Trauma 140 Results!

[Murdoc]

We open the show with ‘Back in Black’ blaring over the loudspeakers. The crowd knows what that means and lets loose a torrential downpour of boos and hisses, Skylar Marshall making his way to the ring with great conviction and purpose. And, for the first time in a LONG time .... ALONE. He enters and doesn’t even wait for the crowd to settle down (they don’t) before speaking.

‘Ladies and gentlemen. As you can see, I am out here on OFFICIAL Pure Class business ... so let’s keep the cheers down to a dull roar, shall we?’ Cue more heavy boos and jeers. ‘We have a bit of a ... situation ... that needs addressing. I’ve been fielding questions and interviews and meetings with superstars, fans and the media alike. So I’m here to put to rest the rumors.’

‘MONROE ... Eira ... and their little friend ... ‘, little is said with great disdain and venomous jocularity ‘are NOT contracted talent of Pure Class Wrestling. They have NO right to be ANYwhere in the building and they DEFINITELY have NO right to be anywhere near Pure Class Wrestling’s prestigious championship titles. Now I know you’re in the back. I also know you’re not going to listen to me, being REGULAR PEOPLE such as you are and not Pure Class employees. Needless to say, the Greenville Police Department’s finest are scouring the building ... and you WILL be found and you WILL be arrested.’

The crowd lets fly a mixed reaction of boos and gasps, the severity of the situation hitting them.

‘Our first match is scheduled to be between Sterling Werner and Mr. ... Tickles.’ It’s almost as if he can’t believe he’s said the name. ‘Sterling, you began your tenure as a promising young star ... and Mr. Tickles, you began with great fanfare. But let’s face it: the two of you have fizzled out faster than ANYone could have imagined. Aaaaaand unfortunately, I’m feeling ... RUTHLESS, thanks to the recent pay-per-view. So here’s what going to happen: your upcoming match is going to be one fall ... and the loser will be REMOVED from the main roster. And the WINNER will receive a Genesis Championship shot next week. You might want to give it your all this time.’

The crowd actually cheers for this, figuring to see the REAL sparks fly to open the show. Skylar Marshall nods and finds himself smiling ever so faintly at the crowd reaction. ‘Now do I know business, or do I know BUSINESS?’ He throws the microphone out of the ring and moves to the commentary table. Which is good enough a cue as any as ...

Match One
Singles Match
Sterling Werner vs. Mr. Tickles
Referee: Melina Cruz

A black and white video tron fades in with the theme music showing an abandoned carnival in the middle of nowhere. A Merry-Go-Round circles around in addition to an old Ferris Wheel. Quick glimpses of Mr. Tickles spurt in and out with maniacal laughter. A funhouse in operation without a soul in sight captures the imagination. Articles of trash litter the ground in a wide panoramic view. You can see someone standing in a trench coat, next to a rail gate from afar, his hands slipped into the side pockets. The shot starts in closer with a slow, yet intense feel gaining speed as it draws nearer to the mysterious creeper. The camera angle switches to ground level and into the terrifying face of Mr. Tickles who has a sinister smile, peering with evil intent. Fade out- the arena turns pitch black

Two bright spotlights are panning all around with yellow and red (including a mixture of black) set lights. Two woman in exotic black and red latex Miss Jester costumes appear a few seconds into the chilling music. The lights provide a hard focus on the performers who seem to come out of nowhere, a little at a time. The woman jesters prance and skip, swinging their arms and swaying their head displaying over-the-top "cheesy" grins on their faces.

Controlled chaos can best describe the various acts, which include two trapeze artists swinging above the audience with no safety net, fireblower on the rampway, sky dancers, juggling shrunken heads, balancing human tower, acrobatics, a trampoline ejects a singlular act on each side of the stage as they do twists and flips. Tickles rides out on a large red tricycle...with a squeaky rusted wheel. Coming to a hault on stage. Mr. Tickles steps off, waiting paitently with his elbow bent out turned sideways facing the crowd.

Sindie, wearing a short black mini-skirt with red trim, a matching top and Black knee high-heel leather boots struts out towards Tickles. She crosses her arm into his as they make their way down to the ring now.The acts are simply going through the motions around them as he acknowledges some of their talents. Pointing or nodding with a light applause showing favor. Creating an interactive environment with the crowd. Black or red balloons are handed to the children in attendance.

Once at the bottom of the ramp next to the ring, Tickles ushers the performers away. Everything turns to its original state. Tickles holds the ropes open for Sindie as he takes off his top hat and curtsies her into the ring. He steps in through the ropes and takes off his jacket and vest, the black suspenders and white gloves stay on in addition to the bottom portion of his attire. Sindie takes his formal wear and cane stepping off the ring steps to watch from ringside.

The lights suddenly black out the Arena as strobes hit simultaneously with "YOU'VE GOT BLOOD ON YOUR HAAANNNDDSSSS!!...." jolting the un-expecting crowd from their seats as the lyrics to "Hollow King" come alive through the sound system. The majority of the crowd hyped up when they see their newest favorite PCW star, Sterling Werner, quickly ascend through the stage floor.

Only his shadowy figure can be seen until he steps forward as the Arena lights return to their original state, keeping the strobes in-sync with the theme song. Sterling makes a straight shot for the ring, looking to be all about business as his fans reach out to touch him if they can. He glances from side to side into the audience as he walks down the ramp, then focuses his attention to the ring.

He jumps onto the ring apron on one knee, pulling himself up with assistance from the ropes. He looks over his shoulder before getting inside. The Referee checks him down and he's good to go as his theme music dies down. Melina Cruz calls for the bell and the match is underway! The two men tie up in the middle of the ring.

Suddenly the Pure Class Faithful are plunged into darkness. Nothing, save for the sounds of their own murmured gasps and wonderings. The sharp and jolting voice of Trent Reznor blasts over the Pure Class sound system. ‘Happiness in Slavery’ by Nine Inch Nails begins to play and the crowd watches as EIRA steps out onto the stage in the brilliance of a single spotlight. Underneath the heavy gaze of the audience until Reznor brings the music lower and proclaims:

'Don’t open your eyes, you won’t like what you see ...’

It is at this point that two more spotlights fire up ... and MONROE and {BLACKED OUT} are on each side of her. The three waste no time before beginning the long walk to the ring. The crowd is mixed in reaction but it’s loud nonetheless. As the two reach the ring, MONROE walks to the steel ringside steps and ascends while {BLACKED OUT} pulls himself onto the apron from the floor and enters by stepping over the top rope. Eira circles around to the back and ... for a moment ... the ring is fully surrounded.

Sterling Werner and Mr, Tickles have separated now, but the two of them are outnumbered and outmatched. MONROE rushes Mr. Tickles and ducks when Tickles attempts a retaliatory clothesline. As he slips behind Tickles, MONROE hops up and nails a violent Shotgun Dropkick to the back ... forcing him into a waiting {BLACKED OUT} who delivers a vile Heart Punch to the creepy clown’s sternum. Sterling left on his own, Eira swoops in with a leg sweep that drops Sterling to the mat with a thud.

{BLACKED OUT} grabs MONROE and whips him into the ropes, lifting him off the mat on the rebound into a flapjack type maneuver ... even going so far as to pull him back down to Earth with added velocity. MONROE lands a destructive forearm to the face and head area of Sterling Werner. The sick crack of forearm on skull echoes in the front row ... and Sterling and Mr. Tickles BOTH are unmoving as MONROE and {BLACKED OUT} returning to standing positions ... MONROE eerily calm and {BLACKED OUT} trembling with adrenaline and rage.

It is Eira who gets in Melina Cruz’s face and demands that the two men are counted out, for neither is moving on the mat. She has no choice but begin the count ... slow ... but a count nonetheless. As she reaches 10 she has no choice but to call for the bell.

Winner: No Contest

The crowd is LIVID at the cheap ending of the opening contest. MONROE, Eira and {BLACKED OUT} are all three in the center of the ring. Eira motions for the nearest microphone and receives it with very little hesitation. She casts her gaze DIRECTLY at Skylar Marshall who immediately begins to move from the announce table towards the entrance way. All three watch him intently, a predatory stare as he walks up the ramp to the entranceway. To stay at ringside would definitely NOT be a wise business move.

‘Are you paying attention NOW, Pure Class Wrestling? DO WE HAVE YOUR ATTENTION NOW?!’

Eira’s voice echoes throughout the arena, violent and jarring. Her eyes are cold, but burn with intensity unmatched. ‘Now that we have your precious championships, Pure Class Superstars ... do we have your attention?’ MONROE shoulders the World and International championship belts while {BLACKED OUT} has the Tag Team championships clasped around his chest in an X pattern, firm and resolute in their stance.

The crowd jeers and cheers, neither reaction overtaking the other. ‘You would think that something like this would never happen. Or COULD never happen. A small group of people, turning a MULTI-BILLION DOLLAR COMPANY on its’ ear. But let’s face it: that’s what happens everyday in the real world! And finally, the Real World has met Fantasy Land.’

‘Here in FANTASY LAND, a group of NOBODIES can represent this company and the public can be PROUD of it! The Flying Freebooters as the Tag Team Champions?! Congratulations, it only took you about 15 tries to squeak a win out ... WELL DONE!’ {BLACKED OUT}’s pectoral muscles strain against the leather belts he is adorned with. ‘Here in FANTASY LAND, your World Champion ... YOUR WORLD CHAMPION ... is a punk kid who was grandfathered into the spot by the man who has done everything to run this company into the GROUND. This all under the auspices of GOOD BUSINESS.’

The crowd knows who she is talking about and react with a fresh round of jeers for Justin Kaard, the World Champion ... and Skylar Marshall. ‘You have this rather erotic fixation of what’s good for business, Marshall. You think you know what’s good for business. You know what’s NOT good for business? Men like Tyrone Smith and Michael Wryght being anywhere near a championship title match.’

‘Know what else isn’t good for business? Finding nothing but filler matches for Andy D and Phinehas Grimm, two of your highest quality talents! And do you know what else isn’t good for business? DISCRIMINATION.’ The crowd’s hushed murmur and whispered gasps begin to snake around the arena. ‘That’s right. Due to a certain incident a few months ago, one of the men in the ring was released from his contract ... while on the SAME program, people involved with one of your championship divisions managed to slip by with GUNPLAY in the backstage area. One man was fired ... and the others were OVERLOOKED!’

{BLACKED OUT}’s face, or what can be seen of it, manages to twist into an even MORE furious visage than before. ’The OTHER man in this ring is a world-class talent with offers from all across the GLOBE to ply his craft who was allowed to slip through the cracks in favor of a bumbling con artist like Gabriel Cross!‘ MONROE lays the championship belts he holds beside and behind him, while {BLACKED OUT} places a belt in front of the three and a belt on the only remaining side ... closing up the square with them inside.

‘Until your quote unquote superstars earn their prestigious championships, we who are cast out ... we who are removed from history ... we who are NOTHING to you ... would like to say one thing. You want these belts, 'champions’? EARN THEM! Show why you deserve to have them! You superstars are coddled and babysat and WEAK and your company ... your helpless FANS, the people who pay hard-earned money to watch your failures! ... THEY SUFFER!’

Eira picks up the International championship and looks at it, Whitey Ford’s name etched in the nameplate firmly. ‘There is ... one exception. THIS belt we cannot in good conscience hold. At this time, we’d like the rightful owner ... WHITEY FORD ... to come to the ring to retrieve the belt that was stolen from him at Game Over 3. We would like to return it to you.’ The crowd murmurs, fully expecting Whitey Ford to come down and collect his title. Instead ...

... two dozen uniformed police officers, followed by Skylar Marshall himself ... are beginning to make their way to the ring. The three in the ring watching as the battalion of armed officers file towards the ring. Behind THEM are The Flying Freebooters, Johnathan Cable and Justin Kaard ... ALL looking to get the belts back into their own possession. As the literal MASS of humanity makes it to the ring, the lights are cut and a LOUD explosion rings out through the arena. The ring ropes are lit ablaze and the Untouchables are gone ... with some parting words played softly over the loudspeakers.

‘It is time to right the wrongs ... ‘

[Murdoc]

Match Two
Singles Match
Q vs. Tyrone Smith
Referee: Nolan Burke

The sound of rocket ships can be heard in the background. The low ... but steadily rising rumble of engines. WHOOSH. KSSSSSSSSH. The doors open and ...

... out rolls the FUNK. Q steps out as the music starts, the crowd getting into that fresh, tasty jam. He's smiling and bobbing his head as he walks to the ring in step with the beat. Slapping hands. Kissing babies. Showing off signs dedicated to him, or anything he thinks is creative or noteworthy. The lights pulsate in multi-colored hues. the music kicking into full swing as he finishes his walk to the ringside area.

