Trauma 133 Results!

[Murdoc]

--This One is for YOU, Soapy--

We’re live outside the PCW Arena, hours before the show scheduled to go LIVE!

The crowd is being stoked into a frenzy in the parking lot. Tail-gaters, early birds and all manner of fan are gathered near the entrance in a rough circle about 150 deep. And in the center, a giant Chevrolet Express cargo van ... one man standing on a box set up behind it with two others flanking the vehicle. The man in the truck is obviously the ringleader, as he addresses the crowd personally.

"Good EVENING Pure Class fans! Who’s ready to see some action here tonight?!" The crowd roars its’ unwavering approval. “Who’s having a good time here tonight?!” The crowd again offers a cry of excitement. “Who waited until the last minute ... to grab a ticket?!” A few cheers go up here and there, but on the whole, the crowd seems to be lukewarm to this last proposition. “Well ladies and gentlemen ... I HAVE YOU COVERED,”

The man pulls out a few slips of paper that are readily identified as tickets to tonight’s nearly sold-out show. “Who’d like to go see the show?! Maybe tickets for a friend or family, even. I have, in my hand, SEVERAL front row tickets to TONIGHT’S TRAUMA ... I have them, all right. AND YOU WANT THEM!” The crowd absolutely explodes at the idea of front row seats, even those who already hold tickets. Nothing wrong with a little upgrade, right?

“You’re probably asking yourself 'What’s the catch?’. Ladies and gentlemen, to my right is a box ... FILLED with copies of the recently released PCW: The Music. Those copies are wrapped in paper. INSIDE ... we have hidden 25 FRONT ROW TICKETS. Along with 1, 5, 10 and 20 dollar bills! And YOU, my friends ... can not only get a complimentary copy of PCW: The Music ... but ALSO have the chance to win a front row ticket. And it will only cost you FIVE DOLLARS.”

The man hands the tickets off to his companions, who proceed to wrap them around CD’s inside blank paper and toss them into the crate, mixing them up. A man from closest area comes forward with a crisp five dollar bill. A parcel is handed off, opened ... and the buyer’s face lights up as his voice raises above the din of the crowd. 'TEN DOLLARS! I won ten dollars! I’ll take three more!’ The man’s wish is granted, and is allowed to purchase three more parcels.

Cue the mad scramble for the box.

Money is exchanged, parcels are snatched and hoarded away greedily. Hand over fist, transactions are made. Several people expound their good fortune, while others frantically buy more and more in hopes of snagging a front row seat on the cheap. Several minutes of sales transpire until the last dozen or so of CD’s remain, at which point an impromptu auction begins. The highest bidders taking the last of the wrapped CD’s, the crowd is in a frenzy ... that is, until arena security arrives on the scene. The crowd is parted forcibly. The men handling the cash quickly scamper away, losing themselves in the massive crowd. The man in the center of it all, however, is not so lucky ... and is nabbed after a light struggle before he can make good his escape.

The crowd is hungry for action!

Only a few hours now ...

MATCH ONE
Genesis Championship Match
Genesis Rules
Icemann Invitational Elite 8
Andy D © vs. Non Compos Mentis
Referee: Melina 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. As he heads towards the ring, he slaps hands with as many people of the crowd as he can. Approaching the ring, Andy slides under the bottom rope before running up to 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, then hands over his precious Genesis Title before standing ready for the match.

The bell rings and the crowd are already pumped up as both men begin to circle around the middle of the ring. Andy looks immensely focused as he searches for a weakness in his opponent, but Mentis appears to be smiling. The first man to make a move is Andy who makes a lunge forward as if to lock in a Collar-and-Elbow Tie Up but Mentis doesn’t reciprocate… he bows.

With Andy D watching in bemusement, the ‘Born Psycho’ kneels down in the centre of the ring and points to the side of his own face, mirroring his surrender toward the end of the two men’s draw two weeks ago. The insane man practically begs Andy to hit his signature Dragons Bite while he is defenseless but Andy hesitates, perhaps because he suspects NCM is up to something. The crowd chant, pushing Andy on to hit the Dragons Bite and finish the match already. He looks conflicted, even staring around at the fans to try and figure out what to do… he can’t strike a defenseless man so violently again, can he?

Suddenly he makes his decision and hits the ropes, rebounding with speed and intent to hit his finishing move… but Mentis rises equally quickly and launches a Spinning Back Fist straight into Andy’s temple. Andy collapses in a heap and NCM makes the cover.

One…
Two…
NO!

Andy, stunned and confused, just gets his shoulder up and NCM goes right on the attack. He gets to his feet and slams a series of stomps into the chest of Andy as he tries to get up too. The resilience of Andy is so much that NCM gives up and drags him back to his feet. Not letting up the challenger hits a volley of rights and lefts and whips Andy across the ring, waiting a moment for him to return before hitting a Running Back Elbow. Dropping to his knees, Mentis pins again.

One…
Kick Out!

Andy quickly gets out and pushes his way to his feet, but Mentis continues to attack with a kick to the gut and lifts his opponent up into a Fireman’s Carry. Looking for the TKO, Mentis turns but Andy dislodges himself and hits the ground running, literally. He hits the ropes, rebounds and looks to attack but NCM is waiting for him again and grabs him, throwing him over the opposite top rope. NCM turns around to take the boos of the fans with a wide grin on his face as he expects Andy to have crashed hard to the outside, but unknown to him Andy hangs on and skins the cat to re-enter the ring.

Mentis turns again but barely has time to register the sight of Andy before the Genesis Champion hits a lightning fast Super Kick to the jaw, sending NCM flying. Luckily for him, Non Compos Mentis lands and rolls evasively to the outside where he can regroup. Andy D has other plans, however, and rushes forward before launching himself over the top rope and slamming into NCM with a spectacular Tope Con Giro. The crowd goes wild and Andy soaks up the adulation before picking NCM up from the floor.

Taking advantage of the stunned Mentis, Andy hits a collection of elbows to the face before smashing his forehead into the security barrier. There is barely a pause as Andy takes hold of NCM again and this time bounces his skull of the ring apron. Feelings the momentum pumping, Andy grabs NCM once more and tries to throw him towards the steel ring steps, but NCM regains his bearings and reverses. Andy fires toward the steps but at the last moment jumps, managing to land with superb agility on top of the ring furniture. The referee would be nearing a ten count at this stage of a normal match, but the Genesis Rules mean they can stay outside as long as they like. Andy takes full advantage of this and waits for NCM to see him before throwing himself from the steps and hitting a phenomenal Flying Hurricanrana!

NCM hits the floor hard and Andy sees a chance to get a victory, finally rolling his opponent into the ring. As Andy climbs back inside to attempt the pin he sees Mentis struggling to crawl to the other side of the ring. Andy tries to grab him, but as he does Mentis hooks him by the waist and throws him throat-first into the middle rope where he dangles. Having earned himself a moment of rest, Mentis climbs to his feet, approaches Andy and places his knee on the back of his neck, pushing his throat down harder and driving the air out of his lungs. The referee counts to four and a half of his allotted five and NCM releases, just before putting the pressure on again. Once more the referee executes his count right up until the last moment and NCM relents. This time Mentis sets Andy up and thrusts backwards with a shuddering Russian Leg Sweep before pinning.

One…
Two…
THR..NO!

Andy kicks out, but any resistance is driven back with a brutal Elbow Drop across the heart, followed swiftly by two more and another lateral press.

One…
Two…
THRE…NO!

Still Andy resists and NCM’s patience appears to be running out. He drags Andy to his feet and whips him into the corner, following him in and firing his left foot toward his head. Andy watches as Mentis looks for the Yakuza Kick but manages to duck out of the way at the last moment. Mentis’ foot gets caught up on the top turnbuckle and Andy takes his opportunity, climbing to his feet, springing off the middle rope and hitting a desperate and fierce Springboard Dropkick to the head. Mentis collapses backwards and struggles to regain his feet while Andy is back up and waiting. Finally Mentis stands but he’s bent over and Andy leaps over him, rolling him backwards into a Sunset Flip.

One…
Two…
THR…NO!

Kicking out, Mentis pushes himself quickly to his feet but he is clearly wavering and Andy is nimbler and faster in his recovery, quickly hitting a violent Enziguri Kick to the side of his head and leaving him dead on his feet. Andy pushes himself back up and senses that he has an opportunity to win. He sprints at the ropes, rebounds and nails the Running STO right in the middle of the ring. Sensing the fans rallying behind him, waiting for the end to come, Andy begins to scout Mentis for the devastating Shining Wizard. He waits but soon the cheers that follow him turn to vast boos that force Andy to look around for the source.

