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Murdoc
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Trauma 141 Results! Oct 4, 2013 12:05:50 GMT -5

Post by Murdoc on Oct 4, 2013 12:05:50 GMT -5

The scene fades in to the backstage area during Trauma 140 near the entrance ramp as South Carolina State Patrolmen escort Whitey Ford through the back and towards the doors to awaiting squad cars outside. Several of PCW Security Staff stand blocking off a hallway to the side as the officers pass by, when suddenly a door opens down the hall a ways. Sebastian St. Paul, Johnathan Cable, and the Citizen burst into the scene as the door bangs against the wall and head at a dead run right for the wall of Security personnel.

“Move!” Sebastian screams at Security as the trio barrel down the hallway towards them, but the guards hold their ground and shout warnings at the New Breed as they race directly at them.

“It's the Untouchables! They're in the ring... right now! They've got Ace!” John shouts as he shoves a pile of tech boxes spiraling down a side hallway and storms towards them even faster, closing the distance quickly.

“Get out of the way!” Citizen adds as they continue on.

Still, the Security personnel stands firmly in place, and shouts warnings to stop, but the New Breed is determined to get to the ring at all costs, and in moments, the cometary collision between the forces at either end of the hallway sends men flying in all directions, limbs akimbo, twisted and tangled together.

Groaning and grumbling, John struggles to his feet first, but a Security guard grabs his legs as he wobbles to his knees. Another guard then joins the first and grabs at John from the floor as Citizen manages to untangle himself from the pile of grasping bodies. Sebastian is caught under a pile of three guards by himself as yet another guard grabs at the Citizen as the scene fades to the interior of the arena where...

Match One

Four Corners Match
Genesis Number One Contender's Match
Cory Steel vs. Tristan Slater vs. Nathan Saniti vs. Q
Referee: Marcos Cruz

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 and rolls under the bottom rope. Quickly getting to his feet he goes straight to his corner. Taking a hair tie from his pocket he pulls his hair back and then remains still, waiting for the first of his opponents. There is a moment of silence before…

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
Like Mussolini and Kennedy
I'm the cult of personality
Cult of personality
Cult of personality

There's a mixed reaction from the PCW crowd as Miyoko Kawashima leads Tristan Slater out to the top of the ramp. Miyoko poses with Tristan before the two exchange a peck on the lips. Miyoko leads Tristan towards the ring with Slater following in close pursuit. They reach ringside where last minute strats are discussed. The two exchange another kiss on the lips before Tristan slides into the ring where he uses the top rope to do last minute stretching as he awaits the remaining opponents.

‘Circus Envy’ by REM starts as Saniti strolls out from the back. He pays no attention whatsoever to the jeers of the audience. 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 as Slater exits the ring uncomfortably.

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 'Supersoulfighter' by Lenny Kravitz 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.

Marcos Cruz ushers two of the competitors out onto the apron, with Tristan Slater already on the outside this means Q joins him and the two legal competitors to begin are Cory Steel and Nathan Saniti.

The two men begins to circle straight away, Saniti with an excited bounce in his step and Steel with a solid focus. Steel moves first, thrusting forward into a collar and elbow tie up that is met by a grinning Saniti. The two struggle for a moment until Steel moves into a hammer lock and yanks hard on the arm of his opponent. As he holds it tight, Saniti begins to move in a weird, melodic fashion and seems to transfix Steel before simply walking away from the hold. Steel, now breaking out of his trance, looks down at his hand and seems shocked that it isn’t still attached to Saniti. He exchanges a look with his opponent as if to say “What the f**k?” to which Saniti replies by mouthing one word…. “Magic!”

“Magic yourself out of this!” Steel shouts and unloads with a vicious combo of rights and lefts that blast Saniti backwards onto the ropes. PCW’s resident Mad Hatter tries to get up a defence but the intense Steel hammers away before whipping him hand into the ropes. On the rebound, Cory sets himself in the middle of the ring and attempts a Hip Toss, but Saniti’s zany athleticism sees him flip through the move and back onto his feet. Before Steel can recover, Nathan springs up and executes a Monkey Flip in the middle of the ring…. But to the astonishment of everyone, the 285 pounder handstands his way out of the move!

Even Saniti is shocked at the athleticism of his larger opponent and is stuck in his daze when Steel damn nearly takes his head off with a brutal Short Arm Clothesline! Saniti hits the mat but struggles back up to his feet in a groggy state, completely at the mercy of Steel. The larger man hits the ropes and charges with a running boot to the gut. With Saniti now doubled over, Steel carries his speed into the ropes again and smashes him in the face with a lifted knee before finally sending him to the mat with a hard Big Boot! Quickly Cory drops to the mat and pins.

One…
Two…
NO!

Saniti gets a shoulder off the mat but Steel stays on the offensive and pulls Saniti to his feet. He sets up for a reverse suplex and hauls Saniti into the air, ready to drop him with the ‘Trouble In The East’ but Saniti improvises and drops out onto his feet. As Cory tries to recover, Saniti hits the ropes and rebounds with a flying Corkscrew Elbow!

Both men finally struggle to opposing corners and tag out, bringing in Q and Tristan Slater. Both men enter the ring at the same time, but it’s the confident newcomer who moves first. Slater tries to execute his technical style by diving for the legs of Q, but the ever tricky superstar evades and dives into an Oklahoma Roll pin.

One…
Kick out!

Slater pushes out and back to his feet with Q following. Going on the attack again Slater throws out a high Roundhouse Kick but again the wily Q dodges and this time rolls him up into a School Boy.

One…
Tw…No!

Slater kicks out again and both men scramble back to their feet again. This time Slater seems to go for another high kick, but he fakes out Q who goes for a second dodge instinctively. Instead, Slater lands a Spinning Chop to the neck of Q who is sent reeling. Bringing him back in, Slater sets him up and delivers a Snap Suplex in the middle of the ring, but quickly rolls through and pulls Q back to his feet too. Without hesitation he delivers a second Suplex, and this time when he rolls through he applies a tight Guillotine Face Lock, wrenching the neck of his opponent.

Referee Cruz checks on Q but gets no submission as Q focuses instead on the piercing stare of Nathan Saniti in the corner. That stare seems to drive Q on as he forces his way back to his feet and pushes the newcomer back toward the corner. With a hard impact, Q breaks free and quickly springs up into the corner and goes for a Monkey Flip. Slater blocks it though, and he turns in the corner to drop Q into a seated position on the top turnbuckle before slapping his with a massive chop across the chest. Quickly Slater capitalises and places Q’s head on his shoulder, hooking a leg and hitting an improvised Bridging Fisherman’s Suplex.

One…
Two…
TH…NO!

Q kicks out and tries to get back to his feet but Slater goes back on the attack and hits a perfectly executed Single Underhook Suplex. With no wasted movement, Slater floats through into a lateral press for the pin again.

One…
Two…
THR…NO!

Cory Steel comes flying across the ring this time, breaking up the pin and grabbing Q by the leg. Clearly he’s lost patience with Q’s near losses as he drags him all the way back to his corner, climbs back onto the apron and proceeds to tag himself in. Q, coming to his senses, argues with the referee about the situation but can’t do anything about it as Nathan Saniti cackles fanatically to himself in the corner at the fate of his rival.

Steel enters the ring but is met with a recovered Slater who eagerly awaits the opponent with whom he has previous history. The two men circle and Steel is the first to move again, looking for a lock up but Slater transitions into a rear waist lock of his own. He tries to get Steel over with a German Suplex but the larger man resists and hits out with an elbow. Slater is sent backwards by the shot and Steel takes full advantage by rushing toward him, powering him into the air and driving him all the way back into the corner with a driving slam into the turnbuckles.

Not relenting there, Steel slams away with shoulder after shoulder to the midsection until Marcos Cruz gets to a three in his count. Finally he pulls back and whips his opponent back across the ring into the opposite turnbuckles. He sets himself then gathers all his momentum in a charge toward the corner…. But Slater moves and Cory crashes into the padding!

Slater takes full advantage, rushing up to the corner and hitting a fierce Shining Knee to the chin of Steel, sending him for a loop immediately. With his opponent stunned, Slater grabs his head and thrusts himself out of the corner, unaware of a sudden, instinctive action by Q on the apron. Tristan dives into the middle of the ring and hits a powerful Bulldog before instantaneously locking in the Crippler Crossface!

The PCW Faithful is on its feet to see if the newcomer can pick up the win, but Marcos Cruz is gesticulating wildly to Slater. “You are not the legal man!” he shouts, waving his arms as he pulls harder on the hold. Cory, to his credit, is holding off from tapping and fighting the hold like his life depends on it. Out of nowhere Q enters the ring, clearly having blind-tagged into the contest, and waits in position out of Slater’s line of sight. Finally Slater gives up the Crossface and stands to confront Referee Cruz, but as he does Q lays on top of the stricken Steel and the referee makes the count!

One…
Two…
THRE…NO!

Slater realizes what is going on and reacts quickly to save the match, landing a blow to the head of Q before he’s bundled out onto the apron by the referee. Q gets to his feet and grabs Steel, pulling him up to a vertical base but the larger man looks weary and is clearly favouring his arm. Still Q whips him across the ring and uses his momentum against him and hits a ‘Heaven and Earth’ throw that lands Steel on the mat. Ever the tenacious competitor, Steel still manages to fight back to his feet as Q looks on, seemingly distracted by the incoherent babbling and mumbo-jumbo of Nathan Saniti in the corner. In the second his eyes are off Steel, the big man pounces forward with all his pace… but Q sees him at the last moment and slides out of the way, diverting Steel chest first into the top rope.

