Trauma 144 Results!

[Murdoc]

We kick off tonight’s show with a recap of the happenings at Deadly Intentions IV! The path of carnage left in the wake of Tristan Slater and {BLACKED OUT}; the sight of MONROE and Ace Anderson going at it tooth and nail. Grimm and Andy D battling it out over the World Championship. The awarding of the Genesis Championship to Kelli Starr after a hard fought battle. And finally ... Eira standing tall in the middle of the ring after outlasting all other participants in the infamous Deadly Rumble! What can we expect here tonight? Let’s start things off with ....

Match One
Singles Match
Tyler Hendrix vs Anson
Referee: Roberto Garcia

The pyros explode and the music begins as what seems like a million fans each simultaneously scream at the top of their lungs, letting out as much emotion as possible. Tyler Hendrix’s reign has begun.


I wake up to find myself
After all these years
And where all the time has gone

Tyler’s face appears on screen with a sadistic smile.

BOOM!

"If I Die Tomorrow" by Motley Crue hits the speakers.


Tyler has made his way down to the ring by now following the huge explosion, he walks down slowly pacing himself. He then walks up the stairs, turns for a brief second and finally enters the ring… The crowd erupts. A small “Hendrix” chant breaks out as he looks around at the sold out crowd.

‘Hey, this isn’t Wonderland.’

Pausing for a brief moment, he just nods his head as if he looks lost.

‘Where is the nearest exit?’

He begins to exit the ring by ducking under the top rope, but then he pauses… you see a chuckle. He turns around and gets back into the center of the ring.

‘Unfortunately, I’ve been forced to make my first move after a few weeks. So this is Pure Class Wrestling? This is what you call history in the making? I could give a fuck about the show tonight. It's a flop. It crashed and burned like Grimm’s Championship reign. People are tired of watching the on-going melodramatic bullshit with The Untouchables. You act like it’s the hottest thing in wrestling! It never was hot. Nah, it just goes to show how weak PCW truly is. It’s sad when it overshadows the entire roster. It also tells me Skylar Marshall can’t find a legitimate superstar to carry PCW.. Everybody knows Andy D is eventually going to burn out. He ain‘t built to last as a World Champion. Every title division is weak. I’m bored. People tuned out of Deadly Intentions considering that was supposed to be a big night. Call me crazy, I’m not impressed with this bush league roster. Seems pretenders and fakes migrated into one tiny shit hole before I got here. When I’m right, I’m right. I call it like I see it.’

He shrugs his shoulders. A couple of fans yelling in the front row catch his attention for a brief moment. And he gives the fans who overpaid for their front row seats the middle finger.

‘This ring right here is the lost and found of the industry right now. Think about it. Tyler Hendrix was lost and now he has found himself the center of attention in this shitty town. It’s no coincidence why I‘m here. What’s been missing in the industry lately? Tyler Hendrix. No man in this industry has been able to drag me out of my vacation. No one out there is on my level. Nothing has rivaled the previous promotions I headlined, not even close. I got bored plain and simple. Got tired of waiting for the right opportunity to open up where I’d feel the least bit challenged. Take a look at the present state of Pure Class Wrestling. Wander outside of PCW for that matter. There is nothing honorable left. The allure is gone. This business is dead. This is industry is no longer appealing period. I plan on changing all that… that’s my challenge. To repair what some may call irreparable damage courtesy of you fucking morons. How? Stay tuned. I’m here to stay. And I’m bringing the swagger back.’

Tyler launches the microphone into the crowd and waits for his opponent to show up ...

... but not for long, as a grinding guitar riff explodes from the speakers before a symphony of chaos takes its place. Screams and drums harmonize with the raging guitar chords that make up "Bonehead" by Naked City. The assault on the ears continues for a moment when Anson emerges from the back with Suende in tow. He stops at the top of the ramp and waits for Suende to catch up. And when she does, the duo head down together in tandem.

'Making his way to the ring, weighing in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds. He hails from Las Vegas, Nevada by way of Okinawa, Japan. He is accompanied to the ring by his mistress Suende! HE! IS! ANSON!

She climbs the ring steps and waits on the apron while Anson slithers in under the bottom rope. He uses the top rope to pull himself to his feet before sitting on the middle rope. Suende remains on the outside, staring daggers at Haley from across the ring.

DING DING DING!

Anson and Hendrix circle each other, Anson looking determined, Tyler cocky and confident. Deliberately off-pace, Anson shoots a takedown to ground the speedy Hendrix, but Tyler's keen eye helps him dodge to his left. Anson's recovery is rapid, but the small window of opportunity allows Tyler to shuffle to his Anson's back and take him down with a bulldog. Anson hits the canvas face first, and Tyler makes a quick cover that barely eeks a one count. Anson's kickout is dramatic and enough to send Tyler rolling across the ring. He's still the first to stand and he charges Anson, spinning off his body and hauling him down with a rolling pin attempt. Another one count leads to another hard kickout by Anson, and this time Tyler gives him his feet. Hendrix uses this chance to play to the crowd and send a wink in Haley's direction.

