Trauma 132 Results!

[Murdoc]

Welcome to Tuesday Night Trauma, we open up straight AWAY with our first contest of the evening!

MATCH ONE
Icemann Invitational Round One
Grimm vs. Tyrone “Crazy Boy” Smith
Referee: Charles Lim

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 flicker and fade out as the pulsating beats of Dope Star Inc's "10000 Watts of Artificial Pleasure" pops on the PA system. Smoke fills the arena as a figure stands in the middle of it. All the sudden, Crazy Boy comes out of the smoke and pumps a fist in the air. He walks down the entryway and climbs the ropes of the ring. He bounces around the ropes a few times, pumps his fist in the air one last time and waits for the bell to ring.

Grimm looking ... well ... GRIM.

Crazy Boy, oddly enough, looking less Crazy and more determined.

DING DING DING!

And CRAZY BOY IS OFF! Right from the get-go, Crazy Boy is all up in Grimm's everything. Feet and fists flying, the Hangtown Horror is taken aback. His path of destruction cut off by one CRAZY individual! Grimm backed into the corner, Crazy Boy lets loose the past few weeks of frustration on one Phinehas Grimm. And for what it's worth? Grimm seems to actually be GOADING Crazy Boy into doing in.

By not doing ANYTHING.

Crazy Boy knows that Grimm is a force to be reckoned with, and to let up on the assault is to invite certain destruction. An Irish Whip, and Grimm is hurtled with surprising force to the opposite corner ... Crazy Boy hot on his heels to follow up with a huge avalanche splash. Crazy Boy going for the whip again, he reverses in the center of the ring and throws Grimm chest first into the corner. Catching Grimm from behind with a falling neckbreaker.

A quick two count and Crazy Boy is firmly in control. Picking Grimm up off the mat, Grimm catches Crazy Boy with a headbutt as he's moving to his feet. Crazy Boy's crazy offense held in check for the moment, Grimm takes the opportunity to shake the cobwebs away and get his head back in the game. He might have, for a moment, under-estimated the passion and drive of Tyrone Smith. No longer.

Crazy Boy attempting to regain the momentum, Grimm is waiting. Perhaps the three most terrifying words to be cobbled together. GRIMM IS WAITING. Crazy Boy turns directly into a well-timed Grimm sprinting lariat. Crazy Boy laid flat onto the mat, Grimm doesn't even go for the cover. He simply waits ... patiently ... for Crazy Boy to reach his feet before leveling him with ANOTHER sprinting lariat. It's getting painful to watch. Like a predator stalking his prey, Grimm hoists Smith and plants him with a Samoan Drop.

1.

2.

Grimm pulls Crazy Boy's head off the mat, just in case Smith were thinking about bowing out early tonight. Grimm is willing to make this an ALL NIGHT affair. ESPECIALLY with Grimm's last match not going as ... swimmingly ... as he had planned.

Dragging Crazy Boy to his feet, Grimm fights off any attempts at a Crazy Boy turnaround and literally wraps his hands around Crazy Boy's throat, driving him back into the nearest turnbuckle. Choking the life out of Crazy Boy, the referee begins the five count ... which Grimm WISELY breaks off at four and three-quarters.

Grimm is playing for keeps here tonight.

Grimm moving back in, Crazy Boy comes out of NOWHERE and SLAPS the taste out of Grimm's mouth. The defiance well observed, Grimm actually staggers back and Crazy Boy rushes him with a spear to the ribs at a crazy looking angle. Enough to know that such a takedown wasn't prepared for by Grimm. Grimm landing awkwardly in response, Crazy Boy begins to drag Grimm to his feet ... to which Grimm responds with a side-headlock.

Wrenching the hold in tightly, Grimm floats around the side to Crazy Boy's back ... lifting him up and drilling him with a back body drop. A float over for a pinfall attempt.

1.

2 ...

... Crazy Boy throws a shoulder up at two and breaks the pin attempt. The crowd cheers for Smith's intestinal fortitude ... but also cheering for Grimm's brutality. It's a very odd thing to hear. As Grimm drags Crazy Boy to his feet, Crazy Boy throws a punch here and there. Grimm, however, exerts his dominance and drops Smith to his knees again with another well-placed and perfectly executed headbutt.

As Grimm goes to pick Crazy Boy up, a desperation move and Grimm is staggering back ... the victim of a hard jawbreaker. Grimm staggering, Crazy Boy hops off the second rope with a rebound ... dropping Grimm with a missile dropkick.

Crazy Boy pounding the mat and getting the adrenaline pumping. He can feel the crowd behind him and he just ...

He ABSOLUTELY SNAPS.

Crazy Boy goes ...CRAZY, boy.

Rolling out of the ring, Crazy Boy snatches up a steel chair and slides back into the ring with it. He's tired of the tales, tired of hearing about the unstoppable Grimm. Pounding the mat with the chair, Grimm stands to meet ... nothing. Except Crazy Boy arguing with the ref over the stolen chair.

Grimm sneaking upon Crazy Boy's back, he leans back and ... SWORD OF HEIMDALL! Planted dead at the back of Crazy Boy's head. Dropping in excruciating agony, Grimm hops onto the turnbuckle and dives off at the kneeling Smith ... hooking the head and twisting in mid-air ... planting Smith with THE HARVEST!

The referee tossing the chair to the corner, he is in perfect position to count the pinfall attempt.

1.

2.

... 3!

DING DING DING!

Winner: Grimm via pinfall

The match is over but Grimm ... isn't leaving. Instead, he's eyeballing the steel chair that was nearly introduced into the proceedings. With the speed of a cobra, Grimm has the chair in hand in a flash. Looking down at the slowly stirring Crazy Boy, Grimm's chair meets Crazy Boy's face and lays him out once more. Blood pouring from the head of Crazy Boy, Grimm takes the blood-splattered chair and ... wraps it around Crazy Boy's ankle.

Ascending to the second turnbuckle ... Grimm takes careful aim and jumps with all the force available to him, landing with both feet on the steel trap. The sickening crunch ... the outpouring of agony and pain.

Snap.

Crackle.

Pop.

Referees and officials rush the ring, separating Grimm from his fallen prey before he can do more damage ... the feed cutting away quickly as medics attend Tyrone Smith.

The camera cuts quickly to the front row where the rapper Macklemore and his producer, Ryan Lewis, are seemingly enjoying their evening ... no doubt discussing what has just transpired in the ring between Grimm and Tyrone Smith. As they realize the cameras are on them, they begin to ham it up ... to show off ... for the crowd in attendance and the viewers at home.

They get a massive cheer when it's announced that their collaboration, 'Ceiling Can't Hold Us', will be the theme song for Living a Legacy V! The song begins to play for the audience briefly before the next match is slated to begin.

THE EXAMPLE!!!

“The System” by Black Pacific begins to blare over the P.A. system and the lights go dark, and a number of spotlights shine on the entrance way. From behind the curtain walk “Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght with the PCW World Title draped over his letterman jacket, “The Asshole” Whitey Ford with the International Title, Skylar Marshall and Justin Kaard; who seems a bit more comfortable with the team this week. All four men are greeted by a wall of boos from the Purse Class Faithful. They seem comfortable with their hatred and quickly make it to the ring.

Marshall pulls out a microphone and hands it over to Showtime who first smiles at the crowd, causing more ferocious boos as he lifts the amplifier to his lips.

Michael Wryght: Please, please you are embarrassing me. I know you love me but we have so much time and so little to do …wait strike that and reverse it.

Showtime can’t help but look pleased with himself when toying with the fans. Still in his mind he became the villain of PCW because the fans demanded it.

Michael Wryght: Now last Trauma we all tried to be the bigger men. We tried to restrain someone before he put himself into a situation where he would hurt himself. There was an intangible that we didn’t factor in and said man still managed to really step into it. Now we have to come out here and clear up dirty slander as well as show everyone that their actions have harsh consequences. He was eager to come out for his last invitation, so let’s see if he will as eager this time around. Stormmy, if you would please grace us with you presence.

“Crash” by Decyfer Down begins to play, immediately this time, and there is some motion behind the curtains. Leading the way are the Flying Freebooters, one pulling each arm of an unconscious Justin “Stormm” Michaels, with his feet dragging behind. They get him to the ring and roll him under the bottom rope where Showtime and Ford pull him over to the far corner. Wasp breaks out two sets of handcuffs and proceeds to cuff Michaels around the turnbuckle, limiting his ability to move around the ring.

Michael Wryght: Look at him, always eager to grace us with his stellar personality. Must be the reason the fans love you some much now. But it is a bit rude to be sleeping when you are the guest of honor. Would someone please help awaken Mr. Michaels?

Once again it’s Wasp who jumps to the rescue with a bucket of water which was earlier placed next to the ring. He slides into the ring with the rest of his team and throws the bucket’s contents into Justin’s face. Abruptly he awakes and as he is roused he panics slightly at his consciousness, but composes himself well after the initial shock. He springs to his feet to charge Showtime, and only then does he realize that his wrists will not allow him to go anywhere.

Michael Wryght: Good morning Sunshine, I hope your escorts weren’t too rough on you. I know that the two of them were eager to see you, since you thought it prudent to sneak attack them at Mass Destruction and cause Wasp and me to look foolish last Trauma. I truly feel terrible about the way Wasp took the blunt of the punishment due to your actions, so I thought this would be a pleasant little “I’m Sorry” present.

Michaels doesn’t seem too interested in the words Showtime is spewing and is just jawing at him the whole time. Screaming profanities and threats directed in all directions. For someone that was just recently knocked out, he sure has a ton of fire.

Michael Wryght: I cannot believe you Justin, we invite you out here as an honored guest, but you continue to be rude while I’m addressing you. I think it would be prudent to your cause for you to shut your mouth and listen to the big boys. No? Well there is another way to teach manners.

Almost on cue High Tide lays a heavy shoulder into Justin’s midsection, and when his head is hanging Wasp gives him a cross boot to the face, dropping him to his knees.

Michael Wryght: Now isn’t that better?

Michaels is quick to get back to his feet and begins to bark again, but this time Showtime ignores it.

Michael Wryght: Now at Trauma 131 you spouted out a lot of false information to the impressionable PCW fans. I personally don’t appreciate you blatantly lying to them, and as their Champion I feel that it is my duty to set the record straight. First of all Skylar was still in the employment of Havoc Entertainment when I called him to sell my shares of PCW. I remember distinctly that when I called him the first time he couldn’t speak long because he was burning the midnight oil on your accord. Sure, I guess there is the possibility that you fired him after he agreed to buy my shares, but I find that highly unlikely. It sounds to me that you made the whole thing up because you were hurt that he chose joining me here rather than staying with you. By the looks of your drab attire, it doesn’t look like business is going so well.