There is another slapping noise as Cory rebounds backwards straight into an O’Connor Roll pin… but again Marcos Cruz is waving his arms around like a maniac! The slapping noise wasn’t the ropes but a blind tag, this time from Saniti. The loony Saniti leaps over the top rope and, with Q’s face totally defenceless, transitions in mid air into a flying Dropkick to the face! Q flies backwards as Saniti takes a mock-bow to the PCW Faithful and goes back on the attack. With Q recovering next to the ropes, Saniti grabs his head and ruthlessly begins to shake it, like he’s trying to get the last few sweets out of a piñata.

Q fights back, pushing Saniti backwards and trying to get some distance, but somehow he seems stunted in his pacifism towards his cartoonish rival. His momentary hesitation, perhaps from him seeing so much of his unorthodox, outlandish self in his opponent, gives Saniti his chance and he hits a shuddering Jumping Heel Kick to the jaw, knocking Q straight to the mat.

Q is completely at the mercy of Saniti and the Mad Hatter of PCW knows it, beginning to set him up for the submission maneuver he likes to call the ‘Cheshire Grin’. Both Tristan Slater and Cory Steel look on, ready to pounce if needed, but just before Saniti locks in the hold… his eyes drift off to something in the front row of the crowd.

The camera pans around to look but it can’t see anything of particular not, yet something has definitely drawn the ire of Nathan Saniti who suddenly, inexplicably, drops Q to the mat. He leaves his rival and makes his way over to the ropes before climbing out to the apron and dropping to the outside, his eyes never leaving that spot in the front row. Now the camera follows Saniti who looks to be babbling to himself again, the expression on his face incomprehensible beneath his thick makeup. Then suddenly…

SANITI JUST ATTACKED A FAN! The crowd erupts into chaos as Nathan Saniti lashes out violently at one of the front-rowers with seemingly no provocation at all! The sounds around the arena is deafening at this completely shocking action and seems only to get worse as Saniti pulls his hand back for a second assault….

…but out of nowhere comes Q! The zany yet much-loved superstar dives at Saniti with possible one of the most devastating QFT’s the PCW Faithful have ever seen! Saniti is sent flying by this show of strength and aggression… but Q isn’t finished there. The crowd and other competitors can only watch as Q totally and utterly tees off on Saniti with a salvo of punches straight out of a Rocky movie. The punches keep coming though as Q seems unable to stop the flow of aggression and violence that is pouring from him.

The act of striking a fan has tipped Q over the edge and he pounds away on Saniti who can only try to cover up and ride out of the onslaught. Strike after strike after strike rains down from the normally-pacifistic Q and Marcos Cruz is left in a difficult position. Does he administer his standard 10 count for a count-out or is this a far more serious matter?

Punches turn to boots and anything else Q can throw as even Tristan Slater and Cory Steel look concerned at what is going on. With the violence outside the ring ignoring the referee's rules ... it's obvious to one Tristan Slater that there's no stopping that sort of anger ... he's seen it before. And having that little bit of knowledge allows Slater to make the unenviable decision of ... heading towards the back.

That's right. Tristan Slater is bailing on this match! Cory Steel seeing his chances of becoming number one contender fading quickly away, he moves towards the other two combatants remaining. But ... before he can get there ... with the contest in shambles and no amount of threats or words able to stop it ... Cruz makes a decision and his count reaches five….

DING DING DING!

The bell rings as the blows keep coming and Q is growing red in the face with the release of all the pent up anger and rage from who knows how long. The weeks that Saniti has been provoking him? The years he has held such a calm demeanor? Whichever it is, the torrent is unending and Cruz calls for a Disqualification for the sake of Nathan Saniti’s life.

Mark Long: The winner by Disqualification…. NATHAN SANITI!

Winner: Nathan Saniti

Q hesitates for a moment at hearing this, but it only seems to infuriate him more and the unprecedented stream of attacks resumes more brutal than before! Neither Slater or Steel want to go anywhere near their former opponent and the attack threatens to go on until security arrives. Sure enough there is movement on the stage but it isn’t PCW Security. It’s…. Kelli Starr?

The North American Champion runs as fast as she can down the ramp and around ringside until she finds Q, still stomping away viciously on Saniti who is curled up in the foetal position, muttering some nonsense as it to protect himself from the pain. Hesitantly, Kelli reaches out and takes Q by the shoulders, pulling him back from the downed figure of his rival.

Out comes Sebastian St. Paul to cover bases, more than likely feeling the pangs of guilt from being involved in the whole situation to begin with those many months back.

The rage and anger suddenly seems to weep from his body in one moment, and the furious Q from only seconds earlier is gone, replaced by a placid shell again. Saniti, in his desperate, babbling state, takes this one chance he has and scuttles off toward the ramp with his coat tails flapping behind him.

A vague and shuddering laugh can be heard as Saniti realises he is now the number one contender to the Genesis Title, and Q can only mutter to himself as Kelli Starr whispers calming words to him, trying to ensure that his anger does not surface again while Sebastian St. Paul helps to physically restrain the Single Letter Superstar as we go ...

****

... backstage where Gabriel Cross is just arriving at the arena. Flashy and expensive looking coat with some equally stylish pants and shoes, he's looking ever the mega-star as he saunters in. His match for the evening definitely not one to look forward to.

Let's face it: Ace Anderson DEFINITELY has a bone to pick with him ... and in a weird way, so do the New Breed Foundation. He's made a ton of enemies over the past few weeks and very few sympathetic to his cause.

As he snakes his way towards the dressing room area of the building, a light scuffle of feet is heard. He turns to face the direction it comes from, but can find nothing within those silent few moments of searching.

As he goes to turn around ... a flash of steel! And not Cory Steel ... but a steel chair! The chair lands square on the forehead and facial region of Gabriel Cross, dropping him to the concrete below. As the camera pans out, it's John Cable! He's muttering something about revenge being served cold. Throwing the chair on top of the fallen Gabriel Cross, it's only moments later that emergency personnel are on the scene to tend to the fallen Archangel.

****

Murdoc
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Trauma 141 Results! Oct 4, 2013 12:07:04 GMT -5

Post by Murdoc on Oct 4, 2013 12:07:04 GMT -5

Match Two

Genesis Championship
Arica 'Trouble' Lewitt(c) vs. Tyrone 'Crazy Boy' Smith
Referee: Manny Cruz

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

As “I Knew You Were Trouble” begins to play over the speakers the lights cut out completely, leaving the arena cloaked in darkness. As the distinctive 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 down Smith here tonight.

Manny Cruz signals for the bell as Smith makes his way across the ring towards Lewitt. Crazy Boy goes to tie up with her near the corner, but Lewitt ducks under Smith and retreats back across the ring. Smith, not wanting to waste any time here, spins quickly and gives chase attempting a stiff clothesline, but Lewitt was waiting for him, ducking under the lariat there, and answers with a double leg standing drop kick to the back of Crazy Boy that sends him into the ropes, and into a school boy roll up as Lewitt goes for the pin very early here!

One...

Two...

But Smith kicks out easily from the early pin attempt there as both competitors spring to their feet and spin on each other. They look each other up and down before circling to neutral corners.

Smith then, again understanding the pressing time restriction in the Genesis Rules, presses the attack shuffling forward and stepping in towards Lewitt who ducks under the tie up once more, using her size to her advantage here, keeping her distance from Crazy Boy and running the clock down with every moment.

Knowing the game, Smith pleads with the fans as they pop loudly for Crazy Boy as he turns back to the middle of the ring and stalks across the canvas towards Trouble this time.

Finally, as Lewitt backs into the turnbuckles, Smith lunges forward to grab a hold of her finally, but is met with two tiny boots right in the face as Lewitt lifts herself up on the corner and drives her feet into Smith hard. As Crazy Boy stumbles out of the corner, Lewitt hop onto the middle rope, then launches off landing a massive bulldog from the middle rope on Smith.

Lewitt goes for the pin again, flopping on top of Crazy Boy as Cruz goes for the count...

One...

But Tyrone Smith kicks out again easily after only one, still very much in this fight.

Lewitt leaps to her feet, and launches herself off of the far ropes as Smith makes it vertical and turns to face her. Lewitt leaps, going for a huge cross body block on Smith, but he sees her coming just in time and snatches her right out of the air. Smith flexes and strains, flowing smoothly with the direction of her momentum, and plants Trouble with a huge scoop slam that sends the whole arena to their feet! Smith hooks her leg and goes for the pin.

One...

Two...

But Arica kicks out after only two. Smith grabs her up off of the mat and gets her to her feet immediately, then Irish Whips her into the ropes. Smith follows her in, and Lewitt is met with a huge driving knee lift to the midsection that doubles her over as she turns to come back across the ring. Smith stands her up, and drills her with a stiff knife edge chop, and then another that drives her back against the turnbuckle before lifting her to sit on the top rope. Smith climbs up to the middle rope after her, and hooks her arm over his shoulder to pull off a Suplex off the ropes, but she isn't out of this fight yet folks!

