyes before I truly did leave for good. You know what they said to me?

The grin slowly comes back on his face as he looks out over the crowd again.

Pegasus: They said Pegs... you are always welcome at the arena! And I thought to myself, this is great! I can finally say what has been eating away at me for some time now, finally get it off my chest. It was right then that the higher up I was speaking to from PCW reminded me I was technically still under contract... and that I would be competing in The Icemann Invitational Tournament!

The crowd explodes at the sound of this, quite a different change from the somber silence that had fallen over them only moments before.

Pegasus: Thought you might like that! So, we are going to go out with a bang! Win or lose, we're going to have some fun and at least put on one more show. It's the least I can do for all of you, after everything you have done for me! Thank you, all of you!

And with that he hands off the microphone and rolls out of the ring as his music plays again. He repeats his actions again as he alternates sides and interacts with all the fans he can, even giving hugs to a few of them before disappearing into the back.

The Lost and Forgotten

Jerry Andrews: Up next we’re due to see the first appearance of the Former World Champion, Sean Rhodes, since the frankly confusing and chaotic scenes of Mass Destruction III.

Al Laiman: That’s right, Andrews. I can’t remember ever seeing a PCW World Champion, or any Champion in this company for that matter, walk out of a match and relinquish their title willingly.

Jerry Andrews: To a lot of people it wasn’t relinquishing, it was throwing the title away and being damn disrespectful….

Suddenly the lights in the arena dim down and the crowd begins to murmur with uncertainly and suspicion. Jerry Andrews is cut off midsentence and goes quiet along with his commentary partner and the rest of the arena. The silence remains for a disturbing amount of time until six words blast with incredible volume out of the PA system…

“SCUM OF…THE EARTH… COME ON!”

The heavy beat of drum and harsh guitar kick in immediately after hearing the voice of Rob Zombie blasting over the PA system. Instinctively the crowd boo as the images of the notorious ‘Born Psycho’ flash across the Tron. The PCW Faithful waits with no lack of vocal attacks for the man himself to arrive but he holds back until Mr Zombie’s voice erupts once more.

“YEAH! RUN AND KILL, DESTROY THE WILL, A HERO THAT DOESN’T EXIST! YEAH! SMOKING GUN, WELL I AM THE ONE, A BULLET HOLE IN YOUR FIST! YEAH!”

Non Compos Mentis walks out onto the stage and the chorus of jeers grows to an even higher level. The man himself merely grins a sadistic smile and holds his arms out in a cross, welcoming the hateful shouts all around him and also welcoming a crowd of people out from the back too. Revelling in the chaos he begins to make his way down to the ring, striding down the ramp with his cohort of bedraggled Hobos not far behind.

“I’M BREATHING! I’M BLEEDING! I’M SCREAMING! SCUM OF… THE EARTH… COME ON!”

He reaches the ring and hops onto the apron as the second refrain smashes through the sound system, raising his arm into the air to infuriate the fans further, still grinning and calling to his Hobo Horde to follow him into the ring.

“I’M BREATHING! I’M BLEEDING! I’M SCREAMING! SCUM OF… THE EARTH… COME ON!”

The powerful, frenzied beat goes on as NCM climbs into the ring and sends an evil look to ringside, almost ordering them to hand him a microphone. One of the ringside crew hands over a mic as the pack of mutts climbs into the ring and slowly surrounds Mentis in a protective circle. Finally the music cuts off and the true volume of the boos around the arena hits home.

Jerry Andrews: That is Sean Rhodes like I’ve never seen him before.

Al Laiman: That isn’t Sean Rhodes anymore, Andrews. It’s Non Compos Mentis.

Mentis dangles the microphone in his fingers for a moment before flicking it up to his mouth and glaring through the Hobo Army into the crowd.

Non Compos Mentis: I suppose you want to know why? Yes?

The crowd replies with an instant barrage of boos and the man in the centre of the ring merely laughs and throws back his head, sending his stringy, wet hair flying.

Non Compos Mentis: Why did YOUR World Champion wash his hands of the title he spent seven long, so very long, years trying to capture? Why did he set a pack of dogs on the men challenging him only to walk away with them, hand in hand? The answer is simple. So simple, you people really should have understood it by now.