The comment on Stormm’s new look only enrages him further and he tries to go on the assault again, but only to have Whitey cut him off by grabbing his head and snapping it down. The cuffs cause his head to ricochet backwards and smack down on the top turn buckle. Stormm may be seeing stars but he’ll be damned if he let it be noticed.

Michael Wryght: Look Stormm, anytime you want this to stop just let me know, we can end it. You can end your tenure here at PCW and we can go on our merry ways. No one here wants you, for someone coming out as a so called “hero” you don’t seem to have many friends. Actually you don’t seem to have any. I know for a fact that there are tons of guys back there that hate us and would save pretty much anyone, except you. I’m sure that they just love the beat down you are receiving. The reception that these fine people in the audience tonight are “giving” you isn’t praise for you it’s to continue to cheer for me. They wanted the villain and you are only getting the residual from that. No one is coming to your aid Justin, just go home. Well, what do we have here, I guess I stand corrected.

Showtime motions to the ramp way showing Stormm there is one person in the back that gives a damn about him; Lindsey Michaels. Showtime can see the twinge of fear in Justin’s eyes at the realization that his wife is about to be surrounded by six of the meanest men in PCW. Justin gets his face as close to Showtime’s as he can, and you can read his lips say “Don’t you dare.” Of course before he can finish the statement it is Showtime this time that lashes out with a fierce spinning European uppercut that lifts Stormm off the ground. Lindsey makes it into the ring and launches herself at Showtime. He easily swats her away into the arms of Skylar Marshall, whose six feet six inch frame damn near engulfs her. He wraps her arms around her and her chances to get away drop to zero.

Michael Wryght: Come on Justin, you really think that we would waste our time beating on a female when it is so much more fun to beat on you? I give you my word as a gentleman that we aren’t going to hurt her, but if she decides to act up too much I’m going to ask Mr. Marshall to hand her over to Whitey; and Whitey can get a bit ... HANDSEY.

Michaels looks over at Ford to see him give the international symbol for “Honka-Honka” then balls up his fist to rock Stormm with a vicious right hand, dropping him to his knees. Resilient as he’s been, Stormm is quick to return to his feet as Lindsey begs him to stay down. Her pleading only makes things worse as the Flying Freebooters takes turns with alternating knees to the midsection. Showtime motions to Kaard to see if he would like to get some licks in, but Kaard just shakes his head in a subtle decline.

Michael Wryght: Are you feeling alright Justin? You can end all of this if you like. Just listen to your beautiful wife here and stay down. That’s where you’re going to end anyways; shouldn’t it be on your own accord? I know it will seem like you are quitting, but that’s not the case. Actually that would be exactly the case.

Showtime stops addressing Stormm as much while his team keeps the punishment going, but each time he is knocked down he struggles back to his feet; at the chagrin of his wife.

Michael Wryght: Obviously I have saved the best for last. Those harsh words that were said about everyone’s favorite World Champion were just blasphemous. How could you ever compare what I am doing now to the embarrassment that you were when you were champion? You sold yourself to Marshall for a chance at the title. You became nothing more than a puppet that would jump at any command of Skylar. On the other hand I invited him here to help Pure Class Wrestling return to its former glory when people like Lantlas and Phinehas were considered champions, not the vile that you brought here. In turn, the two of us became partners with a common goal. We came here to give the people what they want; a better product. A task that we have done nothing but succeeded at. Another key difference is that when Skylar put his faith in me to make sure that we capture the World Title, I came through. Rather when he did the same to you, you made it so that he was ousted from the place he loves and let that Baboon Walker take the reins; reins that almost drove us into the ground. Well done.

Without hesitation Showtime slips back and rocks Stormm in the face with a perfectly placed shuffle back kick. One that splits Stormm’s lip right open and blood begins to seep down his chin. Stormm does everything he can to return to his feet and hang onto consciousness. Showtime’s jovial demeanor changes into a sneer of true hatred.

Michael Wryght: So don’t you dare compare the two of us. You see this?

Showtime holds up the World Title right next to his own face.

Michael Wryght: This is just another reason why I will always be better then you Justin, and even without Marshall’s Law, someone would have come out here to try and save me. You make me sick and you should go and crawl back under the rock you came from. Like I said, no one wants you here…no one.

Stormm takes this opportunity to hock a blood infused loogie on the World Title, an act that enrages Showtime. Showtime smashed the title across Justin’s face and he goes out cold. The former World Champion is left there hanging from his wrist, dripping blood all over the canvas below.

Michael Wryght: No respect. That is twice now that someone has spat blood all over my title.

He then leads the way out of the ring, but only after he wipes his belt off on the downed Michaels. Marshall’s Law follows with Skylar holding up the rear. He has a sense of true bliss on his face as he lets Lindsey Michaels out of his clutches. She races to his side, first trying to wake him up and next fruitlessly trying to pull the cuff off the ropes. She waves for help as she sees Marshal walking backwards up the ramp-way, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. Paramedics with a set of bolt cutters come to the rescue as we go to a commercial.

MATCH TWO
Icemann Invitational Round One
JoDee Burns vs. “Dollface” Kelli Starr
Referee: Melina Cruz

As the rapid harpsichord music of "Syringe" by Emilie Autumn sounds over the PCW loudspeakers, all the arena lights go out save for delicately strobing green lights at the stage area. Increasing in tempo with the music, they light up a single female figure standing at the top of the ramp. With the heavy pulse of the bass kicking in, multicolored lights begin to flicker and strobe in a rainbow of chaos as Kelli Starr makes her energetic way to the ring. She slips under the bottom rope into the ring as the frenetic rave-like lighting continues, dancing in the ring as she waits for her opponent.

She doesn’t have to wait long as the lights in the building dim as red flashes upon the stage area, JoDee Burns coming out to the sound of "You Wouldn't Know" by Hellyeah. JoDee pauses and throws up the devil horns, headbanging slightly before walking down the ramp with arms outstretched and fingers waving as if to coax all the attention onto herself.

A smug and somewhat arrogant grin forms on her face as she stops at the bottom of the ramp and looks to both sides, nodding as if she can hear and agree with the love and respect she feels she's shown even if fans closest to her are booing as loudly as they can. Which they are. JoDee steps forwards and climbs onto the apron, kneeling on one knee and gently wiggling her hips as if teasing those who do think she's hot before pushing herself up and twisting between the ropes, landing inside the ring on one knee and beginning to windmill her head to the heavy music blasting throughout the building, her hair swinging around in circles before she stops and raises the horns once more ... turning her attention to her opponent for the night.

The two are sizing each other up ...

DING DING!

And the bell rings!

Instead of going all-in straight away, the two begin circling. Scrutinizing. Calculating. And then, a collar-and-elbow tie up. The two jockey for position, neither woman giving an inch. Starr’s height and weight advantage serving her well here, she forces JoDee to the ropes and ... instead of taking the referee’s break, JoDee drops and both women go tumbling out onto the floor. Which serves the same purpose, the lock is broken and both women are separated once again. JoDee the first to her feet and back in, Starr isn’t far behind.

The two face to face again, staring daggers straight through each other ... JoDee lands a boot to the gut, doubling Kelli over and following up with a vicious punch to the side of the head. Grabbing Kelli by the hair, she begins to lead her into the turnbuckles ... which Kelli reverses. At the final moment, JoDee gets a boot up in the corner and stops the momentum. A back elbow and Kelli is unable to hold onto her opponent. Throwing Kelli back first into the corner, she throws a forearm up and grinds it into Starr’s face.

Breaking at the five count, she rears back and lets fly a knife edged chop ... to which the crowd responds with a raucous ‘WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!’ Kelli moving out of the corner, Burns catches her by the wrist and Irish whips her across the ring. Ducking down, perhaps to execute a back body drop, Kelli stops and catches her with a rather LOUD kick to the chest ... followed by an arm wringer. Hooking the near leg with her own, a Russian leg sweep drops JoDee to the mat and a float over pin attempt.

A quick two count and Kelli is back up. JoDee recovering as quickly as she can manage, Kelli is caught with a rake of the eyes as she attempts to drag Burns to her feet. JoDee following Kelli back to the ropes, Kelli snaps to attention and grabs Burns by the hair ... throwing her up and OVER the top rope down to the floor below. Kelli rushes at the ropes far opposite, she halts all momentum as JoDee sidesteps to the left ... pointing at her head and exalting her massive intelligence. Kelli reaches through the ropes to grab Burns by the hair. A struggle ensues and Burns frees herself by nailing several well-placed shots to the face.

Kelli stumbling back in, Burns follows and picks Kelli up by the hair ... physically WOMAN-handling her and throwing her back to the mat. Mounted position and JoDee is on top, raining down blows. Punch after punch. The referee begins the count. Kelli manages to grab the ropes and drag herself just slightly outside onto the apron, creating some distance as the referee pulls JoDee off of Starr. Kelli coming back in after being granted a reprieve by the ref, Burns is back on the attack ... grabbing two handfuls of hair and slamming her face-first into the top turnbuckle.

Slipping behind Kelli, she nimbly hops to the top turnbuckle and ... having a seat in the process, wraps her arms around Kelli’s neck in a hangman’s choke type maneuver. Kelli clawing and fighting for all she’s worth ... she manages to straighten up and lift Burns OFF the turnbuckle. Now carrying the woman’s weight on her back, Kelli moves out from the turnbuckle and takes a semi-running start before dumping herself backwards ... and RIGHT onto JoDee Burns. Not even BOTHERING with a cover, Starr pulls Burns to her feet and moves behind her ...

... locking in a SLEEPERHOLD. Standard move, you might be thinking. However, Kelli has gotten tired of Burns’ impudence and is wrenching and slinging and trying to choke the ever-loving out of JoDee Burns. The ref is right on top of the action and, while brutal looking, the hold is not a TECHNICAL choke. Though it could very well turn that way should Kelli forget where she is. The underground MMA fighter blackballed from the sport for unnecessary brutality.

JoDee manages to build up enough steam to force Kelli back into the turnbuckle, breaking the hold after a few sandwichings. JoDee moving away to catch a quick breath, she wades back in and throws the heavy leather again. A kick to the gut on the rising Starr (get it? Rising ... STARR?!), followed by a sudden snapmare and Starr is reeling. Burns sliding up behind Starr and locking in a seated full nelson, she wrenches the shoulders and pushes down on the neck ... making the hold more and more excruciating.

Kelli battling to her knees, it’s only a matter of time before Kelli has powered her way out of the hold. An elbow or two, followed by a stiff punch to the mouth for good measure ... and Kelli is back in the game as she Irish whips JoDee into the far corner. JoDee hopping up and grabbing Kelli’s neck with her ankles, Kelli lets JoDee swing around ... adding momentum before depositing JoDee stomach first on the top rope. The woman hung out to dry unceremoniously, Kelli shows her ring awareness ... she’s hopping up and down ... gearing up for something ... JoDee slithering from the top rope ...