Lewitt drives a hard left into Smith's midsection, followed by another, but it just isn't enough. Smith cinches in and tries to pull her off the turnbuckle, but Lewitt locks her legs around the hardware in the corner and hangs on for dear life. Smith tries again to power her over, but she refuses to let go, still driving stiff lefts into Tyrone's midsection, but doing little damage despite her resolve.

Finally, she wriggles her other arm free, and leans way back on the top rope, pulling her knees up to her chest and uncoiling with a fierce mule kick that sends Smith flying to the mat once more. Finally free, Lewitt scrambles to stand on the top rope, then flies through the air landing a devastating 450 corkscrew plancha all the way from up top onto the fallen Smith. Trouble hooks the leg and goes for the pin as Manny Cruz slides in for the count.

One...

Two...

Th...

But Smith kicks out at two. Lewitt hops to her feet, checks Smith's position on the mat and leaps up, spinning in mid air to land a huge standing senton on Crazy Boy, hooking the leg again and goes for the cover.

One...

Two...

Th...

Once again, Smith kicks out at two, and once more, Lewitt hops to her feet right away, but this time sprints towards the ropes, rebounds as Smith gets vertical again, and he leapfrogs over her as she charges past. Lewitt rebounds again as Smith turns, and is met with an attempted hip toss by Crazy Boy, but Trouble spins him around trying a hip toss counter of her own! Smith spins with her momentum, pulling her off of her feet and through the air.

Trouble twists as she flies over his hips, and lands with a cartwheel spin that sends her into the ropes, rebounding once more as Smith bends over for a big back body drop... Lewitt answers with a Sunset Flip... BUT CRAZY BOY SEES IT COMING... driving a huge right forearm across Troubles face for her efforts!

Trouble spins under him, and tries to slide free, but Smith hooks her under one arm, and drags her back where he can reach her before locking down with the Crazy Nerve Hold!

Lewitt thrashes and kicks, flailing wildly trying to tear free from the hold, but Crazy Boy cinches in even tighter, driving his fingers into the muscles of her shoulder as Manny Cruz slides in to ask her if she submits.

'NO!' she screams at him as she tries to reach for the ropes, but they are just too far away.

Smith, digging in even harder now, presses down on her shoulder as he uses his position to add leverage to the nerve hold. Trouble screams in agony as she writhes beneath the submission, scrambling to find a way to be free of Crazy Boy, but to no avail. The ropes are too far, and and Smith has the hold locked in with all of his might.

Then, in an act of desperation, she reaches up and drives her thumb right into Crazy Boy's eye forcing him to let go of the hold as he grasps at his face, stumbling backwards while Cruz warns Lewitt about the eye gouging. The crowd boos Lewitt loudly at this, as she yells at them and brushes her shoulders off arrogantly to signify that they don't bother her in the slightest. All the while, she measures Smith wandering towards the corner, still blinded by the eye gouge.

Lewitt rushes past him into the corner , walks up the ropes lithely, and spins as she comes off the top, wrapping her legs around Crazy Boy's head, flipping him over quickly with a top rope Hurricanrana that sends him sprawling across the mat. Lewitt drops on Tyrone and goes for the pin as Cruz comes in for the count.

One...

Two...

But Smith once again kicks out easily at two. Lewitt climbs to her feet as Smith rolls to a knee, both of them staring daggers through each other across the ring. Smith, growing frustrated at not being able to get his hands on Lewitt long enough to do any real damage, smacks the mat with both hands and hops to his feet as Lewitt circles the ring. Smith spins on her as she lunges at him, and drives a massive elbow back into her face that staggers her for a moment, and then latches on to a arm bar.

Smith, in control now, slide his hands down to her wrist, and spins under her arm with a stiff wrist lock. He yanks her arm hard, trying to yank it out of socket, not once, not twice, but three times! Finally, Arica spins under the wrist lock and reverses into a hammer lock, pressing her head between Smith's shoulder blades as he swings a wild elbow backwards that flies over her head. Smith spins, but Lewitt hangs on for dear life. Smith, stepping to the side, spins under the hammer lock and reverses into a hammer lock of his own.

Smith yanks up on Lewitt's arm hard, but doesn't watch his feet well, and Trouble reaches down and grabs him by the ankle. Lewitt yanks hard and sends Smith to the mat with a single leg take down out of the hammer lock, and drops on his leg quickly, cinching in an ankle lock to keep him grounded. Smith, not ready to give up control reach es down, and grabs Trouble in a side headlock, yanking her forcefully off of the ankle and driving his weight down on top of her as he pulls her closer.

Lewitt, desperate to get out of the hold, rolls Smith on his back and wedges her arm under Smith's. Trouble twists, and comes out on top of Smith with an arm bar! Trouble spins, holding on to Smith's arm, wraps her leg under his shoulder and rolls through putting Crazy Boy's shoulders on the mat as Cruz counts.

One...

Two...

Thr...

But Smith reverses rolling onto Lewitt for a pin of his own at two.

One...

Two...

Thr...

But Arica reverses again for another pin attempt, rolling back over Smith as Cruz counts again.

One...

Two...

Thr...

But Smith kicks out this time as both competitors hurriedly get to their feet. Crazy Boy ties up with Lewitt, and backs her easily into the corner now... pressing against her chin, stretching her way back into the ropes... he lets loose with a huge knife edge chop as Manny Cruz warns him to get her out of the ropes.

One...

Two...

Three...

And Smith backs away breaking the count, but follows her in again with a huge lifting knee strike to the midsection. Manny Cruz counts again as Smith grabs both ropes and drives his shoulder deep into the middle of Lewitt in the corner. He drives a second shoulder into her as Cruz gets to four, then sends her spiraling out of the corner with a snap mare take over that sees her seated right in front of him.

Crazy Boy latches on to her head, intertwining his fingers under her chin as he drives his knee into the shoulder blades, wrenching back on the neck of Trouble. Cruz checks to see if she is OK as the fans start cheering wildly for Smith here, feeling the taste of that Genesis Championship already.

Eventually, Arica struggles to her knees, where Smith slides into a standing side headlock on Trouble. Lewitt, still trying to free herself from the grip of Crazy Boy, shoves him towards the ropes, breaking the hold and launching Smith to rebound into a flying leg lariat that takes him to the mat hard. Lewitt goes for the pin...

One...

Two...

But Smith launches Lewitt high into the air with the force of his kick out as the crowd erupts in a frenzy of cheers and Manny Cruz rolls out of the way of Lewitt before she crashes back to the mat. Smith gets to his feet and pumps his arms a few times getting the fans behind him as he circles Trouble. Smith, stalking Lewitt now, slides in as she gets to her feet and drops her backwards with a text book belly to back suplex, and floats over for the cover as Cruz comes in...

One...

Two...

Thr...

But Lewitt kicks out at the last second! Crazy Boy is beside himself, and he knows the time is ticking away, but Lewitt just won't stay down.

Smith lifts Lewitt to her feet by a hand full of hair, and whips her into the ropes hard. She rebounds and Czrazy Boy looks to go for a big clothesline here, but Lewitt ducks under, wraps her arms over his shoulder and mounts his back, pulling him over with a lightning quick crucifix take down out of no where, and holds on for the pin...

One...

Two...

Thre...

But Smith kicks out! Surprised by the sudden turn of events, Smith shakes it off and gets to his feet, but Lewitt comes off the ropes with a springboard double leg drop kick that sends him back to the mat quickly. She covers again...

One...

Two...

Thr...

But Smith kicks out again. Lewitt is barely holding onto control here, but she just isn't doing enough damage to Crazy Boy to put him away! Smith now, explodes to his feet, having had enough of Lewitt's game here, and sends her back to the mat as she stands with a massive clothesline. He comes off of the ropes as she gets to her feet again, and drives a hard elbow smash across her face that levels her once more.

Smith, wanting to put this match away right now, climbs to the top and signals to the sea of cheering fans before coiling on the top turnbuckle, and launching into the air. Smith delivers the perfect 450 splash with the Crazy Spin, and gets to his feet as the crowd senses the end is near...

And then, as Smith goes for the cover...

Ding... Ding... Ding...

"And your winner, at the Time Limit, Arica Lewitt!

Winner: Arica Lewitt

Smith is livid... he beats his fists on the mat and paces the ring as Lewitt slides out under the bottom rope and makes her way up the ramp clutching the PCW Genesis Title tightly to her chest as we head ...

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... backstage yet again.

The feed cuts to a camera backstage, which is focused in on a closed door to a locker room. It is clearly labelled “The Flying Freebooters”, and their voices, although muffled, can be heard.

"You think this is a good idea?" the voice of Tide can be heard, loud as always.

"Well, I think it's an idea." Wasp, his usual smart ass self.

"Do you think it will work out?"

"No clue. I don't know the guy."

"Then why are we even thinking of contacting him?"

"What other options do we have? Not many and trust me I’ve gone over them time and time again. That and there are… shall we say mutual opportunities for all of us."

"Okay... but do you think he'll go for it?"

"I have no clue. It's worth a shot anyways. I have a feeling it will work out better than planned."

"Yeah, maybe."

The camera is focused on the door still, but there is no more talking. Suddenly the door opens and the camera man is caught in an awkward place, between High Tide and his exit. It is obvious that Tide pushes the cameraman as there is a bit of fuzziness and then the camera catches just the legs of The Flying Freebooters, walking away.

****

Match Three

Six Man Tag Team Match
Gabriel Cross & The Flying Freebooters vs. Ace Anderson and The New Breed Foundation
Referee: Steve Shaw

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. Both men climb up the stairs, and climb to the turnbuckles horizontally across from each other. Then, as the music is about to fade, both perform a backflip into the ring.