Jumping over the security barrier and filling the ringside area is a flock of disheveled figures, an army of Non Compos Mentis’ private security force of hobos. The ten or so figures slowly surround the ring as the boos and jeers from the PCW Faithful get louder and louder. Andy stares around at the men that are quickly giving him no room for escape but he holds his ground and sets himself up in the middle of the ring, set to defend himself if needed.

The Hobo Horde surrounds the ring and simply stands, waiting for something to set them off. They look almost certain to attack when, suddenly, another group of figures comes bursting out from the back, running down to ringside. At first the crowd boo wildly, thinking that yet more reinforcements are inbound… then they engage the hobos in open combat and the face of new PCW Head of Security Domino D’Angelo can be seen amongst the throng of flailing arms and legs.

The pitched battle between the hobos and PCW Security continues and the referee tries to get the situation under control. Nobody is listening to Melina Cruz so she moves in close to try and get their attention. While her back is turned to the action and Andy is distraction by the ruckus, something gets slid into the ring from one of the hobos toward a slowly recovering Non Compos Mentis. The chaos enables Mentis to grab the object and take a moment to get to a knee.

Finally Andy D refocuses himself and goes to take the offensive to Non Compos Mentis once more. He goes to grab NCM by the head and… CRACK! Andy gets leveled and knocked out cold by Mentis with one punch! Quickly, NCM slides the object back out of the ring, but not before the cameras catch a glimpse of the set of brass knuckles. The boos are practically shaking the ring apart as Mentis shouts at Melina Cruz who is still dealing with the fracas on the outside.

Another figure emerges from the back now, a figure sprinting down the ramp and ignoring every security member or hobo in his path. Instead this man charges straight past all of them and dives into the ring. The man is Tyler Scott and he wastes no time in grabbing the attention of Melina Cruz and tries to explain the events of what just happened in the ring.

Cruz listens and stares at Mentis who looks worried but also knows there is no evidence of his indiscretion. Scott pleads with Melina to disqualify NCM for using a foreign object as the PCW Security finally gets the situation outside the ring under control. The words of Scott seem to be having an effect on the female referee who looks to be leaning toward throwing the match out… but Mentis is far from happy and climbs to his feet, charging over the unconscious Andy D.

Before Cruz can make a final decision, Mentis rushes forward with an attempt at Clotheslining Scott over the top rope but Scott reacts out of pure instinct and ducks. As NCM rebounds off the ropes, the British Lion does the only thing he can do to defend himself… he lefts off a straight jab, connection right on the jaw of Mentis and knocking him to the mat.

Cruz, shocked at the sudden turn of events, hesitates for a moment but the decision she has to make is clear. She signals for the bell and walks over to the ropes, whispering words in Mark Long’s ear. After a moment he pulls back and announces…

Mark Long: Referee Melina Cruz has asked me to inform everyone that under Genesis Championship Rules, in the event of a Disqualification the title can change hands, therefore… the Winner and… NEW GENESIS CHAMPIOOOOON, NON COMPOS MENTIS!

Winner: Non Compos Mentis via disqualification

--Tensions Rise--

The crowd erupts into a violent chorus of boos and jeers that shakes the foundations of the PCW Arena. ‘Scum of the Earth’ hits the PA system and the sentiment cannot be echoed more by the thousands of fans in attendance as they watch Melina Cruz hesitantly drape the Genesis Championship Belt over the grinning, maniacally laughing body of Non Compos Mentis.

Jerry Andrews: This is a disgrace! NCM can’t win the Genesis Title like that!

Al Laiman: He just did, and he can thank Tyler Scott for it. In a Genesis Rules match the title can be won by DQ and Tyler Scott didn’t know it!

Scott is still trying to explain what happened to Melina Cruz but her face tells a story of resignation. She made the only call she could, even if it stunk to high heaven, and now she has to deal with the consequences. The British Lion is so caught up in his protests that he doesn’t even notice Andy D get back to his feet, still clutching the side of his face where he was struck and angry about what he has arisen to.

Andy pushes himself between Scott and Cruz and stares his fellow Brit in the face with a look that demands an answer. Explaining intensely, Scott tries to point out that he was only trying to help, that Mentis forced him to react though it seems Andy isn’t buying what he’s selling. In fact, the expression on Andy’s face is one of suspicion that Tyler was more concerned with his own business than saving his compatriot’s skin.

The heat rises between the two until finally Andy completely loses his cool and shoves Scott backwards, NCM laughing all the while as he sits back in the corner. Tyler bites his tongue as Andy tells him to stay away from his business, though it looks like what he would like to do most is roundhouse kick Andy’s head clean off his shoulders for the shove. He composes himself though and makes one last attempt at an apology.

Jerry Andrews: I’m not sure I can blame Andy for being so angry at losing his title, but Scott has a point, I’m sure he’ll see that when he cools down.

Before Andy can make another move he might regret, Melina Cruz bravely steps in front of him and begins to usher the former Genesis Champion to the ropes. Her words seem to cool his temper as she guides Andy to the ropes and safely out of the ring while Tyler Scott looks on. The fans, unsure of how to react to Andy’s outburst of anger, still manage to cheer for him as he and Cruz walk up the ramp, still apparently in the midst of a deep conversation.

Scott, now alone in the ring with NCM and fully aware that his pack of rabid dogs are not far away even after PCW Security has dealt with them, takes one look at the still maniacal Mentis and moves into a retreat. He smartly chooses not to lose his cool on the new Genesis Champion and exits the ring alone, stewing in his own thoughts about what just happened and where he sits with Andy D.

Finally the camera focuses on the ‘Born Psycho’ who clutches his newly won championship to his chest and laughs loud and raucously to the disgust of the fans. The shows fades to a commercial break as the boos once again ring out.

--NEW GROUND--

The bouncing camera and the heavy breath of a PCW camera crew member feeds over the Jumbo Tron. The echoing footsteps ring out through the busy parking garage, as a slamming door of an old Ford F-150 rings out. With a slinging motion that almost makes us sick, the camera man props the heavy load of his camera onto his shoulder, shoving himself through a small lineup of onlookers.

He zooms in, capturing the view of Dillon Durst.

Durst slings a gym bag over his head, and pulls the hood to his sweatshirt over his head. The top half of his face is covered by an oversized pair of dark sunglasses... his tattoos crawling out from beneath his pushed up sleeves. He lowers his head, twirling a toothpick between his lips.

Looking more like an oversized rockstar... Dillon makes his way to a secured door, as PCW fans trail behind. Camera flashes begin to sparkle in the crowded garage, as several are holding up random signs, making their “cool” faces to be seen over live television. One reads “Saint”, another “The Iron Fist!”. Referencing Dillon’s past stable, and moniker.

They reach out, tugging at his garments and arm. With a swift shrug, Dillon pulls away, walking confidently towards a doughy security guard. He holds a badge up briefly, and with a slight nod, the guard scans his card. A loud beeping sequence rings aloud, as Dillon shoves the the heavy door open. He’s gone in an instant, but his cult-like following chant for him, even after he brushes them off.

“Leg-a-cy! Leg-a-cy!” They chant in rhythmic screams.

As the camera pans out, we find a heavily breathing Rick Majors... staring towards the closed door.

The fans in the arena let out a slight pop at the sight of Majors.

The cameraman moves into position, now panning in on Majors. His gaze still upon the door, his lips now clinched. He stands, motionless, his intense eyes fixated towards the direction of his bitter enemy of the past decade.

We fade out to the buzzing arena crowd.

MATCH TWO
Singles Match
Wasp vs. Q
Referee: AJ Bennett

The fans may not like him, but Wasp loves the boos he gets as he makes his way into view. He soaks in it as the lights flicker on and off ... walking tall and quickly, motioning for the fans to get even louder. Never mind the fact that they’re jeering something fierce. As he hops over the ropes and goes straight to a corner, he climbs up with little regard to the circumstances ... throwing double barrel middle fingers to the crowd. Nodding and smiling as the fans are stoked like so many dying embers ... he’s playing the crowd like a fiddle.

The dying strains of ‘The System’ are replaced with somber staccato pacing. The arena is bathed in a pale blue hue. An aura of sadness fills the space. Once the vocals begin, Q steps out from behind the curtain and onto the main stage. The look on his face as he hesitantly makes his way to the ring is almost one of ... sadness. Genuine sadness. Sighing heavily as he walks his way down to the ring, he looks longingly towards the back and then to the ring before entering solemnly.