... BAM!

A spinning backfist ... a VICIOUS and MERCILESS spinning backfist to the the seemingly always running and vulgar mouth of JoDee Burns. She won’t be doing much talking after THAT one. Her bell rung, Kelli follows up with a cover ...

1 ...

2 ...

... 3!

Winner: ‘Dollface’ Kelli Starr

[Murdoc]

“Back in Black” by AC/DC begins to blare throughout the P.C. Arena and from behind the entrance curtain steps PCW Minority Owner Skylar Marshall.

Jerry Andrews: The boss is making his way out here, but he’s not alone!

Jerry Andrews is 100% correct in his assessment, but it isn’t any member of Marshall’s Law that is accompanying Skylar from backstage. The man joining Skylar Marshall is bald with flames tattooed on his skull and looks to be over six feet tall and close to or over three-hundred pounds. He wears a cut-off T-Shirt and blue jeans. Periodically he grimaces at the crowd, showing a mouth that has a few teeth missing from it.

Al Laiman: Who is that man?

Jerry Andrews: No clue, Al. I’m sure Skylar is going to let us know though!

Outside the ring, Skylar has the large man retrieve a microphone from Mark Long and then Skylar and the large man then enter the ring. As they do, “Black in Black” fades out and Skylar Marshall begins to speak- much to the disapproval of the PCW Faithful.

Skylar Marshall: I don’t know why you all boo me. I’m only trying to bring you the best wrestling show possible. Already we’ve had two great match-ups that moved us closer to determining the new Icemann Invitational Tournament winner. And later on tonight, we’ll see a few others, like Wasp, continue their plights to tournament glory. I scheduled a wonderful Genesis Title Match, and I also scheduled the World Champion “Mr. Showtime” to team with the #1 contender and High Tide to square off against The New Bread…

Jerry Andrews: I think he means, ‘Breed.’

Skylar Marshall: …and Areas. It’s going to be a wonderful night of action. So why you people boo me…it just confuses me sometimes. But, fortunately for me, I don’t care whether you like me or not…I’m only doing things that will benefit this company. Something Stormm didn’t realize when I was working over at Havoc Entertainment.

The fans cheer at the mention of Justin Michaels.

Skylar Marshall: I feel sorry for Stormm, actually. His need to always feel validated…his need to always be in the spotlight…it’s really going to be his downfall. When Havoc Entertainment closes its doors, he’ll find a way to blame everyone but himself. When Wasp knocks him out of the tournament, he’ll find a way to spin it. That’s just the kind of guy Justin is. The need for him to be ‘right’ all the time, even when he isn’t…that’s his biggest problem.

Jerry Andrews: Skylar saying this about Stomm reminds me of that old adage about a pot calling a kettle black.

Al Laiman: Be careful what you say, Jerry. You never know what Skylar would do if he heard you say that.

Jerry Andrews: I’m paid to speak, Al. I have to do my job.

Al Laiman: Understandable.

Skylar Marshall: What’s another issue of Stormm’s you may say? Jealousy. Jealousy of Marshall’s Law being the most powerful force in PCW history, while anytime Stormm joins with others he fails miserably. How’s Loco and Willard, Stormmy; Johnny V?

Jerry Andrews: Just for the record, Loco and Jason Willard are arguably the greatest tag team that PCW has ever produced. And Johnny V, despite his battles with alcoholism, was arguably one of the most popular competitors in Pure Class Wrestling during his stints.

Al Laiman: But Skylar’s point is, when they teamed with Stormm, they were all failures.

Skylar Marshall: Jealousy of my business acumen. Jealousy of Showtime being a far greater champion than Stormm. Looking at it now, I actually regret ever helping Stormm get his PCW World Championship. I’m sure it did nothing but further inflate his ego. But, I didn’t come out here to ramble about Stormm or to pander to you fans in attendance.

More boos from the Faithful.

Skylar Marshall: No, I came out here to introduce you to the newest Pure Class Arena Security family. I was made aware that after we had Stormm escorted from the arena at Trauma 131, it was a certain member of our security team that allowed Stormm to re-enter the arena, which resulted in his attack on Wasp during his and Showtime’s contest against the Old Beard. That man was…Dave Brandt.

And the Faithful cheer.

Skylar Marshall: So, I did what needed to be done, and made sure “Big” Dave found his walking papers. Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce you to “Double D” Domino D’Angelo…your NEW Head of Arena Security.

And just like that, the cheers instantly return to boos.

Skylar Marshall: “Double D” will be firm and ensure that all standards of arena security are being run at maximum efficiency. I just wanted to bring him out here and explain why we will no longer be seeing “Big” Dave around these parts. You all enjoy the rest of the show.

And with that, “Back in Black” begins again and Skylar and Domino D’Angelo begin to leave the ring.

MATCH THREE
Icemann Invitational Round One
Rick Majors vs. Pegasus
Referee: Roberto Garcia

“All I Need” by Hymns of Eden blasts over the PA system but is quickly drowned out as the enthusiastic crowd welcomes back Pegasus. The winged wonder makes his way to the ring, slapping hands and hugging babies as he goes. He slides underneath the ropes and makes his way to the turnbuckle, thrusting his fist in the air triumphantly. As the music begins to die down he perches on the turnbuckle to wait for his opponent.

“Demons” by Sleigh Bells hits next and the crowd cheers, albeit less enthusiastically, for Rick Majors. Majors takes the ramp actually looking more beat up then after his match last week. Two weeks between shows only gave the bruises more time to be visible. Walking with a noticeable limp, Majors takes a bit longer than normal to get to the ring; but once he’s to the steps all hesitation seems to vanish as he enters the ring and begins to circle and stretch.

The referee calls for the bell and the two men go into a collar and elbow tie up. It’s broken up quickly as Majors whips Pegasus across the ring. Pegs hits the middle rope and comes up sprinting, ducking a clothesline from Majors and bouncing off the opposite ropes before taking Majors down with a quick dropkick to the back of the knee. Pegasus rolls through the motion and is back to his feet and off running as Majors gets back to his knees. He’s off the ropes again and leaps at Majors. The older man’s face is driven into the mat as Pegasus executes a picture perfect satellite hurricanrana. He scrambles back and goes for the first pin of the match.

1…

2

Majors kicks out at two.

Pegasus reaches down to lift the fallen man to his feet but is instead rocked by a series of quick blows the sternum. Majors lands one, two, three quick punches that has Pegasus reeling and Majors is back to his feet. He follows the quick blows with even quicker knee the gut and all but throws Pegasus into the corner. Majors charges in with a running clothesline but the speedy Pegasus ducks under it as Majors’ momentum sends him chest first into the turnbuckle. Pegasus goes for another pinfall, this time a quick roll up.

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Not even a two count this time as Majors kicks out.

Pegasus pulls him back up and delivers two quick kicks to the leg, knotting up the thigh muscles of Majors. A third kick has Majors hobbling and Pegasus is quick to take advantage with a quick snapmare take down. A few quick stomps to the knee and Pegasus grabs Majors by the legs, attempting to turn him over into Tribulation. Majors fights back, twisting on the mat and trying to avoid the turn. He can only fight so long though as Pegasus finally turns him over in the middle of the ring.

The referee is instantly down and asking Majors if he wants to submit. Majors is adamant in his refusal and starts to pull himself towards the ropes. The ropes are nearly in reach as Majors reaches out for them only to be dragged away right at the end. Pegasus has the move cinched in tight in the middle of the ring and Majors is beginning to fade.

The referee again asks him if he wants to submit but does not get an answer. Instead Majors pushes himself up on his hands and begins to twist and writhe, trying to shake free. Pegasus struggles to hold on but Majors has found his second wind. With what can only be classified as a roar he gives one last twist and it’s enough to not only break free but throw Pegasus into the corner as well.

Both men are slow to their feet but unsurprisingly it’s Pegasus who is up first. Seeing the opportunity he charges at Majors again, going for a stiff clothesline. But Majors catches him in a stunning reversal! He slips under the clothesline and catches the arm, turning Pegasus and driving him down with Tainted Excellence.

Both men are down again and the referee begins his count.

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Majors drapes an arm over the limp form of Pegasus. The ref slides in to make the count.

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Pegasus kicks out just before the three count and the arena erupts with cheers for both men. Both men slowly get to their feet and start teeing off on each other. They trade blow after blow after blow until finally Pegasus regains the upper hand on the already injured Majors. Pegasus hits a quick DDT and starts to look towards the top rope. Turning towards the turnbuckle he thrusts his fist into the air before leaping nimbly to the top rope. But he’s given Majors too much time to recover as Majors hits the ropes, knocking the winged horse from his perch.

Majors pulls the fallen Pegasus up and whips him into the ropes, only to have Pegasus reverse it. Majors rebounds from the ropes and runs right into the Guiding Lights. The crowd eats it up as they know what’s coming next. With Majors down and out on the mat, Pegasus again ascends to the top rope. He looks around the arena and throws his arm into the air again. The audience cheers and time seems to stop as he dives off in a picture perfect Leap of Faith.

Pegasus hits Majors with so much momentum that he actually bounces off. Holding his stomach in pain, Pegasus scrambles back and lays back into Majors, hooking the legs as he does so.

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Majors rolls backwards, taking Pegasus with him! Pegs’ shoulders are on the ground and the Ref is forced to restart his count.

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Pegasus leaps up less than a split second after the final count but the bell is already ringing. He looks around confused and more than a little abashed as Rick Majors rolls out of the ring and makes his way up the ramp with his arms raised in victory.

Winner: Rick Majors via Pinfall

MATCH FOUR
Non-Title Singles Match
“THE Asshole” Whitey Ford (INT ©) vs. Tyler Scott
Referee: Manny Cruz

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

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 Tyler Scott to a mixture of cheers and jeers. Having appeared wearing a red and black leather biker jacket, he soon gives it up, sliding off and flinging it to the side of the entrance ramp.

Now, making his way to the ring, from London, England. He is the British Lion...Tyler Scott!!!

He heads to the ring, staying his usual focused self. He climbs into the ring and walks to the center where he stares intensely into the crowd. He mouths a few obscenities, possibly as provocation to the crowd, possibly as encouragement to himself, before beginning his few warm up moves, awaiting the start of the upcoming contest.

Critical Acclaim starts to play, and the lights dim down to darkness, except for the stage. The PCWtron plays clips of Ford hitting his finishers or any other high impact moves. Once the heavy guitars kick in, Whitey walks out onto the stage with his arms held open, soaking in the crowd reaction with an arrogant smile. He doesn't waste much time on the stage and continues down the ramp, not afraid to mouth off to the fans if they get too vocal along the way.

Johnny Veigns makes his way out behind Ford, making sure he's not in the spotlight but close enough to intervene if anything happens that isn't supposed to. Fortunately, nothing happens and the match is underway as soon as Whitey hits the ring.