“Power” by Kanye West hits the speakers to louder boos from the crowd.

During his entrance Gabriel comes 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 a fresh bandage sits upon his forehead ... a new addition to his wrestling attire thanks to one John Cable. Once in the ring, he strips the coat off and throws it to the side.

Blue spotlight flash to life on either side of the stage and twirls 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 as red, white, and blue fireworks shoot off down the ramp.

The two men emerge onto the stage and the crowd can see for the first time that they are John Cable and Sebastian St. Paul. John and SSP rush the ring slapping hands with fans on both side of the aisle cheering wildly. They slide in under the bottom ropes as the stirring melody of the horns picks up and the crowd goes wild with cheers for the New Breed as they put up their fists like they are ready for a fight, then climb opposite turnbuckles showing off their Titles to the fans before they hop down into the ring again as the music dies out and the lights come back on.

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

He takes a few seconds to survey the sound and the scene, staring at his opponent if introduced second. He walks to the ring with his long strides, looking determined and mentally preparing himself. He reaches the ring, stops, looks left and then right at the crowd as if he makes to jump up to the apron as he always had in the past.

A momentary pause and he leaps, landing on the outside of the ring. Pyrotechnics blast from the ringposts as his feet hit the apron, and he shakes the top rope while the fireworks die out. He climbs through the second rope and raises his fists, gauging the ovation of PCW's Faithful before stretching in his corner.

DING DING DING!

The PCW Arena comes to a fever pitch as the sounds of the opening bell to our Six Man Tag echoes throughout the arena. John Cable paces back and forth as High Tide starts things off for the opposing team. Tide and Cable circle each other, yet as John’s back is to Wasp, it’s Wasp who enters the ring attacking John from behind! Shaw is quickly on the spot as he gets Wasp out to the ring apron but the damage is done as High Tide begins laying in right hands which back Cable up against the ropes.

High Tide looks to shoot Cable across the ring only to have John reverse and it’s Tide who bounces off the ropes into a Military Press by Cable! The PCW crowd cheers wildly as Cable displays his power by holding High Tide up in the air! Wasp is back in the ring where he delivers a straight kick to the gut causing Cable to topple to the mat with Tide landing on top of him!

ONE…

... TWO ...

...

Cable powers out to a nice ovation from the crowd. Wasp and Tide begin double teaming Cable which instantly brings Sebastian St. Paul into the ring! St. Paul and Wasp begin trading right hands while Cable and Tide exchange chops across the chest! Steve Shaw manages to separate St. Paul and Cable, while his back is turned High Tide delivers a kick to the groin of Cable drawing loud boos from the crowd. Order is restored. High Tide reaches his feet where he picks Cable up by the mask.

Tide takes Cable back into their corner where Wasp is tagged into the contest. Referee Steve Shaw begins to lay the count to the Freebooters as the collectively stomp the larger Cable down into the mat. Tide steps out to the ring apron as Wasp begins choking John with his right boot across the throat. Boos echo throughout the building as Steve Shaw lays the count to Wasp. It’s Wasp who breaks the choke at Shaw’s four count. Steve Shaw admonishes Wasp as he picks Cable up from the corner.

Wasp hammers Cable with a right hand before firing him into a neutral corner. Wasp charges in after Cable looking for a diving shoulder block only to have Cable side step Wasp at the final second which sends him catapulting into the ring post right shoulder first! Cable pulls Wasp back into the ring before spinning him around where he scoops him up before delivering a shoulder breaker! Cable is quickly into the cover hooking the near leg!

ONE…

... TWO …

… TH-

Wasp manages to kick out. John works his way back to his feet where he picks Wasp up before hammering him with a hard right hand which sends him bouncing off the ropes into a massive boot to the jaw that sends him crumbling to the mat. John turns towards his corner where walks over making a tag to Sebastian St. Paul. St. Paul enters the ring where he instantly goes to work by stomping away at the right shoulder of Wasp before picking Wasp up off the mat where he delivers an Arm Bar DDT! St. Paul quickly makes the cover hooking the near leg!

ONE …

... TWO …

… THR--

High Tide dives on top of St. Paul making the save at the last second to boos from the crowd. Steve Shaw is on the spot as he gets in the face of High Tide while sending him back out to the ring apron. St. Paul reaches his feet. He reaches down picking Wasp up off the mat before delivering a swinging neckbreaker. St. Paul opts not to make the cover. He reaches his feet where he backs up against a neutral corner before stepping up to the middle rope.

St. Paul comes off the top rope looking to a dreaded second rope fist drop! NO! Wasp rolls out of the way at the last second sending St. Paul driving his right fist into the mat. Wasp does a forward roll towards his corner to tag in Gabriel Cross who simply drops down to the floor. Wasp isn’t happy as he tags back in High Tide. Tide scales the buckles before catching St. Paul with a Missile Dropkick! Tide makes the cover hooking the near leg!

ONE ...

... TWO

....

St. Paul kicks out to a pop from the crowd. High Tide locks in a rear chin lock as Cross climbs back up on the apron where Wasp exchanges words. High Tide continues cranking back on the chin lock as the crowd begins to rally behind St. Paul. Sebastian before working his way to his feet where he turns into the chin lock before countering with a Side Slam. Both men lay on the mat forcing Steve Shaw to lay the count to both men.

1 ...

2 ...

3 ...

4 ...

Both St. Paul and High Tide reach a vertical base. Tide swings at St. Paul who blocks and counters with a right hand of his own that sends High Tide back towards his corner. High Tide quickly spins around smacking Gabriel Cross across the chest signifying a tag! Cross and High Tide begins exchanging words which allows St. Paul to quickly tag in Ace Anderson to a massive ovation from the crowd! Gabriel steps through the ropes where he continues to argue with High Tide. Tide steps out to the ring apron joining Wasp as they both being exchanging words with Cross. It appears Cross gets the better of the verbal exchange before he turns around seeing a seething Ace Anderson staring across at him! Cross spins around looking to instantly tag back out only to have The Freebooters drops down to the floor which garners a pop from the crowd!

Cross can’t believe it! The Freebooters begin back stepping up the ramp to an even louder ovation. It’s as if Cross has completely forgotten about who is standing behind him. Gabriel begins to stake several steps backwards before bumping into Ace Anderson! Cross spins around where he met with a standing Maple Syrup Slam which brings the PCW arena to its feet! Ace drives the point of his right elbow across the skull of Cross before taking a mount position where he begins hammering away at Cross!

Cameras catch the Freebooters at the top of the ramp pointing and laughing at Cross before making their way back through the curtain! Back in the ring, Ace reaches his feet where he instantly grabs both legs of Cross before locking in a Boston Crab! The crowd roars as the referee is in prime position. Cross screams out in pain as Steve Shaw asks Cross to surrender. Cross shakes off the referee before crawling towards the ropes where he’s able to latch on to the bottom rope causing Steve Shaw to call for the break. Ace releases the hold before getting back to his feet where he picks Gabriel up before shooting him across the ring and into a neutral corner.

Cross bounces off the corner where he walks into a Side Walk Slam by Anderson. The crowd gets louder and louder as Ace reaches his feet, salivating over what he has planned next. Ace reaches down picking Gabriel up off the mat. He glances towards his corner where both John Cable and Sebastian St. Paul are both eager to get them a piece of Cross. Ace yanks Cross towards his corner where John Cable gets the tag. Cable steps through the ropes before delivering a boot to the midsection that doubles Cross over. Cable places Cross’s head before his legs before under hooking both arms.

The PCW crowd gets louder and louder as they are all well aware with what’s going to be coming. Cable holds Cross in position for several seconds before driving him violently into the mat with the WALKING NIGHTMARE! The PCW arena gets louder and louder as Cable reaches his feet and makes the tag back to Sebastian St. Paul. St. Paul steps through the ropes where he instantly picks Cross up off the mat. St. Paul twists the next and body of Cross around before dropping him with the Incarceration!!

… but WAIT! We’re not done! St. Paul reaches his feet where he points at Ace Anderson which garners the loudest ovation of the night! St. Paul makes the tag back to Ace who steps back into the ring. Ace enters the ring where he picks Gabriel back up off the mat. He sets him in position before delivering a devastating Exemplifier! The exclamation point, if you will. Ace makes the cover hooking the near leg.

ONE…

… TWO…

… THREE!!!

Winner(s): Ace Anderson & The New Breed Foundation

The three men celebrating over the fallen Gabriel Cross, the feed goes to commercial as the victors meander their way back to the backstage area.

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Trauma 141 Results! Oct 4, 2013 12:12:23 GMT -5

Post by Murdoc on Oct 4, 2013 12:12:23 GMT -5

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
Like Mussolini and Kennedy
I'm the cult of personality
Cult of personality
Cult of personality

Electricity fills the air inside the PCW arena as Tristan Slater emerges on to the top of the stage to a very mixed pop from the crowd. He's trailed by Miyoko who doesn't look overly happy.

As Tristan makes his way towards the ring he's in his wrestling gear with white t-shirt which reads "NO ONE" across the front and on the back it reads "IS UNTOUCHABLE". Miyoko shows a bit of concern as they reach ringside where she reaches out pulling Slater by the left hand. Tristan spins around where Miyoko mouths the words.

"Don't do this."