The atmosphere has shifted from one of combat to one of FUN.

As he enters the ring, he catapults himself over the top rope and rolls in, sprinting towards the hard camera and getting RIGHT in its' focus, shaking it and directing it out to the crowd in attendance ... who are engaging in a party as he waits to start.

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 of a 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 match to be officially underway.

The referee checks to make sure both participants are ready ...

DING DING DING!

Q is back to his carefree attitude while Crazy Boy is ... well, as he always has been: a little bit crazy. Crazy Boy rushes in and Q immediately stops him in mid-run ... hands out towards Crazy Boy. After a few tense moments, Q’s ears seem to prick and Q stares up at the ceiling. The match all but having lost his interest, his eyes remain fixated on one spot at the top of the arena. The crowd is confused. Many look along with Q, hoping to catch a glimpse at ... well ... whatever it is he’s looking at.

The referee looks at Crazy Boy and shrugs, looking up at the ceiling as well with his hands on his hips. Crazy Boy finally having had enough of Q’s monkeyshines, he ... looks up as well? Everyone in attendance now staring at the ceiling, Q shrugs and comes back from the sky ... finding everyone looking at the ceiling. What are they all looking at? He shrugs and looks up again. Finally, Crazy Boy has gotten his fill of watching nothing and boots Q in the gut, doubling him over and bringing everyone back to reality.

Several heavy shots by Crazy Boy and Q is reeling. A final shove and Q is in the corner, arms draped over the top ropes on either side. Crazy Boy licking his hand, he rears back and lands a VICIOUS knife edged chop to the chest. Q’s suit just barely protecting him at all, the impact is still felt as Q screams out an ‘OWWWWWWW!’, to which the crowd winces in pain for the Single Letter Superstar.

A second chop attempt, but Q instinctively grabs the wrists and pivots, pulling Crazy Boy over him and into the turnbuckles back-first. As Crazy Boy slides to the ground to land on his shoulders and neck, Q grabs Crazy Boy’s legs at the ankles and falls back, attempting an inverted catapult to send him into the center of the ring ... but instead, the back of Crazy Boy’s head smacks the bottom turnbuckle as his legs are hyper-extended on Q’s bent knees. An odd submission if there ever were one, the referee cannot allow it to remain in place as Crazy Boy IS technically in the ropes.

Beginning to count, Q lets go after two ... the two only because Q has a hard time crawling out from underneath Crazy Boy .... and begins to drag the fallen opponent towards the middle of the ring. Beginning to help him up, Crazy Boy reaches under and hooks the leg of Q, tripping him backwards to the mat and falling on top for a surprise one-count!

Crazy Boy popping back up, Q moves to his feet in a Quick fashion as well ... the two squaring off again. Q and Crazy Boy locking up, it’s a struggle for position and Q is again caught on the receiving end ... this time, Crazy Boy pushing Q into the ropes through sheer brute force. As Q is forced back, Crazy Boy pushes with all his mass and uses the ropes to slingshot Q across the ring. Q bounds to the other side in a blur of multi-colored goodness ... Crazy Boy waiting with a tilt-a-whirl.

Q avoids the backbreaker and lands on his feet, throwing a knee to the gut of Crazy Boy. As Smith doubles over, Q hops over him and attempts a sunset flip pinfall. Crazy Boy, ever the veteran of the ring, rolls through and aims directly at Q’s head with a dropkick. Q putting his forearms up in self-defense, Smith rolls 45 degrees to Q’s right and once Q lowers his arms ... BAM! Dropkick to the side of the head. Q down, Crazy Boy dives in for the pin attempt.

1 ...

2 ...

... Q kicks out at two and a half. Crazy Boy on the attack, he drags Q to his feet ... and Q latches on to Crazy Boy’s pectorals. It’s a Purple Nurple OH MY GODDDDDDDDDD! Crazy Boy slapping Q in the face repeatedly to break the hold, he’s finally free and staggers Q with a forearm to the chest. As Q wobbles, Crazy Boy slides in and applies his own nerve hold ... a Vulcan Nerve Hold to be exact. As Q fights off the hold, the pace is slowed considerably ... and Q’s reality bending momentum-moves are nullified as Smith brings it down a notch ... placing himself FIRMLY in control.

The crowd behind both men, Q manages to reach a hand up and grabs Crazy Boy by the pinky finger of the claw-holding hand. Pulling the hand down at a violent angle, he stands with Crazy Boy’s arm hyper-extended on his shoulder. Crazy Boy lifted to the tips of his toes, Q rolls and brings Crazy Boy with him ... landing on top with a low-impact steamroller that leaves Crazy Boy prone on the mat.

The Crazy One cradling the wounded arm, Q crawls to the ropes and is shocked to find Nathan Saniti sneaking to the ring. Head still bowed, he bides his time ... watching ... waiting ...

Nathan hits the ringside mat and Q EXPLODES with a red mist that stuns even Nathan! The mist wafting in the air conditioned breeze, his eyes are locked with Saniti’s. The red dripping from his mouth and down his chin, he looks ... oddly evil. Sliding backwards away from the ropes, Q’s watching Nathan with the eyes of a cornered animal. His opponent behind him ... an ill-intending former friend in front of him. He has nowhere to go. Nowhere except ...

UP!

Q hops to his feet and is just in time to catch Crazy Boy with a hip toss. Crazy Boy rolling through, he leans against the ropes in a kneeling position and waits for Q to rush in. Q takes off with finality in mind! Is it time for the QFT!? The dash adding some serious momentum, Q is stunned when Crazy Boy drops with the middle rope in hand ... forcing Q to trip over him and barrel out of the ring through the ropes ... RIGHT INTO NATHAN SANITI!

The two sprawled on the floor, Q begins to stir ... but VERY slowly ... as the referee begins to count.

The crowd is on their feet, urging him to climb back in.

2 ...

3 ...

4 ...

Q is on his hands and knees, crawling the wrong way ... trying to pull himself up on the barricade. The crowd is trying to help him to his feet, but his body is wracked with pain after that hellacious tumble.

5 ...

6 ...

7 ...

Q is on his feet and is stumbling his way to the apron. Looks as though the match will continue after all ...

8 ...

9 ...

Q dives for the apron ... but there’s Nathan! From the ground, Nathan whips his scarf at the head of Q, snapping him with a vicious towel pop that dazes the Single Letter Superstar. Q stopped from entering the ring at the very last second! Q falls back out onto the floor, it’s a travesty but ...

... 10!!!!

Winner: Crazy Boy by countout

Nathan finally making it to his feet, he begins to savagely attack a winded Q. The crowd jeers as Nathan lays into the Single Letter Superstar, even going so far as to dust him off before putting him back to the floor with a feral headbutt. Crazy Boy standing in the middle of the ring watching the attack, he can stand it no longer. A competitive match ruined by this ... not on HIS watch!

With a bounce and a leap, Crazy Boy is over the top rope and down to block the next strike by Nathan! Crazy Boy is coming to the aid of his downed opponent! Clearly not ready to fight off two men, now that Q has been given the chance to recuperate somewhat .... Saniti decides that retreat is the better option and does so ... leaving Crazy Boy to assist Q to his feet with the help of the referee as we go backstage to ...

****

There's a loud, mixed pop from the crowd as Miyoko Kawashima is shown escorting Tristan Slater down the backstage hallway. Miyoko is dressed in a short red mini shirt with a black halter top that reads T-Slater across the front while Tristan's yet to dress in his ring gear. He's dressed in a Black D&G all black suit. ‘Why do I have to do this?"

Tristan sarcastically spouts out as they reach a door marked "Cory Steel".

"Because you have to play nice for the time being, AND we don't want fired on our first night with this company."

"I feel like I should have brought a..." Tristan eyes dart to the right where a mop is shown leaning up against the wall. "Ah. Perfect." Tristan reaches over taking the mop by its handle. "I was raised to bring house warming gifts". Miyoko rolls her eyes before knocking on Cory's door.

"I hope this is good."

Second pass before Cory Steel is shown opening the door to his locker room. "You..."

Cory starts towards Miyoko.

"Me again, but this time I've brought your partner." Miyoko steps to the side where for the first time all week Cory and Tristan are a mere feet from each other. "Brought you something." Tristan passes the mop to Cory who is far from impressed.

"Really funny."

"Why thank you. I'm going to cut to the chase. Miyoko has told me she's spoken to you already, but to reinforce what you two talked about... leave John Cable to me. If you stick to my plan than tonight your return will be marked with a victory." Cory attempts to speak only to have Tristan cut him off.

"Follow me tonight, kid. It will only lead to the pay window." Tristan looks down at Miyoko. “Where is my locker room in this shithole?"

Miyoko begins to lead Tristan away from Cory's door when cameras cut back to Cory, mumbling under his breath.

"What a dick."

****

Match Three
Singles Match
Genesis Championship
Arica Lewitt vs. Nathan Saniti (Champion)
Referee: Eric Russo

The gritty, dystopian opener to R.E.M.’s “Circus Envy” sounds over the PCW loudspeakers as Saniti strolls out from the back. He pays no attention whatsoever to the jeers of the audience, and jeers there ARE. The PCW Faithful seem none too pleased with his treatment of his erstwhile teammate, or even the rest of the company, since his return. Standing atop the ramp, cane planted firmly in front of him, purple smoke envelopes Saniti completely. Just as the smoke enshrines him, a line of pyro blasts a path straight down to the bottom of the ramp. Once the smoke clears from the final boom, Saniti has appeared! He then casually strolls up to the steps and into the ring, his unsettling and unhinged smile decorating his face. He gives several flourishing bows to the jeering crowd, the demented grin still firmly in place.

As Taylor Swift‘s “I Knew You Were Trouble” begins to play over the speakers the lights cut out completely, leaving the arena cloaked in darkness. As the dulcet voice of Taylor Swift sings “Trouble, trouble, trouble,” a spotlight flashes on Trouble each time her name is sung and the crowd can barely make out Trouble standing in the middle of the ramp as the spotlight flashes. Eventually the lights come back on, and she is standing in the middle of the ring, staring straight at N. Saniti with hard, dark eyes. Climbing the turnbuckle she shouts at the crowd, ranting and gesturing to get a rise out of them, but they seem more interested in Saniti behind her - pointing one finger at her back and twirling another about his ear in the time-honored sign for ‘crazy’. Arica catches sight of his antics on the tron, and immediately reacts!

Hopping off the turnbuckle she darts forward to Saniti, getting RIGHT in his face, starting the match with shove as Russo calls for the bell! Saniti is knocked back a step, caught off guard more than anything, and makes a show of dusting off the front of his offensively-clashing suit as he leers disdainfully down at Arica. Sticking his finger right in her face, he ticks it back and forth, shaking his head - the cameras zooming in to catch him mouthing “No, no, no. Naughty!” to the smaller competitor. The crowd seems unsure of how to react, Arica not having gained any degree of popularity, but also not having earned the sheer amount of loathing that N. Saniti has garnered with his madness as of late. This all, however, means exactly nothing to PCW’s brand of Trouble; a wicked little smile crosses her lips as she drops to deliver a high-angle sweep kick, taking Saniti out at the backs of the knees with a vicious tug!

Saniti, briefly disoriented and flat on his back, is put into a figure four leglock by the canny Arica Lewitt! With both Saniti’s shoulders touching the mat, Russo goes in for a quick count:

...1!

..no!

Saniti wrenches himself free, using sheer mass and strength to power out of the hold and away from the hasty pin attempt. At the same time, Arica rolls away from the site of the pin, not nearly green enough to be caught in a compromising position. Looking distinctly aggravated at his own carelessness, Saniti shrugs his shoulders back, the area around his eyes darkening faintly as he regards his opponent with a sharper attention. Lunging forward he grabs her into a standing armbar, throwing her into a quick Irish whip! Trouble rides out the rebound off the ropes, her lower center of gravity affording her the opportunity to HAMMER Saniti’s abdomen with a savage spear, the impact thrusting upwards into his ribcage! She nimbly somersaults with the impact of landing, on her feet again and scaling a turnbuckle as Saniti - the wind knocked clean out of him owing to the strike zone - struggles to rise as quickly as his opponent. Trouble readies herself, leg muscles bunching for launch as she lets fly a frog splash towards Saniti still writing on the mat - just one camera angle catching the deranged smile suddenly lighting up his face as he rolls out of the way just before she lands!

Arica crashes and burns, her forearms and knees taking most of the impact - just before her face hits the mat; inertia can be damnably inconvenient at times. Saniti wastes no time with theatrics or admonishments, instead lifting her bodily into the air and smashing her into the mat with a German suplex, multicolored confetti flying from his sleeves in an incongruently festive display. Arica, most certainly in Trouble, is kept from rising by N. Saniti; quicker than he would appear to be, he puts her into a quick pin while she’s still disoriented, Eric Russo moving in to make the count.