DING DING DING!

Whitey and Tyler lock up, Scott quickly slipping around to the back. Whitey in a bad spot, he kicks a leg back and trips Scott ... dropping him to the mat and breaking the hold. No damage, but Whitey is letting Scott and the crowd at home that he can hang with the best of them. The two lock up again, Scott dropping Whitey with a drop toe hold and following up with a side headlock. Whitey rolls out and manages to catch an arm, wrenching it behind Scott in a hammerlock. A knee to the trapped arm, Scott forces his way to his feet and ... after a few moments of struggle ... manages to push his way out and catch Whitey with an arm wringer of his own.

A reversal yet AGAIN, followed by a Northern Lights suplex type throw that leaves Scott on the mat and Whitey just WAITING for him to get to his feet. A quick tie up, followed by a side headlock. Scott pushes Whitey off into the ropes ... is leapfrogged over ... forced to jump over a prone Tyler Scott. Two rebounds in, Whitey throws a kick to the gut to stop the momentum ... only to get caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Tyler spinning the Asshole around, Whitey comes back around the horn with a beautiful discus clothesline that leaves Tyler Scott flat on his back.

A quick pinfall attempt ... !

Only a one count as Scott gets the shoulder up. Whitey hopping to his feet, he waits for Scott to rise before throwing a HIIIIIGH kick to the head, dropping Scott to one knee yet again. Two kicks to the chest from Whitey, the third one failing to connect as Scott catches it and ... spinning Whitey around, snares him and hoists him up and over into a back body drop. Gathering Whitey as he rises from the mat, he hooks the arm and ... SNAP suplex! The ring shakes with the force of the move and Scott is quick to capitalize with a pinfall attempt.

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... Whitey grabs the bottom rope, breaking the pinfall attempt. As Scott climbs off of Whitey, Whitey wisely pulls himself from the ring to the floor on the outside. Giving himself precious seconds to recover, Scott waits for Whitey. He sure as hell isn’t going to ruin the chance to make a name for himself here in PCW by having Whitey weasel his way into a disqualification or some such twaddle.

As Whitey crawls back into the ring after a short respite, the referee makes sure to have Scott back away and Whitey makes it to his feet. A dash across the ring and Scott connects with a flying cross body block that sends both men up and over to the outside. Just the chance to do some added fall damage, Scott wisely picks Whitey up by the hair and forces him back into the ring. A punch from the apron ... two punches ... Whitey blocks the third and fires back with one of his own. A second. A THIRD. Scott dazed on the apron, Whitey sprints across the ring ... bounces off the ropes and baseball slides at Scott’s feet. Scott forced back ... his feet no longer having room on the apron, he has nowhere left to go but down.

Down chin first onto the apron. Staggering briefly, he’s met by a flying Whitey Ford who has executed a nearly perfect plancha to the outside. Nearly perfect, except for the landing. Not the greatest landing, but Tyler Scott came up with the shorter end of the stick ... so all is well. Whitey now shoving Tyler Scott back into the ring, he ascends to the top turnbuckle and meets a tenacious Tyler Scott with a missile dropkick that leaves both men laying.

Quick cover ... leg hooked ...

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... a kick out. Tyler Scott will not be put away that quickly. Upon rising, he’s met with a clubbing forearm to the back and is hoisted up into a tombstone position from Whitey. The British Lion struggling mightily, he forces his weight back and reverses the move ... now holding WHITEY upside down. He drills him with the inverted spike piledriver and floats over into a pinfall attempt.

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... no! Whitey kicks out at the last moment. Pulling Whitey back to the mat by the hair, he goes for a second pin attempt. Same result, a two count and a kickout. A THIRD time ... still same result. It’s obvious that Tyler Scott felt the piledriver connected perfectly enough to give him the three count. The referee’s call, however, would seem to argue otherwise. Picking Whitey up by the hair, he forces him back into the corner and Irish Whips him across the ring. Whitey up and over a rushing Tyler Scott, he latches onto Tyler’s waist and forces him backwards with a bridged German suplex.

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... no! Kickout by Tyler Scott. Some great back and forth action here from two of PCW’s brightest stars. An abrupt DDT and Tyler is laid out in the middle of the ring. Whitey hitting the ropes, rebounding into the air with a diving plancha ... he misses and manages at the last minute to roll through to avoid the impact. As soon as he stands, Scott is there to attempt a German suplex of his own. Whitey dropping to a seated position, he escapes the hold and is rolled back by Scott to his feet again. Irish Whip attempt into a short arm clothesline ... Whitey ducks and goes for one of his own.

THIS one connects.

Picking the determined Brit up, he throws several shots to the jaw. But here comes Tyler Scott, responding with punches of his own. It’s descending into a good old-fashioned slugfest. The technical chain wrestling is out the window as Scott begins to get the upper hand ... but Whitey is still in the mix. The referee reaches in to stop the closed hand punches ... but Whitey shoves the referee back. Tyler throwing the leather and getting the upper hand thanks to the sudden distraction ... the ref moves in to set Tyler off of Whitey ... and is met with yet ANOTHER shove.

Well well well.

The referee looking between the two men, he shakes his head and moves to the ropes ... signalling to the timekeeper.

DING DING DING!

The referee has ruled this match a DOUBLE DISQUALIFICATION!

As Tyler Scott and Whitey Ford rip into each other for what seems to be an eternity, the referee finally manages to get PCW officials and security down to the ring to break up the fracas. Boy, these officials and security are WORKING for their pay here tonight aren’t they? Between this match and the opening contest, there’s not a dull moment to be had!

MATCH FIVE
Icemann Invitational Round One
Justin “Stormm” Michaels vs. Wasp
Referee: Eddie Lane

The boos start as Wasp heads to the ring. The lights flickering on and off. He walks tall and quickly and motions for the fans to get even louder, even though they are booing. He hops over the ropes and goes straight to a corner and climbs the turnbuckle and gives the fans the finger, as the booing has usually reached a deafening level.arena lights dim down to a gentle glow.

"Crash" by Decyfer Down hits and ... Justin Michaels is nowhere to be seen. The crowd boos, knowing what they saw earlier tonight and how unlikely it is that Stormm would even be in the building still. The referee lets the song play and with no Stormm in sight ... has no choice but to begin the standard ten count.

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Wasp is looking mighty pleased, standing tall in the middle of the ring.

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That’s when 'Crash’ by Decyfer Down plays again. The curtain mutters a bit ... and out comes Stormm! Justin “Stormm” Michaels enters through the orange fog heading for the ring. But will he make it in time?!

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Stormm hits the ring and the second he is in, the beating Stormm received earlier is READILY apparent as Wasp is on him ... taking full advantage of Stormm's time out of the ring. He locks up with the veteran who seems to be taken by surprise and finds himself on the wrong end of a DDT. Wasp goes for an early pin, looking to put the match away early but Stormm has a shoulder up before Eddie Lane can even make a full one count.

Wasp stays on him though, pulling Stormm to his feet and delivering a series of chops right to the man's chest. However the repeated move is predictable and Stormm manages to duck fully under one, and close the distance between the two. He wraps his arms around Wasp and sends him hard to the mat with a belly to belly suplex. Stormm rises and lays a few boots into the sternum of his opponent for good measure, but the determined Wasp catches him on this and stops one of the stomps, grabbing Stormm's ankle and pulling him down to the mat. Quick as his namesake, Wasp locks in an ankle lock.

Stormm is obviously in pain as he fights to break out of the hold, but Wasp has it locked in tight. Thirty seconds pass by, and then a minute before what looks to be an expression formed of a revelation hits his face. He starts to inch forward, the ropes not far from his grasp and Wasp, determined to make Stormm tap out, doesn't do anything to stop the momentum. Finally Stormm manages to grab a hold of the ropes and the referee calls for a rope break, which Wasp promptly ignores. Eddie Lane yells at Wasp, telling him to break the hold and begins counting to five. At four, Wasp releases the hold getting back to his feet while Stormm uses the ropes to brace himself, thankful for the break in action.

There is no break for Wasp though who sees his opportunity and climbs the nearest turnbuckle. As Stormm finally makes it to his feet, Wasp throws a salute to the wind and leaps off the turnbuckle catching Stormm with a devastating Stinger. He immediately goes into the pin and Eddie Lane drops to the mat to make the count.

1....2....thr...No! Stormm somehow manages to get get a shoulder up at the last second, frustrating the hell out of Wasp. Wasp turns to Eddie Lane and becomes visibily upset demanding an explanation, thinking he clearly had the win. The referee shakes his head insistently telling him that it was only two and he's not changing his mind.

Having had enough of Eddie Lane, Wasp turns around only to see Stormm is no longer laying on the mat. He has however bounced off the far rope and Wasp has no chance to avoid a clothesline that nearly takes his head off. Stormm hooks a leg and receives a two count for his efforts. He lifts the fallen insect off the mat but is taken by surprise as one of Wasp's hands shoot out grabbing him by the neck. As Wasp goes to lift Stormm into the air, Stormm throws an arm around the back of his opponent's neck and both end up hitting the mat hard. It is unclear who has taken to worst of the chokeslam, DDT combination.

Eddie Lane checks both wrestlers who lay on the mat, sore and tired. He has no choice but to begin a ten count. Stormm begins to rise to his feet first, with Wasp following about a second behind him. At seven, Stormm is on his feet and closes the distance between him and Wasp. He unleashes with a left, than a right, and Wasp returns the favour. The two men go back and forth with a combination of elbows, punches and kicks, but neither man wants to be the first to go down. As Wasp goes for another punch, Stormm steps behind him and wraps his left arm around Wasp's neck. He leans backwards, grabbing Wasp's tights with his free hand and lifting him up in the air. He falls backwards finishing the Hangcloud DDT.

Wasp is clutching at his neck and head when Stormm covers him for the pin. Eddie Lane, probably wishing he had invested in knee pads is down on the mat again for the count.

1...2...3..No! Wasp kicks out at the last second, with some last reserve of energy. Stormm however doesn't make the mistake as his opponent and instead of complaining to Eddie Lane, he pulls Wasp up to his feet and gets behind him. He applies a modified half nelson and as he locks in the Eye of the Stormm, the crowd begins to boo extremely loudly and he can't figure out why.

He receives his answer soon enough as three figures are barreling down the ramp. The one in the lead is the most obvious, decked out in pirate gear, it can be none other than High Tide. Behind him and equally as fast are Whitey Ford and Mr. Showtime, all of Marshall's Law present other than Justin Kaard. Tide is the first to make it in the ring and with no regard for his partner, he throws his body into the two wrestlers, sending all three down to the mat and forcing Stormm to break his hold on Wasp.

As Tide helps Wasp to his feet, steadying him more than Wasp is actually standing on his own two feet, Whitey and Mr. Showtime are on top of the vulnerable Stormm, stomping and kicking and doing whatever they can to damage the returning wrestler.