He takes a second too long, however. Misjudging Anson's ring style, he's quickly met with a heavy knee to the gut that doubles him over, and any sense of flash or flare fizzles from the match-up momentarily. Anson lines up two hard chops that snap off Tyler's chest before following up with a vicious lariat. Anson covers, using one hand to push Tyler's face into the mat out of Roberto Garcia's sightline as he drops to make the count.

1 ...

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2..

and Hendrix forces his shoulder up before Garcia's hand can leave the mat.

Anson scoops up Hendrix, helping him stand but keeping him off-kilter with a hard european uppercut. With Hendrix slightly dazed, Anson pumps himself up and spins for a discus lariat. But Hendrix ducks! With Anson flailing out of control, Hendrix catches him on the way back, hooking the arms and planting him with a hard delayed butterfly suplex! Another Hendrix pin attempt!

1...

...

2...

Kickout by Anson!

Hendrix backs off as Anson works his way to a knee, and it's clear Hendrix aims to line him up. With Anson rising Hendrix makes a shuffle step and launches a superkick! This time it's Anson that ducks the high impact strike! Hendrix's momentum sends him sailing by, and when he finally comes to a halt he turns to find Anson's boot on his chin. Yakuza Kick! This drops Hendrix and the slightly winded Anson looks to go up top. He mounts the top turnbuckle, back to the downed Hendrix who's positioned in the perfect spot. Anson takes flight... Mutasault!

No!

Hendrix manages to roll away at the last possible moment, leaving Anson to crash and burn as he hits the mat chest first. Half playing possum, half sheer instinct, Hendrix manages to fight to his feet despite his throbbing jaw. He closes on his downed opponent, locking a front facelock and yanking him to his feet only to send his head into the mat with the Evenflow DDT he calls 'Hollow'! The big impact causes Anson to bounce and Hendrix uses the chance to roll him over just a few feet from the corner. Quickly he mounts the turnbuckles himself... Adrenaline Rush! The split-legged moonsault connects and Hendrix rolls off it, his energy level through the roof.

Suende tries to distract Roberto Garcia but Haley one-ups her, distracting her away from the ring and goading her to 'bring it.' Back inside the ring Hendrix has Anson doubled over with his head between his legs. Hendrix's back is to the corner. It's time for...

Ender's Game!!

Rolling through and guiding their momentum, Hendrix crushes Anson with a frontflip piledriver! As quick as he pops up he's down to make the pin as Haley grabs Suende by the boots before she can slide into the ring to save her charge.

1...

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2...

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3!!

Winner: Tyler Hendrix via Pinfall

"If I Die Tomorrow" begins to play and Hendrix unceremoniously rolls Anson out of the ring, where Suende's immediately at his side. Haley's in the ring with Hendrix and the two celebrate a very impressive performance by this up-and-coming Pure Class Superstar!

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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 center of the ring, looking out towards the crowd. He slowly starts to circle the ring, microphone in hand.

["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 come back on as Majors circles the ring.

'You know, I’ve been competing in PCW for just over a year now. My first match here was at Deadly Intentions 3. I lost that night. My most recent match here was at Deadly Intentions 4. I lost that night. So it kind of feels like I’m treading water. It kind of feels like I’m here for no reason. And that’s basically true. I am here for no reason. I’m basically killing time until I retire. And I’m fine with that. I know a lot of other people aren’t, but I’m okay with it.’p

Rick Majors walks over to the corner of the ring and he leans on the turnbuckle as he continues to speak.

‘But I realized something recently. I realized that if I’m going to run out the clock in this company, that I should at least try to entertain myself. I mean, why not, right? It's not like anything else I've tried has worked. Raging against the machine didn’t work. Moping and feeling sorry for myself didn’t work. Trying to inspire others didn’t work. Attempting to win matches certainly didn’t work....’

Majors walks across the ring and to the opposite corner. He leans on the turnbuckle once more, this time facing towards the crowd.

' ... so I’d might as well do something to keep myself busy. Maybe I’ll actually start watching some of the other matches in this company. Maybe I’ll be just like all of you and actually try to be a fan of this stuff. Maybe I’ll try to pick a few favorite wrestlers and follow them.’

Rick Majors pauses briefly.

‘Or maybe I have no idea what I’m doing and I’m just wasting everyone’s time. I’m sorry.’

With that, Rick Majors abruptly drops the mic and he walks out of the ring, leaving the crowd slightly confused and more than a little annoyed.

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Match Two
Singles Match
Referee: Melina Cruz
Arica "Trouble" Lewitt vs Dillon Durst

The lights in the jarring, anticipating arena, switch instantly to black. The voice of a small child creeps itself over the P.A. system...

"Close your eyes... and picture the ones you love..."

The rhythm of "Good Man" by Devour the Day takes the place of the child's soft voice, as a highlight package of Dillon Durst begins to play on the screen of the Jumbo Tron.

The crowd motion in the crowd resembles that of a "wave"... as the crowd all rise to their feet, directing all eyes to the entry way.

The curtain to the backstage area slides open, as "The Legacy" stomps his way onto the entrance ramp, causing a huge hurl of cheers and jeers from the audience in attendance. The crowd stand in anticipation, trying desperately to get a view of Dillon.