...1!

...2!

..-kickout!

The clock still counting down and nearing the Genesis rules time limit with only 5 minutes left, Arica kicks out VIOLENTLY and the pin is released! Since her signing on to PCW, the pint-size package of Trouble hasn’t managed to gain the traction or respect she deserves - and she has had ENOUGH. With a snarl transforming her features, she runs straight at N. Saniti, letting loose a furious salvo of strikes! Knees, elbows, chops, anything and everything she can do to keep Saniti on the defensive. Saniti manages to block most of the strikes, his face twisting in aggravated displeasure at the barrage, her attacks keeping him occupied with defending himself rather than leveling any attacks of his own! Undaunted, N. Saniti surges forward, his sheer mass sending her stumbling back towards the middle of the ring! Saniti hops up onto the ropes, leaping towards her in an attack and - Saniti is in SUPER TROUBLE!!!! Trouble locks her left leg, anchoring her firmly to the ground, striking upwards with her right leg to stop Nathan’s attack mid-air with a perfectly executed superkick!! Saniti drops to the ground like a sack of wet cement, all his forward momentum abruptly turned into DOWNWARD momentum. Arica stalks forward with savage determination, rolling Saniti up for a pin!

...1!

...2!

...3!!!

Eric Russo calls for the bell, signaling the end of the match!! N. Saniti still off in his own world on the mat, Trouble moves forward to accept the belt, her hand raised in congratulations as the winner of the match - and PCW’s new Genesis champion! A genuine smile on her face, she casts one more glance towards Saniti’s now stirring form and slips from the ring, striding with pride and purpose having finally gained respect in her new federation home.

...but something wicked this way comes! Saniti has risen to his knees and sees Trouble walking towards the back with the Genesis belt, with -HIS- belt, and lets loose a raw scream of fury, the area around his eyes going full black, the yellow more piercing and disturbing than ever. He leaps THROUGH the ropes and hits the ground running, unbeknownst to an Arica Lewitt still high off her major win - until she sees him on the tron! Spinning around she backs up a few steps, glancing around in a panic as she sees no easy way to halt his furious charge, PCW security still too far away to help. But...what’s this!? A blur of colors and the crowd EXPLODES into cheers, for none other than the Single Letter Superstar, Q himself, has come out of the back to face down his erstwhile teammate and protect the newest Genesis champion - or perhaps the belt itself?

He can be seen on the tron with Saniti, Arica having made an intelligent retreat to the backstage area, Saniti halting and staring Q down with pure malevolence as he roars almost incoherently at his former friend.

“That’s MINE! Give it BACK!! What ELSE do you mean to take from me, you traitorous turncoat!? First you abandon me, gain glory in my absence that I took fair and square from you as is my RIGHT, and now you’re going to let that little waif of a girl run off with MY belt!?”

Q‘s expression is a bit sad, compassionate, but completely determined. “She won. It is no longer yours. This isn’t who you ARE, Nathan, we can HELP you!”

Nathan takes steps forward aggressively, Q shifting the balance of his weight to a defensive stance but refusing to give an inch in ground. PCW security almost to the pair now, the two previous Genesis champions seem to be at a stalemate in their stand off.

“Give it back, Q. I will not warn you again. I should never have warned you the first time. It is MINE, and I WILL have it back. I will tear it from whomever I must to hold what belongs to ME.”

“It doesn’t belong to anyone, Nathan. It belongs to all of us. It’s the Genesis, the beginning, the place to start and come back to when we don’t know where to go anymore.”

Security officials reach them, flanking Nathan and beginning to escort him towards the backstage area, Q watching them go with a thoughtful expression on his face as the camera feed cuts and goes to commercial.

[Murdoc]

We’re backstage now in front of a Generic Promotional Background (remember them?) where we find PCW Star Andy D sitting on a stool.

Andy: Oh hi there, how are you. Andy D here, in case you couldn’t tell by the hat. Apparently, demographic testing has show I’m one of the more popular stars here in PCW. So I have been asked, and by that I mean it’s legally written into my contract, to host this. Each week, until the management get bored and scrap this or until they find some hot girl who’ll work cheep enough, I’ll be going through some of the things you guys have been saying out there in the twittersphere. That’s right, your about to have social media shoved down your throats on a wrestling show.

Andy grabs a tablet device from a small plinth that’s just slightly of screen and starts pushing at stuff on the screen.

Andy: Ok, so the obvious thing all you Faithful have been on about is of course Game Over 3, which was trending well into the week after it first aired. And lets be honest, what a damn awesome show it was as well. One of the more talked about stuff that I saw was of course the NA title match. You know, it was a great match and so many different styles back to back made this one of the great matches of the night. And yes, there was a moment by me that has been added to ‘the highlight reel’ when I spun over Grimm and won that match. And I think it’s really cool you guys have made comments like how the moment was a ‘great piece of skill,’ ‘an amazing impact’ several have even said it was a ‘complete and total fluke.’ By the way, you guys are 100% accurate on that last point.

Andy again scrolls and clicks on the tablet he holds in his hands, looking at the screen as he does.

Andy: But hey, this isn’t about me this is about you and PCW as a whole, so let’s have a look what you’ve been saying about the Tag Team match featuring the Mystery Opponents who never showed. There’s been a lot of speculation it seems about who that team was supposed to be. Was it suppose to be the Southern Renegades, who were outside entertaining the Faithful before the show? Was it the unknown attackers who later revealed themselves at the end of Game Over? Was it some other new and unknown signing who got cold feet and never arrived at the arena? There has even been speculation that it was suppose to have been the 2Guys who instead ended up getting drunk in a bar in Miami instead of showing up to the PPV. Well I can exclusively reveal that the actual truth is that the 2Guys have not been in a Miami bar in several years. Beyond that, I don’t know any more than you do but I have enjoyed reading all your speculations about who they were and what happened to them, definitely keep that up.

More checking, pushing and flicking his finger across the screen of the tablet in his hands

Andy: Ok, time for a couple more of the more tweeted about aspects of Game Over was the International Title match. And man, were there a lot of different topics covered. From the Lumberjacks and their involvement within the match, to Ace and Ford themselves and several different highlighted moments were constantly tweeted about for ages after this. But of course the number one thing mentioned about this match was how it ended and the outrage that the Faithful had that this one never ended. But don’t worry, cause tonight these two face back up in a rematch and I know you’re already hyped, as #acevford2 is already trending. And can I just say thank you for using that hashtag, because Ace v Ass 2 sounds like a really bad porno name. Just saying!

You might be able to guess what Andy’s about to do to his tablet right here. Yep, that’s right, more pushing and flicking to click and scroll and open and all that other stuff you can’t see. To be honest, you viewers cant even tell if the tablet is on, let alone what Andy’s reading off it

Andy: And now the big one. The world Championship match. The Faithful have been talking about it for a long time now and in particular, the brand new champion Justin Kaard. Now I would say congratulations to him but it seems like a lot of you guys don’t agree. Claiming that he’s undeserving, that he didn’t quit Skylar Marshall soon enough. That the only reason he’s the champion right now is because he was handed it to him on a silver platter. You know what I think? Sure, maybe he was handed the opportunities. Maybe the only real accomplishments Kaard has in his resume were given to him by other people. But to say he’s not World Championship material? Did he not just defeat two people who were World Championship material at the PPV? Tonight he has to face the current Tag Team Champions and we’ll truly see if he’s World Championship material. My guess is that after this match tonight, you’ll definitely have something to tweet about Justin Kaard.

Leaning slightly of to his left, Andy places the tablet back on the plinth from which he got it from

Andy: Well that’s all we’ve got time for. Maybe I’ll see you next time depending on how you guys react to this segment on twitter. Oh and in before someone tells me this segment took more than 140 characters.

With a large beaming smile from Andy, we fade out of this and go to wherever else it is we need to go.

Match Four
Tag Team Match
The New Breed Foundation vs. Cory Steel & Tristan Slater
Referee: Austin Shaw

Introducing First...

The arena turns red and black, and "Oblivion" by Mastodon hits! Cory Steel emerges from the back a calm and focused look on his face. He walks down the ramp with no intentions of anything else except winning his match, he rolls under the bottom rope quickly getting to his feet and goes straight to his corner. Taking a hair tie from his pocket he pulls his hair back and then remains still.

… And his Tag Team Partner here tonight...

Look in my eyes, what do you see?
Cult of personality
I know your anger, I know your dreams
I've been everything you want to be
I'm the cult of personality .... !

There's a very split reaction from the PCW crowd as Miyoko Kawashima leads THE Tristan Slater out to the top of the ramp. Tristan is decked out in his wrestling gear with a t-shirt that reads "BEAST MODE: ENGAGE" written across the front in big bold letters. ‘Cult of Personality’ by Living Colour plays over the loudspeaker system.

As the guitar solo hits Miyoko begins to lead Tristan towards the ring, hand in hand. Miyoko and Tristan reach ringside where they part hands. Tristan leans down giving Miyoko a soft kiss on the lips. Tristan makes his way up the steel steps to the ring apron where he scales the turnbuckles. With one foot on the middle rope and one on the top turnbuckle Tristan screams out at the top of his lungs.

"BEAST MODEEEEEEEEEE!"

Tristan jumps down into the squared circle where he completely ignores Cory as he uses the top rope to stretch out as the music fades away.

… And their Opponents tonight...

Blue spotlights flash to life on either side of the stage and twirl away into the crowd timed to the beat as the guitars come to life and the beginning of Two Steps From Hell 'Jump' begins to play. As the horns build to a crescendo, and the guitars really begin to jam, two 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 holding their hands up high in the air as they are joined by a third figure in silhouette.

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 John Cable, Sebastian St. Paul, and the Citizen. John and SSP rush the ring slapping hands with fans on both side of the aisle cheering wildly as Tristan Slater and Cory Steel make their way to the floor outside the ring. The New Breed slide in under the bottom rope as the stirring melody of the horns picks up and the crowd goes wild with cheers for the former PCW Tag Team Champions as they put up their fists like they are ready for a fight, then climb opposite turnbuckles showing off to the fans before they hop down into the ring again as the music dies out and the lights come back on. Citizen finally makes his way to ringside, but it looks like Johnathan Cable isn't waiting for a bell here tonight!

Cable grabs Cory Steel over the top rope and drags him back into the ring bodily as he was preparing to let Tristan Slater start things off. Slater looks on helplessly as Austin Shaw ushers him into his corner.

Cable, tossing Steel onto the mat over the top rope, doesn't wait for the bell at all, and drops his massive frame down on top of Cory, drilling him a solid shot with a falling elbow smash that rocks the returning Superstar. John floats over Steel on the mat, and drives his huge knee into the side of Cory's head as the Beast holds him down with both hands not once, not twice, but three times!

Cable doesn't hesitate at all going for the pin as he drops on Steel and waits for the count... staring at Tristan Slater in the corner the whole time.

One...

Two...

And Steel kicks out as Slater stares daggers at Cable from the corner.

Cable presses his elbow into the head of Cory Steel, and pushes himself up off the mat, using his face for leverage. Cory flails a bit, his arms and legs desperate to find grip and right himself, finally gets out from under John and rolls away, quickly getting to his feet and rushing Cable, drawing up and measuring for the shot...

A quick right jab...

Cable ducks left and then bobs back to the right...

Cory follows him, weaving back and forth as he shadows Cable backpedaling across the ring.

Cory feigns a left hook, and then delivers a solid European uppercut that leaves John staggered for a split second... just long enough for Steel to follow up with a stiff, straight right that sends Cable to the mat hard. As Shaw reprimands Steel for the closed fists, Cory hooks the leg and goes for the win.

One...

Two...

Thr...

And Cable kicks out just in time!

Steel dives for a tag with the waiting Tristan Slater, who hops lithely over the top rope and circles the downed Cable. As John makes it to his knees, Slater rebounds off the ropes, leapfrogs over John, and leaps onto the middle rope on the far side. Slater releases and lands a text book slingshot body press, hooking the leg for the pin... but wait!

Cable rolls through and hooks Slater's leg instead as Shaw goes for the count on Slater!

One...

Two...

But Slater kicks out easily in two...

Tristan, the first to his feet now, launches into the ropes and rebounds with a drop kick that sends Cable sprawling across the mat.

”Get up, Cable! You've got more fight in you than that!” Slater shouts at him as he makes his way to his feet and stalks towards him across the ring.

Slater helps Cable to his feet by his mask, and then Irish whips him into the far side, going for a spinning back elbow smash, but Cable stops short, and wraps his arms around Slater's waist, hoisting him up and dropping him hard with a massive belly to back suplex.