Spurred on intentionally by the ‘Born Psycho’ the fans continue with their chorus of boos and jeers. They continue until Mentis patiently, still laughing, lifts the microphone back to his lips and clears his throat nonchalantly.

Non Compos Mentis: Betrayal, that’s why. The betrayal every single one of you has had a part in since I first showed my face in this company seven long years ago. I was a man in need of help, a man like all of these poor individuals that surround me now. I was weak and lost and you treated me like a criminal… like a PARIAH.

Then I became Sean Rhodes, I become a good man, a reasonable man, a SANE man. And THEN you loved me. THEN you believed in me. THEN you helped me. You people only gave a damn about me when I was normal, when I was FAKE. You never cared about the real Sean Rhodes, you never cared about Non Compos Mentis. So I took ‘Sean Rhodes’ and all his worth and I washed my hands of him. I took his title he earned with your traitorous cheers and I soiled it, I DEFILED it.

The PCW Faithful, hearing their honour and honesty come into question, jeer wildly and meet only a now more serious face of Non Compos Mentis. He looks stern but not angered, surprisingly controlled considering his history of violence.

Non Compos Mentis: Like all these men and women around me, I was shunned by society, by every one of you and…” He stares into a camera that is perched on the ring apron, pointing a crooked and evil finger through the lens. “… every single person sat on their ignorant ass in their cosy, warm home. I am one of these people and these people are the lost and the forgotten of civilization. What they did at Mass Destruction, what WE did at Mass Destruction, will never… NEVER be forgotten. And what we do from now on, starting with Tyler Scott, will forever be written in books and captured for the men, and the women, and their ignorant children to watch and remember.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Jerry Andrews: I never thought I’d be so relieved to see an Englishman.

The familiar thudding introduction of ‘Galvanise’ by Chemical Brothers announces the arrival of Tyler Scott. After a momentarily pause, the curtain flings back and out strolls The British Lion to a mixture of cheers and unfamiliarity, though most as simply thankful he has interrupted the tirade of Non Compos Mentis. Having appeared wearing a red and black leather biker jacket, he soon gives it up, sliding it off and flinging it to the side of the entrance ramp while holding a microphone of his own.

In the ring, the Hobo Horde gathers at the ropes in a phalanx of protection for NCM and waits there with their eyes on Scott who looks to be smirking at the opposition. The music dies down soon and allows him to speak.

Tyler Scott: I’m pretty sure every one of the people in this arena and everybody sat at home would appreciate it if you shut your bloody mouth!

The Brit gets a massive cheer after his cockney-laced insult and slowly begins to make his way down to the ring with no fear of the ominous presence inside.

Tyler Scott: Now you’ve said your piece, why don’t you get your group of stinking, good for nothing mates out of the ring so I can kick your arse!

Mentis is so enraged in the ring that he seemingly begins to order the Hobo Horde out of the ring and comply with Scott’s calls. One after another, the whole of the ‘unwashed masses’ climb out of the ring and onto the floor directly in front of Tyler who looks more and more pumped up for his upcoming debut or maybe just a fight.

As the final one of the group reaches the floor, they simultaneously turn to look at Mentis in the ring and, almost unseen, he gives a nod. With no warning the group rush forward and attack Scoot but the British Lion is ready for them and goes in swinging. Before they can land a hit, two of the hobos hit the ground and ‘Big’ Dave Brandt and the PCW Security team jump into action, trying to pull back the remaining men.

Scott fires off a startling array of striking techniques and pummels an additional two of his onrushing foes, clearing a path between the brawling mass of homeless and security. With the coast clear, Tyler sprints through the gap and dives into the ring…

MATCH SIX
Icemann Invitational Tournament Round One
Non Compos Mentis vs. Tyler Scott
Referee: AJ Bennett

… Scott explodes onto Non Compos Mentis with an immediate volley of right hands and pushes back the former World Champion. The ‘Born Psycho’ tries to fight back but he is caught cold and is quickly pushed backward. With NCM hitting the ropes, Scott switches to a combo of Knife Edge chops and Uppercutting Elbows and whips Mentis across the ring. Rebounding off the ropes he runs straight into an armdrag. Not stopping there, NCM jumps to his feet and straight into a second deep Armdrag. This time when he gets to his feet, Mentis avoids a third and hits the hopes himself, only to walk into a huge Standing Dropkick. Scott wastes no time in going straight for the cover.

One…
Kick out!