*I wanna be a good man...
I wanna see God...
I wanna be faithful, but I know that I'm not...
I wanna be a good man...
I wanna do right...
I don't wanna be a criminal, for the rest of my life...*

Dillon stands, still taking in the reaction of the crowd. An evil grin begins to spread itself from ear to ear, as he steadily begins to make his way down the entrance ramp. Strutting himself with oozing confidence, Durst does a slow spin for the PCW cameras to take his figure in.

*Everything that I've done before...
Has brought me back down to my knees...
I'm crying out to you, Lord...
It's getting harder, and harder to see... If there's good left in me...

Is there any good left in MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!*

He pauses halfway down the aisle, as red and white trails of pyro blasts themselves into the rafters of the erupting arena. Durst takes this time to pound his chest, boasting to the fans, who at this time, are reaching for, and in fact touching the skin of Wrestling's Prototype. Sliding into the ring, Durst rushes himself to the corner of the ring, mounting the turnbuckle as he does so. He pulls the arm straps of his singlet from his shoulders with a forceful tug, before raising his hands to the air. Camera flashes light up the dark arena, as it is now hard to separate the screams of joy, from the hisses of hate.

As the song fades out, it is replaced by a jeering crowd who are at their wits end with Durst. The lights in the arena kick back on, as the smoke from Dillon's pyro clouds up the arena entrance, and ring. Durst backs himself to the nearest corner of the ring, and leaning back, props his arms onto the ropes, and places a look of arrogance on his face with a sly smile. The fans chant hatred towards him, but Dillon pays no mind, and moves his focus towards the entrance way.

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.

"And his opponent, from Vancouver, British Columbia, she is Arica “Trouble” Lewitt!!!!!

Eventually the lights come back on, and she is standing in the middle of the ring, staring her opponent down.

She climbs a turnbuckle and waits as the bell rings.

Dillon Durst walks towards the center of the ring and suddenly Trouble leaps off the turnbuckle and charges at him, hitting him with a spinning wheel kick. Durst is staggered from the move and appears somewhat shocked at how quickly Lewitt jumped into action.

Durst pauses to collect himself and Trouble charges at him once again, this time taking him down to the mat with a spear. Durst covers up his face, but Trouble starts to unload on him with punches. The referee warns Lewitt about the closed fists, but she continues to punish Durst with right and left hands. Finally, Melina Cruz pulls her off Durst and admonishes her for her actions.

Trouble turns around and she’s met by a Dillon Durst clothesline that knocks her down to the mat. Durst pulls her back up and he Irish whips her into the corner. She hits the turnbuckle hard and staggers out of it. Durst runs at her now and drops her down to the mat with another clothesline.

Dillon Durst with a cover now:

1...

Trouble kicks out.

Durst pulls her back up to her feet and suddenly Lewitt explodes with a spear, knocking Durst down to the canvas. She pulls him up and backs him into the corner. Arica now unloads on him with a series of kicks, sending him slumping down into the corner. She then leaps up and hits him with a missile dropkick to the face, forcing the back of his head to smack against the bottom turnbuckle.

Arica Lewitt now pulls Dillon Durst out of the corner by the legs. She runs the ropes and drops an elbow on him. She then quickly climbs to the top ropes. Lewitt leaps off of the ropes with a flying leg drop, but Durst rolls out of the way and she hits the mat hard.

Durst slowly gets to his feet now. He pulls Lewitt up, sets her up and sends her crashing down to the mat with a suplex. Durst rolls over now and goes for a cover, getting only a one count. He pulls her back up to her feet only to send her back down to the mat with a side Russian leg sweep. Durst slowly stands up once more.

Lewitt rolls across the mat and into the corner. She starts using the ropes to pulls herself back up to her feet as Durst slowly approaches her. Durst now grabs her from behind, but Lewitt hits him in the midsection with a back kick. Lewitt then turns around and she stuns Durst by striking him with a roundhouse kick to the head. With Durst staggered, Lewitt leaps up to the top rope and comes flying off of the turnbuckle with a diving DDT!

Trouble now climbs up to the top ropes once more and this time she leaps off with a flying elbow drop, completing “Double Trouble!”

Lewitt now goes for a cover.

1...

2....

Durst barely kicks out before three. Lewitt pulls him up to his feet, but he shoves her backwards. She charges at him, but The Legacy cuts her off with a clothesline. Durst shakes the cobwebs out of his head and waits for Lewitt to get to her feet. Once she does, he grabs her, sets her up and drops her with a vicious tilt-a-whirl slam.

Dillon Durst now takes a minute to catch his breath. He then walks over to Arica Lewitt and pulls her back up to her feet. She responds with a chop to the chest that sends Durst staggering. Lewitt then follows up with a superkick that she calls Super Trouble. Durst collapses to the mat with a thud.

Trouble then pulls Durst up and she backs him into the corner. She takes this opportunity to punish Durst with a series of kicks. Durst tries to break free from the corner, but Lewitt’s attack is relentless. After unloading on him with kick after kick, Durst finds himself slumped over in the corner, clutching his midsection.

Trouble then grabs him by the head and spins around so that she’s now in the corner. She then takes a step backwards and starts to climb the turnbuckles while still holding Durst’s head under her arm. Once she reaches the second turnbuckle, she leaps off of the ropes and sends him skull first into the mat with a DDT from the second rope!