Eddie Lane has seen enough and rings for the bell to signal the end of the match, the rules having clearly been broken to the point of no return.

Winner: Justin Michaels via DQ

MATCH SIX
Non-Title Singles Match
Ace Anderson vs. “The Archangel” Gabriel Cross (N.A. ©)
Referee: Austin Shaw

As PCW's Faithful begin to buzz in anticipation for the match-up between their new North American Champion and a former NA Champ, Ace Anderson, they're caught off guard as neither man's entrance music hits the airwaves. Instead it's "Critical Acclaim" by Avenged Sevenfold, and Whitey Ford who emerges from behind the curtain accompanied, as always, by Johnny Veigns. The fans immediately shower a chorus of boos upon the International Champion, obviously not interested in his antics when they expect a good match. Whitey Ford, however, goes nowhere near the ring, and doesn't ask for a microphone. Well, not exactly. Instead he sits at the announce table next to Jerry Andrews and Al Laiman, dropping the International Championship unceremoniously on the floor beside his seat. Johnny Veigns stations himself next to his charge, standing arms crossed, as Whitey greets PCW's ringside announce team.

Whitey Ford: Hey, Jerry. Hey, Al.

Jerry Andrews: We weren't informed you'd be joining us to call this match, Whitey. But welcome to ringside.

Al Laiman: Right. I guess.

Whitey Ford: Oh, I don't expect much of a match but I'm here all the same. This is one I wanna see up close and, let's say, personally.

"Pain Redefined" by Disturbed interrupts Whitey Ford as Ace Anderson steps from behind the curtain to flickering lights and bursts of pyrotechnics. Where he would normally be paying attention to the crowd, it's clear he's staring beyond them, beyond the ring, and attempting to burn a hole through Whitey Ford from the top of the ramp using only his eyes.

Jerry Andrews: As Ace Anderson makes his way to the ring, it looks like he's set his sights on you, Whitey.

Whitey Ford: He can stare all he wants. He's probably jealous. Why? Because he's a loser. He doesn't have a single ally, and he only has one friend. He can't even win a match on his own. He had to get his buddy Benjamin Banks to come back just so he could get a win in singles competition. In case you forgot, he lost to Michael Wryght before Mass Destruction.

Al Laiman: And he defeated Justin Kaard, straight up, at the last show. Or did you forget?

Whitey Ford: Semantics, Al. Semantics.

As Ace Anderson reaches the ring he jumps up to the apron, takes his eyes off Ford to acknowledge the crowd, and then enters the ring.

Whitey Ford: Look at this guy. The saddest joke in Pure Class Wrestling. Hoping to be relevant. Praying somebody cares. A bonafide f*cking charity case.

Jerry Andrews: Whitey, you're not supposed to curse on air.

Whitey Ford: You expect the rules, let alone your warning, to stop me?

Al Laiman: Your boss is alright with you being out here, Whitey?

Whitey Ford: You both know this match was made better the second I stepped on stage.

As "Pain Redefined" fades, Ace Anderson holds the ropes and stares at Whitey Ford, who points, laughs, and generally mocks Ace with any gesture he can muster. While this goes on "Power" by Kanye West begins to play. As Gabriel Cross hits the stage he immediately sheds his black and silver coat, dropping it halfway up the ramp at a full sprint. He slides into the ring as Whitey Ford points past Ace at the charging Cross as if to say 'he's your opponent!'

Ace Anderson comes back to himself and his surroundings, turning to Gabriel Cross as referee Austin Shaw calls for the bell. With a quick half-turn Ace Anderson lunges toward Cross and the middle of the ring, but Cross anticipates and in a quick forward roll ducks the outstretched arms of Anderson, bounding to his feet and bouncing off the ropes. Ace turns once again, only to be met by a thigh-high dropkick that brings him to one knee. Cross hits the mat, pops up with cat-like grace, and connects with a spinning, sweeping kick to the jaw of Ace Anderson.

Anderson hits the mat and Cross turns to the crowd, shouting for them to 'give it up!' and cheer him on. The response is mixed, probably just the way he likes it, seeming perfect parts hatred and adoration. As Cross gloats Ace rolls to a corner holding his jaw, then hoists himself back to a knee using the ropes. He sizes up Cross, regains his feet, shakes the cobwebs, and moves to meet his opponent in the center of the ring and on solid ground.

As Ace begins to stalk, Cross tests the range afforded by both men, keeping crouched low while shooting in and out, just out of Anderson's reach. While Ace looks to grapple, Cross looks to stick and move, fully aware that things could go south quickly if the big man gets the ball rolling on his terms. Cross plants a couple of kicks, quick and stiff, to the outer left thigh of Ace Anderson who narrowly misses catching the second attempt. In a moment of inspiration Cross feints a third kick. As Anderson drops slightly, looking to counter, Cross capitalizes, filing in and wrapping his arms in a clinch around the head of Ace Anderson. Cross makes a lunging leap and connects with a knee square on Ace Anderson's chin!

Whitey Ford hit the hammer on the nail as Ace Anderson stumbles backward, hands on his face once more. Instead of gloating this time Cross charges, not wasting his chance. He plants his shoulder firm against Ace Anderson's midsection, pumps his legs forward and drops Ace Anderson flat on his back with a takedown. Where he would normally transition into a hold, instead he opts to plant a few closed-fisted punches to the face and neck of Ace Anderson, who desperately works to cover up and protect his chin. Austin Shaw begins a count which forces the onslaught to stop at five. Cross obliges, using the opportunity to drag Ace Anderson away from the ropes toward the center of the ring before applying a stepover toehold. As he cinches the leglock he gives a feral shout in an attempt to further incite the fans. He releases the move but keeps his grip on Ace's leg, stomping away at the back of the thigh, once, twice, thrice.

Ace Anderson contracts his powerful leg muscles, drawing Cross close enough to battle him off with his free boot. Cross flies backward, rolls through, finds Ace rising and looks to charge to stop his advance. Ace gets his feet under him as Cross runs headlong and he manages to float Cross over with a hiptoss. He keeps a firm grip on Cross's arm, snapping a quick armlock to turn the tide and give him a chance to gain his breath. Maintaining the hold Ace Anderson brings both men vertical, continuing to wrench and twist the right arm of Gabriel Cross. Once standing Ace drives his shoulder into Cross's own, once, twice, three times. On the third he releases his grip and Cross hits the mat, holding his rotator cuff.

Anderson drops his full weight onto Gabriel Cross in a north-south position, locking in a guillotine, trying to cut off Cross's airways. Keeping control he flips Cross to his back and transitions to a fujiwara armbar. Cross resists the pain and refuses to acknowledge Austin Shaw who is down on the mat with them, checking on Cross's condition.

Whitey Ford: Why does it not surprise me that Ace Anderson likes to roll around on the mat with sweaty men?

Al Laiman: Why does it not surprise me that you'd comment on that at all? He's a professional wrestler, for crying out loud.

Seeing that Cross won't give up any time soon, Ace brings him to his feet, still holding onto the right arm. He maneuvers into a hammerlock and holds it for a moment before lifting Cross off his feet. With the hammerlock held tentatively, Ace drops Cross onto his back in a modified sidewalk slam. Cross's arm gets caught beneath him, his own weight and the force of the move crushing Cross's arm. Ace goes for a quick cover, but Cross kicks out at two.

Ace Anderson once again takes Cross by his arm and lifts him to his feet. He digs in and lines up an irish-whip into the corner. In an act of pure defiance Cross plants his own feet firmly on the mat, using the momentum provided by his opponent as leverage to reverse it. Instead Ace finds himself running toward the corner with the turnbuckle as his only brake. He hits the corner hard with Cross on his heels.

Whitey Ford: Incoming!

Cross leaps into the air, cameras flashing around the arena, connecting with a picture perfect running high knee to Anderson's jaw. Cross continues his forward momentum, floating over the rope and landing on the apron as Ace Anderson stumbles out of the corner. Slightly dazed he looks for Cross but can't see him anywhere. At the last second he catches a glimpse of the Archangel, flying through the air as he springboards off the top rope and blasts Ace Anderson with a flying forearm! Anderson lands flat on his back, hard, and Cross sprawls across for the cover.

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Gabriel Cross jumps to his feet and waits for his groggy opponent to stand. Before Ace can stand straight Cross locks him in a clinch and unloads with a series of knees to the midsection and chest. Ace Anderson struggles to block the shots but it's clear Cross is dealing heavy damage. Cross wrenches on Anderson's neck, steps backward, and connects with another clean shot to Ace's face. Cross breaks the clinch and Anderson reels. Cross takes two steps back, hits the ropes, launches himself forward and smashes Ace Anderson with a sky-high kenka kick! Anderson hits the mat, lights potentially out.

Cross forgets himself enough to not take time to showboat and instead goes for another pinfall attempt.

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Ace Anderson kicks out at two and a half! Cross is in utter disbelief. Though Ace managed to get his shoulder up, he's now barely stirring. He lays flat on his back, his chest heaving in labored breaths.

Whitey Ford: Looks like Ace Anderson has some practice taking it on the chin...

Cross, down on his knees, argues with Austin Shaw for a moment before slapping both hands on the mat. He picks up Ace Anderson roughly by the neck and calls for the finish. He plants a quick slap across Anderson's face and then tosses the bigger man onto his shoulders in a stunning display of strength and determination.

'CROSSFIRE!' cries Gabriel Cross, calling for his finishing maneuver and the certain end of Ace Anderson. With his adrenaline pumping in overdrive the Archangel heaves Ace Anderson over his head in a military press while leaping forward to connect a final knee strike to Anderson's face.

As if on instinct Anderson shifts his weight in the air. He crosses his arms in front of his face, blocking the strike and landing on his feet. All of the sudden Gabriel Cross and Ace Anderson are staring each other down in the center of the ring.

And Cross shocks Anderson with a haymaker! Anderson reels and responds with a big-fisted hook. Cross takes the stiff shot and shoots back with a european uppercut. And another. And another. He whirls his arms around, surprising Ace Anderson with a bell clap over both ears. He locks in another clinch and fires shot after shot, an onslaught of knees once more. Though Ace manages to block some, he's taking just as many.

Until he lashes out, raising his arms through Cross's own, breaking the clinch, wrapping and trapping Cross's arms. For a moment frozen in time Cross catches sight of the smirk on Anderson's face before he unleashes a series of devastating headbutts.

Jerry Andrews: Could it be? We haven't seen this in years!

Al Laiman: THE TILT!?

Whitey Ford: The ... what??

Ace Anderson lands one trapping headbutt, two trapping headbutts, then three and then four. With Cross dazed Ace whips him into the corner and Austin Shaw is forced to circle around to the other side of the ring. Ace charges forward with reckless abandon, nailing Cross with a mammoth body splash. Without hesitation Ace whips Cross to the other side of the ring, shouts to the crowd, and charges for the next splash.