Tyler jumps back to his feet and is soon followed by his opponent, but the British Lion has the edge with his quickness and goes on the offensive again with a salvo of sharp and swift kicks, finishing with a Roundhouse to the temple. With NCM stunned, Scott hits the ropes and returns with a clothesline but finally NCM seems to find his feet and ducks. Scott carries his momentum into the ropes and bounces back… right into a shuddering Spinning Side Slam.

Mentis doesn’t pin, instead simply beginning to lay into NCM with blunt, savage rights and lefts. Left near defenceless by the previous slam, Scott can only cover up and wait for a chance as the blows rain down on him. Eventually he finds one and hits out, pushing NCM back to his feet and allowing him to get to his. It is only a brief respite as Mentis lands a hard Knee Lift to the midsection, forcing Scott back into the corner. Penned in to the turnbuckles, Scott has nowhere to do as the Hobo Master goes to work with several thrusting shoulders to the gut. He pulls back with the damage done and retreats, calm and composed, across he ring.

The grin grows wider as NCM takes aim and rushes into the corner, firing a boot high into the head of Scott… who dives out of the way! Mentis’ foot catches on the top turnbuckle and the technically experienced Scott takes advantage with a vicious straight boot to the back of his knee, knocking loose his foot, and a sudden and violent Dragon Screw that twists his opponent’s leg into an unseemly shape. Sensing an opportunity for an early finish, Scott goes straight for the injured leg and twists into an attempted submission… the Reverse Heel Lock.

Mentis struggles frantically as referee AJ Bennett asks for a submission only to be rejected immediately. The duel for position is intense as Mentis comes close to reaching the ropes but is quickly reeled back. Finally it is Mentis who pushes through the pain barrier and reaches the ropes. Scott takes up four of his five allocated seconds before releasing and watching NCM struggle back to the corner. The crowd are feeling the wave of momentum behind Scott again and watch as he measures Mentis once more and sprints toward him.

Using the middle rope as a step, Tyler jumps up looking to smash a Shining Knee into his opponent’s face… but Mentis catches him with a flailing arm and drives him down with a neck-crunching Uranage. To his credit, Scott immediately sits up and tries to recover, but Mentis hits the ropes and rebounds with pace as he seemingly ignores the immense pain in his leg. He throws himself down with an extended elbow, looking for the Sliding D finisher, but Scott escapes at the last moment, rolling to the apron.

For a moment Mentis remains crouched on the mat, glaring at Scott with maniacal eyes. Slowly he slinks back to his feet in an eerie motion and watches The British Lion climb back to his feet on the apron. With him back to a vertical base, Mentis reaches out to grab him but receives a shocking Roundhouse Kick over the top rope, knocking him backwards with a glazed over look in his eyes.

Scott takes a second to steady himself and jumps onto the top rope, springing off before delivering a spectacular and devastating Springboard Diamond Cutter right in the middle of the ring. He pushes himself across the mat and rolls Mentis over onto his back, hooking a limp leg for a pin.

One…
Two….
THR…NO!

Reviving himself for just one second, Mentis lifts his shoulder off the mat to break the pin. The crowd are behind Tyler 100% now and they will him back to his feet. Catching his breath, Scott looks down at Mentis and then to the top rope which he makes for and begins to climb. By the time he reaches the top, Mentis has reached his knees and pushes himself up, just in time to see Scott fly through the air like a Spitfire. Unable to react quick enough, the ‘Born Psycho’ eats a huge Flying Crossbody… but manages to roll through the impact and keep hold of Scott. He quickly transitions his opponent up into a Fireman’s Carry and throws him around, catching him with a fierce TKO.

NCM climbs to his feet and grabs Scott roughly by the head, not caring that one of his fingers seems to be jammed into his eye-socket. He quickly whips his opponent across the ring and follows, meeting him at the ropes with a knee to the gut. He repeats the sequence into the opposite ropes and hits a second knee to the midsection. Attempting it for a third time, Scott sees the knee coming and uses his agility to roll through, catching NCM with a School Boy Pin!

One…
Two…
THR…NO!

NCM kicks out and immediately lands a kick to the stomach, doubling Scott over and allowing him to hit the ropes. He rebounds off the ropes but is too late with his reactions to see Tyler rise from his kneeling position and smash him in the face with a stunning Double Palm Thrust. Left reeling by the shot, Mentis is easy pickings and Scott grabs hold of him, looking to hit his trademark STO!