Lewitt then climbs the turnbuckles and she leaps off with a frog splash! Durst rolls out of the way and Arica hits the mat! Durst slowly gets to his feet. He pulls Lewitt up and sets her up for a suplex. He lifts her up high above his head and holds her there delaying the vertical suplex. However, Durst delays the move too long and Trouble breaks free, dropping down to the mat behind Durst and landing on her feet! As Durst turns around to face his opponent, she leaps up and connects with a hurricanrana!

Arica Lewitt now runs off of the ropes and she hits Durst with a running elbow drop. She then mounts on top of him and unloads on his face with right and left forearms! Once Durst is staggered, Lewitt pulls him back up to his feet.

Lewitt backs up up into the ropes and she strikes him with a right hand. Durst is staggered and he bounces off of the ropes. She then hits him with a front kick to the midsection, doubling him over. Trouble now connects with a kneelift to the face, sending Durst collapsing to the mat holding his face. Lewitt pulls him up, but he shoves her away. She charges at him and hits him with a clothesline, that sends him staggering into the corner.

Arica Lewitt now grabs Dillon Durst in a three-quarter facelock. She then runs up the corner turnbuckles and jumps backwards, performing a backflip in the air, and landing face down to the mat, driving Durst back-first down to the mat with Trouble From Above!!!

Lewitt now hooks the leg and the referee counts.

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2....

3!!!

Winner: Arica Lewitt

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Match Three
Triple Threat Match
Referee: Charles Lim
Wasp vs Cory Steel vs Tide

The arena goes dark as the heavy riffs of Amon Amarth’s “With Odin On Our Side” hits the arena in full force. Suddenly a light shines from behind, illuminating one man. High Tide adorned in his usual pirate gear and his newfound Viking Helmets, full with deadly looking horns makes his way to the ring, his face focused. As he enters the ring, Charles Lim immediately points to his helmet, which Tide places behind him on the steps, satisfying the referee.

The Wasp may be a bit older, but he certainly likes to get right into things. The fans may not like him, but he loves the attention. As the familliar riffs of "Welcome to the Jungle" hits the fans begin to boo him and he soaks in it, the lights flickering on and off. He walks tall and quickly and motions for the fans to get even louder, even though they are booing. He hops over the ropes and goes straight to a corner and climbs the turnbuckle and gives the fans the finger, as the booing has usually reached a deafening level.

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

Charles Lim checks that all the men are ready, and then motions for the bell to ring, signifying the beginning of the match. Cory Steel is quickly on the attack, catching both of his opponents by surprise with a double clothesline! Steel quick lets his target be known, as he pulls High Tide from the mat. Lifting the pirate easily, he takes a few wild fists from Tide, but slams him down with a wicked spinebuster.

To his credit, Steel turns to face Wasp, showing great awareness, but Wasp has been up and has LET Steel perform the spinebuster. Wasp is waiting for Steel with a totally unwarranted poke to the eye, which Charles Lim immediately warns him for, strict face and all. The temporarily blinded Steel, clutching his face, stumbles with into the open hand of Wasp, neck first. Wasp lifts Steel up in the air, and sends him back first to the mat with a chokeslam. He quickly goes for the pin, but Tide is having none of that, putting a boot in his back.

Wasp gets up and there is some tension as the two men stare at each other. Then Tide extends his hand, which Wasp shakes, and the two turn to face Cory Steel… for now. Steel backs off seeing the two men united in front of him, and not going to be caught unawares this time. Steel quickly bolts out of the ring, and Tide does the same, the two tag partners using their experience to there advantage. However Steel is not green when it comes to fighting the Freebooters, and is quickly back in the ring, and he wastes no time rushing Wasp. Wasp ducks under a clothesline and Steel bounces off the opposite ropes. Wasp is waiting for him to return, but instead he takes a big boot right in the face! Tide is back in the ring now and Steel quickly ties up with him, not wanting to give the dangerous pirate any room to work.

Cory Steel quickly retaliates with a headbutt, sending Tide stumbling back a few steps. He grabs Tide by the arm and Irish whips him into the ropes, but Tide holds the ropes, stopping him from bouncing back. Suddenly Wasp who is behind Steel sends him face first into the mat from behind with a bulldog! Tide takes the opportunity with Wasp getting up to run forward and catching Wasp around the neck with his legs and sending him tumbling across the ring with a hurricanrana! Tide with momentum behind him and Wasp fast rising, drop kicks his tag partner to the mat. It is as if the mat is foreshadowing the impending loss of the tag division as the Tide bounces off the far ropes and as Wasp rises, Tide sends him to Lay With The Fish with a tilt-a-whirl DDT!

Tide goes to make the pin but suddenly a large pair of hands are on him, lifting him off Wasp and the crowd goes wild! He is spun around and right into a furious flurry of punches aimed at his chest and face! Steel Hands! One particularly violent right hits him in the nose, and he falls to the mat and Cory Steel makes the pin. 1…2…3!

Ding ding ding!