It all happens within five seconds. Cross flies across the ring and hits the turnbuckle. Anderson charges, full bore. Cross dives to the side, grabbing for Austin Shaw. Austin Shaw ends up in the corner. Ace Anderson FLATTENS Austin Shaw. Ace Anderson turns from the corner as Cross reaches out instinctively. Cross wraps his arms around the head of Anderson, Cross's back to Anderson's front. He throws all of his effort forward, hauling Anderson's body downward with him.

BURNING BRAND!

Anderson's face collides with the mat at a sickening speed from the Snapmare Driver and the lights go out. Naturally Cross pins him, and the crowd chants:

1..2..3!

But there is no bell. Cross realizes Austin Shaw is down and turns his attention to reviving him. He doesn't notice Whitey Ford slide into the ring, his chair from ringside in hand.

That is, until Whitey Ford lines up a baseball swing just as Cross realizes he's not the only conscious person in the ring. And then there are three men unconscious. Ace Anderson, Austin Shaw, and now Gabriel Cross. Whitey Ford laughs, pulls Ace Anderson atop Gabriel Cross, and gives Austin Shaw another couple of shakes before diving out of the ring. Shaw comes to in a daze, realizing Ace Anderson is pinning Gabriel Cross. He makes the count as Whitey Ford and Johnny Veigns walk backward up the ramp, admiring Whitey's handiwork.

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MATCH SEVEN
Non-Title Six-Person Tag Team Match
Marshall's Law [Michael Wryght (World ©); High Tide; Justin Kaard]
vs.
The New Breed (Tag Team ©) & Areas
Referee: Steve Shaw

The lights dim to nothing as a hush descends on the crowd. Suddenly, the ripping drum line of “Dying Breed” by FFDP tears into the arena, and a mass of green and blue swirling spotlights fly into action, twirling overhead of the fans in attendance.

Just as the lyrics are about to kick in, and the New Breed's entrance really gets underway, the Citizen rushes out onto the stage at the top of the ramp, waving his arms back and forth frantically. He has a mic in his hand, and is beginning to hop up and down on the stage as the lyrics move into the first chorus of “Dying Breed”, and he brings the mic to his masked face.

”STOP THE MUSIC!” he shouts into the mic. ”Stop the music... Hang on!” he says, breathing mildly labored, as if he had just run from the dressing rooms to the entrance ramp in a dead sprint. In fact, that is exactly what happened.

Citizen marches out to the edge of the stage then as the music cuts off suddenly with the sound of a record scratch, so he can get a good long look at all of the fans in attendance, and they can all see him clearly in his bright red white and blue leather armor perched at the top of the ramp.

”Today is a new day people! Today is a celebration!” he shouts as he whoops it up across the stage trying to encourage the fans to get behind him in his joy, but few of the fans even understand what he's getting at. He stops his joyous romp across the stage, and looks out over the crowd in attendance. He tilts his masked face to the side curiously, and brings his mic back up slowly.

”This IS the PCW Arena in Greensville, South, Carolina... right?” he says into the mic as the crowd erupts at the mention of their hometown.

”And you DID just have Mass Destruction 3 here a few weeks ago... right?” he says into the mic gaining similar results after mentioning the controversial Pay Per View not long ago. When the crowd settles back down, he brings the mic back to his mask again.

”Then that means that you guys DEFINATELY saw some NEW PCW Champions Crowned!" he shouts into the mic as the crowd, really getting into the line of questions, cheers their brains out.

”I know I saw this guy... this guy right here... hobble away from the Main Event the NEW PCW World Heavyweight Champion!” he says as he points to the ring at 'Showtime' Micheal Wyrght. ”Then... on the last Trauma, we all got see the World Champion toss his Tag Team Partner to Stormm and run out on a match against the New Breed Foundation!”

”Now... I know that you fans have been let down by some the Champions of the PCW before, and even some of the Champions here with us tonight... but never fear. A Hero rises now to speak out for you, the fans, and the message has been heard. A New Breed of Champion has finally arrived here in the PCW! Champions you can be proud of! You see... The New Breed can't be here tonight, because they are doing something truly important, for you, the fans of the PCW, and for others. Let's take a look at what John, Sebastian and Areas have been up to, shall we?” he asks as he turns to the PCW-Tron, and it fires to life.

One the screen, the scene fades in as we float over the rolling lush green hills of the Boston Commons in Boston, Massachusetts. The tress at the edge of the beautiful park hold the looming skyscrapers at bay, and hold the large gathering of people here within is protective borders as a barrier to the world of concrete and noise. Here, at one end of the commons, is a large stage centered with a large lightly colored wooden podium. On either side of the stage are large stacks of industrial speakers, and the crowd seems to be growing by the moment. Scattered around the plush grasses of the hills are smaller stages covered in colorful tents. The people swarm all around these islands of structure in the sea of bodies, and finally, as an older man with his short white hair slicked backwards across his scalp in a pristine gray suit with a red tie makes his way across the largest stage towards the podium, a hush falls across the crowd.

“I am Thomas Menino, Mayor of Boston. Welcome to our city, and welcome to this event to celebrate the survivors of the bombing only days ago. The other day was a bad day for Boston but I think that if we pull together we’ll get through it. We’re a strong city. A lot of people are willing to work together to make this a better place for all the people and so as we gather here today with all our officials, let’s say Boston will overcome. Today is about a pledge, from all of us, to stand up against violence and destruction, and to rebuild that which has been lost. Today, while we remember those whom we have lost to the tragedy not long ago, we are grateful and joyous for those who have survived their injuries, and are still with us today to fight on, and live their lives. For them, the survivors, I declare today a holiday here in Boston... as they are an inspiration to us all to bond together, and to build a better future.”

Mayor Menino raises his hands up high overhead as the crowd cheers for those who are still with us after such a tragic loss, and for the stirring words of their Mayor. As the mayor finally lowers his hands again, the crowd follows suit and settles down to a hush again.

“I would like to personally thank, on behalf of the City of Boston, and for the Survivor's here and around the world... for their help in organizing this charity event, and many more just like it for a million different causes just as important and life changing as this one... Johnathan Cable, and the New Breed Foundation!”

Then, from the other side of the stage, around the wall to the back, pops John Cable. His pin-striped gray suit is pressed neatly, the creases running sharply down his sleeves. His matching striped slacks are pressed as well, and his gray boots shine of a high polish taken great care over. His black full face helmet is adorned with silver lines outlining the forehead, mouth, and eyes. Behind him, in a deep blue suit and blue tie comes Sebastian St. Paul sauntering onto the stage around the walls, and behind him walks onto the stage none other than PCW Superstar Areas! Areas is awkwardly stuffed into a gray suit, and struts out onto the stage with his chest puffed out.

The three man make their way across the stage towards the podium as Mayor Menino shakes their hands and says a few words before making his way off the stage the way they came in. John, Sebastian, and Areas take positions around the podium, and John steps forward first, with SSP to his left and Areas to his right.

“When tragedy falls into our lives, it is not just the victims of that tragedy that are effected. Our entire society is effected by it, and it is our entire society that should come to the aid of those who have lost so much. In this spirit, the new Breed Foundation has merely answered a call, and done what we all should do... help where help is needed. We all must band together in times likes these to bring the light back into the darkness, and help those who survive to find their way back to a normal life.”

Cable takes a step back and Sebastian steps forward then, resting his hands on either side of the podium, and bending down towards the mic, a little unsure of himself.

“Losing loved ones... no matter how the loss comes about... is hard. Everything about it is hard... but the hardest thing of all after losing someone you love... is getting up in the morning and moving forward afterward. There are others who need you, and it is for them, and for yourself that must go on and move forward. With that in mind, the New Breed Foundation has started a charity branch within it's umbrella of interests. This new department will oversee donation drives for the victims of unexpected tragedies like the Boston Marathon Bombing. This new charity drive will help the survivors of tragedies like these pay medical expenses, deal with the loss of a major source of income through bill pay programs, and provide much needed counseling and grief management for those who are effect by by things like these in their lives. With the help of you and people just like you, the New Breed Foundation can help those suffering through loss like this regain a sense of a normalcy even faster and help them on the road to emotional and physical recovery once more.”

With that, Sebastian steps back again, and gives way to Areas to approach the podium. Both John and Sebastian look at each other nervously as the notoriously controversial Superstar begins.

”When people attack your home, like those filthy foreigners what bombed here the other day, you fight back. I have been trying to be a REAL 'Murican, and fight for the rights of all the other REAL 'Muricans out there just trying to take back our freedoms! I stand here today, and say... fight with me, and be REAL 'Muricans!”

With that, Areas steps back, and Johnathan steps forward again towards the mic.

“Ladies and Gentleman... allow me to welcome now, Boston native... Mark Wahlberg!”

The three PCW Superstars stand to one side of the podium as Mark makes his way onto the stage and towards the podium. He stops to shake their hands and exchange thanks with the New Breed and Areas, before taking his place at the mic and addressing the crowd as the three make their way behind the stage.

As the three of them make their way up the stairs to the back if the main stage, Areas asks John. ”What are we doing now, anyway?”

Johnathan says over his shoulder as he climbs the stairs, “We have to introduce another band for the fans.”

“Oh...” Areas mutters as they make their way out onto the stage again. ”Who is it?” he asks. The crowd, in unison, turns their divided attentions to the main stage as Johnathan Cable makes his way to the mic without answering and Sebastian and Areas stand off to the side near the stairs.

As he reaches the mic, he lifts his hands to the stand, and lowers his masked face to the mic. “Ladies and gentlemen, it is my distinct pleasure, at this time, to introduce to you a man who bleeds red white and blue! He has graced us all with his patriotic melodies over the last few decades, and here, preforming for you live right now, in all of his Star Spangled Glory... right here from the Boston Commons... the Boss! Bruce Springsteen!”

With that, Areas eyes go wide as saucers, and he takes off across the stage in a blur of pumping arms and legs. All eyes watch him as he launches himself off of the stage and sails out over the lush green grasses, hits the ground at a roll, and hops to his feet with a grace that is unheard of from him, as he disappears into the crowd.

John Cable turns back to the crowd gathered as they talk amongst themselves trying to figure out what THAT was all about. “Trust me, when I see him next, I'll ask him about that. At least he is on my side this week at PCW Trauma 132...with moves like THOSE!” John jokes with the fans as Bruce Springsteen makes his way towards his bands set up, and welcomes the crowd before starting 'Born in the USA' for the fans as the scene fades to black.

As the scene fades back to Marshall's Law yammering amongst themselves with Skylar Marshall trying to figure out what was going on, the Citizen turns back to the fans at the top of the ramp. ”See... The New Breed and Areas can't be here tonight gentlemen, because they are doing something that is actually worth their time. The people of Boston need their heroes, and they were more than happy to answer the call.”