Walking up the ringside steps, Q steps to mid-apron and wipes his boots off before entering the sQuared circle. Looking at the crowd around him, he waves meekly before moving back to a corner and lowering his head. He doesn't even look at Wasp as A.J. Bennett signals for the bell.

DING DING DING!

Wasp is in before Q can even think about dropping to the mat, hooking a waist lock in as he slips behind Q, hoisting him up and dropping Q face first to the mat. Back mounting Q, Wasp floats over into a side headlock. As Q takes the brief moment to begin to move to his feet, he rides the wave of momentum and forces Wasp off into the ropes. A rebound and Q whips him AGAIN in mid-sprint to add even more momentum to the inevitable fall from grace, so to speak. Another rebound and Wasp connects just a SECOND quicker than Q and levels him with a diving shoulder tackle. A quick pinfall attempt nets Wasp a one count and, instead of clambering off of the downed Q, remains on top ... mounted punches that leave Q reeling. An onslaught of strikes and Q is dazed as Wasp is finally pulled off by the referee. Waiting for Q to stagger to his feet ... he rushes in only to be met with a drop-toe hold. Face smacking the canvas, Q hops on top and begins to fumble at Wasp’s waist ... reaching into his jeans and grabbing hold of Wasp’s undergarments.

A wedgie drag!

Q drags Wasp around the ring by a wedgie hold. The crowd is behind Q and his schoolyard type offensive maneuver. This only enrages Wasp as he struggles and manages to break free from Q’s grasp. As he hops to his feet, Wasp blindsides Q and takes him to and out through the top and middle rope to the floor. Both men crashing violently with a sudden stop, Wasp is in control as they land ... elbow after elbow to Q’s head and shoulder area.

Grabbing both sides of Q’s head, he drills him multiple times into the floor beneath them. As soon as Wasp feels he’s taught Q the error of his humiliating maneuver, he steps away from Q and returns to the ring. As Q struggles to make it back into the ring, Wasp is waiting for him and drops a knee to the back of Q’s neck. Grabbing him by the hair, he lifts his upper body off of the mat and with a snap, forces it back to the mat with his knee placed firmly on the back of Q’s neck ... a curbstomp type strike.

Wasp firmly in control of the contest, he drags Q to his feet. Q on spaghetti legs, Wasp bounces off the ropes and goes for his patented Stinger ... but Q is dazed enough that his own inability to stand straight allows him to sidestep Wasp at the last minute. Wasp stumbling at the point of impact that never was, Q drops and lands across Wasp’s back elbow and rib first ... a sloppy but effective looking elbow drop. Q shaking the cobwebs loose, he looks down at Wasp and his own elbow ... almost remorseful for the accidental strike.

He begins to help Wasp up, but Wasp responds with a kick to the side of the head. He’s aiming to shave a few IQ points from his opponent’s final tally ... and it seems to be working quite well. Q drops back to the mat and begins to slowly crawl away from the wily veteran. As Wasp regains his footing, Q is doing the same ... albeit much MUCH slower. Wasp taking advantage of the reaction time, he rushes in with several knife-edged chops. As Q staggers back, Wasp throws a boot to the gut that doubles over the Single Letter Superstar.

Hooking another waist lock in, Wasp lifts Q up and plants him with a sidewalk slam ... the mat shaking authoritatively. A long two count and Q barely manages to get the shoulder up. Wasp not letting the pressure up, he drags Q to his feet and puts him right back down with a BEAUTIFUL standing dropkick right on the chin. As he backs away, Wasp begins to size up his opponent ... Q seeming to be stuck in first gear. As Wasp goes for yet another Spear, Q leap frogs over the charging Wasp. Wasp not making the same mistake twice ... rushes through and waits for Q to land and turn before ...

SUPERKICK! The Great White North! Wasp watching as Q crumbles to the mat ... he doesn’t even BOTHER going for an ankle lock. A person just KNOWS when someone has been knocked out cold. Moving in for the pinfall, Wasp hooks the leg as the referee drops to the mat.

1 ...

2 ...

... 3!

Winner: Wasp via pinfall

[Murdoc]

MATCH THREE
Triple Threat Match
Anson vs. Tyler Scott vs. "The Legacy" Dillon Durst
Referee: Manny Cruz

We’re back from the break and two of the three competitors are in the ring already. Both of them newcomers to Pure Class Wrestling. Dillon Durst, ‘The Legacy’ as his fans know him ... and Anson, a Japanese talent with training from some of the top puroresu superstars in the world. But equally as intriguing as these two competitors’ background ... is the absence of one Tyler Scott!

The referee is consulting the ringside officials, and the decision is made ...

Singles Match
Anson vs. “The Legacy” Dillon Durst
Referee: Manny Cruz

The referee checks with both men. Both seem amenable to the idea, no need for an absence to rob the fans of their rightfully paid for contest! The referee calls for the bell ... and this match is UNDERWAY! Dillon moves to circle the ring but Anson is in no such mood and is eager to start out with a BANG! Anson rushes Durst and clotheslines him straight over the top rope ... sending both men sprawling out onto the floor. Anson is the first to his feet with Durst right behind him. Anson catches Durst on the rise with several fists, to which Durst answers with knife-edged chops of his own.

The two are neck and neck ... and both men rolling into the ring at the count of nine does nothing to interrupt their fisticuffs. As the men return to their feet, the fists and chops are STILL flying ... not skipping a beat. As the pace slackens every so subtly, it is Dillon Durst who is beating Anson at his own pace. Forcing Anson back into the nearest corner, his offensive flurry is cut short by a belly to belly suplex that leaves Anson flat on his back in the center of the ring.

A quick float over and Durst nets a quick two count. Slipping to Anson’s head, he grabs hold of his shirt and rolls him much like a crocodile’s death roll and ends up with a vicious triangle choke. Anson is in the center of the ring, but Durst has failed to control Anson’s right side with his own leg and Anson is able to roll to his stomach. After a few tense seconds, Anson stands and with a surprising show of power, lifts Durst up and manages to drop Durst back first onto the mat. The impact breaks the hold and Anson has shifted the momentum considerably.

The two returning to their feet on fairly even footing, Anson is the quicker of the two at the moment and whips Durst into the opposite set of ropes. Waiting for Durst to bounce off the ropes, he drops to hit a low-angle dropkick to the knees. Unfortunately for Anson, Durst jumps at the last moment ... letting Anson pass effortlessly underneath him. Setting his aim, Durst drops both feet into a stomp on the lower back of Anson.

As Anson writhes in pain on the mat underneath him, Durst drops to his knees and rolls back ... cinching in a brutal Bow and Arrow lock. Lowering and raising his hips and knees, flexing the muscles ... absolutely wrenching in the hold. As the referee is in perfect position, Anson waits until Durst lowers his hips enough to allow Anson to fire off a blatant thumb to the throat.

Durst releasing the hold, Anson falls down right on top of Durst and begins to choke out Durst with the Asiatic Spike ... that submission to the throat cutting off the air supply. Durst fights and wriggles and struggles, finally making it to the ropes and breaking the hold. At the count of four, Anson is off and backing away from Durst. Allowing him to make his way to his feet, Anson stalks his opponent before spinning him around to catch Durst with a HUGE Implant DDT. Floating over for the pin!

1 ...

2 ...

Thr-no! Durst kicks out at the last moment, dashing any hopes of an all-important win. Anson shows a sliver of frustration as he rolls off of Durst and argues briefly with the referee. As Durst moves to his feet, Anson rushes out of nowhere. Aiming dead on with a Yakuza Kick, Durst sidesteps just at the right angle to catch Anson under his extended leg ... raising up and clasping his hands behind Anson’s head. With an explosive burst of power, Durst tosses Anson over his head with a leg-capture over the top suplex.

Anson has only been on the mat for a split second, the impact still settling in as Durst floats over ... rolling through and hooking the leg with his own two. Hands down under the chin, he sinks it in tight as Durst’s fans know EXACTLY what this is. A LOOOOOOONG LOOK to the ropes. Anson is in the center of the ring with nowhere to go. A valiant effort on the part of Anson to escape but in the end ...

DING DING DING!

... he is forced to tap to Dillon Durst.