Winner: Cory Steel

Cory Steel rises to the cheers of the fans and Charles Lim raises his hand! Suddenly the crowd falls silent and as Cory Steel is heading for the ramp, someone is coming from the opposite direction! It is none other than Rick Majors. The two stop opposite of each other, Steel having no idea why Majors is out there. Majors extends his hand, and cautiously Cory Steel shakes it. However suddenly, Majors pushes him back, and Cory Steel finds himself being restrained by The Flying Freebooters who have managed to scrape themselves off the mat and have come up behind him.

Majors approaches Steel who though tired, struggles to get out of the grips of Tide and Wasp. Majors stops just short of Steel and appears to examine him for a moment before unleashing a completely un-provoked right fist. As it connects with Steel’s face his knees buckle, but the Freebooters keep him standing. Majors hits him twice more, with impressive force before Wasp holds up a hand, signaling for him to stop.

Rick Majors, still seemingly unemotional about the whole thing nods, and backs off. Tide takes over the full restraint of Cory Steel, keeping the wobbly man steady as Wasp moves to the front. The insect wrestler nods at the pirate who springs out of the way and as Cory Steel begins to fall forward, he takes a Great White North superkick to the face! Tide makes as if he is going to go and get his own shot in, but instead he just dismisses Cory Steel with a flick of his wrist, and Rick Majors and the Flying Freebooters head up the ramp, leaving questions unanswered as we head to a commercial!

[Murdoc]

Match Four
Genesis Championship Match
Referee: Manny Cruz
Kelli "Dollface" Starr (Genesis Champion) vs Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith

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

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

The Genesis Title match gets off the mark as Manny Cruz calls for the bell and the clock starts ticking! A few seconds into the allotted 15 minutes pass and the two competitors lock up in the middle of the ring. Smith, the larger of the two with a full 4 inches and 47lbs over his opponent, takes control with a headlock but seems oddly unsure of himself with his rare power advantage. Kelli takes advantage, reversing into the ropes and slinging him across the ring. Rebounding off the ropes, Crazy Boy braces himself and powers Starr to the mat with a shoulder block before hitting the ropes again, this time under his own steam.

Just as Starr reaches her feet Smith approaches her and out of instinct she goes for a Hip Toss. Smith resists and attempts his own, throwing Starr through the air only for her to contort in mid-air and land on her feet. Instead, Smith throws a clothesline but comes up empty again as the Champion grabs it and transitions into an Arm Drag. Both wrestlers get to their feet but this time Smith is the first to act and whips off an Arm Drag of his own. Again both Starr and CB jump to their feet and it’s a race to see who’s fastest… with Starr winning, hitting a quick boot to the gut and dropping to the mat before jabbing Smith straight in the throat.

Smith stumbles carelessly around as he attempts to get his breath back but moves straight into a School Boy roll up from behind…

One…

Tw…

NO!

CB gets his shoulder up and scrambles back to his feet though Starr is already waiting for him, hitting a quick fire combo of shoot kicks to the knees. With Smith stunned, the Genesis Champion whips him across the ring and drops her head, giving him the opportunity to leap over the top into a Sunset Flip Pin!

One…

Two…

Kick out!

Kicking hard, Starr rolls backwards out of the pin back to her feet while Smith is slightly slower to reach his. Starr looks to take advantage and rushes forward, but as she lunges for a Neck Tie Clothesline Smith catches her, spins her around and drives her down with a Tilt-a-Whirl Backbreaker. Making a reflex motion, Dollface reaches for the ropes but is stopped when Crazy Boy grabs her and locks in a Single Leg Crab, adding pressure to the now hurt back of his opponent. The referee gets into position as CB torques back on the submission hold and asks if Kelli wants to give up. She doesn’t answer, choosing to reach hard for the ropes instead.

After a few moments Starr grabs the bottom rope but Smith is not going to give up, having already found a weakness. Before she can get to her feet, Crazy Boy drops a hard Double Leg Drop across Dollface’s back and rolls her into another pin.

One…

Two…

T…NO!

Starr gets her shoulder off the mat and the challenger stays on the attack by pulling her up quickly. As Smith pushes his opponent back to the ropes she lashes out with a punch to the midsection. While CB is rocked she hits out with more strikes, catching him with a salvo of forearms to the chin and follows it up with a sudden and vicious Roundhouse Kick to the temple. Smith collapses in the middle of the ring and Starr wastes no time in dropping signature ‘Banana Split’ leg drop straight on top of his throat before pinning.

One…

Two…

TH…NO!

The timer continues to tick down as Starr gets back to her feet, knowing that the longer the match continues the more it favors her chances. She takes her time and scouts Smith as he pushes his way up until he reaches a knee. Dollface sees that he is defenseless and starts to fire off a series of quick kicks, jabbing at every part of his body and forcing him to remain grounded and cover up for protection. The normally agile and fast Crazy Boy is unable to fight through the unending stream of strikes from the Champion, until she finally stops and sets herself. Smith’s head pops up and she puts all her strength with another Roundhouse Kick….