Cable gets to his feet as Slater climbs to his using the ropes, and the Beast backs Tristan into the neutral corner, pressing up on his chin with one massive forearm, stretching him out onto his tippy-toes. Shaw begins the count to get Slater out of the corner, but Cable has other plans as he swings his other arm over the top and clubs Slater with a huge overhand forearm smash to the chest. That blow really knocked the breath out of Tristan Slater, and Shaw warns Cable to get out of the corner.

Cable, seeming to take the hint, walks two steps out of the corner, grabs the top rope in both hands, and drives his huge frame back first into Slater in the corner. Shaw warns John to get out of the corner for the last time, and Cable grabs Slater over his shoulder, and pulls him to the mat and out of the corner with an easy snap mare.

Cable lines Slater up, and drops a driving elbow, but Tristan rolls out of the way, and rolls to his feet. Slater and Johnathan stare at each other across the ring now, before Cable gets to his feet, and both men finally tie up, jockeying for leverage. Their battle spins them towards the ropes, then their momentum carries them right along as they roll along the top rope, spinning round and round as they make their way around the ring.

Shaw signals the tag as Sebastian tags himself in on their way by and he steps in through the ropes. SSP waits for a moment, timing it just right, as he launches across the ring and collides with Slater and Cable sending them both spilling over the top rope to the outside with a huge clothesline. Both men slump together in a heap after the long fall to the outside, but Sebastian has other things to worry about right now...

Sebastian runs across the ring, and drills Cory Steel on the apron with a stiff forearm shot for good measure, taunting him into the ring as Shaw begins the count on Tristan Slater.

One...

Two...

Steel flies through the ropes and is joined in the middle of the ring by SSP.

Three...

Four...

The pair trade rights back and forth, over and over again driving heavy shots to the face until Steel finally connects with one solid blow and gains the advantage.

Five...

Six...

Cable and Tristan struggle to their feet on the outside as Steel drops Sebastian to the mat with a solid final right hand, and slides under the bottom rope beside them.

Seven...

Eight...

Cory grabs Slater, and rolls him back into the ring as Shaw reaches Nine and breaks the count.

In the middle of the ring Sebastian is getting to his feet, and on the outside, Cable is beginning to come to as well. Steel grabs Slater and pulls him back to the outside directing him around the ring to their corner. Slater gets the plan and wobbles around the ring as Cory gets back into place in the corner. Slater slides in under the bottom rope, and instantly tags in an amped-up Cory Steel, then rolls back to the outside to take a breather after that nasty tumble over the top.

Steel leaps into action immediately, and pushes SSP into the ropes, whipping him into the far side and waiting in the middle of the ring, he drives a hard knee into Sebastian's mid-section that doubles him over. Steel pulls Sebastian's right arm through his legs, and hoists SSP high into the air with a Gutbuster Powerbomb, and hooks his legs for the pin...

One...

Two...

Thre...

But Sebastian kicks out just in time. Frustrated, Cory gets to his feet and lays a couple of hard boots to the side of Sebastian St. Paul, and then comes off the ropes, driving his shin right into the face of SSP!

Cory lifts Sebastian to his feet with a hand full of hair, and backs him into the ropes, peppering him with several sharp knife edge chops before whipping him across the ring. SSP rebounds, and comes sailing back at him, where Steel goes for a big boot, but Sebastian ducks under it and launches himself off of the opposite side. Cory tries a spinning back elbow smash this pass, but SSP ducks under again, and once more rifles into the ropes. Steel, not taking any chances this time, takes chase and catches Sebastian coming off the ropes with a huge power slam!

Cory hooks the leg and Shaw starts the count...

One...

Two...

Thr...

But SSP kicks out in time.

Sebastian is slow to get to his feet this time, but Cory measures him up, and goes for a full nelson suplex, but Sebastian grabs his head at the last second, countering, and nails Cory with the Incarceration out of desperation!!!

SSP goes for the cover...

One...

Slater slides through the ropes...

Two...

Slater drops an elbow across the back of SSP, breaking the three count as Shaw reprimands Tristan and ushers him back to his own corner. Sebastian tags in Cable and makes his way to the apron as Cable lifts Cory to his feet and Austin Shaw turns around and gets back into the match.

Cable whips the dazed Cory Steel into his own corner and yells out to the cheering fans to taunt Slater into the ring again. Slater, not afraid of the challenge, smacks Steel on the shoulder tagging himself in as he steps through the ropes. John doesn't even wait for him to get full yin the ring before he bull rushes the pair in the corner, colliding with them both, sending Cory through the ropes to the floor on the outside and Slater landing in a heap in the corner.

Cable reaches down, grabbing Tristan by the throat in both massive hands, lifts him up to his feet bodily, and then hoists him into the air, leaning him over the top turnbuckle, chocking him with his own body weight. Austin Shaw warns John about the blatant rules violation, and starts his count.

1... 2... 3...

With no sign of John stopping at the end of the count, Sebastian comes charging through the ropes, and rushes Cable. He grabs John by the shoulder and spins him around, causing him to drop Slater to the mat, clutching his throat.

”What are you doing? We can't win if you get DQ'ed! Get it together!” Sebastian shouts at Cable, turning his back on him and walking back to his corner as Shaw watches on a bit confused.

”Why don't you just mind your own damned business, huh?” Cable shouts back at him as he takes a couple of steps out of the corner towards Sebastian, who continues to walk away from him, and head back to their own corner.

Slater sees what's happening, and he has the flash of smile cross his face as he signals Cory to climb back up on the apron and get ready.

”How about you handle your business on your own time for a change? Or better yet... do it over in the other place!” he shouts over his shoulder as he makes his way through the ropes and turns to stare at him from the corner.

Cable take two more giant steps towards him across the ring as Slater waits in his own corner for whatever is about to happen to finally break, just like all of the fans in awe standing here in the PCW Arena.

”Why don't you say that shit to my face?” Cable snaps at him as he covers the space between them, and without hesitation, Sebastian drills him square in the face. In a moment, before John can even register what is going on, Slater tags Cory in as the legal man and flies across the ring, driving John over the top rope with a massive clothesline as they topple to the floor together yet again!

Cory slides into the ring through the ropes, but Sebastian has the jump on him, and crashes into him with a flurry of heavy lefts and rights as Austin Shaw tries to regain control of the match. Finally, after a three count from Shaw, Sebastian backs out of the corner, waits for Cory to regain his feet, and grabs him around the head. SSP pulls Steel, holding him around the neck , driving him head first on to the mat with a huge evenflow DDT.

Sebastian goes for the cover as Slater and Cable finally make it to their feet...

One...

Two...

Thr...

And Cory Steel kicks out just in time!

Sebastian gets to his feet, and drives a couple of solid boots into the mid-section of Steel before dropping a driving elbow drop straight to his face. Cory rolls away from SSP and gets to his feet as Sebastian gets to his, and Steel lunges at him across the ring. Cory drills him with a huge right hand that staggers Sebastian, and Cory shoves him back against the ropes. Steel lays in a couple of knife edge chops and Sebastian answers with a left then a right of his own, but Steel whips him across the ring, and follows him into the ropes with a huge clothesline that leaves him no where to go as he crumples to the mat.

Steel grabs the top rope in both hands, and starts laying in the boots to SSP on the mat as Slater and Cable trade lefts and rights on the way back up the ramp towards the curtain, and finally Shaw gets between Cory Steel and Sebastian St. Paul, warning Steel to get him out of the ropes.

Sebastian rolls to the floor on the outside and tries to get his bearings as Cory jaws with the ref and the fans watch on as Slater and Cable duke it out on the way up the ramp.

Cory, tired of waiting to put this match away, rolls to the outside and helps SSP to his feet with a hand full of hair.

One...

Two...

Three...

Cory goes to roll Sebastian back into the ring, but SSP kicks him in the stomach and whips him into the ring steps, his knee hitting hard into the steel stairs.

Four...

Five...

Six...

SSP rolls under the ropes breaking the count by Shaw, and then returns to the floor. Shaw begins his count again, and SSP stalks Steel draped over the ring steps.

One...

Two...

Three...

Four...

Sebastian pulls himself up to the ring apron, and backs to the far corner before running down the side of the ring and launching at Cory on the stairs. He lands a huge leg drop off the apron to the back of Steel, and the fans go wild!

Five...

Six...

Seven...

Sebastian rolls Steel back into the ring to break the count, and follows him back into the ring. As SSP lifts Cory Steel to his feet...

... at the top of the ramp...

... Cable and Slater still going back and forth when finally, Cable grabs Slater by a fist full of hair and drives his right hand hard into his face, then shoves him towards the edge of the ramp. Slater teeters on the edge for a moment, and Cable drives right through him with a huge spear that sends them both way down to the floor below as the fans go nuts!

Back in the ring, Cory Steel trying hard to turn the tide as SSP comes off the ropes and ducks a short arm lariat by Steel and rebounds with a huge cross body block that sends Steel to the mat. Sebastian, fired up now, the crowd firmly behind him, lifts Cory to his feet, kicks him in the gut and drills him with an Incarceration!!!

SSP goes for the pin...

One...

Two...

Three...

And Sebastian St. Paul picks up the pin here tonight over Cory Steel!

Winner(s): The New Breed Foundation

As emergency technicians and officials check on Johnathan Cable and Tristan Slater, we head to our next commercial break.

[Murdoc]

Match Four
Triple Threat Match
Kelli Starr(N.A. Champion) vs. Tyler Scott vs. Andy D
Referee: Roberto Garcia

As the rapid harpsichord music 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 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 opponents of the evening.

The intro of 'Are You Not Entertained' hits out on the PA system, and when it asks for everybody to scream the crowd goes crazy and Andy apears from the back. As he heads towards the ring, he slapps 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 before standing ready for the match.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The familiar thudding introduction of ‘Galvanize’ 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.

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.

Everyone is in the ring.

Everyone is ready.

The CROWD is pumped ...

DING DING DING!

Kelli, the champion, wastes no time in heading to the center of the ring to take up the dominant position. Unfortunately, it also happens to be the position with the biggest TARGET. Never mind the belt that she has attached to her name. Tyler and her tying up in the middle of the ring, Kelli whips Tyler into the ropes. Or rather, into Andy D who is waiting with a beautiful dropkick. Tyler hits the ground and no sooner does he drop than Kelli rushes Andy with a clothesline.

Andy ducking quickly, Kelli whiffs over him and catches a free-legged enzugiri to the back of the head. Dropping to the mat, she begins to pull herself back up via the ropes as Andy takes off across the ring. Stepping AROUND the rising Tyler Scott the first time, on the second trip ... Andy actually uses Tyler Scott as a STEP-STOOL and catapults himself into the air ... straddling Kelli’s shoulders and forcing her down throat first onto the middle rope.

The crowd gasps at the sick image of Kelli grossly contorted underneath Andy’s full weight. She hits the mat and begins writing in agony at the hangman like maneuver, the airway kinked up something fierce. The crowd cheers as Andy gestures towards the masses. All three of these stars (one of them a Starr) heavy fan-favorites, it’s a god-forsaken cheerfest and NONE of the combatants are able to pick out the clear favorite.

Tyler finally back to his feet, he and Andy are now face to face. The two having had their own storied history, it’s another chapter opened as both men begin trading blows back and forth, back and forth. It’s Tyler coming out ahead of the curve as he slowly backs Andy towards the ropes. Whipping him across, Andy reverses and on the return, catches Tyler with a beautiful hurricanrana that leaves Andy on top in pinfall position.

1 ...

Kelli, however, has other plans and is rushing Andy. Her footsteps not quite silent enough, Andy manages to break one arm free from the pinning combination to SNAPMARE Kelli over him and Tyler. The fluidity of the situation not lost on anyone, it’s a clinic here as the pinfall reaches the two count. Kelli rolling through the snapmare, as soon as she finds her footing manages to blast Andy D with a low dropkick just in time to break the fall. HOWEVER, the momentum sends Andy backwards ... and allows Tyler to reverse the pinfall attempt.

1 ...
‘
2 ...

Kelli finding herself one second away from losing the match so early, she dashes forward and catches Tyler by the back of the head ... somersaulting over him into a neck snap that ... unfortunately ... drives Tyler’s face into Andy’s groinal region. The high pitched shriek would be comical anywhere else, but here? It’s just BRUTAL. The attack separating Andy and Tyler, all three are on the mat at the conclusion with Kelli moving just a weeeeeee bit faster than her opponents at this point.