Tristan says something that's unreadable to the cameras. Miyoko doesn't like it as she shakes her head before making her way back up the ramp while Tristan climbs up on the ring apron before stepping through the ropes and into the squared circle. Tristan walks across the ring where he reaches through the ropes and takes the microphone from the ring announcer. The music fades away leaving a very mixed reaction from the PCW faithful. The music fades away as Tristan raises the microphone to his lips.

"I'd suggest you all hunker down in those seats. I'd suggest those watching LIVE around the world pull your chairs up to your television set because I've got A LOT to get off my chest."

Tristan lowers the microphone as the split crowd make their intentions known. Tristan raises the microphone one more time as he continues.

"What a shit storm this company is apparently headed into. So let me see if I'm understanding this correctly. Last week The Untouchables finger prints are all over this program as they show up with STOLEN Championships and tells us all that we have to EARN them? Is that right?"

There's a loud cheer from the crowd as Tristan continues.

“Correct me if I'm wrong but uh, didn't The Untouchables steal the Tag Titles? Since when is theft EARNING a Godd**n thing?!?!"

A smattering of applause can be heard coming from the crowd as Tristan cuts off the audience.

"I'm not out here for your sympathy or for your applause. Save that shit for The Freebooters, Andy D, or any of the other "YES MEN" that occupy that locker room because I'm NOT that guy! I am the guy who calls as I see it and from what I see it appears that The Untouchables are a group of butt hurt former pieces of talent that CLEARLY aren't capable of dealing with top tier talents without strength in numbers."

There's a gasp from the crowd as Tristan continues to call it as he sees it.

“Last week Ace Anderson took a beating and yet NOBODY bothered to interject themselves into the equation. Instead the talent in that locker room sat back and watched because they're SCARED to buck the system and stop doing what they're told!"

Tristan turns his attention towards the entrance ramp before continuing.

"It's pretty pathetic that The Untouchables can have free reign to do whatever the hell they want while the owner of this federation sits back and merely WATCHES without so much as lifting a fucking finger. Skylar, I hope to GOD you're listening to me because you sir either need to pull your head of your ass and TAKE back control of your federation, or STEP ASIDE and let the PROFESSIONALS go to work!"

There's another smattering of applause from the live crowd as Tristan now stands back up to a vertical base before peering directly into the camera as he states.

"And since apparently nobody in that locker room has a pair of balls hanging between their legs, allow me to be the guy to put The Untouchables in their place! That's right, I'm standing in the middle of this ring and I'm calling the THREE of you out BEGGING for you to pull this shit with me!"

Tristan waits for several seconds with nothing or no one showing their faces.

"NO ONE is Untouchable."

There's still nothing.

"Let's GO! I've got ALL night to stand right here and wait for you three rejects to come down to this ring and put me in my place! You want someone to step up and EARN anything? I'll be your Huckleberry.”

STILL nothing, no movement ... no response.

”Fine. You won’t come out here, I’ll come looking for YOU!

With that, Slater hops out of the ring and he heads backstage as we set up for our next match ...

Match Four

Singles Match
Rick Majors vs. Justin Michaels
Referee: Roberto Garcia

The lights go out. Suddenly the sound of guitars pierce through the silence. A spotlight shines on the entrance. The crowd starts to murmur. As the guitars get louder, Rick Majors appears in the entrance way, the spotlight directly on him and no one else. Majors pauses in the entrance way for a moment.

Majors looks down briefly. He then shakes his head, breathes deeply and stares out at the crowd.

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

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

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

Majors then slowly walks down to the ring, as the spotlight follows him.

Majors climbs the ring steps and pauses. He turns towards the crowd, standing on the ring apron.

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

Taken down, taken down, taken down"]

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

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

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

The lights in the arena then come back on as Majors circles the ring, awaiting the start of the match.

The 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, but the overwhelming applause does not as he stands the ready for his match.

Roberto Garcia relays the rules to both men and retreats to call for the bell. Neither man moves until they hear the familiar sound of...

DING DING DING!

On the bell they're off the block and locking up hard in a tie-up. Stormm is pushing, Majors takes two steps back; he plants his feet and fires forward, pushing Stormm onto his heels. Stormm capitalizes, pulling Majors in for a tight side headlock. Majors shoots an elbow into Stormm's gut and swivels into a waistlock, feet firm behind Stormm. Wasting little time on his waistlock Majors immediately moves into a half-nelson. He floats Stormm over and drops him with authority, bridging a pin in the process.

1...

Stormm jerks his legs and he's loose, winded but unharmed by the slamplex he just received. He's up to a knee, and he hesitates, a jolt of pain pushing its' unwelcome self into his knee. He Falters (get it?) and drops down just in time for Rick Majors to stick him with a shuffle side kick to the jaw.

Majors closes while Stormm check his chin, and then Justin's ringstincts take over. He fights the pain and pivots, and whirling about he sweeps Majors in a takedown. Off-guard, Majors hits the mat back down smack solid. Stormm surges upward, hooking one leg and turning Majors over in a half-crab. Stormm reclines on the unwilling Majors, applying as much force to the lower back as he can muster.

Majors bites his lip a bit and weighs his options. With the ropes a fair way off it'd be a struggle to drag Stormm behind him, yet his chances of flipping over seemed minimal at best. A big breath and he was off and hauling, shifting his weight like a vertebrate worm in a rainstorm. And he was gaining ground. Three hand lengths, two, one, and he had the ropes! The crowd, impressed with the display of fortitude, give him a deserved applause.

Roberto Garcia makes the count and Stormm releases right around three. He backs off long enough to call it a break and then he's back on Majors, picking him up and clubbing his shoulders all the while. His apparent strategy? Breaking him down piece by piece.

Indeed he moves from legs and back to neck and head, pulling Majors into a facelock and planting him hard with a DDT. Stormm opts to cover and assess his progress.

1...

...

And Majors kicks out. Clearly shaken, however, Majors struggles to recover despite the quick count. Stormm scouts the disorientation and allows Majors to turn his back on him. At the right moment Stormm lunges forward, locking in a reverse facelock. And it's a reverse DDT! Majors' skull again meets mat. Stormm covers...

1...

...

And again Majors kicks out! If one were to predicate Rick Majors, tough would have to come to mind.

But it's not phasing Stormm. Again he hoists Majors up against gravity, still clubbing away to deal optimal damage. But Majors fights back!

He explodes forward, a defensive palm strike over Stormm's heart stunning him for a brief second. And that's long enough for a gambit of roundhouse kicks from Majors. His martial arts mastery takes hold and he's launching multi-level strikes from leg to lat. Stormm's trying to cover up but his shields essentially overload and he's left open and at Majors' mercy. Pivoting kicks with a dancer's grace, Majors hits thigh-abs-lat in quick succession before dropping Stormm with an elbow smash.

In full-on fight-or-flight, Stormm picks the former and he's fighting back to his feet. Majors hits the ropes and returns to meet him with a running clothesline, dropping and further disorienting Justin Michaels. But Stormm's high on adrenaline and jumping back up, just in time for Majors to connect with a running high knee to Stormm's temple! Majors covers after the high octane assault.

1...

...

2...

Kick-out by Stormm! Majors tests Stormm, almost baiting him, helping him up without any adornments. Stormm shoots a gut punch and Majors responds with an elbow strike to his forehead, and again Stormm is stunned. But standing. Majors picks his spot. Center of Attention!

No!

Stormm ducks and drops back, behind Majors now. His right arm around Majors shoulders, swiftly, with Majors' right behind his own head. Stormm hits the Flash Flood! Majors looks wrecked. Stormm covers.

1...

...

2...

...

Again, kick-out by Rick Majors! Stormm retreats to stalk his prey, leaving Majors to climb to his feet alone. Stormm's moving, breaking sight-lines, trying to set up behind Majors for another of his signature delights. Whether by instinct or awareness, it's impossible to say, Majors perfectly scouts Stormm's finishing maneuvers. Realizing he's coming in from behind, Majors allows it to happen instead of front facing. Stormm advances to grapple and Majors side-steps, turning on his left heel and arcing his right boot at eye level. Centre of Attention! Majors just kicked Stormm in the back of his skull!

Stormm's down now, with Majors standing and shaking the blinds from his eyes. He comes around with Stormm still down and instead of making the pinfall he enters Kill Mode. He lifts Stormm up and though he tries to fight back it's a short distance to the double-underhook. Majors oomphs and hoists Stormm high, driving Stormm down at a deadly angle with a DDT! MAJOR IMPACT!

1...

...

2...

...

...

3!

Winner: Rick Majors via Pinfall

"Demons" fires up and the crowd are applauding the match, marveling at Majors' toughness. As Majors leaves the ring, Michaels is finally stirring and the crowd applaud him, as well, once he stands. The celebration of hard-fought contests is cut short, however, as "Back in Black" cuts over and shifts the crowd to instant boos. Skylar Marshall appears on the stage with a microphone, ready to get down to business.

Skylar Marshall: Justin... foolish Justin. Since arriving here you've gallavanted, setting yourself on a crusade against me. You claim you fired me from your company, bad for business, whatever you want to believe. So then what do you do? You come back here, to MY house, and expect some sort of similar result? There's something you fail to understand, Justin. While you make the rules at Havoc, in PCW, I am the Law. And you'll do well to follow it.

Stormm is calling for a microphone to respond but Skylar refuses.