Winner: Dillon Durst via submission

--Absence Makes The Heart Grow Fonder--

After the match has come to its conclusion the Tron suddenly fires into life. The camera view that is shown sways violently from one side of a backstage corridor to the other as if being cajoled by a crowd all around it. Finally, as the cameraman manages to steady his shot, the scene becomes disturbingly clear.

In the middle of the massive screen is the wildly flailing figure of Tyler Scott who was conspicuously absent from the previous match. He is throwing punches left and right, back and forth and any way he can at a group of unseen enemies. The camera tries to turn and see their faces but is repeatedly knocked away until, finally, it gets a clear view of a bunch of dirty, stinking vagrants. The only assumption to make is that they are members of Non Compos Mentis’ Hobo Horde.

The horde attacks relentlessly but Scott is able to hold them off on his own, at least for now. The blows keep coming and more figures seem to cram into the sight of the camera, so many that soon it looks like as many as ten hobos are attacking and being held at bay. The look on Scott’s face is a mixture of exhaustion and anger as gradually the group begins to close in. One by one they get in close and Scott’s well-honed strikes become less and less effective until they are stopped altogether.

Punches rain down on a now-defenseless Scott as he desperately tries to fight back to no avail. He gets weaker and weaker until all the fight is drained from his limbs and the Hobo Horde hammers home a few extra shots for good measure. Several of the wretched individuals then push a limp Scott into the wall of the corridor, holding him there as if to prevent escape. All the men then turn to look at… no, behind the camera as another figure approaches.

Into view walks the talisman of these damned people, the new Genesis Champion, Non Compos Mentis. He swaggers into a position directly in front of the panting Tyler Scott and holds his title close over his shoulder. All he does is laugh his insane and disturbing laugh as Scott uses all his remaining energy to lift his head and stare the man dead in the eye.

Mentis is about to say something, even opens his mouth to do so, but before he can the mouth of Scott opens and lets out not words… but a globule of saliva that fires straight into the face of his demonic rival. A grunt of disapproval comes from his followers, but Mentis merely cackles once more and lifts his hand to touch the spittle as it drips down his cheek. Mentis, as if his action was entirely normal, smears the spit into his cheek and grins wider than ever. With this act of rebellion out of the way, NCM leans into the face of Scott once more and is about to say something, likely psychotic, when…

Bam!

Out of nowhere comes another figure, a man who holds nothing back and fires punches left, right and center at every man within reach… and many that aren’t. The camera catches only a blur as the hobos quickly let go of Scott and beat a hasty retreat down the corridor. The final one to stand tall is Non Compos Mentis himself, barely scathed and still holding his new Genesis Title, but his smile is gone and a seriousness overcomes him. The man that has forced his army into a retreat is none other than the former Genesis Champion, Andy D.

Having seemingly seen the error of his ways earlier in the show, Andy aids Scott in getting back to his feet and watches as NCM and his followers steadily back off down the corridor clutching their battered bodies and pride. As they disappear into the bowels of the PCW Arena, NCM calls out with his usual delusional tone, “You will both remember tonight! You will remember it well!” and finally vanishes from view.

Scott finally regains his feet and stands, but as soon as he does Andy lets go and leaves him to stand by himself. The two share a look of hesitant respect, but also still holding the tension and anger from earlier in the night. Neither seem sure if they can maintain an alliance or if they are bound to fall apart.

MATCH FOUR
Icemann Invitational Elite 8
Grimm vs. High Tide
Referee: Marcos Cruz

'You're a Pirate!' pulsates through the PCW Arena as High Tide walks through the curtains and crouches down, hoisting a flagpole across his shoulders and the crossbones hanging off to the right. He gazes down the ramp, taking in the crowd for a moment before awkwardly making his way down the ramp, moving his hands as though he's steering a ship. As he reaches the ring, and takes to the apron, he looks to be dropping anchor but that is when the crowd is drawn into a frenzy as 'Winter Shaker' serenades the crowd as the lights dim. As the music seeps through the seats, a lone spotlight falls upon the stage and Phinehas Grimm stands before the masses. He stays there for a moment before making his way down the ramp. High Tide watches cautiously from the ring as Grimm makes his way down the stage, paying little attention to the fans around him. As Grimm climbs the apron and begins to climb through the ropes, High Tide instantly rushes in, trying to get the early advantage.

Grimm enters the ring, brushing off the attacks from High Tide as Cruz calls for the bell. High Tide steps to the side of Grimm, hitting the nearby ropes and instantly dropping down low for a dropkick to the back of Grimm's right leg. Grimm stumbles away from the ropes, and High Tide continues to offense. Hitting the same ropes, he drops down once more, this time hitting a dropkick to the front of the right knee that flips Grimm. Grimm takes the back bump, explodes to his feet, and nearly decapitates the running High Tide with a running lariat. Grimm doesn't go for the pinfall, but instead begins to work on the downed High Tide in a calculated manner. Grimm drags High Tide to his feet by his right wrist, wrenches it, and pull him hard into a shoulder block. The force of the blow drops him, but Phinehas Grimm keeps his grip in the wrist.

High Tide stumbles to his feet only to have his arm wrenched again, before being pulled into another violent shoulder block. High Tide tries to squirm away but he's forced to his feet once more. Grimm wrenches the arm, twists the wrist, gets shoulder-to-shoulder with High Tide before lifting him into the air by his wrist. The crowd shows it's awe of Grimm's strength, but the hold doesn't last long. Grimm steps forward, releases the hold and tossed High Tide forward. Tide lands, and BOOM! Grimm charges forward and levels him running back elbow attack. High Tide hits the mat hard, writhing in pain, as Grimm falls down for the pinfall attempt.

1...

2.....

High Tide kicks out! Grimm stalks High Tide as he rises, and quickly steps in and drops a hard elbow on to the targeted right shoulder. The smaller High Tide almost crumbles under the weight of the below, but manages to stumble away. High Tide reaches the ropes, placing himself between the middle and bottom and forcing Cruz to break the action. Grimm backs away and High Tide motions off into the distance - Grimm doesn't take the back. Stepping forward, Grimm goes to reach for High Tide but High Tide rolls through the middle rope and off of the canvas. Grimm turns around and is leveled with a beautiful vertical dropkick. High Tide goes for the pin but Grimm tosses him off before Cruz can get to the canvas. Grimm raises and is once more leveled with a beautiful dropkick. Instead of going for the pin this time, High Tide rushes to the side, jumps into the air, catches the middle rope. Turning, he waits for Grimm to rise, and when he does, he leaps forward, stamping his boots clear off Grimm's forehead with a beautiful missile dropkick. High Tide for the cover.

1...

Grimm powers out, tossing High Tide off of him like a rag doll as he makes his way to his feet. High Tide rushes in and takes to the air, landing on Grimm's shoulders. Locking at the knees, he wrenches backwards for the frankensteiner but Grimm tosses his legs off. High Tide rolls backwards off the canvas and rushes forward - Grimm lunges, catches him in the front chancery mid-air and spins - The Harvest! High Tide's head is planted firmly from the Tornado DDT and Grimm hooks both legs with his right arm.

1...

2....

3......

Winner: Grimm via pinfall

[Murdoc]

The lights go out. Suddenly the sound of guitars pierce through the silence. A spotlight shines on the entrance. The crowd starts to murmur. As the guitars get louder, Rick Majors appears in the entrance way, the spotlight directly on him and no one else. Majors pauses in the entrance way for a moment. Majors looks down briefly. He then shakes his head, breathes deeply and stares out at the crowd.

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

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

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

Majors then slowly walks down to the ring, as the spotlight follows him. He climbs the ring steps and pauses. Turning towards the crowd, he moves to stand on the ring apron.

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

Taken down, taken down, taken down"]

He enters the ring, still only lit by the spotlight. He stands in the center of the ring, looking out towards the crowd. He slowly starts to circle the ring, microphone in hand, as the lights come back on. Majors continues to circle the ring as the crowd gives him a mixed reaction. Finally, he sits down on the mat in the corner of the ring, with his back leaning against the turnbuckles.

It was a few months ago when I came out here and I told you how terrible this business is. I reminded you of what this business has become. It’s become an industry that feeds on pain and death and exploitation. At the time that I gave that speech, I believed every word that I said. And I still do. This industry is everything that is wrong with society. But I wasn’t entirely right that night.

Majors pauses for a moment.