The referee can’t admonish her, it wasn’t a deliberate attack on Andy’s D. The crowd is on their feet at the back and forth action, sheer millimeters between each of these three competitors. Kelli moving to Andy D, whom she imagines to be worse for the wear ... she begins to help him to his feet only to lay into him with heavy hammer-fisted blows. Imagine her surprise when Andy begins to fight back with punches and chops of his own. You can almost hear the epic music behind them as they trade blows, rising and rising with the crescendo of the notes until a sudden break ... and Tyler Scott in with a double clothesline from the side. The impact knocking the other two competitors off-balance, Tyler quickly drops on top of the light Kelli for the pinfall attempt.

1 ...

2 ...

Kelli kicks out at two, but Andy is right there to attempt to break up the cover and follows through with his diving axe handle to the back. Just on general principle, of course. Andy dragging the downed Kelli to her feet, she springs out of nowhere and catches Andy’s head with her legs ... twisting and constricting until she manages to pull him back to the mat with a headscissors. Tyler getting to his senses, he rushes the pair and ... gathers Kelli into a triangle hold! The three-way submission hold a rather novel sight, it isn’t until Andy makes it to the ropes that the REAL fun begins.

Does the referee break ALL the holds? I mean ... Kelli, by extension, is on the ropes ... but it’s a different hold entirely! Kelli letting go of the hold, the philosophical debate is thrown out as the Champion takes hold of the ropes herself. Andy kicks her legs from the ropes and lets her suffer a few moments longer as he makes his way to Tyler’s head and drops a leg across him to break the hold himself.

Andy going towards a pinfall attempt, Kelli grabs a leg and does her best to hold him off. Andy, in turn, kicks her in the face and drops on top of HER for the pinfall attempt.

1 ...

2 ...

... and there’s Tyler Scott to break the cover. Andy rolling off of Kelli, Tyler in turn picks Andy up and nails a standing dropkick. A second standing dropkick to Kelli. Getting a bit yo-yo-ish, Andy sidesteps the third one and catches one of the legs ... holding him up for JUST enough time to allow Kelli to grab the other one and deliver a modified double powerbomb to the British Lion. The crowd letting out a murmured ‘Oooooooooh!’, its Andy and Kelli now ... Kelli whipping Andy into the ropes.

Ducking under a clothesline attempt, Andy finds himself staring at Tyler Scott ... who is waiting with an outstretched leg and the middle rope pulled down. Andy D tripped on Tyler Scott’s deceptive leg, he falls out onto the apron with no control of the situation. Kelli rushing Tyler Scott now to get to drop on him, she goes for a hurricanrana attempt ... but is unable to find his target as Scott sidesteps the attack and sends her flying feet-first into one Andy D. The impact sending him to the floor, Scott capitalizes and catches the falling Kelli Starr by the arm and head ... and forces her to the mat with a modified STO!

The impact jarring thanks to the added velocity of Kelli’s mistimed bullrush, Tyler drops on top of her for the pinfall.

1 ...

2 ...

...Andy’s in the ring to ...

... 3!

... land a diving punch to the back of Tyler Scott!

But it’s too late!

Winner: Tyler Scott

The crowd roaring its’ approval at the very close contest between these three INCREDIBLE combatants, Andy is helped to his feet by Tyler ... who in turn assists him in helping Kelli make it to her own feet. A huge show of appreciation on the part of the PCW Faithful, they know a good match when they see it and this was one of them, a match littered with close-calls and split second saves ... each of these talents can say they put some of their best work. Only on PCW’s Tuesday night Trauma!

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Match Five

Singles Match

Non Compos Mentis vs. Gabriel Cross

Referee: Steve Shaw

“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.

Gabriel Cross emerges from the back as 'Power' by Kanye West sounds over the P.A. system. He heads to the ring wearing a black and silver knee knee length coat with the hood up. He throws the hood back while on stage and once in the ring he strips the coat off and throws it to the side, keeping his eyes upon Non Compos Mentis. Cross stretches out on the ropes, preparing himself for the match. After first stretching his arms and then his legs he hops in place, playing to the crowd as they react with mixed emotions. The two superstars are engaged in a corner-to-corner staredown as Steve Shaw calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!

Cross inches out of his corner, cautious, in a ready stance. Non Compos Mentis stumbles forward in loping strides, not rushing but bringing it to Cross quickly. They don't quite meet in the center, as Mentis's pace cuts Cross off. The Archangel leads for a tie-up, but Mentis rejects it with a heavy lariat. Cross hits the mat and pops up, only to welcome a stiff knee to his stomach and a pendulum backbreaker. Mentis covers, but Cross kicks out at the first slap of the mat.

The Born Psycho hauls Cross up along with him, delivering a few stiff jabs before setting his opponent up for a DDT. Cross fires two hard punches to Non Compos Mentis's kidneys and then manages to float him over with a bridging Northern Lights suplex. Steve Shaw hits the mat, but Cross can't get more than a one-count either.

Rolling out of his bridging pin, Cross gains space and waits for Mentis to rise, sticking kicks to his back and shoulders to pepper some damage. With Mentis up to one knee, the last kick from Cross drops him to both and Cross jumps on him, locking in a side headlock. He torques the head of the Hobo King, effectively trying to squeeze the life from his skull. It's clear Mentis is feeling it for a moment, and so he looks to escape by forcing himself to his feet. Once standing he shoots an elbow into the gut of Gabriel Cross, opening up a toss at the ropes. Cross hits, rebounds, and Mentis follows with a sick-sounding powerslam! He makes to cover but decides against it, and instead he mounts Gabriel Cross and unloads a series of shots to his chin. Steve Shaw finally calls him off, but the damage is done and Cross is seriously stunned.

Mentis drags Cross up, only to immediately drop him with a scoop slam. He follows with a flurry of elbow drops, one-two-three across the chin. This time he covers, and again Gabriel Cross kicks out. This time, though, it's slightly after two.

A pair of stomps from Mentis keep Cross down, and so Mentis hits the ropes for a high impact knee drop. At the last second Cross rolls out of the way, causing Mentis to crash and burn. Cross rolls, and rolls, right out of the ring to gain his breath. He goes so far as to lean on the barricade, entreating the fans to get behind him. Some do, but the majority just boo in his face.

Cross turns back to the apron expecting to go on the offensive, or at least hold Mentis at bay for a moment. Instead, he's met with a hard baseball slide to the kisser for his trouble. Mentis's momentum carries him out of the ring as well, and as his feet hit the floor he seizes Cross by the nape of the neck and slams his head off the apron. Rolling Cross back in, Mentis once again covers. Once again, Cross kicks out at two.

Though Cross escaped the lateral press, Non Compos Mentis is relentless. Cross got his shoulder up in time, but in doing so he spun around, showing the Born Psycho his back. Mentis capitalizes by locking in a camel clutch and pulling hard against the grain, a tight chin-lock distorting Cross's somewhat-pretty-sometimes-sadistic smile. Or rather, instead of a smile it's a look of pain and determination to escape what has become, more-or-less, a good old-fashioned woodshed beating. The pace of the Born Psycho has kept him off balance, and the unorthodox power-brawling style has kept him grounded. Thirty seconds pass, and thirty more might spell the end for Gabriel Cross.

Digging deep, Cross draws his knee beneath him and bucks, flipping Mentis over. The Hobo King rolls through and finishes in a seated position with his back to Gabriel Cross. This is enough time for Cross to pop up and swat him with a side-kick that snaps through the arena and drops Non Compos Mentis cold. The ditch-down effort, though, doesn't afford Cross a window as he drops to the mat himself due to fatigue.

The two men stand at about the same time, and all of the sudden they're brawling down. Chops, elbows, and kicks from Cross; jabs, hooks, and haymakers from Mentis. It's a sheer case of guided speed versus unbridled power, and after the first few exchanges it's not clear who's on top. At one moment Cross is pressing, and then a fist-from-the-mat haymaker levels him and allows Mentis to push forward. Again Cross gains an advantage, and again Mentis looks to come back with a video-game-haymaker. Cross scouts it this time!

Kenka Kick!! Gabriel Cross nails an impromptu Kenka Kick and Non Compos Mentis is down. Cross covers, and it's a ...

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2...

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It's a kick out by Non Compos Mentis! Cross tries to convince Steve Shaw to count faster, but doesn't belabor himself with a Born Psycho squatting on his stoop. Instead he pulls Mentis up and whips him into the corner, calling for his signature running high knee. Cross at a run...

Yakuza Kick from the corner by Mentis! The Born Psycho explodes off the turnbuckle, nearly driving his boot down the Archangel's throat. From there Mentis picks him up and places him in the ol' double-underhook.

FRACTURED MIND! Economy class pinfall attempt, with neither bell nor whistle.

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3!

Winner: Non Compos Mentis via pinfall

"Scum of the Earth" plays and of course the crowd boo, but Mentis doesn't seem to notice. He takes a moment to consider his fallen prey before rolling out of the ring and sauntering toward the back. Though his in-ring focus was no indication, his mind seems to be elsewhere. Probably on some other scheme involving vagrants and vindication.

Cross finally stirs in the ring, sitting up and cursing himself and apparently everyone else in the arena. The rage on his face clearly building, he calls for a microphone and receives it from ringside. "Scum of the Earth" cuts off and Cross is left staring down a jeering Faithful.

Gabriel Cross: Apparently, this is what I get for my hard work.

The Faithful jeer louder, and Cross looks absolutely pissed they're reluctant to let him say his piece.

Gabriel Cross: At Game Over 3, the outcome was mine to decide, and I did just that. Since arriving here I've beat Monroe; beat him right out of Pure Class Wrestling, in fact. I went the distance with Whitey Ford and lost on a technicality in the title-for-title match. That's two champions I've proven I can compete with from bell to bell. And instead I'm left facing Non Compos Mentis while Ace Anderson gets his rematch against Whitey Ford.

At this the crowd explodes, anticipating an International Title match before their very eyes later tonight.

Gabriel Cross: Yeah, yeah, sure, sure. Cheer if you want. Ace Anderson has worked so hard to win you over, and you fail to realize he's a fake. You used to boo him for the same reason you boo me, and it's a simple thing, really. I do what I've gotta do to get the job done. I was given a job at Game Over, and I did it. I did it better than anyone else could have. And what's my reward?

"Pain Redefined" begins to play before the punchline, and Cross is left holding the microphone and staring up the ramp. He looks annoyed but not afraid, even though it's unlikely he could survive a confrontation with a fresh Ace Anderson after his previous matchup.

But Ace Anderson doesn't look like he wants a fight. He's in his gear but he's wearing a 'Pure Class' t-shirt, and he has a microphone in hand. He raises his arms for the music to stop, and it does. He raises the microphone to his lips but pauses for the sake of the ovation from the Faithful.

Ace Anderson: I heard somebody saying my name out here. I thought I'd investigate.

Again he pauses for effect as the Faithful continue to hoop and holler.

Ace Anderson: Turns out it's just you. A disrespectful, bottom-feeding, gimme-gimme, woe-is-me piece of trash. You seem proud of your accomplishment at Game Over, Gabriel. You really do. And that's cute. Because you fail to realize what you actually accomplished...

is you really pissed me off.

At this the Faithful explode further before settling down to see what ensues. Cross makes to speak but Anderson cuts him off.

Ace Anderson: Wait! Wait! Before you say anything, I want to make one thing clear.

I. Don't. Like. You.

And why should that matter, you ask? Well, really, it doesn't. Yet. It's true, what you say. You've made an impact since coming to Pure Class Wrestling. And though we've faced each other once before, I can't say I beat you. Whitey Ford beat you; he beat both of us, even though I was given the win. At Game Over, though... you may think you were 'beating' Whitey Ford. At his own game, even. You may have just been doing what Skylar Marshall told you like a good little puppet should. But the truth is, Gabriel, the only person who lost anything from your part in Game Over was me. Before Game Over, I couldn't have cared less about you. But now? You're the next blip on my radar.

Again the Faithful cheer, but Ace holds up his hand to signal that they wait.

Ace Anderson: You might think you deserve another shot at some Pure Class Gold. Maybe you do, maybe you don't, that's not for me to decide. The difference between us, though? I've earned my shot. I have a match against Whitey Ford tonight, a match you probably wish was yours, because I earned it by beating four people who put you to shame. The current and former World Champions, and two others who you've now lost to consecutively, in Mentis and Starr.

But I'll tell you what, Gabriel. I can't say I'm going to beat Whitey Ford tonight. I just don't know. I can't even say I'll beat you when we meet. But I'll tell you what. We WILL meet in that ring you're standing in. All they have to do is book it. And if I defeat Whitey Ford tonight? You're welcome to be my first defense. Think of it as a gift: another shot you've done nothing to earn. Nothing except poke a bear.

You may have lost to the Hobo King tonight, Gabriel. But somehow, you're the one left looking like a bum.