Scott is about to drive NCM down when, out of pure desperation, NCM lashes out with an elbow to the ear, followed swiftly by two more. The impact forces Tyler to relinquish his grasp and both men stumble uneasily with their balances off kilter. Mentis seems to be the first to steady himself and he sets his sights on his opponent, spinning with velocity and launching a Spinning Back Fist toward his head.

Scott somehow ducks the Blunt Trauma and rushes into the ropes, bouncing back toward a newly disoriented Mentis and hitting a crunching Spear right in the middle of the ring! The British Lion doesn’t listen to the advice though and instead his eyes drift toward the top rope once more. He makes for the corner and begins to climb, taking a breath at each step to steady his swaying equilibrium. Finally he reaches the top turnbuckle and…

Out from the back emerges a bedraggled torrent of Hobos, clearly having escaped the grasp of the PCW Security team. A massive ovation of boos and jeers follows them and Scott is clearly distracted, turning to see the torrent of figures. They rush down the ramp and the first of the group jumps onto the apron next to Scott. The referee tries to intervene but the Hobo isn’t listening, instead it’s left to Tyler Scott to deal with it. Managing to keep his balance on the turnbuckle, Scott kicks out at the man and sends him sprawling off the apron straight into his pack of filthy friends.

Turning his attention back inside the ring, Tyler looks to take aim with his devastating Swandive Headbutt… but out of nowhere Non Compos Mentis jumps at the ropes, catching them and sending The British Lion crashing down straight onto his British Loin before collapsing into the ring. Helpless and injured in the most personal of ways, Scott can’t defend himself as NCM hooks both arms, lifts him into the air and…

Fractured Mind!

One…
Two….
THREE!

The bell rings and Mentis rolls from the ring before the referee even has a chance to raise his hand in victory. Instead he gathers together his rag-tag bunch of reprobates and begins to make his way back up the ramp, wanting nothing to do with Tyler Scott when he recovers. As Mentis slowly makes his way up the ramp with a grin on his face and the boos of the entire crowd surrounding him, Scott manages to push his way to his feet in the middle of the ring, clearly furious with how his debut has ended. Both men stare back at each other with very difference emotions, NCM in a laughing craziness and Scott with focused fury and vengeance.


Winner: NCM via pinfall

[Murdoc]

Pre-Match

Following the events of the last match, the PCW-Tron springs to life. On the screen is Justin Kaard, who is ready to compete next against Ace Anderson. Justin hypes himself up a bit and then begins walking. A few moments later, Kaard reaches his destination – backstage behind the entrance curtain. Standing there is Skylar Marshall. Kaard walks over to him and speaks.

Justin Kaard: Mr. Marshall, I have a very simple request. In a moment, I'll be going out there to defeat Ace Anderson and move on in The Icemann Invitational. I ask that you send not one soul out to that ring during this contest. I'm the number-one contender to the World Title, and if Showtime can beat Ace, I know I can.

Skylar takes a second to process Kaard's request, and then smiles before speaking.

Skylar Marshall: Kid, you have the potential to be a great world champion. You're absolutely right- Ace Anderson is nowhere in your league. You have my word that no one from Marshall's Law will interfere in the match. Go show them how it's done.

And with that, the feed fades out.

MATCH SEVEN
Icemann Invitational Tournament Round One
Ace Anderson vs. “The Adrenaline King” Justin Kaard
Referee: Eddie Lane

The two men stand toe-to-toe in the center of the ring, eyeing each other and taking in the atmosphere. While Ace Anderson gazes down at Justin Kaard with a look of steely focus, Kaard simply blows Anderson a kiss before stepping away with a shit-eating grin. They begin to circle the ring, and as they go to meet in the center of the ring Kaard ducks under Anderson’s reach and hits the ropes only to stop in front of the turning Anderson and slap both of his hands on the big man’s chest, while howling in his face. Anderson looks down, smirks, and quickly pulls Kaard in and levels him with a short-arm clothesline. Kaard is back to his feet and he’s one again pulled in for the clothesline. He gets back up once more; Anderson goes to the well but comes up empty.