Citizen paces back and forth across the ramp for a moment, and then turns to face Marshall's Law in the ring once more. ”I can tell you're disappointed. I can. The New Breed would never intentionally rob their fans of a great match though, so John arranged for a challenge that was a little more... 'your sized'... since they were busy helping Boston recover from their tragedy. Ladies and Gentlemen... Representing the New Breed Foundation and the PCW Tag Team Champions... and Areas, of course... allow me to introduce to you... Area... the 'Bantam Beast' John String... and 'the Pint-Sized One-Der' Sebastian St. Small!” he yells as the intro licks to 'Jump' by Two Steps to Hell are heard and the lights die to nothing.

Blue spotlight flash to life on either side of the stage and twirls away into the crowd timed to the beat as the guitars join in. As the horns build to a crescendo, and the guitars really begin to jam, three figures are lit from under the stage in bright white spotlights as a cascade of red sparks falls behind them. They raise their arms over their heads, the two on the outsides holding up miniature PCW Tag Team Title Belts high.

Red, white, and blue fireworks shoot off down the ramp as the three men emerge onto the stage and the crowd can see for the first time that they are three miniscule versions of John Cable, Sebastian St. Paul, and Areas. The tiny John and SSP rush the ring, followed by the pint-sized Areas. Showtime, Tide, Kaard, and Skylar stand in the ring dumbfounded as the three midgets slide in under the bottom ropes as the stirring melody of the horns picks up and the crowd goes wild with cheers for the midgets as they put up their fists like they are ready for a fight, taunting the Law. The mini New Breed then climb opposite turnbuckles showing off their Tiny Titles as the little Areas watches Marshall's Law intently before they hop down into the ring again as the music dies out and the lights come back on.

Skylar can be heard yelling at the referee to explain what is going on as the members of Marshall's Law look at one another blinking in confusion. The three mini Superstars aren't willing to wait though, and launch themselves against the bottom rope and rush the Law, all three driving tiny shoulder blocks into the knees of Showtime, Kaard, and Tide as Skylar dives for the outside of the ring and the ref calls for the bell. All three of Marshall's men roll to the outside to regroup, and the three pint sized wrestlers form up in the ring, waving at the crowd who is going wild at the brazen determination of the little guys. Finally, as the ref makes it half way through his standing ten count, Tide rolls under the bottom rope and the ref shoos the small SSP and Cable to their corner. Tide waltzes around the ring looking at the tiny Areas over his shoulder, laughing to himself. The small Areas lunges at him, and Tide ducks under the top rope, forcing the ref to back the little man away. Tide slides back in under the rope, and the midget Areas rushes at him again.

Tide, waiting this time, goes to plant a boot in the center of his face, but the midget slides under Tide who misses, and the tiny star hops up behind Tide now. Tide spins, and the little Areas leaps into the air landing a solid drop kick to the knee of High Tide, he leans over clutching his leg, and catches a little forearm smash right to the face. Tide, surprise by the attack, stumbles backwards, and then launches off of the ropes furiously flying at the tiny Areas. He drives a hard knee towards the little man, but again, the midget ducks under the attack and once more, as Tide turns to meet him, the tiny Areas lands a drop kick to the same knee!

Tide drops to one knee now, and the tiny Areas rushes the ropes, comes back at full speed and lands a solid cross body block on Tide as tiny Areas goes for the cover. One... Two... and Tide, surprised again by the little Areas, tosses the midget onto the ref to break the count and scrambles to his own corner where he tags in Justin Kaard.

Kaard launches himself over the top rope and rushes at the tiny Areas, who ducks behind the ref as Kaard chases him in circles around the official. Just as it looks like Kaard is about to catch him, tiny Areas slides under the legs of the ref and runs for his corner, making a tag to the mini SSP. Kaard rushes the corner after the little Areas as the little Sebastian hops up onto the turnbuckles, and climbs to the top. Tiny Beast and the little Areas grab onto Kaard as he makes his way into the corner smashing the little Areas with huge right hands holding him the corner, and the little SSP comes off the top with a little missile drop kick that sends Kaard sprawling. St. Small regains his feet, and bounces off of the ropes running right at Kaard. The tiny SSP leaps into the air, flipping over, and lands a standing senton on Justin Kaard in the center of the ring.

The midgets here have really caught Marshall's Law way off guard!

Kaard makes his way quickly to his corner of the ring, and Skylar Marshall is screaming at his team to get it together. Kaard tags in Showtime as mini SSP also makes a tag to the tiny Beast. Showtime measures the mini man as they circle each other in the ring slowly, and finally, the mini Beast rushes the ropes and rifles himself straight at Showtime who answers with a stiff shin to the masked face of the small Cable.

Showtime, wasting no time with the pint sized star, drives his boot into the midsection of the small Johnathan as the tiny Areas slides in under the ropes to save his partner. The ref pushes the little man back towards his corner as the little SSP makes his way into the ring behind the ref, and sets himself up on all fours behind Showtime as the little Cable gets to his feet. The tiny Areas slides out of the ring as the little Beast starts talking trash to Wryght, and then rushes down the apron, climbs the ropes, and springboards over the little Beast with a cross body block on Showtime that topples him over the crouching tiny SSP.

Tide and Kaard rush the ring now, as Showtime regains himself, furious at the humiliation suffered here tonight. Kaard grabs the little Areas, and drags him to the apron, where he shoves him to the floor at Skylar's feet with his boot. Tide grabs the little SSP, and lifts him high into the air before sending him over the top rope to the floor near the ramp. Kaard and Tide slide out of the ring as the ref yells for order here and Showtime grabs the mini Beast by the ankle as he goes to slide off the ring apron to the floor himself. Michael swings the midget back in to the ring violently as he stalks him across the mat.

On the outside, Skylar Marshall has set the mini Areas up on the guard rail, and Kaard is climbing to the top rope nearby as Tide is laying the boots to the little SSP on the far side of the ring.

Showtime grabs the mini Beast and lifts him to his wobbly feet by his mask as Kaard launches himself off of the top rope, driving a huge leg drop over the chest of the tiny Areas draped over the guard rail. Michael Wryght lifts the little Beast up into the air, and places him on the top turnbuckle as he sneers at him, and then looks out into the crowd. Showtime suddenly turns his back to the midget on the top rope, and grabs him by the head before landing the Sweetness on the dazed mini Beast before placing his foot in the middle of his little chest as the ref counts the One... Two... Three.

Winner(s): Marshall's Law [Michael Wryght (World ©); High Tide; Justin Kaard]

[Murdoc]

A Public Service Announcement

“Power” by Kanye West hits for the second time of the night and Gabriel Cross takes the stage without the usual accompaniment of pyro or flashing lights. Or ring gear, for that matter. Cross is dressed in his street clothes but still has the North American Title draped over his shoulder. His usual saunter is gone too, replaced by a determined walk to the ring. He takes the stairs, moving a bit slower than normal as a result of his match with Ace Anderson.

Once inside the ring he pulls a mic from his belt but stays quiet. Instead he turns a full, and slow, three hundred and sixty degrees as he surveys the entire arena. He looks to the belt on his shoulder and shifts it up a little higher. Finally he begins to speak.

The North American Title; this belt used to mean something. It used to be a precursor to greatness. But it’s fallen on hard times, that much should be apparent. Even to you people.

The quick jibe causes the crowd to start booing the cocky young superstar.

Don’t boo me.  If you’re going to boo anyone you people should be booing yourselves. You let an animal like MONROE hold this belt for over eight months. And before that it was being passed around from person to person like the drunken prom queen at the after party.

Somehow the audience manages to make the noise level climb another few decibels as they let the hate, along with a few choice bits of debris, fly towards the ring.

Cross has to yell into the mic to make himself heard. 

This belt used to mean something important! Three of the men that held this belt went on to hold the Pure Class Wrestling Heavyweight Championship. Two of those three men are now Hall of Famers. And all three of them aren't fit to clean my boots.”

The crowd is in frenzy. Chants of “you suck” fill the arena. Cross just stands in the ring and smirks as the audience berates and threatens him.  With that, he holds up a single finger.

First you’ve got Sean Rhodes, Mr. Non Compos Mentis. He held the title on three separate occasions and then went on to hold the World Title for two hundred and sixty six days, breaking the old record. And what did he do? He gave up. Right in the middle of the match. He had both men at his mercy and he just walked out. That’s the legacy of Non Compos Mentis. A coward and a quitter.

He holds up a second finger.

Then you have Loki. PCW’s very first and still only Triple Crown winner. A man who’s held every major singles title in PCW, two-time World Champion, and a member of the Pure Class Wrestling Hall of Fame. Another coward and a quitter. He lost the title in one of the best matches in the history of this sport and what does he do? He wallows in self-pity and gets taken out of the game. Instead of coming after the punk kid that sidelined him, he’s content to sit at home and relive his glory days on Blu-Ray.

Cross holds up a third finger.

Last, and certainly least, you have Ace Anderson.

At the mere mention of Ace’s name the boos change to cheers so fast they create a noticeable vacuum effect. Among the generic cheers a chant begins, “You got pinned!”

The arrogance never leaves Cross’s face.

That’s right, I got pinned. Ace Anderson pinned me. AFTER Whitey Ford interfered! Ace Anderson didn’t beat me. Whitey Ford didn’t beat me. A steel chair did. A steel chair took me out of that match after I’d already won it. Ace was down and wasn’t getting back up. Just like he never got back up after Lantlas took away the only thing that ever mattered to him. It didn’t matter that he was the first ever winner of the Icemann Invitational Tournament. It didn’t matter that he went on to join the Hall of Fame. Ace Anderson was a broken man after he lost to a giant fairy tale.

The hatred in the arena is palpable. The audience is ready to explode and dispense a healthy dose of mob justice on the egocentric young man in the ring. As for Cross, he revels in their hatred.

That is why... 

He's forced to pause, cut off by boos... 

That is why I’m going to bring back the prestige that the North American Title once had. I’m going to bring back those glory days where this was the most important title in PCW. I’ve been given the full support of PCW management to choose my own opponent at Living A Legacy. So I’m going to be watching everything that happens in PCW over the next couple of weeks. I’m going to find the perfect challenger. And I’m going to make this belt great again.

Cross drops the mic and rolls lazily over the top rope to the outside, walking towards the back as the audience voices their displeasure and does their best to fill the ring with debris.

MAIN EVENT
Genesis Championship Match
Genesis Rules
Andy D (©) vs. Non Compos Mentis
Referee: Marcos Cruz

“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. Revelling in the chaos he begins to make his way down to the ring, striding down the ramp with confidence and purpose as the refrain hits.

“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.

“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 toward the referee before removing his tattered denim jacket and handing it over, then retreating to his corner in readiness for the match to come.