…that Smith ducks! Starr flails wildly and loses control, allowing Smith to react suddenly and hit a massive Jumping Heel Kick to the back of the neck, crumbling his opponent to the mat in a slow, deathly action. Before she can even begin to recover from the shot, Smith locks in a tight grounded Full Nelson and pulls back hard. Again Manny Cruz moves into position to ask the question of Starr but she sends him away, choosing instead to find an escape. She fades fast, however, and Smith is constantly increasing the pressure on the hold.

One thing he doesn’t consider, though, is the diminutive size and unorthodox flexibility of his opponent as she suddenly straightens her arms overhead and simply slips through the hold and backwards through CB’s legs. Before Smith can realize what has happened, Dollface uses her speed and jumps all the way up his back, landing in a sitting position on his shoulders.

Smith flails wildly, trying to grab Starr and throw her off but she maintains her balance and rolls forward with what looks to be a Victory Roll. She tries to roll Smith into a pin, but he holds still in a standing position and grabs the upside-down champion around the waist before using all his strength to throws her back over his head and slam her back first into the mat with a horrifying Wheelbarrow Suplex!

Clinging to her neck for dear life, Dollface doesn’t see Smith coming and he has a clear shot. Starr doesn’t see the Crazy Nerve Hold coming and it’s locked in with no fight. The pressure on the neck and shoulder of Starr gathers into an excruciating pain and soon Starr is scrambling for the ropes but finding nothing.

With no escape clear, there is only one option for Starr before she runs out of time and is forced to tap. She quickly pushes off the mat and forces herself to a knee. She struggles hard against the hold and lashes out desperately with a stiff elbow into the ribs of CB. He keeps hold of the Nerve lock though and forces Starr to throw her full weight into another elbow that finally loosens his grip. With no intention to let him lock it in anymore, Dollface reaches back and grabs Smith’s head before throwing herself straight up and over him, finally landing a spectacular Shiranui!

Crazy Boy hits hard and for a moment both competitors stay down, unable to move. Soon, though, Starr finds a second wind and pushes herself up from the mat and crawls out onto the apron. At this point CB begins to stir and Dollface starts to climb up the turnbuckle from the outside, with both reaching their destinations at the same time. With Crazy Boy on his feet and Dollface on the top turnbuckle, Smith turns and Starr throws herself off the top simultaneously…. And Starr connects with a flying Double Axe Handle!

With the ‘Sugar High’ hit, Smith collapses to the mat and Starr falls into a pin rather than actively trying to hook the leg.

One…

Two….

THR…NO!

Somehow Smith gets his shoulder up and Starr gives a momentary look to the referee. She climbs back to her feet and takes a moment to catch her breath before refocusing and grabbing her opponent by his head. Slowly she drags Smith up to his feet but she is too slow and gives Smith an opening. Desperately he shoves Starr backwards and as she rebound off the ropes he leaps high into the air, nailing a Dropkick straight to the face.

Smith struggles back to his feet and feels the energy coming from the fans. He taps the adrenaline and goes for the win. Pulling Starr back to her feet, Smith hooks her up and lifts her high into the air with a Suplex and looks to drop her down into the Crazy Slam… but Starr rolls through and instead hooks Smith in an Inside Cradle pin…

One….

Two….

THR…NO!

Smith kicks out as enthusiastically as he can and both competitors struggle back to their feet, only for Starr to spin and throw a reckless and uncontrolled Backfist straight at the head of her opponent. Still there is no killing blow, though, and Smith ducks! The over-rotation of the shot sends Starr into a spin and Smith instinctively catches her, hauls her onto his shoulders and immediately drops into a Snap Samoan Drop!

Both Starr and Smith are down on the mat again and taking the time to rest. Soon, though, Smith struggles back to his feet and gazes longingly toward the top rope. The PCW Faithful urge him to do what he’s thinking about…. And he does! He goes to the turnbuckle and climbs as fast as he dares, reaching there before Starr has even moved. Crazy Boy sets himself and channels his urge to win gold once more in PCW. He flies from the top and spins fast before plummeting to the mat with a phenomenal Crazy Spin!

….But Dollface rolls out of the way!

Smith manages somehow to improvise and hits the ground with a roll, sliding across the ring and trying to figure out where Starr has gone. He turns around just in time to see Starr set herself and throw out a kick, aimed torpedo-like into his heart. At the last possible moment Smith catches the foot and Starr is left dangling in no-mans land. Smith suddenly throws her leg around and catches her on the revolution, lifting her onto his shoulders and using her momentum to send him into a wild Airplane Spin!

Smith flails around uneasily and builds in speed until both he and Starr are both dizzy then finally he drops….. but Starr lands on her feet! She carries the speed and revolution of the Airplane Spin and tries one more time to land her trademark Backfist…. And connects!

Dollface’s fist slams into the side of Smith’s face with a brutally powerful ‘Candygram’ and he hits the mat in a heap! She finally drops to the mat and hooks the leg….

ONE….

TWO….

THREE!

Winner: Kelli Starr

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"White Rabbit" by Collide plays and psychedelic lights of green and purple brighten the ramp and walkway with no rhyme or reason. Nathan Saniti saunters out of the back as casually as an English Gentleman on a Sunday stroll, cane in hand and hat atop his head. Nathan Saniti barely notices the audience reaction, whether good or bad. About a third of the way down the ramp, Nathan Saniti stops as smoke billows out from underneath him. Just as it envelops him completely, Nathan Saniti tosses his hat into the ring, where it hovers and begins to spew smoke of its own. As the smoke on the ramp clears, Nathan Saniti has disappeared.