Kaard waits, and as Anderson turns around he peppers him with a series of kicks to his right thigh before throwing a low dropkick that clips across the top of Ace’s knee. Ace stumbles into the rope and Kaard continues on the offensive, kicking away at the raising Ace Anderson’s right leg before stepping back and hitting a low dropkick off his chest to put him on the ground. But rather than going for the pin attempt, he steps away, taking a moment to throw a sly smirk in the crowd’s direction, in return, they give him their hatred. Ace Anderson, however, has other plans. As Kaard turns, he’s met with a charging Anderson. Kaard tries to leap over the rushing Anderson, but he’s caught midair. Wrapping his arms around Kaard, he takes him over and slams him down with a basic takedown and goes for the cover.

1….

2……

Eddie Lane counts the hard two as Justin kicks out, retreating to the outside to regain his composure, as it seems that the wind was knocked out him with the takedown. Anderson approaches the ropes, but isn’t fooled into giving chase. He takes a couple steps back, staring intently at Kaard as he motions for him to slip into the ring. Kaard takes his sweet time in doing so, climbing to the apron and walking it’s length before quickly slipping between the top and bottom rope. As Anderson approaches, he quickly throws a leg over the middle rope and Eddie Lane quickly gets between the two men. “Watch it, big boy!” Kaard calls out, as he reenters the ring and the two circle once more. As they circle once again, Kaard goes for the same trick but Anderson has him scouted.

As Kaard ducks under the attempted grapple from Anderson, Ace quickly changes his stance up on the fly. He drops on to his left knee, turning quickly and catching Kaard around the waist. He goes for a belly-to-back slam but Kaard slips free. As Kaard tries to get away, he’s once again caught from behind and tossed into the air like a rag doll. Anderson quickly brings him down, pressing him into the mat before dragging him to his feet only to toss him down again, this time he transitions around Kaard’s body and drags him to his feet by the nape of his neck. Applying a headlock, Anderson quickly sweeps his left leg in, tripping Kaard and powerfully flipping him down on to the canvas. Eddie Lane quickly checks on Kaard, but he barks at the referee in response.

Anderson applies a bit of pressure, using his massive size advantage to keep the hold in the center of the ring. Kaard begins to bring his knees up, slamming them into Anderson’s back in rapid succession, forcing the break and stumping to his feet. As Anderson approaches to continue his offense he’s met with a double foot stomp on the top of his right knee, which sends him down to the mat with a grimace upon his face. Kaard picks up the pace, rising and quickly circling and stomping the fallen Anderson. As Anderson tries to rise to his feet, he is met with a sprinting Kaard. He goes for a rolling wheel kick but Anderson crouches, Kaard rolling off of his shoulders – he keeps running. Kaard hits the ropes, Anderson turns around, and he’s met with another dropkick to that right knee, this time sending him tumbling to the ground.

Eddie Lane approaches but Anderson gives him the okay, Kaard quickly rushes in like a scavenger, ready to pick away at the pieces as he begins to stomp on the knee. He takes a hold of Anderson’s right ankle, lifting the leg up before dropping a leg drop across that knee. Anderson writhes in pain and Kaard repeats the attack. Anderson uses his left foot to kick Kaard away, but Kaard quickly comes rushing back in, throwing all of his body weight in a flipping senton across Anderson’s right knee. Kaard quickly goes for the cover.

…..

Anderson kicks out before one, but almost instantly Kaard is on his feet. He begins to pepper the rising Anderson with soccer kicks from all directions, circling him and attacking feverishly all the while smirking as the crowd jeers him. Taking a step back, he points to Anderson and yells out “The bigger they are, the lousier they –“ BOOM! He’s thrown into the air as Ace Anderson charges into him, using his shoulder to lift Kaard into the air and rush forward into a spine-buster. The crowd goes nuts, as Anderson stumbles to his feet, holding his right knee as he does so. He wastes no time in beginning to pick away at Kaard, dropping his left knee repeatedly on Kaard’s abdomen, hoping to take away the breath of the highflyer, but Kaard soon skitters away, taking a hold of the bottom rope and forcing a halt to Anderson’s offense.