I wasn’t entirely right because I believed that the only way to rid the world of the dangers of professional wrestling was to destroy professional wrestling. Many people told me that I couldn’t accomplish this goal. Many people told me that I was foolish to try. But I did try. During this quest I battled Marshall’s Law inside and outside the ring. It wasn’t that successful of a battle for me. I failed in my attempt to pin Michael Wryght. I failed in my attempt to take the International Title from Whitey Ford. I failed in my attempt to destroy this company.

The crowd mostly boos.

Marshall’s Law made destroying and humiliating me one of their goals, just to show the world how wrong I was. And I was wrong. This industry is massive. It’s not something that a single man can destroy, no matter how determined he is. But that’s fine. I realized recently that I don’t have to destroy this industry. I just have to destroy what it has become.

Rick Majors stands up now and he walks to the center of the ring.

Marshall’s Law tried to eliminate me. They tried to destroy me. But it wasn’t because they were worried that I would kill professional wrestling. They’re smart enough to know that this won’t happen. They attacked me and they beat me and they humiliated me and they tried to silence me because they knew what I now know. That this industry doesn’t need destruction. It needs a revolution.

Majors starts to pace around the ring now.

Marshall’s Law wanted me gone. They wanted me gone before I realized this. But I’m not gone.

The crowd starts to cheer now.

But even if I was gone, even if I died inside this ring tonight, the revolution doesn’t end. It doesn’t end because it’s not about me. I hear people in the back and writers on the Internet talk about how Marshall’s Law is making life difficult for Rick Majors because they’re afraid of Rick Majors. Marshall’s Law is not afraid of Rick Majors. They’re afraid of you.

Rick Majors gestures to the crowd who starts to cheer a bit louder now.

No revolution is carried out by one man. No change is made by a single person. Marshall’s Law knows this and that’s why they’re afraid. That’s why they tried to distract me by putting me in this tournament. They don’t want me to realize this and, most importantly, they don’t want YOU to realize this.

You control this company, you control this industry, not them. You control it with your eyes and with your wallets. You control it with ticket sales and television ratings and pay per view buys. You control it by tuning out what you don’t like and by responding to what you do like. And that’s what scares not just Marshall’s Law but every single person in this industry who has any power. They all know that they only have power while you allow it. Sure, some try to cling to power long after they should have stepped aside, but eventually all rulers fall and they fall by the hand of the people.

My personal success means nothing. I am not spearheading a revolution. But you can. This is all about you. Either you like being exploited or you don’t. Either you put up with the shameful record of this business or you decide to change it. Either you get used to watching your heroes die before their time or you take a stand. You tell those who control this company and this industry that you’re not carnival marks who are here to be taken advantage of, that the wrestlers aren’t disposable circus monkeys who can be tossed aside and that your intelligence and your needs have been ignored for far too long.

Maybe this industry can’t be destroyed. Maybe it shouldn’t be destroyed. But it certainly needs to be rebuilt. Together we can rebuild it.

“Demons” starts to play once again as Rick Majors leaves the ring. The crowd is stirring as he walks up the ramp and out of sight.

MATCH FIVE
Icemann Invitational Elite 8
Justin “Stormm” Michaels vs. Ace Anderson
Referee: Eddie Lane

The arena lights dim down to a gentle glow and the sound of pouring rain fills the arena to the brim as an orange fog begins to cover the entrance way. Hardly containing themselves already, the fans start to rise to their feet as a sudden bright flash of orange lights flood the crowd before a deafening crash of thunder rattles the foundation and leaves the arena in darkness. The pre-chorus rift to "Crash" by Decyfer Down instigates a small riot among those in attendance as orange flashes, like lightning, illuminate the way for the Force of Nature, and Justin Michaels appears through the curtain and onto the stage, followed by his wife, the lovely Lindsay Michaels.

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


Justin plays to the cheers of the fans from atop the ramp, and marches back and forth while interacting with those in attendance. He nods his head and points towards the fans recognizing all the support they provide before turning his attention back to the ring, and starts to make his way towards the squared circle.

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

Having made it to ringside with his lovely wife at his side, Stormm patrols around to the opposite side of the ring and gives a mocking salute towards Al Laiman, the man who for years has mocked the "mispelling" of Justin's nickname. Justin hops up onto the apron, and assists his wife up and through the ropes before motioning to the crowd once more.

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

Justin follows Lindsay through the ropes and immediately scales the nearest turnbuckle to raise his hands into the air for all to see. The flash bulbs surge throughout the arena as the orange lights brighten back to the venue's usual lighting. Justin repeats his actions and poses on the turnbuckle in the opposite corner before hopping down from the corner and his music fades out, but the overwhelming applause does not as he stands the ready for his match.

Then, "Pain Redefined" plays, sounding out and competing with the crowd as stage lights flicker with the first echoing notes. The light drumline begins, and the lights pick up speed. With each exclamation by the vocalist three short bursts of red and blue fireworks rocket toward the ceiling. On cue with the lyrics, Ace Anderson erupts from behind the curtain, arms raised.

He takes a few seconds to survey the sound and the scene, staring at his opponent if introduced second. He walks to the ring with his long strides, looking determined and mentally preparing himself. He reaches the ring, stops, looks left and then right at the crowd as if he makes to jump up to the apron as he always had in the past. A momentary pause and he leaps, landing on the outside of the ring. Pyrotechnics blast from the ring posts as his feet hit the apron, and he shakes the top rope while the fireworks die out. He climbs through the second rope and raises his fists, gauging the ovation of PCW's Faithful before stretching in his corner.

Eddie Lane calls for the bell, and both Justin Micheals and Ace Anderson explode out of their corners! Ace goes for a collar and elbow tie up, but the smaller Stormm ducks under and out of the way of the grasp of Anderson. Ace turns right into a European Uppercut by Micheals, followed by a series of vicious knife edge chops that press Ace back into the ropes before Justin Irish Whips him across the ring. Ace, recovering quickly, comes off the ropes now, looking for a running clothesline, but nobodies home! Stormm again ducks under the big man Ace Anderson. Both men now rifle off of the opposite ropes and careen towards each other. Just as they are about to meet in a titanic crash in the center of the ring, Justin pancakes, Anderson leaping over him and comes off the rope as Justin gets to his feet... and lands a huge Japanese arm drag on Ace Anderson that sends the behemoth sprawling across the ring!

Justin Micheals, adrenaline coursing through his veins, stomps both feet over and over as he pumps his arms for the crowd, cheering wildly for him here tonight against Ace Anderson. He is yelling at Ace to get up... sizing him up... measuring him for the Eye of the Stormm! Justin Micheals is looking to put this one in the books already!

As Ace gets to his feet, Justin lunges forward, but Anderson surprises him with his ring awareness, and steps into Stormm, driving his shoulder hard into Stormm's midsection. Stormm stumbles backwards as Ace now, mounting an offensive... ties-up with Stormm as he presses him into the ropes. Eddie Lane calls for a break and slides between them as they separate clean, then tie up again in the middle of the ring. Stormm tries to overpower Anderson for a moment, then shifts gears to wrestle a different match all together. Stormm, taking Ace Anderson's left wrist in hand, spins under Ace's arm and twists his wrist into a top wist lock. Stormm turns Ace's hand, and applies the pressure downward, bending Anderson in half. Anderson, fighting through the pain, reaches up, grabs Stormm's wrist, and reverses the wrist lock with one of his own. Anderson now applying pressure on Stormm's wrist, spins under again applying even more pressure on the hold!

Stormm now, the fans beginning to cheer for him:

JUS – TIN! JUS – TIN!

Flips over himself, landing on his back, spinning under the wrist lock, reversing the hold, and coming up behind Ace with his arm cinched deep into a solid hammer lock.

Anderson, not to be outdone, twirls under the lock and reverses, coming up behind Stormm now, his arm locked into a hammer lock. Stormm, rolling with the reversal... reverses again, whirling under the lock and driving Ace's arm behind himself once more. Anderson, seeing where this is going reverses again, and the two spin around and around in a tornado of reversals. Ace has Stormm in a hammer lock, then Stormm reverses in a top wrist lock, when Ace reverses that into what looks like he may have been going for an abdominal stretch, but Stormm rolls right through it to climb onto Ace, locking his legs around one shoulder and his arms around the other, dropping Anderson with a dizzying series of reversals into a crucifix drop in the middle of the ring.

Stunned, Anderson is laid out on the mat as Stormm plays to the crowd for a moment before lifting Anderson to his feet, and tossing his arm over his shoulder, setting Anderson up for the Force of Nature. Again, Stormm trying to put this match on ice. As Justin goes to lift Anderson into the fisherman's carry, Anderson blocks with his leg! Stormm tries to haul him over again, but to no avail. Anderson now, using his size to his advantage, muscles Micheals back into the corner, and drives several hard elbows to the midsection of Stormm. Micheals lets go of Anderson, and Anderson drives a massive shoulder into Stormm's gut as Micheals slumps to the mat.