As the smoke from the hat clears, Nathan Saniti appears in the ring!

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

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

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

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

The powerful, frenzied beat goes on as NCM climbs into the ring and sends an evil look toward the referee before removing his tattered denim jacket and handing it over, then retreating to his corner in readiness for the match to come.

The bell rings and the two competitors circle each other. Staring directly at one another, they slowly circle before finally locking up. The two struggle for a moment before breaking off the lock up. Each man takes a step back and the two begin to circle once more. The circle gets wider as the men take steps backwards while circling more. Suddenly, the two competitors both run at one another, locking up once more.

This time the lockup is more aggressive and lasts long, with the two men jockeying for position and attempting to gain the upper hand. NCM finally succeeds in the exchange and he pushes Saniti backwards into the corner. Saniti doesn’t stay there long, however. He leaps out of the corner, catching NCM by surprise with a flying clothesline.

NCM is staggered, but that doesn’t stop him from swinging at Saniti with a right hand. The shot misses though as Nathan Saniti dodges it. The two men stand face-to-face once again but then then immediately start trading right and left hands!

The contest degenerates into a slug fest and referee Marcos Cruz tries to step in to break things up. His efforts are unsuccessful though and the two competitors continue brawling. Finally NCM ends the chaotic exchange by tackling Nathan Saniti down to the mat. He mounts Saniti and drives his forearm into Saniti’s forehead repeatedly.

Somehow Nathan Saniti manages to get his arms up and he shifts his weight, throwing NCM off of him with Saniti ending up on top. This time Saniti is in charge and he drives his forearm into NCM’s throat. The referee tries to break this up, but NCM powers out of the situation, reversing things again so that Saniti is now on his back in a defensive position. NCM now pulls Saniti up by the neck and lifts him high into the air. NCM then slams Saniti back-first down onto the canvas.

With his opponent down, NCM circles the ring briefly, sizing up the situation and shaking the cobwebs from his head. Saniti is getting to his feet now, using the ropes for support. Suddenly Non Compos Mentis charges at him. Saniti falls to the mat and he pulls the ropes down, sending NCM flying over the top ropes and to the outside! Saniti quickly realizes his opportunity and he throws himself over the top ropes with a suicide dive that catches NCM right as he stands up!

Nathan Saniti gets to his feet now and he paces back and forth, waiting for his opponent to return to a standing position. As Non Compos Mentis does, Nathan Saniti leaps up and he hits NCM with a picture-perfect hurricanrana, sending NCM flying into the steel steps at ringside! Saniti now pulls NCM up and he throws him into the ring before rolling under the ropes himself, ending the referee’s count. Saniti circles the fallen NCM for a moment before pouncing on him and unloading on him with rights and lefts. Once more, the referee has to physically involve himself in order to break up the situation.

Saniti stands up now and slowly NCM follows. Saniti charges at him but NCM grabs him and Irish whips him past him and towards the ropes. Saniti responds by running back at his opponent and hitting him with a corkscrew elbow! NCM is down once more. Nathan Saniti now climbs up to the top turnbuckle. He waits for his opponent to get to his feet and when he does, he leaps off with a moonsault that connects! Unfortunately, NCM catches Saniti and he powerslams him down to the mat hard!

NCM stands up, but quickly drops back down with an elbow into Saniti’s chest. He then pulls Saniti back up to his feet and he hits him with a snap suplex. Nathan Saniti is pulled up once more and this time NCM sets him up for a powerbomb! He lifts him up, but Nathan Saniti reverses into another hurricanrana! NCM hits the mat and Saniti charges at him. NCM leaps up off of the mat and he drives Saniti down with a vicious spear! The move sends Saniti into the ropes when he slumps down on the apron. NCM gets to his feet and he glares at his opponent. Saniti slowly pulls himself up using the ropes, but NCM runs at him, hitting him with a clothesline that causes him to fly off of the apron and down to the arena floor. NCM follows.

The two men are on the outside of the ring once more. Non Compos Mentis pulls Nathan Saniti to his feet, but Saniti shoves him backwards. Saniti charges at him now, but NCM dodges out of the way. NCM now swings with a punch that Nathan Saniti ducks. Saniti now leaps up and he catches NCM with yet another hurricanrana! This time NCM blocks the move and he shoves Saniti down. Saniti lands on his feet and he immediately leaps up once more, catching NCM’s head between his legs for another hurricanrana attempt. This time NCM counters the move by hitting Saniti with a powerbomb right onto the guardrail! Saniti falls over the guardrail and into the crowd!

NCM reaches over the barrier and he grabs Saniti by the head. Saniti grabs NCM’s arm and, while holding onto it, he drops back down to the floor, sending NCM’s chest crashing into the barrier. NCM falls backwards at ringside, clutching his chest. As he stands up, Nathan Saniti leaps off of the guardrail with a flying crossbody! NCM catches him in midair and he slams him spine-first into the ring’s corner post! NCM then tosses Nathan Saniti back into the ring and he quickly follows him inside, barely getting into the ring before the referee reaches a ten count.