Skylar Marshall: No, no. Right now you're going to listen. And listen closely. You want a shot at Showtime, right? Well I'll tell you how you're going to get it. At this point, as you all know, I don't put much stock in Michael Wryght. In fact, he put all of his stock in me. The fact of the matter is this, though, Justin. I put MUCH LESS stock in you. Since returning with this vendetta, you've done nothing but LOSE. You want a shot at Mr. Showtime? Well, Stormm, you've got to earn it. Prove to me you don't like losing, Justin. Prove you're a winner. And then you can face him.

Skylar pauses, looking at the Faithful as he says this instead of Justin Michaels himself.

Skylar Marshall: You will not face Michael Wryght in the ring until you defeat EACH of PCW's CHAMPIONS in singles competition.

The crowd converges on this apparent injustice, hurling boos and even drinks at Skylar Marshall.

Skylar Marshall: Better get ready, Stormm. You've got work to do.

Marshall retreats from the flying refuse after the statement and the feed fades to ...

The theme song for Deadly Intentions 3!

Match Five

Non Title Singles Match
Justin Kaard(c) vs. Grimm
Referee: Melina Cruz

“Attack” by 30 Seconds to Mars begins to play over the PCW loudspeakers, the lights flashing in time with the intro 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 jeers of the audience with all the practiced swagger of a self important high school athlete.

Coming to the ring he moves to the side and takes a running start before sliding across the apron on one knee. He grabs the ropes before hitting the turnbuckle and vaults over the ropes. Once in the ring, Kaard runs to the far turnbuckle and leaps to the second rope, his World Championship belt still conspicuously absent. He raises his arms, crossing them at the wrists before jumping from the turnbuckle, moving back from the ropes just in time...

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.

Melina Cruz steps forward, issuing the usual brief warnings, and calls for the bell. The match is underway!

Kaard lunges forward with a heedless strike, Grimm dodging out of the way while deflecting the blow, backing himself into the corner. Kaard pursues, using all the speed at his disposal to try and gain an early upper hand, laying into Grimm with a few solid chops to the chest, following it up with a gratuitous backhand to the face! Like a mountain shrugging off an avalanche, Grimm rises to his full height, staring down at Kaard with clear disapproval. Kaard backs up a few steps, holding his arms out to the side in clear challenge, the camera zooming in to catch the shouted words.

“What now, huh?! I’m the *BEEP*ing World Champion!! I’m the CHAMP!!”

Grimm’s only response is a slight shake of his head as he stands resolute and unconcerned, his overall air of being as unimpressed with the current World Champion as he had been with Kaard’s former co-champion. Grimm’s neutral, frozen gaze aggravates Kaard into pressing the attack, the two men locking up in the middle of the ring. Kaard manages to squirm his way into a slightly advantageous position, using the leverage to swing Grimm around into an Irish Whip towards the ropes! Grimm takes the rebound momentum, rushing towards Kaard as “The Adrenaline King” readies a clothesline with clear intent to try and fell the giant as soon as possible - but no!

No fool, Grimm ducks under the outstretched arm to catch Kaard with a heavy upwards angled spear, lifting him bodily from the mat - hefting Kaard over and sending him crashing down with a T-Bone Tazplex! Pressing the attack, Grimm strides over to Kaard, gripping him in an Iron Claw and guiding him to his feet before sweeping a leg behind Kaard and dropping him again with a Clawhold STO! As Kaard writhes in pain on the mat, Grimm delivers a few solid stomps into the younger man’s midsection, leaving Kaard curled up and winded. Grimm moves in for a cover, wrapping Kaard up for a pin!

...1!

... -kickout!

Kaard gets both shoulders off the mat, Grimm releasing him immediately and stepping back, real pain visible on Justin’s face as he crawls to the ropes and uses them to gain his feet. Despite Grimm’s recent difficulties in putting the likes of a suicidal Rick Majors to bed for the last goodnight, he seems more than willing to make up for it in this match with PCW’s current World Champion. Grimm advances on the unstable Kaard with the relentless surety of a wolf tracking a bleeding deer through the snow, batting aside Justin’s feeble, almost non-existent attempts at self defense in order to strong-arm Kaard into another lift - this time flipping Kaard forward and down into the Foddershock!

The crowd bursts into cheers as Grimm pants “The Adrenaline King” face first into the mat, Justin laying there senseless for a moment. Rather than going for a cover, Grimm again helpfully assists Kaard to his feet, the overall dynamic of the match being not unlike a stern uncle taking an errant brat behind the woodshed for some solid corporal discipline. Weaving where he stands, Kaard stares at Grimm with pain-glossed eyes, the Hangtown Horror not hesitating for a second before letting fall the Sword of Heimdall!

With a sickening *thock* heard around the arena, Kaard drops to the mat like a bag of wet cement, blood beginning to trickle from his nose from sheer blunt force trauma to the skull! Grimm wraps his arms around Kaard with the attitude of a farmer culling the initially promising but ultimately weak from his herd, pulling him in for another pin.

...1!

...2!

... -kickout!

Incredulously, at the VERY last second, Kaard manages to twitch his shoulder up!! Melina having no choice but to move away and allow the match to continue, despite Kaard’s rapidly deteriorating physical condition. As Kaard stirs on the mat, struggling to rise, Grimm once more assist him in gaining traction on the mat, solicitously walking him over to the turnbuckle. The crowd begins to cheer wildly, savage cries of thirsty for violence, as they witness Grimm ascending the turnbuckle while still keeping a firm grip on Kaard! Justin instinctively reacts to the sounds, beginning to struggle weakly as if the crowd’s raucous din were the sound of his own death-knell, a glimmer of awareness returning to his eyes - just in time for Grimm to unleash The Harvest!!

Kaard is blasted into the mat, the momentum of the fall rolling his senseless body onto its side. In one smooth motion, Grimm pushes Kaard to his back, down on one knee beside the fallen World Champion, pinning Kaard’s hands to his chest with Grimm’s own. Almost as a forgone conclusion, Melina steps forward one more time to make the count...

...1!

...2!

...3!

Grimm has won! As “Dream Song” by Ministry wraps its tendrils through the PCW loudspeakers, Grimm rises to the cheers of the PCW Faithful! The cheers quickly lapse into a blend of jeers and shouts, and Grimm’s wintery stare fixes on a dark, slender form approaching him from the stage entrance! As the figure moves closer, it’s clear that the PCW World Championship belt is in hand, with silvery white hair shifting over black leather - it can be none other than Eira of the Untouchables! As Grimm watches with a wary curiosity, Eira slips into the ring and moves over to Kaard’s barely-stirring body. Standing over him, she shakes her head with disdain and drops the World Championship belt onto his beaten and bloodied form.

Melina visibly tenses as Eira moves past her on her way over to Grimm, but she doesn’t so much as glance at the referee.. Upon reaching the Hangtown Horror himself, Eira offers a warm, genuine smile and lifts his hand as the winner in celebration of his raw domination of the match! Staring straight into the nearby camera, Eira speaks words addressed to one man but meant for the entire federation to hear:

“Take note, Tristan Slater. THIS is Pure Class Wrestling.”

With that, Eira can be seen congratulating Grimm one last time before she precedes him from the ring.

Last Edit: Oct 4, 2013 12:16:08 GMT -5 by Murdoc

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Trauma 141 Results! Oct 4, 2013 12:15:08 GMT -5

Post by Murdoc on Oct 4, 2013 12:15:08 GMT -5

Match Six

Singles Match
Michael Wryght vs. Non Compos Mentis
Referee: Eric Russo

"Gold on the Ceiling" by The Black Keys begins to blare over the P.A. system and the arena darkens. A single spotlight begins to shine on the entrance way illumination none other than “Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght. He is wearing a long black and silver sleeveless robe. He stands there with his back to the ring and his arms crossed. The back of the robe is exposed with the words in blue and silver “Mr. Showtime” and slightly behind him is the beautiful Perfection.

Showtime slowly walks to the beat of the music as the only light in the arena follows him to the ring. He walks up the stairs and whips off his feet on the outside apron. He ducks under the top rope and two other spotlights shoot on him he spins and puts his arms out. He slowly makes his way to the corner crossing his wrists, with is fingers are lock making a “W.” He pulls his arms down setting off some small pyros behind him, which also begins the lights to return to the arena.

“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. Eric Russo calls for the bell and the match begins.

DING DING DING!

Showtime is the first to move as he comes out of the corner, hands raised in a passive stance. Mentis stomps forward to meet him, and they stop within a foot of each other. Showtime sticks out his hand for a shake, and Mentis raises an eyebrow. It reaches its peak and Showtime plants a right hand on top of it, catching Non Compos Mentis by surprise and setting him stumbling backward.

Showtime advances, firing quick elbows across his face while backing him toward the ropes. Once there a hard irish-whip sends Mentis the other way and Showtime follows, dropping prone and allowing Mentis to leap him on the rebound. Mentis chugs harder, hitting the ropes with greater force than the last, and he drops Mr. Showtime with a shoulder tackle for his troubles.

Quick boots by Mentis send Showtime into a defensive posture, Mentis closing with heavy stomps as Eric Russo is behind him trying to maintain control. Showtime checks his sight-line on Russo and realizes: I can't see him, he can't see me. He reaches up toward the frantic Mentis and plants his thumb firm in his eye, pushing against his oculus. Mentis retreats and grabs his eye while Eric Russo wonders what just happened. He didn't see anything...