This time it is Anderson's turn to play to the cheering crowd as they chant his name:

AN – DER – SON! AN – DER – SON!

Ace, stalking Stormm now in the corner, moves in slowly, keeping a cautious eye on Micheals. As Stormm makes it to his feet, Anderson charges into the corner, Stormm leaps into the top turnbuckle just in time as Ace drives himself through the corner and into the steel ring post. Micheals wastes no time on Ace's misfortune, and measures him as he stumbles out of the corner, Flash Flood! Stormm lands the Flash flood on Ace Anderson!

But WAIT!

There on the ramp, streaking towards the ring... we see Marshall's Law! The Flying Freebooters, and Showtime Micheal Wryght make their way swiftly to ringside as Skylar Marshall waddles his way down behind them. Once there, Showtime directing traffic as he send Wasp and Tide to the opposite corners, Ace Anderson is starting to recover from the Flash Flood moments ago as the referee is warning the Freebooters to stay out of the ring. Skylar Marshall, finally making it to ringside, climbs the corner stairs and begins to argue the rights of the Freebooters to be there tonight at ringside.

While Eddie Lane is arguing with Skylar Marshall, and Ace Anderson has regained his footing, and is now standing back to back with Stormm in the middle of the ring, waiting on the Freebooters to rush them.

No more than a moment passes as the Freebooters slide into the ring and Anderson and Stormm are quick to stomp the pirates right back to the floor on the outside. Eddie Lane, still arguing with Skylar on the far side, nor Anderson or Stormm expect what happens next.

Nearby, Whitey Ford slides over the railing and into the ring under the bottom rope, and behind Stormm and Anderson. Whitey measures Anderson and cracks him in the back of the head with the PCW International Title before driving the belt into the back of Stormm's head as well. Whitey drags Ace's body over Michaels' for the cover, and slides out of the ring as Marshall shakes Eddie Lane, telling him about the pinfall.

Lane, turning to see Ace Anderson for the cover, hits the mat and slaps it out...

1 ...

2 ...

... 3!!

As Whitey Ford, the Freebooters, Showtime and Skylar Marshall make their way back up the ramp, Eddie Lane tries to figure out why both Ace and Stormm are out cold.

Winner: Ace Anderson via pinfall

[Murdoc]

MATCH SIX
Icemann Invitational Elite 8
Rick Majors vs. “Dollface” Kelli Starr
Referee: Charles Lim

As the rapid harpsichord music of Emilie Autumn’s 'Syringe’ 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 Dollface makes her 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 for the evening ...

... and wait no longer.

The lights go out. Suddenly the sound of guitars pierce through the silence. A spotlight shines on the entrance. The crowd starts to murmur. As the guitars get louder, Rick Majors appears in the entrance way, the spotlight directly on him and no one else. Majors pauses in the entrance way for a moment. Majors looks down briefly. He then shakes his head, breathes deeply and stares out at the crowd.

‘Demons’ by Sleigh Bells sounds out as Majors slowly walks down to the ring, as the spotlight follows him. Majors climbs the ring steps and pauses. He turns towards the crowd, standing on the ring apron. He enters the ring, still only lit by the spotlight. He then stands in the center of the ring, looking out towards the crowd. He slowly starts to circle the ring, stretching and loosening up his body.

The two participants vying for the chance to move on in the Icemann Invitational Tournament, this is sure to be a hotly contested match-up. All that remains ...

DING DING!

... is the bell.

Rick Majors and Kelli Starr facing off, sizing each other up with a keen eye each ... there will be no tie up between these two. No, it’s greased lightning from the get-go as Starr moves in to launch her opening salvo. Majors watching her carefully as she moves in with serpentine grace and speed. Almost faster than the eye can track, she’s all up in Majors’ everything in an instant ... laying several quick, stinging blows to the chest. Majors attempting to catch her with a haymaker of his own, Starr ducks out of range in a split-second before returning right in front of Majors.

Several shots to the jaw, followed by ... again ... a swing and a miss by Majors. Starr managing to dictate the pace in the crucial first seconds, she manages to catch Majors with a throat strike that catches him completely off guard and dropping him to one knee. Backing away just a step, she sprints and wraps her arm around his neck ... forcing him to the mat with a neck tie clothesline.

Majors popping up from the mat with a kip-up, he’s met almost instantaneously by a bull rushing Kelli Starr. Sidestepping the woman with the head of steam, she bounces off the ropes and is met by Majors who attempts to hurl her with a hip toss. Blocking the attempt, she strikes his gut with her fist ... doubling him over and hopping onto his shoulders for a hurricanrana. He stops her through sheer power and tosses her off of his shoulders. The nimble Starr lands deftly on her feet, facing off with her opponent. The two have the same idea and bounce off the ropes across from each other at the same time.

Majors attempting a clothesline, Starr cartwheels through it ... blocking his outstretched arm with a modified Koppou Kick. The two facing off again, Majors snags her in a side head lock. Spinning out of it quickly, she drops him with a drop toe hold leading to a float over hammerlock. Majors, being the ring war veteran that he is, reaches up and snapmares Starr over his shoulder, leaving her in front of him hooked with a seated double chickenwing. Forcing her way to her feet through great will and determination, Starr pulls Majors to the ropes and literally RUNS UP THEM like a ladder and flips over Majors, landing behind him and pulling the carpet out from underneath him with a reverse double leg takedown.

Holding onto the legs, she rolls him onto his back and folds him up ... shoulders to the mat.

A quick one count and Majors rolls through, forcing HER shoulders to the mat for his own pin fall attempt. Exploding out of the pinfall combination, she forces him off of her with great velocity ... sending him across the ring to the ropes where he latches on to catch a breath while Kelli moves to a prepared kneeling position to do the same.

The crowd absolutely POPS for the competitive nature of these two individuals, these two combatants battling for the chance to move on towards the final four of the Icemann Invitational Tournament. The two staring holes at each other, Majors is the first to walk to the center of the ring ... Starr not too far behind him. A quick slap of the hands, a HUGE show of respect for the level of athleticism and the match begins anew ... with both a bit more worn down than to begin with.

Starr goes to strikes hard and fast once again, but Majors has had enough of the back and forth and aims to slow things down to a more comfortable pace. As Starr wades in with a chop or two, Majors ducks the third one and takes hold of the woman’s arm, wringing it tightly before blasting her in the mouth with a side roundhouse kick. Dropping to the mat, Majors settles in a mounted position and begins to literally SMOTHER Kelli Starr ... grinding a forearm into her face for a few moments before the referee forces him away. As she staggers to her feet, Majors locks onto her waist from behind ... hoisting her up and drilling her with a bridging German suplex for a two count. Rolling away from her, Majors rushes in only to be dropped to the mat yet again by a drop toe hold. Instead of floating over, Starr pulls him to his feet by his hair and whips him into the ropes. Majors leapfrogging over her, he bounces off the ropes but is met before he can even get to the center of the ring by a Kelli Starr heart kick that forces him out of the ring through the middle and top rope to the apron. As Starr goes to pull him back in, Majors surprises everyone by grabbing her by the head and dropping to the floor with all his weight ... leaving her to guillotine across the top rope.

Working out the tenderness in his chest area, he begins to move back into the ring to take advantage of a downed opponent when ...

... commotion.

From the entrance at the top of the ramp. A figure emerging from the back ... it’s Dillon Durst! As Durst comes front and center on the stage ... he’s motioning for Rick Majors to meet him at the top of the ramp. Majors yelling and hollering at ‘The Legacy’, he begins to make his way up to him until he’s face to face with the unwanted intrusion. There are words between the two, the phrases ‘ ... you’re soft ... ‘ and ‘ ... a shell of your former self ... ‘ are clearly heard above the raucous crowd.

Suddenly, a stray sound hits Majors’ ear.

8!

The referee’s count!

Majors turns and sprints towards the ring at full tilt.

9!

He hits the ringside floor and dives towards the ring ....

... 10!

The referee signals for the bell as Majors finds himself a split second too late to meet the ten count ... and Kelli Starr has advanced over Rick Majors in the Icemann Invitational Tournament!