Anderson steps away as Eddie Lane checks Kaard, but Kaard quickly stands up on the apron. Anderson rushes in, but stops a few feet away, feigning an attack and goading Kaard into action. Justin pulls on the top rope, throwing himself in the air, landing on the top rope he sees the waiting Ace Anderson and quickly leaps downwards, tumbling off of the canvas and to the side of Anderson. Ace turns and is met with a leaping Kaard, who seems to be going for another rolling wheel kick, but he’s caught! Anderson catches the man with ease and quickly heaves him back with a release belly-to-back suplex, but Kaard floats over. Landing on his feet, he rushes forward and plants a dropkick across the small of Anderson’s back sending him stumbling away.

Kaard hits the ropes to the right side of Anderson and goes for a chop block to the side of the right knee, Ace Anderson jumps over it. Kaard wastes no time with amazement as he scrambles to his feet only to be met with a side belly-to-belly suplex. Anderson doesn’t release however, dragging Kaard to his feet before hitting another side belly-to-belly suplex. The crowd begins to count, as Anderson continues to chain.

3…

Anderson floats over, landing the suplex. Kaard arches his back, but flails, he attempts to break free but Anderson’s strength advantage. Anderson once again forces Kaard to his feet and wrenches to the side and lands the suplex!

4…

Anderson pulls Kaard up, whose body has gone limp, drops his right arm down and hooks Kaards legs before wrenching back and hitting a bridged exploder suplex! Eddie Lane quickly gets into position for the pinfall attempt.

1…
2…
….

At the very last nanosecond Kaard kicks out, with a crazed look on his face as he tries to pull himself to his feet – but Anderson as other plans. Reaching down, Anderson pulls Kaard into a standard vertical setup and joists him into the air. Holding him vertically, Anderson begins to start pressing the much smaller superstar much to the amusement of the crowd, but that’s when one of Justin’s knees clips Anderson on the bridge of his nose. One soon becomes two, and two become for, and soon a frenzy is unleashed. Anderson begins to teeter as Kaard drops down his knees in violent form, Anderson loses his grip and Kaard slips free. Kaard lands on his feet and quickly runs up the nearby ropes and flips backwards, performing a corkscrew senton and crashing into Ace Anderson!

Both men are down and Kaard quickly heaves up one of Anderson’s massive legs for the pin attempt…

1…
2…

Anderson kicks out and the crowd goes absolutely wild. Kaard looks a little less than satisfied, he looks pissed. Standing up, he begins to stomp away at the fallen Anderson but Anderson begins to rise, seemingly ignoring the blows. Kaard hits the ropes and slaps Anderson with a dropkick across the face, but he doesn’t flinch. Kaard rushes into the ropes and quickly rams him with another dropkick across the face, but Anderson doesn’t even bat an eye. Kaard goes for the hat trick but Anderson rises and catches Kaard with his right arm, floating him over with a sambo suplex! Kaard bounces off the mat but rises to his feet, the crowd unsure of what to make of it. Anderson turns and Kaard bounces off the middle rope and goes for a hurricanrana – but Ace uses his strength and size to counter Kaard’s momentum!

Holding on to Kaard’s thighs, he quickly slips hands down and powers him buck up. Pressing him into the air, Anderson joists him high before planting his hands on Kaard’s chest and thunderously tossing him downwards – but Kaard catches Anderson’s neck with a leg scissors and takes him down with him!? Anderson massive frame is tossed, colliding with the canvas as he stumbles to his feet. Kaard rushes into the rising Anderson and leaps into the air, he locks his ankles around they spin into a satellite setup but Anderson places his hands on Kaard’s knees and heaves him into the air. Kaard’s hold breaks, his legs slip, and Anderson flattens him with a flapjack. The crowd is stunned by the move and Kaard doesn’t seem to be responsive, his body lying in a heap as Anderson quickly approaches him, and signals for the end.

Anderson drags Kaard to his feet, tucking him down before joisting him high into the air. He presses Kaard as high as he possibly can, elevating before letting him slip downwards. With a sickening thwapping noise, Anderson’s hands plant on Kaard’s chest as he brings him slamming down, and covers him.

1…
2….
3……


Winner: Ace Anderson via pinfall

A Look to the Future

A professionally produced video begins to play with "New Millenium Cyanide Christ" by Meshuggah as the soundtrack, a black military style boot colliding hard with a blue heavy bag then quickly cutting to a retro microphone, the camera slowly panning up along the stand and towards the actual microphone as a female voiceover can be heard over the top of the footage.

"They say pro wrestling is a man's business."