Showtime makes it to his feet and is set to charge until Mentis, still blinded, grabs Eric Russo and holds him hostage between he and Michael Wryght. Showtime's looking at his fist as if wondering 'should I anyway?' while Mentis has had enough time to see once more. He moves Russo aside and charges Michael Wryght, aiming a clothesline that Showtime ducks beneath. Mentis turns --- spinning european uppercut! Mentis is down! Showtime drops for a quick pin. Russo, somewhat reluctant (having thought about calling it when Mentis grabbed him), makes the count.

1...

Kick-out. A clear tester and a means to expend some of his psychotic energies. They're both getting up, Showtime just ahead... hangman's neckbreaker by Showtime! Another pinfall attempt!

1...

...

And another kick-out before two by Mentis! And yet as Showtime hoists him up and attacks with knife-edged chops, Mentis is looking much worse for wear. The chops on the dazed Mentis are backing him toward the corner, they're just beyond the center of the ring... Showtime shuffles, shifting behind Mentis and irish-whipping him HARD into the corner, using the weight-shift for added momentum. Mentis collides chest first with the turnbuckle and stumbles out backward, right into Mr. Showtime who is waiting with a Crossed Arms Backbreaker! Another pinfall attempt!

1...

...

2...

The Born Psycho kicks out! Showtime's eye-poke entirely turned the tide of the match, and his fast-paced offense has Mentis on the ropes. Literally. After escaping the lateral press, the Born Psycho rolls off to the side of the ring. Using the ropes to pull himself up, he's to a knee as Showtime's closing. He's winded, he's down, Showtime attempts to pull him the rest of the way.

Where's Eric Russo? Right behind Showtime, of course.

This time it's the Born Psycho's turn to get creative. He takes a jab at Showtime, and it's on point: he clips him right in Perfection's Private Property. Showtime staggers backward causing Eric Russo to move out of the way unaware of the low blow. Showtime's still standing, though holding his package, and Non Compos Mentis pounces. Literally. He surges from kneeling... and a Yakuza Kick nearly takes Michael Wryght's head off! Mentis dives on top of Showtime, plying all his weight down on Wryght's chest with outstretched arms in a suffocating pin attempt.

1...

...

2...

But Michael Wryght kicks out! The three level attack from groin to brain has Wryght seriously off-kilter, however. Mentis picks him up while hitting him with reckless and stiff punches to any part he can hit. He drives the point of his elbow into Showtime's forehead, bending him over far enough for a powerbomb set up. And he nails it! Powerbomb from Mentis! Another cover, again pushing hard on Showtime's chest after the heavy impact on his back.

1...

...

2...

...

Mr. Showtime gets the shoulder up! Almost out of air but somehow still alive, 'Mr. Showtime' Michael Wryght refuses to let 'The Born Psycho' Non Compos Mentis get the better of him.

He shoots forward from kneeling and takes Non Compos Mentis down with a front chop block. Luckily, Mentis doesn't land on top of him. Mentis grumbles to a kneel and turns while standing to face Michael Wryght, waiting in the wings and grabbing onto an outstretched arm. Single-arm DDT! Mentis is face-planted suddenly into the mat and Showtime makes the cover!

1...

...

2...

...

And Mentis gets his shoulder up! Showtime takes a moment to catch his breath after that second-wind effort, and this gives Non Compos Mentis a chance to gather himself. Looking about, he sees Showtime starting to stand and realizes he can force himself up faster. He gets to his feet a split second ahead and makes a wild attempt at a Blunt Trauma! He spins, fist outstretched and aiming for face, he can feel his knuckles graze Michael's cheek as he continues to spin, now out of control.

He comes to a stop but Showtime's on him, holding tight to his back and trying to maneuver him. In an instant he sees that he's going for the Sweetness. Resisting, not letting himself get captured in the reverse facelock, he looks about once more and sees Eric Russo right in front of them. He shifts his weight and stumbles them forward, right into the referee! Russo turns and turtles at the hard impact. A chance.

He shoots his boot between Showtime's legs and once again pops his penis. Showtime can't help but loosen his grip on the Born Psycho which gives him a chance to turn around. Another questionably low kick that may well have been to the sternum doubles Wryght over further.

Double Underhook by Non Compos Mentis! Could it be a Fractured Mind?! Showtime's head is driven into the mat in a sickening piledriver just as Eric Russo is coming around. Mentis pins and Russo, shaken, manages the count.

1...

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2...

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3!

Winner: Non Compos Mentis via Pinfall

"Scum of the Earth" erupts and the Faithful respond with spits and jeers, though their attitude shifts as a spotlight illuminates a man in the crowd. Non Compos Mentis is standing tall in the middle of the ring, looking out toward the spotlight stationed on one Rick Majors, watching with great interest.

Michael Wryght's leaving and Majors seems to be surveying both men as we go backstage!

****

Q storms into his locker room, or at least as “stormy” as Q can get. He pulls the door closed and places his fist against it, clenching it in frustration. Silently, he shakes his head, an unseen tear running down the face of his soul. His heart was heavy and sickened by what he had witnessed tonight.

Q: Why, Nathan? What would drive you to do those horrible things you did tonight?

Unseen voice: That’s what I’m here to talk to you about.

Surprised, the Single Letter Superstar spins on the voice and still can’t find the source.

Unseen Voice: Down here, big guy.

Then, a tugging on his pants leg revealed the speaker. It’s Tarrant, Nathan Saniti’s furry friend. Q looks as if he doesn’t know whether to take a defensive stance or relax. The beclothed rabbit put the air at ease.

Tarrant: Relax, Q. I just want to talk. About Nathan.

Q: What’s WRONG with him, Tarrant?

Tarrant shakes his head in uncertainty, shrugging his shoulders.

Tarrant: To be honest, I’m not entirely sure. His soul got unbalanced when he took that bullet all those months ago.

Q: But… It was just in his backside. How could it have caused so much damage?

Tarrant: Physically? It didn’t. You see, Nathan is a creature of balance. He HAS to do equal good to his evil and vice versa, but every once in a while, his scales get unbalanced and it takes a while for him to right himself. Think of it as taking too much weight off of one side quickly. The scales snap down to the other side.

Q looks a bit perplexed, but nods his head in agreement.

Q: So is that all that’s wrong? It just seems to run deeper than that.

Tarrant: That’s the tricky part. He SHOULD have righted himself long before now. Something else is wrong, and I can’t put my finger on just what it is. Something is… missing.

: What can we do? I can’t keep letting him go on his tears like this, yanno?

Tarrant: I understand, as would Nathan if he were right. Maybe we can help each other.

Q: Won’t Nathan notice you’re missing?

Tarrant thinks for a few seconds, then he snaps his fingers and smiles.

Tarrant: Do you have any socks?

Q looks at him quizzically. He goes over to his locker and pulls out three mismatched socks, handing them to the rabbit.

Tarrant: Three is the perfect number.

Q: I keep them just in case I find their mates. Poor little orphan socks.

Tarrant: Don’t worry. I’ll put them to good use.

Tarrant pulls the buttons off of his waistcoat, produces a needle and thread and runs behind a locker out of view of the camera. The sounds of a jackhammer, and air wrench, and a hammer striking an anvil can be heard, yet nothing seen. Finally, he returns with what looks like a rabbit-shaped sock puppet with buttons for eyes and a nose. He wipes the sweat from his brow using the creation as he steps back up to Q shaking the floppy creation purposefully.

Tarrant: There. All done.

The Single Letter Superstar looks even more confused than before.

Q: Are you giving that to me or to him?

Tarrant: This is for Nathan. He’ll never know I’m gone.

Q: Um…

Tarrant looks at his creation and something dawns on him.

Tarrant: You’re right. It needs something.

Tarrant pulls out a cigar and bites the end of it off before lighting it. He takes a big drag and speaks as he exhales.

Tarrant: Wake up, sleepy head!

As the smoke envelops the sock puppet, it begins to gyrate and wiggle of its own accord. The cloud continues to encompass the thing as Tarrant drops it to the floor. Lightning crashes within the cloud louder and louder until it has one final boom of thunder. As the smoke dissipates, another Tarrant is standing where the sock puppet once was. It smiles and snatches the stogie from the original, taking a deep breath.

Un-Tarrant: GIMME THAT! Ah! Now… What do you want?

Real Tarrant: I need you to occupy Nathan Saniti and distract him. Keep him company, but don’t get too carried away. Now go on. Off with you.

The real Tarrant opens the door, allowing the Un-Tarrant to roam his way to Saniti’s side. The real Tarrant watches as his creation scampers down the hallway before pulling the door closed again.

Real Tarrant: I couldn’t take a chance on him hearing us. He has my fierce loyalty to Nathan in him. I had to sacrifice that in order to help you figure out what’s going on here.

Tarrant looks up at Q. Q still looks befuddled by what he just witnessed.

Tarrant: What? Nathan isn’t the only one who can do magic. Besides… I’m a rabbit. I’m good at multiplying. Now, I’m going to make myself invisible so that only YOU can see me, so don’t go speaking to me with too many people around. They might think you’re losing your marbles.

****

MAIN EVENT
Triple Threat Match for the North American Championship
Kelli Starr(c) vs. Tyler Scott vs. Andy D
Referee: Tyrone Little

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 and Emilie Autumn's 'Syringe' lighting up the rest of the arena. 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. An air of deja vu hangs in the air like a reaper's Scythe.