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 D appears from the back, holding the Genesis Title with pride. As he heads towards the ring, he slaps hands with as many people of the crowd as he can and smiles even as he looks into the ring. Approaching the ring, Andy slides under the bottom rope before running up to a random turnbuckle, hopping up to the second turnbuckle 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 and hands over the coveted Genesis Championship belt to the referee before standing ready for the match.

DING DING!

Andy knows his best shot in this match is to go straight for the intimidating Mentis and he does so right from the off. Before NCM can prepare himself, Andy pounces across the ring and hits a jumping forearm to the jaw, forcing the larger man onto the ropes. Not stopping there, Andy fires away with strike after strike and the crowd urge him on but eventually Mentis manages to push Andy back with a shove. Not to be put off, Andy charges forward once more with a ruthless look in his eyes… only to be lifted up and over the top rope.

The crowd gasps, but Andy uses his agility to cling onto the rope and land on the apron while NCM tries to gather his breath. Once he hears the calling of the PCW Faithful, the ‘Born Psycho’ turns and receives a rope-assisted Enziguri kick to the head, knocking him backwards. With no hesitation, Andy D quickly jumps onto the top rope and springs off, hitting a Missile Dropkick that drops NCM, allowing him to pin.

One…
Tw..No!

Andy jumps back to his feet quickly and is shortly followed by NCM who is immediately set upon with a series of lightning fast kicks to the legs. Unable to fight the strikes, Mentis is dropped to a knee and Andy hits the ropes. As he rebounds, Mentis sees the onrushing attack and drops to the mat, sending Andy into the opposite ropes. This time NCM leaps to his feet but the extra speed from Mr. D allows him to plough through his opponent with a huge jumping clothesline. With his challenger down, Andy grabs his head and pulls him back to his feet… only to be caught with a punch to the gut. Winded by the shot, Andy reels backwards and can’t block a sickening Yakuza Kick to the skull.

As Andy hits the mat, NCM lets loose a volley of stomps to the chest followed by bludgeoning elbows. Mentis stops long enough to plan his next move and hits the rope before dropping a knee into the forehead of his opponent and hooking the leg.

One…
Two…
NO!

NCM gets back to his feet quickly and hits a combo of rights and left to the head and gut before picking him up and slamming him down with a Scoop Slam. But Andy doesn’t stay down, he fights back to his feet and the two exchange blows again. Andy holds his own with a flurry of blows but the power of Mentis eventually wins over and he strikes with a knee to the gut. The force of the strike doubles over Andy D and leaves him open to a shuddering elbow to the back of the head and a hard hitting Pendulum Backbreaker, followed by another pin.

One…
Two…
T..NO!

Andy fights back again and is pulled to his feet by Mentis who quickly whips him into the ropes and drops his head for an upcoming Back Body Drop… but Andy leaps over the top and rolls NCM into a Sunset Flip Pin.

One..
Two…
THR…NO!

Caught by surprise, NCM barely sneaks out and struggles back to his feet where Andy is already waiting. The faster man jumps into the air and executes a picture perfect Hurricanrana, throwing NCM across the ring and into the corner in a daze. Taking his opportunity, the Genesis Champ launches himself full speed into the corner and delivers a violent running Dropkick to the bowed head of NCM. The ‘Born Psycho’ nearly crumbles to the mat but Andy holds him up long enough to grab his head, turn him around and hit a neck-crunching Tornado DDT. He pins quickly and hooks the leg for good measure…

One…
Two…
THRE...NO!

At the last second NCM gets his shoulder up and Andy gives a look at the referee to show his disbelief. Shaking it off, the Brit hauls Mentis off the mat and grabs his arm, whipping him into the ropes. Mentis reverses, however, and Andy rebounds into what appears to be a Scoop Powerslam. Before NCM can drive him down, though, Andy slides out of the back door and literally hits the ground running. He hits the ropes again, bounces back and… gets hit with a sudden and reflex DumDumDrop! Mentis takes a few moments to recover well enough to struggle over to Andy and make the cover…

One…
Two….
THREE…NO!

Another kick out from Andy, showing that he’s still got a lot of heart left. Mentis struggles slowly to his feet and takes a look at the timer on the Tron, feeling the seconds dripping away. Renewed with purpose, NCM picks Andy off the mat and hits another couple of strikes to the head while pushing him back toward the corner. Once there he winds up and throws Andy across the ring into the turnbuckles as hard as he can, following close behind at full pace. Andy hits and receives a sandwiching Clothesline across the sternum almost simultaneously, crushing the air out of him. NCM quickly pulls the winded man out of the corner and sets up for a Russian Leg Sweep before driving Andy neck first backwards into the middle turnbuckle.

Andy tries to crawl out of the corner to safety but NCM won’t allow it, he pulls the smaller man to his feet and drives him back into the corner with a shoulder block to the midsection. With no hesitation, NCM then hoists Andy up onto the top turnbuckle and follows him to the second, hooking an arm with ominous intent. Andy slowly finds his feet and NCM pushes up to the top and lifts him high into the air for a massive Superplex… but Andy twists in mid air and lands not on his back but with a spectacular Crossbody, pinning a shocked NCM on the landing…

One…
Two…
THREE!
NO!

NCM gets a shoulder up at the last possible moment and Andy gives a look of quiet frustration toward the Tron as the timer ticks down below a couple of minutes. He turns his attention back to Mentis who is trying to get back to his feet and pulls him up. Immediately Mentis shoves him backwards and when he tries to go back on the offensive he gets caught with a desperate Solebutt to the gut from the challenger. Andy clutches his midsection as NCM instinctively takes his head and hooks up both arms. He tries to hit the Fractured Mind but Andy blocks it, keeping his weight low and feet grounded. NCM tries again but still Andy resists and somehow manages to fight back. He lifts NCM overhead and drops backwards with a bridge, pinning after a surprising show of strength.

One…
Two…
THRE..NO!

The challenger releases his grasp and shoots up a shoulder. Both men scramble to their feet but again it is the smaller, faster man who is back up first and hitting the ropes. The crowd are in raptures and cheer on Andy as he rebounds and catches NCM with his signature Running STO, slamming him neck first into the mat. Sensing the end, the PCW Faithful clap and cheer even louder as Andy scouts his prone opponent for the Dragons Breath. As NCM struggles to even get to a knee, Andy takes his eyes off the ball and looks toward the Tron again… the time ticks down past 40 seconds and he focuses himself once more. NCM pops his head up and… BOOM! Dragons Bite! A fierce Shining Wizard to the cranium and it’s followed by massive boos. Why?

Out from the back fly three of the unsightly, unseemly Hobo Horde! A couple of seconds pass as they sprint frantically down the ramp… had Andy not taken a moment to stare at the screen he could have pinned and won in the time it has taken for them to reach the ring. Two of the stinking vagrants hop onto the apron and Andy jumps into action, landing punches to both men and knocking them to the outside in a heap. The third circles around the ring and scales the apron too, but Andy D sees him coming as well and rushes forward, he uses the turnbuckle as a springboard and hits a huge Dropkick, sending this one flying into the security barricade.

Finally he turns back to NCM with 20 seconds still on the clock, and the ‘Born Psycho’ is unbelievably back to a knee after the painful impact of the Dragons Bite. The insane man merely smiles a sick a sadistic grin. Andy looks back at him with confusion and near disgust but the expression doesn’t change. NCM must know that with so little time it’s near impossible for him to win and lets Andy hit a second, horrific Dragons Bite! He pins and…

One…
Two…
DING!

The bell rings, the timer runs out on the tron and the distraction caused by the homeless army of NCM is enough to stop the match at a draw!

Stopped via Time Limit Draw

The crowd erupt into boos once more as the three men of the Hobo Horde regroup on the outside and Andy D climbs back to his feet with an even more confused and angered look on his face. He looks around until he finds the group and sets himself up in a defensive stance, ready for the inevitable. The three men spread out around the ring and taunt Andy with repeated attempts to get back into the ring. The Genesis Champion repeatedly makes move to intercept them, but soon he’s spread too thin and focuses too much on one man, allowing the other two to scramble through the ropes. Andy fights back valiantly but the numbers consume him and he is beaten down with blow after blow from the unwashed masses.

As Andy hits the mat, the three hobos look up to see that Non Compos Mentis has recovered from his near unconscious state and is standing in the middle of the ring. The ‘Born Psycho’ shouts something to his followers and they drag Andy to his feet. The words sound like “I will make him remember us!”

Jerry Andrews: Somebody get out here, where’s security?! How did these sons of bitches get into the arena?!

Al Laiman: Who cares? They got in, that’s all that matters, and now they’re going to make an example of Andy D!

The hobos toss Andy D across the ring to NCM who quickly hooks both arms and sets up for the Fractured Mind. He smiles his sick, insane smile once more and goes to lift when…

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

‘Galvanise’ by Chemical Brothers hits the PA system and all eyes turn to the entrance ramp. The crowd bursts into cheers as the PCW newcomer Tyler Scott races out through the curtain and down the ramp with reckless abandon. Scott dives into the ring before any of the hobos have a chance to prepare themselves and immediately levels one of them with a stiff right to the nose. The other two react and attack Scott while Andy takes advantage of the distraction to escape NCM’s grasp and fight back with shots of his own. Andy knocks NCM down but sees that his fellow British Lion is outnumbered and reluctantly turns to join the fight. Both Brits stand toe to toe with the two hobos and send them flailing to the outside with a combined show of force before turning back to the puppet master.

Jerry Andrews: Time for payback!

Al Laiman: Are you advocating a two on one assault?!

Jerry Andrews: Are YOU advocating a four on one beating? NCM deserves what he’s going to get!

Andy D and Tyler Scott turn to face Non Compos Mentis stares across the ring and sees immediately that he is at a disadvantage. The British duo give each other a look and lunge forward in stereo… but NCM dives out of the ring to safety and a massive chorus of boos all around the arena. In the middle of the ring, the two men watch as NCM walks around ringside, grinning his maniacal grin even now, and joins his retreating hobo horde at the ramp.

The jeers of the PCW Faithful are hard to drown out, but over the din Non Compos Mentis shouts to his rivals “We will make you remember! Soon enough!”. With that the Hobo Horde and its leader back off up the ramp and Andy thanks Tyler Scott for his help, though that may not be the end of things.

*CLICK*

<sub>Grimm defeats Tyrone Smith via pinfall
Kelli Starr defeats JoDee Burns via pinfall
Rick Majors defeats Pegasus via pinfall
Whitey Ford vs. Tyler Scott ends in a draw
Justin Michaels defeats Wasp via disqualification
Ace Anderson defeats Gabriel Cross via pinfall
Marshall's Law(Michael Wryght (World ©); High Tide; Justin Kaard) defeat 'The New Breed' & 'Areas'
Non Compos Mentis vs. Andy D ends in time limit draw


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