A quick shot of the heavy bag up close with a pair of fists jabbing into it with a quick one-two combination, cutting back to the microphone up close as the camera continues its steady ascent, the image quickly changing to show an extreme close up of a blue piece of rubber hosing while the camera slowly tracks along it to the right.

"They say that only the tough will survive and there's only room for one at the top of the mountain."

The footage continues to show the hosing, a brief image of the retro microphone standing in the middle of an empty ring as the heavy bag is again shown in close up taking abuse from that boot again as if it had been struck by a high roundhouse kick, a small amount of flesh visible above the boot where this person's calf is.

"Well if PCW is Mount Everest, just call me Sir Edmund [BLEEP]ing Hillary."

The microphone appears in close up again, the camera almost reaching the summit of the instrument then quickly changing to footage of that heavy bag again, taking more abuse courtesy of two right jabs and a left hook.

"So who do you turn to when you need to add talent, good looks and charisma to your sausage fest promotion and reinvigorate the ratings?"

The camera pauses on an image of the microphone from several feet away, an arm reaching into shot wearing a black leather wrist cuff as the hand grabs at the microphone and pulls it closer to the redheaded female that appears not long after. She turns to face the camera, staring with big green eyes and clutching the microphone near her mouth.

"Who else were you expecting? Jennifer Lawrence? Bitch, please...."

The image fades to white while a few words appear prominently in the middle in pink and black.

[Murdoc]

MAIN EVENT
North American Championship Match
No Holds Barred
MONROE © vs. “The Archangel” Gabriel Cross
Referee: Tyrone Little

We’re back from our last commercial, and we’re ALREADY underway with the main event of the evening! MONROE, the North American champion .... and Gabriel Cross, who many felt was screwed out of the victory at Mass Destruction III. That problem HAS been solved ... with a No Holds Barred match! And as announced on the Pure Class Facebook page, if Cross loses ... he will NEVER get another shot at the North American championship. And if MONROE loses ... he is RELEASED from PCW!

The stakes are high and the intensity is even HIGHER.

The two men involved are already in the ring. As a No Holds Barred match, there are no entrances. Unsanctioned. Raw. Pure and unadulterated violence is to follow. Why worry about the pageantry?

DING DING DING!

The bell rings and Gabriel Cross is off like a shot! Catching MONROE slightly unaware, Cross begins hammering away on MONROE with clubbing forearm blows to the back. Beating on MONROE until he’s down on his hands and knees, Cross throw several stiff boots to the back and the mid-section, even going so far as to use the top rope for leverage and a brace as he rains down blows after blow in a show of passion and violence rarely seen between two competitors. Cross knows that this match is his final opportunity, and that he HAS to make it count.

MONROE finally makes it to his feet, for all the good it does him, for as soon as he does ... he’s backed into the corner yet again under Cross’ initial onslaught. An Irish Whip by Cross and MONROE reverses it, sending Cross back first into the turnbuckles. MONROE now on the attack, he moves after Cross and begins laying in his own right hands before ascending to the second turnbuckle to take the high ground and throw some more shots down. Over and over. Punch after punch after punch. Cross is regretting getting this match started at such a high tempo.

The referee looking on, there’s nothing he can do in this situation. He’s only there to count the pin or submission. A quick snapmare and Cross is staring up at the lights. MONROE on the attack, he grabs Cross by the hair and with a yank ... pulls him into the air and brings him back down to the mat. Cross begging off now, hoping to catch a reprieve, he’s having none of it as he drags Cross to his feet and lays him throat first across the top rope, throttling him with it until he’s had enough and jerks the rope back and sends Cross flying backwards towards the mat.

As Cross attempts to crawl to the ropes or the apron, ANYTHING, MONROE picks him up with a front face lock and drops him again with a sudden stopping DDT. No pinfall attempt, MONROE doesn’t much care about that presently and drops a quick leg drop. Everyone wondered how long it’d be, well wait no longer as MONROE hurls Cross over the top rope to the outside. Cross struggling to get to his feet, MONROE grabs him by the hair and slams him head first into the barricade at ringside. An Irish Whip and Cross is sent flying into the ringside steel stairs back first.

MONROE drags Cross to his feet and Cross, out of desperation, throws a thumb to the eye and begins to stagger up the entrance ramp to put some distance between himself and MONROE. MONROE gaining, he throws a headbutt to the back of Cross’ head that sends him up and through the curtain to the backstage area. Imagine the crowd’s shock when, instead of taking it backstage, MONROE emerges from the back with Cross in tow ... leading him back towards the ring.