Ace turns and disappears behind the curtain as "Pain Redefined" picks up where it left off. Gabriel Cross is left furious in the ring as the feed fades to commercial.

[Murdoc]

Match Six
Singles Match
Justin Michaels vs. Rick Majors
Referee: Joseph Buckland

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 amongst 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 "misspelling" 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.

Suddenly the lights go out again and 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. Reaching the bottom of the ramp, Majors climbs the ring steps and pauses. He then turns towards the crowd, standing on the ring apron.

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

Taken down, taken down, taken down"]

He enters the ring, still only lit by the spotlight. He then stands in the centre of the ring, looking out towards the crowd. He slowly starts to circle the ring, stretching and loosening up his body.

["Demons
Live on
And when I die, hang me high

And you will answer to no one else but me"]

The lights in the arena then come back on as Majors circles the ring, awaiting the start of the match. Referee Joseph Buckland checks on both men to complete the formalities then signals for the bell and immediately it’s clear that both men have significant followings from the crowd. Duelling chants of ‘Let’s Go Majors!” and “Let’s Go Stormm!” Both men notice this as they begin to circle in the middle of the ring.

The first to make a move is Michaels who looks to lock up in a collar and elbow tie-up, but Majors uses his educated feet and swats him in the leg first. Stormm tries again but to the same effect, but he’s determined it seems and goes for a third. This time, as Majors lashes out, Stormm catches his leg and quickly sweeps the other leg from under him. Quickly going for a submission, Stormm scrambles for a hold but Majors kicks him brutally in the face, forcing him to recoil for a moment. Before Majors can get back to his feet, Stormm rushes forward and vaults over his opponent who dives back to the mat. Stormm hits the ropes and rebounds straight into a shoulder block on the recovering opponent, knocking Majors back to the mat. Again Stormm rushes into the ropes but Majors springs back up. He meets his onrushing opponent with a snap Armdrag, followed by another two in quick succession. On the third, both men get to their feet and Majors catches Stormm with a sudden Roundhouse Kick to the side of the head before pinning.

One…
Kick Out!

Majors gets back to his feet quickly, grabbing a recovering Stormm by the arm and throwing him into the ropes. When he returns, Majors lands a sudden basement dropkick that lands Stormm on the mat again, this time face first. Immediately he rolls over the top of Michael and catches him in an Oklahoma Rolls pin.

One…
Tw….NO!

Both men roll to their feet but Majors has the momentum and continues to rush his opponent. Stormm managed to dodge, however, and sends Majors into the ropes. He bounces back but is caught by a powerful Hip Toss and, as he sits up, he takes a vicious kick to the back! Before Majors can react, Stormm slams a second and a third kick into his spine and yanks him back to his feet. Hooking up an arm, Stormm quickly lifts Majors overhead and hits a Snap Suplex, Stormm keeps hold of Majors, though, and rolls back to his feet. When both men reach their feet, Stormm hooks Majors up and hits a shuddering Russian Leg Sweep before covering.

One…
Two….NO!

Majors gets his shoulder up and Stormm goes back on the offensive with his fans cheering him on. He pulls Majors back to his feet and grabs him around the back of the head, ready to hit the Flash Flood. As he lifts Majors into the air the resourceful veteran manages to latch onto the arm of Stormm, executing another Arm Drag as a reversal. Stormm sprawls across the mat and tries to get to his feet, but as he does he receives a fierce Side Kick straight to the jaw. He doesn’t drop but is stunned enough that Majors hauls him up and locks in a rear waist lock, before throwing him overhead and bridging for a Pinning German Suplex.

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Two…
T…NO!

Storrm pushes out of the pinning predicament and tries to get his bearings… only to take a thudding strike to the temple! He tries to fight back, firing off a right hand into the gut of his opponent, but Majors continues with his cultured strikes. Both men hammer their blows back and forth but Majors appears to have the advantage with the high ground. He charges up one final Roundhouse and…. Stormm ducks!

With Majors off balance due to the miss, Stormm jumps to his feet and grabs his opponent by the back of the head. He sets up a Reverse DDT but then hauls Majors into the air and drops him with a spectacular Hangcloud DDT! The fans go nuts again as Stormm hooks a leg for the pin.

One…
Two…
THR…NO!

Majors gets his shoulder off the mat and Stormm looks at Referee Buckland. The count remains two despite his protest and Stormm gets back to his feet, looking to the crowd for inspiration. Their chants of ‘Stormm! Stormm! Stormm!’ give him that spark and his eyes move to the top rope. Within seconds he’s climbing and he reaches the top in time to watch Majors struggling to his feet in the middle of the ring. With one more look to the crowd, Michaels throws himself off the top with a flying Missile Dropkick…. And missed!

Majors dives out of the way at the last moment and watches Michaels land face first into the mat. Before Stormm can recover fully, Majors begins to hammer away with a flurry of kicks to the chest. Each one knocks Stormm back further and further until he is in the corner with nowhere to go. The Majors fans in the crowd at chanting for ‘More! More! More!” as kick after kick lands, but Referee Buckland begins to make his count and at four Majors is forced to relent.

At Buckland’s urging, Majors takes a few steps back and watches as Michael stumbles out of the corner clutching his chest. Stormm struggles to reach his feet, but his hesitation is enough to allow Majors to his the ropes and rebound with a horrific Spinning Back Kick to the back of his head! With the Center of Attention hit, Majors slides into a lateral press.

One…
Two…
THR..NO!

Again Stormm gets his shoulder up just in time and Majors takes his turn to question the decision. Still Buckland remains steady, though the same can’t be said for the PCW Faithful who are on their feet to support their chosen competitors. The cheer and chants seem to be split down the middle as Majors pushes himself up and waits for Stormm to recover. Gradually Stormm gets to a crouch and Majors pounces. He approaches from behind and takes both arms, looking for the Unprettier. He twists, until Stormm is in position… but Michaels slides his arms out!

Desperately he shoves Majors forward and he ricochets off the ropes chest first, backing inadvertently straight back into the arms of Michaels. Thinking fast, Michaels locks in a Full Nelson and throws himself backwards. Majors flies backwards and collapses on his neck with a fantastically executed Dragon Suplex, but Stormm holds on and rolls through the move. Majors is helpless to resist as Stormm gets back to his feet with the hold still applied and lifts him high into the air, slamming him down with a ring-shaking Full Nelson Suplex.

Instead of pinning, Stormm instead begins to scout his opponent. Majors is slow to move and Buckland begins his count, but Stormm isn’t concerned with it as he continues to watch his opponent strive to his knees. He knows Majors will make his feet in time so he begins to move in, ready to lock in the ‘Eye of the Stormm’ but….

‘Gold On The Ceiling’ suddenly begins to play over the PA system and a massive chorus of boos begins from the PCW Faithful. Everybody looks to the stage in expectation, and Michaels can’t help but follow suit, partly out of anger at the interruption. The music of ‘Mr Showtime’ Michael Wryght continues to play, but still nobody comes out onto the stage. After several moments of inactivity pass, the sound guy finally takes control of the situation and cuts off the music, causing more than a hint of confusion throughout the whole crowd and in the ring.

Michaels, furious at the distraction, turns back to the middle of the ring and grabs Majors who has now reached his feet in a more recovered state. He hooks one arm and tries to reach out for the leg to set up for the ‘Force of Nature’… but Majors catches Michaels off guard! He reverses out of the hold and hits a boot to the gut before hooking both arms and delivering a massive ‘Major Impact’ Double Underhook DDT out of nowhere!

The crowd is still recovering as Majors drapes an arm over Stormm for the pin.

One…
Two…
THREE!

Winner: Rick Majors

As Majors gets to his feet after the bell, Referee Buckland raises his hand but there is a look of surprise on the victor’s face just like everybody else’s. He wastes no time in hanging around for the aftereffects, giving a quick salute to the fans before making his way out of the ring to a combination of confusion and dedicated cheering from the fans.

Inside the ring, Michaels begins to stir and looks at the referee to ask what happened. Buckland can only shrug his shoulders in reply. As Stormm climbs steadily back to his feet, the crowd reacts almost violently to something. This time, unannounced by his theme that preceded him by a good minute, ‘Mr Showtime’ Michael Wryght ambles his way out onto the stage with a big fat grin plastered across his face.

Even without the PCW World Title, Showtime seems to be taking great cheer in disrupting the life of Michaels, and that fury can be seen written across the face of Stormm in the ring. Beyond just the smile, soon the cameras pick up the unmistakable sound of laughter coming from Wryght, and finally Stormm loses it.

Rolling out of the ring, Stormm begins to make his way toward a still cackling Showtime who shows no sign of backing down. Closer and closer Stormm gets and still Wryght doesn’t move…. But something behind him does. Out from the back comes a torrent of black shirts, the uniform of the PCW Security team, headed by Domino D’Angelo. Double D and his cohorts form a wall to block the path between the two men, and the Faithful reply to this action with massive jeers.

Stormm doesn’t care though, as he charges forward to try and push through the barricade of black shirts, but they hold firm. D’Angelo himself uses his bulk to push back the ‘Force of Nature’ and Stormm can only watch as Showtime lets out one last triumphant laugh and makes his way backstage. Trauma fades out to a commercial break as Stormm still tries to break through the wall of humanity, still unable to get to Wryght.

[Murdoc]

Match Seven

Singles Match

Grimm vs. Michael Wryght

Referee: AJ Bennett

As Michael Wryght stands in the middle of the ring, security having already managed to remove Justin from ringside, it’s now time for our next contest of the evening and Showtime is waiting for him with great intensity. Finally ...

When you’re dreaming, you feel alive.

At that, Ministry’s “Dream Song” stomps out of the speakers and marches through the aisles. The drums, the bells, the choir, the chanting – all work to herald the arrival of Grimm. He steps out to a single blue-white spotlight, stops to bask in the light and shadows, and scans the crowd with his arms at his side. The Lord of Misrule closes his eyes and sighs before making the long walk to the ring, ignoring the fans along the way. The spotlight follows. A malevolent, distorted voice works its way up through the layers of the song.

This has always been. They tried to pull me in but I was already there.

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. Grimm then drops down. And waits. For the chance to tear into an old ‘friend’.

Though young and slightly inexperienced, AJ Bennett knows exactly what he's in for in this contest. He's well aware not only of what these two are capable of, but what they're willing to do to each other. He makes a point to tell each competitor to keep it on the level (not that they're guaranteed to listen). The Faithful give the two a huge ovation, fit for their history, and Bennett calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!

The storied warriors walk (literally walk) to the center of the ring, eye to eye until they're nose to nose. They go so far as to press their foreheads together, speaking at low volume to none but each other. The Faithful don't grow restless at this, no; instead they grow louder anticipating the inevitable explosion.

And Michael Wryght is the first to break the stalemate as he takes a quick step back and fires a european uppercut, his bicep colliding with Grimm's chin. As if that were all it took to wake the beast, Grimm is immediately in his haphazard fighter's stance. If any in Pure Class Wrestling were to claim familiarity with Grimm's style, Michael Wryght would weigh in far above the rest. And it shows.

As Grimm's about to launch his opening salvo Wryght ducks low and files in, taking the Abomination of Desolation down with a single-leg takedown. Without hesitation he's chaining through a series of leg-locks. He's constantly shifting position, not holding any one lock for more than five seconds. His goal? To keep Grimm down, to wear him out, and inflict as much damage on his lower half as possible. Is there a Spotlight in Grimm's future?

Wryght continues his transitions, with Grimm resisting all the while and trying to break the various holds. With his years spent in the ring, and then with his years spent combating Mr. Showtime's mat wrestling, he's eventually able to break free via violent convulsion perfectly timed between a sequence. Too early or too soon, and it would have only worked to Showtime's advantage.

Thus Grimm breaks free and seeks solace across the mat, rolling deftly backward but hardly a sight to see; he's a fiery tumbleweed that transforms into a banshee as he finds his feet. Planting his boots firm on the canvas he springs on a coil, surprising the advancing Showtime with a cannon-shot shoulderblock. This drops both men and they're up just as fast, and now all thought of techniques and strategems are cast to the wind. At close quarters with Phinehas Grimm, one can hope for nothing more or less than a furious fight, and that's exactly to what the Faithful bear witness.

Proficient in a pinch, Michael Wryght is hardly a slouch in a fist-fight. Unfortunately for Mr. Showtime, a fist-fight is the Hangtown Horror's brine and broth. So while Michael Wryght is sticking shots and dealing damage, it's not long before Grimm literally has him on the ropes. Soon Wryght has no choice but to cover up and eat shots, waiting for Grimm to either get tired or give him an opening. With the former unlikely and the latter too long to wait, Wryght's forced to attempt to fight his way out. He manages to trap Grimm's arms at his sides and starts to grapple him away from the ropes, but a stiff headbutt to the nose sends him in the opposite direction. AJ Bennett's telling Grimm to watch the headbutts but Grimm's not listening. Instead, he's whipping Michael Wryght across the ring and following on his heels. A savage necktie clothesline brings Showtime down hard on his head, and Grimm covers him up.