Almost as if we've done this before. Kelli Starr would say that HOPEFULLY, deja vu is a phenomenon NOT to be bothered with this evening. Tyler Scott ... would say that deja vu is simply the way things will be. And Andy D? Andy D, as always, is looking to shake things up a bit ... but for now ...

Everyone is in the ring.

Everyone is ready.

The CROWD is pumped ... !

DING DING DING!

And the main event has begun! In a break from last week's opening salvo, Kelli goes straight for Tyler Scott. The champion wishing to show her skills against last week's victor, she goes for a quick clothesline ... to which Tyler responds by ducking. Kelli whiffing over him, he catches her with a quick sleeperslam that drops her to the mat in a heap.

Kelli struggling to return to her feet, Andy's in the fracas and dueling with Tyler Scott. The two men throwing some stiff shots, they're both brought to their knees by stereo kicks from a downed Kelli Starr aimed directly at the sides of the knee joints.

All three competitors kneeling now, it does nothing to stop them all from trading blows. These three mighty competitors even fighting on less than perfect footing, an appropriate parallel to their desires for championship glory. Fighting their way to their feet again, Kelli and Andy double Tyler Scott over with a pair of boots to the gut. Kelli landing a stiff kick to the chest, Tyler snaps up and back ... right into an Andy D falling neckbreaker.

The teamwork doing enough to put Tyler to the mat, the partnership is short-lived as Kelli and Andy begin to lash out at one another. Neither one getting the upper hand, the break comes when Andy goes for an ill-timed boot. Kelli catching the ankle, she holds the man for all of two seconds before pulling him into a momentum-assisted headbutt. Brutal? Check. Effective? Double check. Pretty? Negatory. It's bowling-shoe ugly but it works and Andy is on the mat clutching his jaw.

Tyler Scott having made it to his feet on the other side of the ring, he rushes Kelli and nails her with a shoulderblock from the side, sending her to the mat with great force. Going for a stomp, she rolls to the side and Tyler takes off to the ropes behind him. Kelli rolling forward and underneath, Tyler dives and rolls through ... poised and ready to strike as Kelli scampers to her feet.

Kelli racing towards Tyler, he catches her with a drop toe hold followed by a Regal Stretch. Kelli scrambling to pull herself to the ropes, the hold is locked in tightly as it looks nearly hopeless to escape.

That is, until Andy D rushes in a drops a huge elbow on the lower back of Tyler Scott. Scott rolling off of Kelli, Andy takes the opportunity to make the cover on the more weakened of the two at this particular point in time in one Kelli Starr.

1 ...

...2-

Kelli kicks out of the pin attempt right at the two-count. Andy D moving over to Tyler, he makes the pin attempt HERE in order to capitalize on his own capitalization from just a few seconds ago.

1 ...

...

Tyler kicks out before the two count even hits. He had to try, at least. Moving over to Kelli, he drags her to her feet and is unpleasantly surprised as Kelli stops him in his tracks with a throat thrust. The air effectively cut off for a few seconds, Andy retreats quickly in order to catch his breath ... but Kelli is on the offensive, peppering him with shots to the heads and chest as he backs towards the corner.

Kelli wailing on Andy in the corner, she jumps and lands a beautiful dropkick .... JUST IN TIME TO AVOID A SPLASH FROM TYLER SCOTT. The timing uncanny, Scott hitting the splash as Kelli is landing on her stomach on the mat. Andy with nowhere to go, he drops to the mat and rolls out onto the apron as Tyler backs away from the corner ... waiting for Kelli to stand before moving in with a flying forearm shot that pushes her back into the corner where Andy only moments ago stood.

Weakening her with several hard shots, he takes a step or two back before rushing in with a clothesline, which KELLI this time ducks underneath ... leaving Tyler to smack the turnbuckle with his pectorals. Kelli crawling away from the scene of the crime (and yes, the impact was fucking CRIMINAL in nature), Tyler is left to ... take a dropkick through ropes from Andy D?!

The innovative offense paying dividends, Andy connects with Tyler's ribs and drops him to a kneeling position in a heap. Kelli rushing towards the corner, she uses Tyler's back as a rampway to the top turnbuckle ... which she uses to springboard onto Andy D on the apron!

The crowd goes ballistic as we get SEVERAL replays of the insane move, the cheers almost drowning out the ringside commentary. Andy and Kelli both a heap on the outside, Tyler ... though damaged he may be ... is the only participant left in the ring and Little has started the count!

3 ...

4 ...

5 ...

Tyrone is already at five. Scott has backed away from the corner and is using the ropes opposite his opponents to steady himself ... catch his breath. Kelli and Andy are both grasping at the apron, pulling themselves up.

6 ...

7 ...

8 ...

Both Kelli and Andy make one final push and both make it back into the ring, where Tyler is waiting. Andy having taken the full impact of a flying Kelli Starr, Tyler singles Kelli out ... figuring Andy to be a marginalized risk at best right now. Kelli still on spaghetti legs after her breathtaking flight, Tyler is in control now. Taking measured and controlled shots, he aims every shot precisely in order to maximize the damage he dishes out.

Kelli on Dream Street, Tyler moves in for the kill and ... there’s Andy D with a HUGE spear to both Tyler Scott AND Kelli Starr! Both Kelli and Tyler down, Andy drapes an arm over each competitor for a pinfall attempt.

1 ...

2 ...

... stereo kickouts! These fighters with the greatest of hearts, they simply WILL NOT GIVE UP. And the crowd is ROARING, at an absolute FEVER-PITCH for a match that DESERVES to be in the main event this evening. The three competitors all slowly making it to their feet, it is Andy who throws the first punch to Kelli. Kelli retaliates with one of her own and another to Tyler. Tyler responds with a leg kick to Andy and an elbow to Kelli. It’s beginning to break down into a good old fashioned brawl. No fancy flips, no technical masterpieces ... just an out-and-out FIGHT.

Several brutal seconds later, it is KELLI who comes out ahead of the curve and levels Tyler with a heart kick. Tyler dropping to the mat, the third combatant finds a burst of speed out of NOWHERE and hits the ropes, springboarding off towards Kelli. It looks like ... HE’S GOING FOR THE BLOCKBUSTER! Andy rebounding, he hooks Kelli’s head and neck on the way over her ...

... but look at this! Kelli has the move scouted! Walking backwards quickly to keep the downward momentum at bay ... she has caught Andy in mid-air in suplex position! Unfortunately, the momentum IS there and she cannot maintain the stable hold as she staggers backwards towards the ropes. Tyler Scott dead in her path, she stumbles over the man and loses her balance ... Andy being unceremoniously dumped over the top rope to the floor below. Managing to land MOSTLY on his feet, Andy makes his way back towards the apron when ...

... THWACK!

From behind ... it’s the Adrenaline King! Justin Kaard attacking Andy from behind, the referee vociferously laying into Kaard to vacate the ringside area. Kaard and Andy D battling it out on the outside, Kelli is distracted for a split second ... and that’s ALL it takes for Tyler to rush in and wait for Kelli to turn to face him ... BOOM! Sudden Impact STO that DRILLS Kelli to the mat. The referee still paying attention to the outside, he’s calling for security who is rushing to the ringside area to neutralize Justin Kaard.

Tyler Scott making the pinfall, he grabs at Tyrone’s pants leg to get his attention ... which, oddly enough, WORKS and Tyrone drops to make the count!

1 ...

2 ...

Andy D in to make the sa-

... 3!

-ve.

A mere FRACTION of a second behind, Andy D breaks up the pinfall ... but it’s TOO LATE!

DING DING DING!

Winner: Tyler Scott

Andy on his knees with his head in his hands, he was SO CLOSE ... SO close. Turning his attention back to Justin Kaard who is being ushered up the ramp, Andy bolts from the ring ... anger coursing through his veins as he reaches Kaard at the stage area and the battle begins anew. Both men this time laying into each other, they are brawling tooth and nail as they exit the main stage area towards the back.

In the ring, Kelli has retrieved the North American championship ... and has handed it over to Tyler Scott. Deja vu is a powerful thing, and though the specifics were completely different last time ... it seems that fate has decreed the the British Lion should wear the North American championship! Kelli raising Tyler’s hand in victory, we end the show with a great feel-good moment as the crowd is STILL offering a standing ovation as Tyler Scott celebrates his victory and the beginning of his reign as Champion!

But more questions are unanswered than answered! What’s next for the Untouchables? Their presence seemingly light this week, are they planning something BIG for next week?! With Grimm having beaten BOTH former co-world champions, will the Hangtown Horror demand his rightful title shot, and what will Andy D have to say about it? Will Q finally release his inner demons to combat Nathan Saniti ... and what does Kelli Starr have to do with all this?! ALL the questions! Tune in next week to find out!

-CLICK-

_{Nathan Saniti def. Cory Steel, Q, &Tristan Slater
Arica Lewitt def. Tyrone Smith
Ace Anderson & The New Breed def. Gabriel Cross & The Flying Freebooters
Rick Majors def. Justin Michaels
Grimm def. Justin Kaard
Non Compos Mentis def. Michael Wryght
Tyler Scott def. Andy D and Kelli Starr to become the North American championship

HUGE thanks go to Slater, Kris, Mel, Drew, Rick and anyone who sent in segments for this card. It’s much appreciated. The heat’s starting to build, guys ... who’s getting pumped?!}

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