Winner: Kelli Starr via count out

The crowd roars its’ disapproval, Majors all but forgetting Kelli Starr and instead focusing his wrath and attention on Dillon Durst ... who simply waves and begins walking back towards the back, tossing off a casual ‘Still a loser, I see ... ‘ as he disappears behind the curtain and the feed cuts to a quick promotional advertisement for PCW: The Music.

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

While The New Breed enters as a unified front,as well befits PCW’s current Tag Team Champions, the duo from Marshall’s Law reaches the ring at the same time but certainly not together. Jonathan “The Beast" Cable exchanges a manly fistbump with Sebastian St. Paul before stepping between the ropes into the ring, glancing over just in time to see Michael Wryght bickering with Justin Kaard as to who would face off first. “Mr. Showtime” seeming unwilling to begin the match against Cable, but equally unwilling is Kaard - once again the smallest member of PCW’s roster after newcomer JoDee Burns’ very brief contract came to an apparent end. Steve Shaw approaches the two in order to see what the problem is, but before he can get there Kaard gives Wryght one final, disgusted look before entering the ring.

There’s the bell, and the match begins! Cable facing down Kaard, unblinking, stoic, as “The Adrenaline King” smirks up at him, the height and weight discrepancy between the two athletes almost comically apparent. From the apron, Showtime shouts a “helpful” encouragement, spurring Kaard into action - he shrugs, takes three swaggering steps forward, and reaches out to slap Cable right across the face! The big JC reacts with reflexes surprisingly quick in a man so large, shoulder muscles bulging as his arm pulls back to drop Kaard with a heavy right hand! Kaard rises quickly, but Cable grabs him by the shoulder, pulling him around to run him at the ropes and nailing him with a quick and clean clothesline. Following him down to the mat, Cable goes for an optimistic pin attempt!

...1!

..-kickout!

Kaard rolls away from Cable and kips up, shaking off the cobwebs with remarkable recovery time. The men charge at each other, Kaard jumping into the air and using his momentum to take Cable at the shoulders, knocking him down to the mat. As Cable scrambles upright, Kaard takes advantage of his compromised balance and gives himself a running start to grab Cable around the neck, whipping him around for a swinging neckbreaker! Wryght can be seen issuing shouted directions to Kaard who frowns in irritation and goes for a quick cover.

...1!

...2!

Kickout!


Stumbling back up to his feet, Cable instinctively moves towards the corner his “Simply Stunning” partner Sebastian St. Paul is watching from, reaching out for a smooth tag. The camera pans from The New Breed over to Marshall’s Law, focusing in on Kaard, his hand extended to Wryght for a tag. Michael can be seen pointing back into the ring and shouting more instructions - that Kaard ignores. Clearly getting fed up with Showtime’s patronizing attitude, he slaps Wryght hard in the shoulder to make the tag and steps through the ropes onto the apron, gesturing for Mr. Showtime himself to meet Sebastian St. Paul in the ring.

The combatants eye each other for a few moments, St. Paul with a light sneer on his face, Showtime with an undeniable look of superiority. While much closer in height and weight than the previous pairing, it remains to be seen whether Sebastian’s military background and gutter fight mentality can prevail over Showtime’s extensive professional wrestling history and technical expertise. They circle, gauging for weakness, St. Paul losing his patience first and rushing at Wryght who dodges aside at the last instant - sending Sebastian careening straight into the turnbuckle! As St. Paul grabs his chest in pain from the (simply stunning) impact, Wryght reaches around to grab his arms for a crossed arms backdrop, slamming Sebastian down to the mat! Showtime goes for the pin, St. Paul visibly shaken, Cable shouting encouragements from the corner while Kaard looks on unimpressed.

...1!

...2!

..-kickout!

Showtime drags St. Paul up to his feet, backing him into a corner with a series of vicious chops to the chest. Showtime can be seen grinning, raising his arms up to urge the crowd to boo him even louder as he prepares for a big move - but Sebastian powers out of the corner, driving Showtime flat down to the mat! Straddling his chest he delivers a barrage of heavy blows, Steve Shaw hovering over the two until finally breaking them apart. Cable begins to shout at Shaw, clearly disagreeing with his call, distracting St. Paul as Wryght lurches back to a standing position.

The crowd’s booing intensifies as Wryght perches on the ropes and showboating it up, when suddenly the jeers swell into an enormous cheer as a blur streaks towards the ring - none other than Justin “Stormm” Michaels! He slips under the bottom rope behind Shaw’s field of vision and catches Showtime in the backs of the knees with a vicious dropkick! Wryght drops and hits the mat like a ton of bricks, Stormm quick to begin laying kicks into his prone form. Finally the shouts of an irate Justin Kaard cut through the bickering of The New Breed and Shaw, who turns to see Stormm raising his leg for yet another stomp into Showtime’s prone form! Shaw signals for the bell and calls interference, awarding the win to Marshall’s Law!!

Winner: Marshall's Law via disqualification

--After the Bell--

After the bell sounds, Justin Kaard looks down at Showtime, still entangled with a very angry Stormm. An internal struggle briefly crosses his face as he watches Wryght absorb what could honestly only be considered justified punishment, but instead of helping he just gives a disappointed shake of the head and exits the ring, making his way up the ramp to the back. Stormm, shouting epithets at Showtime and continuing to lay into him, doesn’t notice Cable or Sebastian looming over the pair and glowering down at him.

Cable yanks Stormm up by the shoulders, delivering a few heavy right hands while St. Paul shoves Wryght out of the way with a rough boot to the midsection. Stormm does his best to struggle, but disoriented by the strikes from Cable’s massive fist he’s hoisted bodily into the air and released into an inverted atomic drop, St. Paul streaking in from the side with a running knee strike for the Annihilator!! Stormm lays totally senseless on the mat, medics closing in on the scene. The New Breed turns to look scornfully down at their erstwhile opponent, spitting down on his groggily stirring form before turning and leaving the ring without further incident.

[Murdoc]

MAIN EVENT
Non-Title Singles Match
“THE Asshole” Whitey Ford (INT ©) vs. “The Archangel” Gabriel Cross (N.A. ©)
Referee: Roberto Garcia

The crowd his hot with anticipation, but the moment the double bass pedal and screeching guitar of "Critical Acclaim" batters its way into the PCW Arena, the jeers nearly drawn out the song. Whitey Ford steps through the curtains, dragging the International Title on the ground and Johnny Veigns is right behind him. Ford scoops the title up, looking at the face plate and knocking, making a gesture relating to the events earlier in the night regarding his championship belt. Tossing it up, he lets it hang over his shoulder in a haphazard manner before chomping obnoxiously as he makes his way down the ramp. Veigns stays a couple of steps behind, watching silently as Ford makes his way towards the ring.

"Fucking soak it in, shitheads!"

Ford calls out, turning back towards the ring to extend both his arms outwards, barely holding on to the title strap with his right hand has he gives the crowd the bird. Trash begins to pour down entry way, but any that comes too close is swatted away by Veigns. Ford makes it to the ring, tossing the belt to the time-keeper at ring side as he looks up the ramp. The clapping soon transitions into the beat as "Power" plays and Gabriel Cross makes his way on to the stage, the North American Championship resting around his waist. He places both hands firmly on belt's face plate as he kneels down, the tails of his coat pooling up around his face. He exudes a disgusting amount of self-confidence as he staggers forward, rising to his feet and pressing his lower abdomen outwards, as if to make sure the crowd knows that he is the N.A. champion. Ford watches on from the ring, leaning against the ropes and urging Cross to move a little faster.

Cross throws up his hood, taking in the mixed reaction from the crowd. As he reaches the stairs he slips off the title belt and his jacket. Placing his right foot on the middle step, he holds the belt in the air before running up the ramp and taking to the turnbuckle. Standing atop it, he swings the title belt before jumping into the ring and brushing past Whitey Ford, shouldering him as he does so. Garcia quickly gets between Ford and Cross, as Cross steps away and hands his belt out. Garcia steps away and calls for the bell, Whitey Ford instantly charges! Cross backs away, slipping out of the ring and snickering as Ford leans against the ropes. Ford steps away, blowing some spit in the man's direction and waiting for him to reenter. Cross takes his sweet time, and the two circle. Cross steps in for the lock up but Whitey Ford greets him with a slap to the face before stepping away.