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Though Michael Wryght gets his shoulder up, Grimm's glad to be firmly in control now. Working Wryght to his feet while clubbing him on the back and neck, he quickly drops him once more with a snap DDT. Instead of going for the pin this time, however, he's fit to roll atop Showtime and apply a blatant choke, driving the air from his lungs and crushing his windpipe in the process. AJ Bennett makes an intentionally fast five count, forcing Grimm to let go, and he gets a glance from the devil for his consideration. Not one to take his eyes off his opponent, however, Grimm's quick to return his attentions toward Michael Wryght.

Who drives his right boot upward and square into Grimm's nose. This sends him reeling, giving Wryght a chance to reclaim a vertical base and reformulate his position. Holding his nose, Grimm turns his back which gives Wryght a chance to charge with a chop block that folds Grimm in half. He lands awkwardly on one leg, all to the better for Mr. Showtime. Wryght's up quickly, driving the point of his boot into Grimm's lower back as Grimm moves to escape and regain his composure. Grimm finds solace in the form of the ring ropes, leaping up and whirling around, catching himself on the ropes and flying off them toward Mr. Showtime. Showtime's waiting, anticipating, and perfectly times a spinning european uppercut that absolutely levels Phinehas Grimm. Showtime covers...

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And this time it's Grimm to kick out at one. And once more, Wryght's quick to go back to work on Grimm's bottom half. He locks a leg grapevine, modifying in turn with Grimm's efforts to free himself. Soon Grimm realizes that's a losing battle and instead starts scooting himself across the canvas, actually dragging Michael Wryght along with him. Finally they reach the ropes and Grimm grabs on tight, holding and waiting as AJ Bennett counts to five. And of course, Mr. Showtime milks every second of the count. Wrestling Without Scruples 101.

His lack of scrupling continues as he stomps down on the legs of Grimm with reckless abandon. It goes far enough that Grimm actually exits the ring by sliding under the bottom rope. Wryght sees this as a small victory and decides to turn to the crowd, motioning at his waist as if to say the PCW World Title not only belongs there, but ought to be there. The Faithful meet him with a mixed bag of boos and shrill whistles, until they're only cheering as Wryght fails to realize that Grimm has regrouped behind him.

LAMENT CONFIGURATION!

Having connected with a trademark maneuver from out of the ether, Phinehas Grimm is quick to cover.

1...

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2...

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But Michael Wryght kicks out before three! Smelling the figurative blood in the air, Grimm hoists Wryght to his feet and stuns him with a hard bell clap. He facelocks Michael Wryght, and it's Harvest season! He leaps and twirls in the air but Mr. Showtime has it scouted! As Grimm reaches the apex of his jump Wryght wriggles free, sending Grimm flying out of control and crashing to the canvas. Still on his feet, Wryght closes the gap and grabs Grimm just as he's finding his feet. An HARD irish-whip to the nearest turnbuckle sends Grimm in chest first.

As he stumbles backward, Wryght reaches around for the wrists and drops him with a Crossed Arms Backdrop! Scooping Grimm up, damage done, he's quick to set him up in a suplex position. Hoisting Grimm high into the air, he drops him first onto the top rope then snaps him over with a slingshot suplex! All of a sudden Grimm's in the center of the ring and Michael Wryght's making haste toward his legs...

He's going for the Spotlight!

He seizes Grimm around his ankles then hooks his calves in the crooks of his arms. He's trying to step through, but Grimm's turning, and kicking, and generally causing a kerfuffle. Though they began with Wryght's back to the ropes, all the repositioning has his back to the turnbuckle now. He's still trying to step through but Grimm's literally throwing his foot off, upsetting his balance and threatening to break the grip. Wryght's resilient, though, and still has Grimm's legs firmly locked.

Grimm's response? He intentionally folds himself, pulling Wryght toward the mat with the strength of his quads and the gumption in his guts. Once he's in range... claw hold!! With Grimm's legs still locked up tight, Grimm reaches up and latches a deathgrip around the temples of Mr. Showtime!

Showtime's response? He lets go of Grimm's legs, reaches around the claw hold, and drives the point of his elbow right into the bridge of Grimm's nose! It's clear Grimm's busted from the small splatter pattern on the canvas, and it's enough to force Grimm to let go. Wryght breaks away, holding his head as though it will let off the pressure pounding inside his cranium.

Reacting to Grimm's blood, AJ Bennett makes a mistake some young referees are prone to make. He situates himself between Grimm and Michael Wryght. More focused on Grimm and making sure he's coherent, he's down on a knee and asking Grimm pointed questions as the Abomination of Desolation wobbles to a knee. He checks the blood with one hand, sees it, and then sees Michael Wryght behind AJ Bennett. Almost casually, he rubs his own blood into his red-hot mane and then does the unthinkable.

He uses the kneeling AJ Bennett as a step-ladder.

Having no basis to scout such a maneuver, Michael Wryght is left gawking as Grimm flies through the air toward him, locking in a seamless facelock, twisting and twirling and driving Wryght face first into the mat with a Harvest!

Surprised and slightly stunned yet a tough kid in his own right, AJ Bennett gets his wits about him and turns to find Grimm covering Michael Wryght.

Bennett's reaction? He does the first thing, the most important thing, they teach in referee training. He makes the count.

1...

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2...

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3!

Winner: Grimm via Pinfall

"Dream Song" by Ministry starts up to signal Grimm's victory. After a quick conference with AJ Bennett, presumably about using him as a prop, Grimm's hand is raised and he drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring.

As he's making his way toward the stage he realizes Justin Michaels is walking in the opposite direction, toward the ring and Michael Wryght. Not to be bothered, Grimm passes him without a second glance, though it's to be noted they give each other as wide a berth as the ramp allows.

Grimm disappears behind the curtain and Stormm is standing at ringside, pointing at Michael Wryght and laughing, both because Showtime lost and because that particular Harvest might have been the most absurd thing he'd ever seen. Showtime finally notices Stormm and his look turns to one of seething hatred. He also notices PCAS right behind Stormm, but that doesn't stop him from sliding out of the ring and going after Justin Michaels. Michaels is waiting, fists cocked, but immediately Security gets between the two men.

Showtime concedes, exhausted and in a fair measure of pain. Stormm is content to continue pointing and laughing, mocking Mr. Showtime and trying to goad him further, solely because he can see it's putting Showtime on edge. Finally it becomes too much and he tries to lunge through a wave of Security, but they're able to hold him off.

Two members of PCAS isolate Justin Michaels and begin to escort him back up the ramp, making sure to note that they'll do so with force if necessary. At ringside, two other members offer to help Michael Wryght backstage but he refuses, opting to walk on his own though they won't leave his side. Really, they're waiting for him to make a run at Stormm.

The potential situation successfully diffused, we go to ...

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Match Eight
2-on-1 Handicapped Match
Justin Kaard (World Champion) vs. The Flying Freebooters(Tag Team Champions)
Referee: Eddie Lane

The lights of the arena slowly begin to dim, before going altogether dark. Hollow by Alice In Chains hits as the lights begin to flicker and the Freebooters enter, both just standing there, posing. The crowd booing does not faze them, as they motion for the crowd to get louder as they soak in the attention. As they make their way down the ramp and towards the ring and Tide is eager to interact with the fans. One is mouthing off to him, as fans will do, and Tide proceeds to give him an earful in return. Both men climb up the stairs, and climb to the turnbuckles horizontally across from each other. Like hunters stalking their prey, they wait, beckoning for Justin Kaard to come from the back. No doubt the Freebooters are unhappy about not being able to hold their belts. Also as likely is Skylar Marshall, tucked away watching this match intently.

And come from the back Kaard does! The lights flash in time with the intro to "Attack" as Justin Kaard takes the stage. Bouncing on the balls of his feet, Justin loosens up before the match. With slow determination he walks to the ring, ignoring the cheers and/or jeers of the audience.

Coming to the ring he is cautious, as High Tide is already waiting for him in the ring. Kaard slides into the ring. Referee Eddie Lane is quick to check all three men, and when he is satisfied everything is in proper order, he motions for the bell to be rung and the match is under way!

The World Champion is quick to jump on the attack, but a revitalized Tide is right there to meet him. The two end up tying up in the middle of the ring. As both look for an opening, Tide suddenly jerks his head forward, headbutting Kaard. He then slips behind him, and sends Justin Kaard to the mat with a hard German suplex. With no intention of making a pin this early on in the match, Tide goes to his corner where he tags in Wasp. Instead of going to the apron however, Tide picks up Kaard, hoisting him up on to his shoulders and as Eddie Lane warns Tide, Wasp has already climbed to the turnbuckle and jump, going for a flying clothesline.

At the last second Kaard drops out the back door, and Wasp connects with Tide inadvertently, the two falling to the mat hard in a tangle of limbs. Kaard quickly rolls Wasp on his back, going for the pin. He gets a two count before Wasp gets his shoulder off the mat. Kaard gets up quickly, and heads for the turnbuckle himself.

The referee is ushering Tide back towards his corner now, and Wasp is slowly getting to his feet after crashing and burning. The Adrenaline King waits for Wasp to get to a vertical base before leaping off the turnbuckle and planting his feet square in the middle of Wasp’s chest with a flying dropkick! Instead of making a pin, Kaard rushes towards Tide’s corner, attempting to take him out with a quick spear. Tide however reacts quickly and hops off the apron. Kaard goes sailing through the ropes and lands on the hard floor outside the ring.

Tide yells for Wasp to stay in the ring, and goes over to Kaard. Eddie Lane has no choice but to start a count on Kaard. By the time the referee is at two, Tide has Kaard in a standing position. He irish whips the World Champion into the steel steps, where Kaard connects shoulder first, going down in a heap. Eddie Lane is at seven now, and the Flying Freebooters aren’t ready to end the match, so Tide pulls the fallen Kaard off the floor, and manages to manoeuvre him back into the ring.

It’s Wasp’s turn to take over, as Kaard makes it up to his feet. Wasp approaches him, and suddenly he is clutching his face! Eddie Lane warns Justin Kaard about the thumb to the eye, but Kaard isn’t paying attention to the referee. Getting behind Wasp, he wraps one arm around his neck and one around an arm, and sends Wasp face first to the mat with Gambler’s Luck! Kaard quickly makes the pin. 1…2..kickout by Wasp. Tide enters the ring, but Eddie Lane eager to keep control of the match immediately moves to block him in an attempt to shepherd the pirate back to his corner. Kaard pulls Wasp up, and receives a rake to the eyes in return! Tide, his distraction job done, settles back on the apron.


Wasp uses the advantage gained from the unseen illegal move, grabbing Kaard around the neck. Lifting him up with his other hand on Kaard’s back, he sends the World Champion back down to the mat with a chokeslam. Wasp finally goes for a cover, and Eddie Lane goes down to make the count. 1..2…3 NO! Kaard kicks out at the last second leaving Wasp frustrated, arguing with Eddie Lane for a few seconds, before shaking his head and tagging his partner, High Tide in.

Kaard, still somehow wills himself up off the mat, and The Freebooters strike. Wasp runs forward, and connects with a jumping cutter. Tide waits as Kaard drags himself off the mat once more, Wasp having slid out the ring, and Tide finishes The Kraken with a jumping DDT! Tide goes for the pin! 1…2… and then he lifts Kaard’s shoulder off the mat! The fans are confused, but soon their questions are answered as Wasp retrieves a microphone and hands it to Tide.

“Skylar! We know you are watching our match. We’re sick of being your henchmen. What have you ever done for us? We’ve put our neck on the line for you little outfit, and how have you ever repaid us? We EARNED our titles, with no help, while you sent us to make sure the other’s won their matches. Well, you’re about to see what happens when you mess with The Flying Freebooters!” Tide says pointing at the screen while Eddie Lane stands to the side unable to do anything as the match is still on.

Tide throws the microphone down to the mat, and climbs the nearest turnbuckle. Justin Kaard is slowly making it to his feet now, and as he does Tide jumps off the turnbuckle connecting with a shooting star DDT! Lay With The Fish! Tide goes for the cover and Eddie Lane drops down to make the count. 1…2…3! The referee motions for the bell and as soon as Tide gets up, he is making sure Kaard is okay.

The Freebooters make their way out of the ring, leaving Kaard and Eddie Lane alone in the ring. The referee helps Kaard to his feet, where Kaard angrily pushes him aside, albeit without any malicious intent. Spying the fallen microphone he picks it up, as Eddie Lane leaves the ring, his job complete.