Stopping right before the ring, MONROE hoists Cross up and scoop slams him directly on the floor. Cross on the short end of the stick thus far, MONROE aims to keep it up as he drags Cross to his feet and rolls him back into the ring. No Holds Barred or not, MONROE is still at his most vicious when he’s in the confines of the ring. Picking up Cross for a back breaker, Cross manages to rake the eyes in time and leave MONROE staggering ... just enough time for Cross to escape the hold.
Dropping out of MONROE’s grip, he throws a boot to the stomach that hits in just the correct way to drop MONROE to his hands and knees. It doesn’t take long for Cross to stomp on the nearest hand of MONROE, followed by another rake of the eyes. Knowing he won’t be disqualified, Cross grabs MONROE by the hair and slams him face first into the top turnbuckle. Rope burn on the eyes of MONROE, sound thinking on the part of Cross. If MONROE can’t see, then his attacks are severely dampened.

MONROE now on the mat, Cross grabs both legs and drops a headbutt ... some would say a low blow, others may not ... to the ‘stomach’ of MONROE. Picking him up with a renewed effort, he hoists MONROE up and puts him back onto the mat with an inverted atomic drop. With MONROE down, Cross takes this opportunity ... to throw a fist into the air and pander to the crowd for a brief moment. Not letting MONROE get too much of a breather, Cross stomps on the solar plexus but it’s not enough to keep MONROE on the mat. SO, for good measure? Cross rakes the back as MONROE tries to get his feet back underneath him.

MONROE turning into a hard headbutt from Cross, he staggers out from the corner and manages to catch a slightly sloppy boot to the gut. Cross caught with his hand in the cookie jar, proverbially, MONROE spins Cross around and is just a little slow on the uptake as Cross catches him with a spinebuster that ends any momentum that MONROE had built. A pinfall cover ... only a two count as MONROE forces his way out. Cross, as the aggressor, hops up quickly to argue the referee’s decision but to no avail.

Now CROSS is the one tossing MONROE out of the ring, hoping to do a little more LASTING damage. A hard landing by MONROE and Cross is following him ... stalking him. Face first on the steel steps, followed by a heavy boot ... MONROE is reeling and Cross is relishing the chance to lay into the man who he feels wronged him at Mass Destruction III.

Hoisting MONROE up, he drops him sternum first on the barricade and MONROE drops to his knees .... gasping for a full breath. Picking MONROE up, the offense continues to be piled on ... courtesy of an Irish whip into the barricade, sending a chair or two flying in separate directions. Cross figuring the damage to be done, he gathers up MONROE’s slowly fading presence and tosses him back into the ring. A pinfall attempt netting him only a two-count and MONROE, feeling the match slipping, kicks it into high gear ... a rush of adrenaline hits and MONROE is up like a rocket. Several kicks to Cross’ legs, a few to the midsection ... finally Cross drops to a kneeling position.

MONROE bounces off the ropes and goes for a KENKA Kick but Cross is there! Catching the boot at his side, he turns and grabs MONROE by the head ... snapmare ... NO! SNAPMARE DRIVER! It’s the Burning Brand! MONROE hits the mat like a sack of wet diapers and goes prone, the torque on the neck absolutely unbelievable. A quick floatover ...

1 ...

2 ...

... 3!!!

DING DING DING!

Winner and NEW North American champion: Gabriel Cross via pinfall


The reign of, quite arguably, the most dominant North American champion in PCW history... MONROE ... has come to an end. And the man who ended it, Gabriel Cross, celebrates in the ring with his newly won title as Tuesday night Trauma goes off the air.

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<sub>Whitey Ford def. Tyrone ‘Crazy Boy’ Smith
High Tide def. Areas
Rick Majors def. Grimm
Andy D def. Q
The New Breed def. ‘Mr. Showtime’ Michael Wryght & Wasp
Non Compos Mentis def. Tyler Scott
Ace Anderson def. Justin Kaard
Gabriel Cross def. MONROE for the North American championship

I want to thank Rick, Chris, Kris, and Drew for all their help this week. And to everyone who sent in segs? Rock on! Thanks for sending.</sub>