Cross looks stunned before holding his cheek and smirking. The two lock up again and this time it's Cross with the slap. Whitey's reaction isn't as subtle - Ford steps in, hitting a kick low on Cross' abdomen before stepping back and hitting a kick low kick to the side of Cross' head. Cross takes a knee and Whitey Ford begins to stomp away at the downed star, soon exchanging stomps with pounding forearm shots to the back. Garcia begins a count and at five he quickly steps in pulling Ford away, he's met with a swift "Fuck off" from the Asshole before he's sidestepped. Ford walks right into a waiting Gabriel Cross, who hits a stiff kick to Ford's stomach, doubling him over. Cross takes Ford's right arm and wrenches it, he then delivers a hard kick to Ford's chest before pulling him in for a short-arm clothesline. He falls for the pin.

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Ford kicks out, and the crowd boos. Cross steps back, measuring before stepping in and hitting a lightning fast fireman's carry. Ford hits the mat, sits up, and is met with a stiff kick to the back followed by another pinfall attempt.

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Ford kicks out, and the crowd once again boos. As Cross tries to lead Ford to his feet once again, he's met with a quick shoulder jawbreaker from Ford. As Cross stumbles away, he's soon met with the flailing strikes of Ford once more. Cornering Cross, Ford takes a hold of the top rope and begins to stomp into Cross' midsection. Garcia once again break up the action, but Ford only steps away for a moment. Rushing forward, he leaps into the air, planting his feet on Cross' chest and hitting a dropkick. Cross stumbles out of the corner, holding his chest, and turns right into a rebounding Whitey Ford who hits Cross with a running kenka kick. The blow knocks Cross to the ground, and Ford goes for the pin, pressing his forearm against Cross' face to push it in the canvas.

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A kick out from Cross! The crowd, oddly enough, seems relived, offering a bit of a cheer for the normally despised superstar. Whitey is first to his feet, stomping the rising Cross before leading him up by the chin and leveling hims with a standing vertical dropkick. Whitey Ford pops up, and Cross is slow to rise, Whitey continues to lead off with the brawling. With Cross standing, Forward kicks him in the gut, doubling him over, before hitting the nearby ropes and clipping left side of Cross' face with a low kenka kick. Cross is down once more, and Ford goes for the pin, once more shoving his forearm into Cross' face.

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Cross kicks out, and the crowd roars. Ford steps up, looking to the crowd and quickly gestures for them to shove off. Turning around, he's met with a standing Gabriel Cross who once again rushes in with a lightning fast fireman's carry. This time, he transitions into a headlock. Whitey squirms, using his legs to reach out for the ropes. Cross releases and Whitey Ford stands, but just as quickly he's taken down and placed in a headlock, this time in the center of the ring with nowhere to go. Whitey stomps his feet as Cross wrenches in the move, Ford begins to roll, trying to beak out but Cross simply adjusts. Ford begins throwing elbows into Cross' abdomen, and after a few he breaks the hold. Ford rushes to his feet, looking to take the momentum away but is caught in a quick spinebuster, Cross immediately pulls Ford's legs for a mounting pin.

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Ford kicks out, and he doesn't look too pleased at the way Cross tried to pin him. Ford charges, and Cross slips out. Ford gives chase, and as Cross runs around the ring he crashes right into Veigns. The monster of a man does nothing, but as Cross turns around he's met with a charging Ford who blast him with huge uppercut. Cross stumbles away, and when he turns he's planted firmly on the ground with a snap DDT. Ford stumbles to his feet, taking to the apron and waiting for Cross to rise. Cross does, and Ford jumps taking to the middle rope and flying back and hitting a plancha on Cross. Ford stumbles to his feet, approaching the time-keeper and holding his title in the air as the crowd absolutely floods him with hatred. He kisses the face plate before tossing it back at the time-keeper. As he turns around he's met with a charging Cross, who wipes Ford's face off with a running kenka kick. Ford falls limp across the announcer table and Cross takes a moment to gather himself before continuing.

Veigns watches on as Garcia keeps a close eye on the man. Cross approaches Ford, grabbing him by the nape of his neck and slamming his face on the announcer table. Ford stumbles away, holding his face but Cross is right on his heels. Ford turns in is met with a stiff elbow from Cross. Ford stumbles to the apron and slides into escape. Cross follows, but the moment he stands up, Ford stumbles to his knees and knocks out Cross' legs, dropping him throat first on the top rope. Ford quickly covers Cross for the pin.

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Kick out, and the crowd explodes. Ford stands up and goes crazy, stomping away at Cross while holding the top rope. He steps forward, putting his right boot on Gabriel's throat and standing on it. Garcia quickly steps in pulls Ford off, but Ford shoves him away and quickly gets into his face. This gives Cross the moment he needs. Cross climbs on to the apron, Ford turns and sees Cross going for the springboard forearm but he ducks it! Cross rolls, and stands but before he can turn around - Ford leaps into the air, catching Cross' neck with his legs and whipping backward, hitting a brutal looking reverse frankensteiner and rolling him over for the pin.

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Another last second kick out, and the crowd is white-hot. Ford begins to slip the mat, consumed with rage and begins to call for the end. Holding the top rope, he shakes it violently as Cross begins to rise - but that's when the music hit. Ace Anderson burst through the curtains like a bat out of hell, both Cross and Ford look on. It doesn't take long for Cross to slip out, gather his title at ringside and quickly hop the barricade and exit through the crowd, wanting no part of the enraged Ace Anderson. Veigns rushes Anderson, brawling briefly before Anderson lays him out. Ford paces back and forth, pulling at his hair before motioning for Anderson to bring it. Ace rushes forward, slipping between the bottom rope and Whitey Ford pounces - Garcia has no choice but to call for the bell.

Winner via Disqualification: Whitey Ford

-- Aftermath --

Ford stomps away but Ace Anderson quickly rises to his feet. hoisting Whitey Ford high into the air and slamming him down hard. Anderson mounts the International Champion, before throwing down a series of blows. Ford tries to cover up, but Ace Anderson is absolutely relentless.

"Not so funny now, is it!?"

Anderson calls out, as he batters Whitey Ford with blows. Ford tries to squirm away but Anderson drags him back by his ankle, forcing him to his feet before hitting another echoing spinebuster on the canvas. As he stands over the fallen Whitey Ford. Ace Anderson continues stomping away at Ford but soon the Fabulous Freebooters come running down the ramp. Slipping beneath the bottom rope, the two men stand and instantly pounce on Anderson from behind. Blow after blow, the beat the large man down to size before pressing him to the mat and stomping away. Whitey Ford makes a slow crawl towards the ropes and watches on as the tag team takes down the wrestling giant. But that's when The New Breed comes running out. The Freebooters waste no time, exiting the ring and meeting the team in front of the ring. Exchanging blows, the team brawls around the before separating and taking to different sides.

The four men brawl, Whitey Ford slipping out of the ring and falling to the floor when Showtime steps through the curtains. As he walks forward he's quickly knocked to ground by Stormm! Stormm begins to stomp away on Showtime as Ace Anderson slowly recovers in the ring. New Breed and The Freebooters are engaged in an all out war as Whitey Ford makes it to the time-keeper and hugs his title tightly. Falling into a heap in the corner as he watches on. Anderson, however, sees Whitey Ford and quickly exits the ring and gives chase, the two men meeting in front of the announcer tables and going at it head-to-head. The security team comes roaring through the curtains, lead by Double D. Skylar Marshall is directly behind him, barking out orders as they break up the fights in the arena. D'Angelo quickly separates Stormm and Showtime. As everyone is pulled apart, one man stands gazing upon all of the wreckage from the top of the stage - Justin Kaard.

As the show comes to a close, and everyone is held back, the camera is focused on a confused Skylar Marshall whose gaze is locked upon that of Justin Kaard.

--CLICK!--

_{Non Compos Mentis defeats Andy D via disqualifcation to win the Genesis Championship AND a Final Four spot
Wasp defeats Q via pinfall
'The Legacy' Dillon Durst defeats Anson via submission
Grimm defeats High Tide via pinfall to secure a Final Four spot
Ace Anderson defeats Stormm via pinfall to secure a Final Four spot
Kelli Starr defeats Rick Majors via count out to secure a Final Four Spot
Marshall's Law [Michael Wryght (World ©) & Justin Kaard] defeat The New Breed (Tag Team ©) via disqualification
Whitey Ford defeats Gabriel Cross via disqualification}


Many thanks to Kris, Chris, Rick and Mel.  And to everyone who sent segs/roleplayed.  I have to say I -really- enjoyed these results.  Lots of good work from everyone!  We're getting down to the nitty-gritty, let's keep the momentum going.