“What the hell is wrong with you fans?! I WON the World Championship at Game Over 3, and you still don’t like me! I am better than Q, the man you love to love. Nobody gives me the respect I deserve around here! What makes Q so good? Did he hold his title? NO! Meanwhile you continue to cheer him on! What about Andy D? You can’t seem to get enough of him, but I can tell you without a shred of a doubt, I AM BETTER!” an angry Justin Kaard berates the fan, and he is treated to chants of “A—hole! A—hole!” He paces around the ring, wincing from the aftermath of the match.

“I am sick of it. I am better than all of these people you insist on cheering for!” and suddenly the crowd is cheering, and Kaard turns around to see Andy D rushing towards the ring! Kaard, freshly out of a match is in no mood to fight and quickly slips out the back of the ring, and as Andy slides into the ring, Kaard slips around the side and heads up the ramp, with Andy D quickly closing in on his tail. The two head backstage and we ALSO head backstage ...

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... but to a different area.

We’re backstage with a dozen uniformed officers standing directly in front of Skylar Marshall. It looks as though he’s been giving them orders for the better part of the night, what with his theft issue ... but finally, it appears that a courageous captain has finally stood up and has had enough of Skylar’s posturing. ‘Mr. Marshall, I understand your position. But frankly, your stolen merchandise is secondary to what we’ve just received orders for ... and while I appreciate your interest in our work ... I’m afraid THIS takes top priority.’

With that, the head of police hands Skylar what appears to be a recently faxed order from their station. The look on Skylar’s face is one of impudence as he snatches the sheet from the man’s hand. ‘I don’t care WHAT you think your top priority is, I have you here to retrieve my stolen items and I will make DAMNED sure they are returned to me THIS E- ... this eveni ... ‘ Skylar cuts himself off as he reads the paper in closer detail. His jaw quivers ever so slightly as he looks to the police chief and then BACK to the paper.

Catching his bottom lip between his teeth, he lets out a deeeeeeeep sigh as he hands back the paper. Looking at the officers, he notes the looks on their faces as ones of firmness. ‘You ... you’re joking right? TONIGHT?! You have to do this ... TONIGHT?! Do you KNOW what’s going to happen if this is done here tonight?! This will turn into a disaster of EPIC proportions. Even thought I don’t like him ... he still puts people in my seats. What do you expect me to do? Just let you do this?!’

The police chief simply nods in the affirmative as Skylar Marshall retreats into his office ... saying nothing further ... instead letting the door slamming speak volumes.

[Murdoc]

MAIN EVENT
Singles Match
International Championship
Whitey Ford(Champion) vs. Ace Anderson
Referee: Tyrone Little

The crowd is waiting in high anticipation for the PPV International Title rematch for tonight’s main event. Back in Black by ACDC comes over the PA system to a chorus of boos, and Skylar Marshall waltzes out onto the stage. His face is grimaced in a stressed out expression and he appears to be nothing but business as he makes his way down to the ring. The fans are really letting Marshall have it, as they have a feeling he’s up to something to stack the odds against his former stable member, Whitey Ford. Skylar climbs up the ring steps, and quickly motions for his music to be cut as he takes the center of the ring.

I know what you all are thinking. You can boo me all you want, but I have nothing to do with the unfortunate nature of this announcement. Due to circumstances beyond my control…there will be no Intercontinental Title match in the main event tonight.

The crowd lets out a disappointed and outraged cry, but Skylar pays it no mind.

To explain this situation to you, the PCW Faithful, first I’ll need the slated challenger for the International Title, Mr. Ace Anderson, to come down to the ring.

Pain Redefined by Disturbed plays over the loudspeakers, and the would-be challenger charges through the curtain, already voicing his discontent with the announcement. He wastes no time getting to the ring and sliding under the bottom rope, verbally berating Skylar Marshall. Marshall holds up his hands to try and calm down the irate PCW superstar, but to little avail.

Ace, I’d like to remind you exactly who you are talking to. This isn’t my doing, I give you my word. But I’m sure one Whitey Ford can fill you in on why exactly he can’t fight you tonight.

Marshall waves his arm towards the entrance ramp, cuing Whitey Ford to make his appearance. However, before the International Champion’s music can hit, the entire arena is plunged into complete darkness, minus the flashing of cell phones and cameras. A scuffling can be heard in the ring, but nothing can be seen until the lights suddenly flick back on. Ace Anderson is standing in the middle of the ring, Skylar Marshall hiding behind him…putting the challenger for the International Title in between him and The Untouchables, who stand smugly on one side of the ring.

The fans are actually cheering for this new group, as they would like as much as anything for someone to take care of Skylar Marshall once and for all. {BLACKED OUT} stands in the middle of the trio, flanked on either side by Eira and Monroe. The most shocking part of this appearance is that Monroe is holding the International Title over his shoulder. The tension is rising by the second, and Ace realizes he’s being used as a barrier between Marshall and The Untouchables. Anderson steps back and ushers Marshall away from him, not quite touching the leader of Marshall’s Law but making it clear that he’s not going to be protecting him, either. Just when it appears that Ace may be the victim of a vicious gangland beating…

The sound of an electric organ is heard, and “Critical Acclaim” by Avenged Sevenfold hits to another big set of boos from the crowd. Ace is relieved when The Untouchables slowly climb out of the ring; it may seem like a retreat, but their body language suggests otherwise, and the movement is much more of a tactical reposition. Whitey Ford comes out onto the stage, but he’s definitely not dressed to wrestle and doesn’t seem at all surprised at Skylar Marshall’s announcement. Whitey is dressed in a black suit and tie, and actually appears to have washed his hair sometime this week. Although there are several reasons to be absolutely livid and out of his mind standing in the ring before him, Ford actually looks somber, and more than a little on edge. His eyes dart out to the crowd as if he’s looking for someone, and he slowly makes his way down to the ring.

Ford jumps up onto the apron and enters over the second rope, walking straight past Skylar Marshall who is already berating him for the soon-to-be announced news. Whitey leans down over the top rope towards The Untouchables, and points directly at Monroe, who just smirks and adjusts the International Title.

You hold onto that for a few more minutes. I’ll get to you if time permits!

Ford shouts off microphone, and then turns his attention back to the two men remaining in the ring. His music fades away, and soon afterwards the crowd hushes to hear exactly what he has to say. Whitey is handed the microphone from Marshall.

I suppose you’re all wondering why me and Ace can’t tear the roof off this arena one more time, fighting for the International Title. You, Ace, probably more than others. I can assure you that this time, Skylar Marshall hasn’t fucked anything up.

Ford turns around to points down at the newly formed Untouchables.

I can also assure you that even though Monroe has my title, they have nothing to do with why our match is cancelled tonight. I, for one, have to say that I was looking forward to our rematch, Ace. This is as close of a compliment as you’re going to get from me, and it’s a damn good one. You have been the biggest threat to my title reign I’ve ever seen here in the PCW.

The fans give an ovation to Ace Anderson, who still doesn’t look impressed and impatiently waits for the answer.

But let’s face it; I’ve held that title for over a year, and I’ve defended it against the best that Pure Class Wrestling has to offer. Time and time again, I’ve came out on top and I stand here today as your International Champion STILL…sans, the belt, which is in Monroe’s possession for reasons I can’t quite fathom. Seeing as I don’t have enough time to punch him in the forehead repeatedly until he gives it back…I’m going to cut to the chase here. Due to unforeseen circumstances, Ace…and seeing as you’re the only one to have pushed me to a limit I’ve only overcome ONCE…I’m dropping the belt. I’m naming you the interim champion, and I need to take a…

Just as the crowd is gasping in shock, Ford notices a commotion in the crowd. Then another; then another. From all sides, South Carolina police officers have made their way through the crowd and stand behind the barricades in a show of force. Who are they coming for? The Untouchables ... Whitey Ford ... ?

…leave of absence, if you will.

Just then, a man wearing plain clothes and a shiny gold badge that hangs from a necklace jumps over the barricade and climbs up into the ring. The rest of the officers who had congregated to surround the ring do the same, barring all chance of escape. Ford looks Ace dead in the eye.

Hold onto that belt, Ace. And when I come back…and I WILL be back…I’ll be the one to take it back from you.

Whitey Ford drops the microphone, and the crowd is in a stunned silence. The officer that isn’t in uniform pulls out a pair of handcuffs, and Ford doesn’t even wait to be asked to put his hands behind his back. From the microphone that lays on the ground, the crowd can clearly hear “Mr. Ford, you’re being arrested under suspicion of your involvement in a Maine homicide.” Ford kicks the microphone clear so nothing else can be heard, and he allows himself to be handcuffed. With the aid of the detective and a few of the supporting officers, Whitey is taken from the ring. Skylar Marshall follows the congregation as they escort his former International Champion up the ramp and towards the backstage area.

Still in the ring and after a shocked moment or two ... Ace instantly becomes enraged. He screams after Ford that the entire thing is a hoax and he’s being tricked once again. The crowd snaps out of their stupor to shout out a warning for Ace, as MONROE slides into the ring and attempts to crack him over the head with the International Title!

Anderson hears the warning and ducks out of the way at the last second. He wants to tear into MONROE, but knows that a bigger threat is closing in quickly. Throwing a quick back elbow, he stuns a charging {BLACKED OUT}, but is taken down to one knee by a vicious dropkick to the thigh by Eira! Like a pack of dogs, The Untouchables swarm onto Ace with big punches and kicks, forcing him down to the mat, almost all of the way down…

ALMOST, as Ace surges up, taking advantage of Eira’s size and bullying her as fast as he can into the nearest corner with a shoulder tackle. {BLACKED OUT} is on the offensive still, but is caught once more with a strike to the jaw, this time being a rock hard right hand thrown by Anderson! MONROE has dropped the International Belt and takes the time to use his free space as an advantage, springboarding off the second rope and trying for a big elbow…but Ace is waiting for him, pushing up on his sternum with all of his might and sending Monroe airborne and crashing back down to the mat with a Maple Syrup Slam! Eira is still stunned in the corner, and that costs her dearly as she becomes victim of a huge running clothesline! Ace bounces off Eira with an agility not common for a man his size, and connects with a very uncommon high knee to {BLACKED OUT}! The Untouchables are on their heels and Ace is eating up the crowd reaction!

Picking up MONROE by his hair, Ace appears to be looking for the Exemplifier! He has MONROE up, and just before he can throw his opponent down in a big slam, Eira has recovered in the corner and makes Ace pay for not softening her up a bit more, courtesy of a running enziguri to the back of the head. MONROE drops down to his feet, relatively unscathed. Ace shakes the cobwebs out of his head just in time to meet another barrage of fists, knees, elbows, anything that the regrouped Untouchables can throw at him to stop his momentum. Finally, the numbers came has seem to taken it’s toll on Anderson, and he’s forced into the corner in a bullcharge maneuver by {BLACKED OUT}. As he’s pinned there, his head is defenseless as his hands try and punch his large adversary away from him. Both MONROE and Eira take to the apron on either side of Ace, and hit in-stereo side headkicks, damn near knocking Ace out cold.

The fans aren’t exactly liking this new Untouchables group anymore, and make it very clear with their reaction. The three waste no time in taking advantage of a nearly unconscious Ace Anderson. Eira scales the top rope as Monroe joins {BLACKED OUT} in the ring, and in unison the two of them lift up Ace in an inverted flapjack, at the same time as Eira launches herself off the top rope and plants both feet into Ace’s chest, following him all the way down with a sickening impact!

Standing over the fallen Ace Anderson, Eira shakes her head solemnly while MONROE and {BLACKED OUT} breathe raggedly and ferociously over him the feed fading as The Untouchables stand dominant in the middle of the ring. What’s next for Whitey Ford? Will the Untouchables continue their streak of dominance? Who is going to steer PCW from its’ descent into chaos!?

FIND OUT NEXT WEEK AT TRAUMA 141!

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<sub>Mr. Tickles & Sterling Werner ends in a No Contest
Tyrone Smith def. Q
Arica Lewitt def. Nathan Saniti to become the Genesis Champion
The New Breed Foundation def. Cory Steel & Tristan Slater
Non Compos Mentis def. Gabriel Cross
Tyler Scott def. Andy D & Kelli Starr
Rick Majors def. Justin Michaels
Grimm def. Michael Wryght
The Flying Freebooters def. Justin Kaard
Ace Anderson def. Whitey Ford (via forfeit)

I want to thank everyone for their hard work this week. Mel, Kris, Dustin, Drew, Rick and Tide? You guys are the shit. Let's turn up the heat just a liiiiiiiittle bit for next week, shall we?</sub>