Back inside the ring, Non Compos Mentis pulls Nathan Saniti up and he sets him up for a suplex. Nathan Saniti shifts his weight midair and he drops down behind his opponent. He then leaps up and hits NCM with a dropkick, staggering him. Saniti then kicks NCM in the stomach and he sets him up and delivers a snap suplex. Saniti now begins to hop around NCM, never taking his eyes off of his fallen opponent. Saniti then leaps up and he connects with a standing moonsault!

Nathan Saniti with a cover now.

1....

2....

And Non Compos Mentis kicks out.

Nathan Saniti now drags NCM into the corner by his arm. He props him up on the bottom turnbuckle and delivers a few stiff kicks to his upper chest. Saniti takes a few steps backwards and he tilts his head slightly, staring at NCM. He then charges at him and connects with a missile dropkick to NCM’s face! Saniti now stands up and he pulls NCM up to his feet, backing him into the corner. Suddenly, NCM grabs Saniti by the shoulders and he reverses positions with him. Saniti is now in the corner and NCM is in control. NCM lifts Saniti up so that he is sitting on the top turnbuckle. NCM now grabs his opponent by the head and he takes his position on the second rope. He pulls Saniti up to the top rope and he follows. NCM then lifts Nathan Saniti up and he hits him with a perfect superplex off of the top ropes!

Both men stay down on the mat for a moment before Non Compos Mentis climbs to his feet. He pulls Nathan Saniti up, but Saniti hits him with a chinbreaker out of nowhere. Saniti now runs around NCM in a circle twice before grabbing him around the waist from behind. NCM grabs Saniti’s hands and he desperately tries to break free. Saniti holds on, but NCM manages to create enough space between the two competitors that he can kick backwards and free himself. NCM turns around and he runs at Saniti now, hitting him with a running knee strike to the head. Saniti staggers backwards into the corner. NCM charges, but Saniti dodges out of the way and NCM hits the turnbuckle. Saniti grabs him now, but NCM pushes Nathan Saniti backwards. He then kicks Saniti in the midsection, doubling him over.
Non Compos Mentis now sets him up in a double underhook position and....

Fractured Mind!!!!

NCM with a cover!

1.....

2.....

And three! Non Compos Mentis wins the match!

Winner: Non Compos Mentis

As NCM catches his breath inside the ring, Nathan Saniti rolls to the outside. The cameras catch him speaking to himself “Well, I’ve done it! I’ve gotten rid of that infernal Q! I’ve done it!” Saniti continues to walk around the ring, bragging to no one in particular about Q when suddenly Kelli Starr runs out to the ring! She has apparently taken offense to Saniti’s comments and she charges at Nathan Saniti! The two end up in a heap on the outside, brawling with one another. The referee slides out of the ring and again it’s his responsibility to try and break up a brawl that doesn’t want to be broken up.

It doesn’t look like there’s any hope of restoring order anytime soon as Trauma heads into a commercial break.

[Murdoc]

Match Six
Triple Threat Match
Referee: Nolan Burke
Rick Majors vs Michael "Mr. Showtime" Wryght vs Tristan Slater

“ The following Triple Threat Contest is scheduled for one fall... “

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

"From Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 227 pounds: Rick Majors"!

["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.

“ ... and his opponent. “

Look in my eyes, what do you see?
Cult of personality

“Being led to the ring by MIYOKO KAWASHIMA, from Miami, Florida, TRISTAN SLATER!”

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 nice 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 opening bell.

“ ... and finally, hailing from Brick, New Jersey, "MR. SHOWTIME" MICHAEL WRYGHT!”

"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.

DING...DING...DING....

And we're underway with a very high profile Triple Threat Affair. Majors, Slater, and Wryght all walk out to the center of the ring with neither of the three showing any signs of intimidation. Showtime begins jaw jacking with both Majors and Slater as declares himself the top dog on the contest. The PCW arena comes a live as Slater and Major collective deck Showtime sending him to the mat where he quickly rolls out to the floor to boo's from the crowd. This leaves Majors and Slater in the ring where they don't hesitate in locking up center ring. Each man jockeys for position before Majors latches on to a side head lock. Referee Nolan Burke asks Slater to surrender, he's met with a middle finger before Tristan drives several elbow into the midsection of Majors before backing him up against the ropes where he shoots him across the ring. As Majors bounces off the far side Showtime reaches under the bottom rope where he trips him by yanking his ankles out from under him. Showtime pulls Majors out to the floor where he begins firing away with right hands!

Tristan eyes both men as he bounces off the near side where he gains a full head of steam before diving through the top and middle rope with a Suicide Dive on to both Showtime and Majors sending all three men to the floor. The PCW faithful pop for Slater as he's the first to his feet where he pumps the crowd up before picking Showtime up off the floor. Tristan looks to smash Showtime face first off the ring steps, Showtime blocks with his right boot before jabbing Slater in the ribs which allows him to send Slater face first off the steps instead. Showtime turns his attention back to Majors where he picks him up off the floor and tosses him back into the ring before sliding into the ring himself looking to garner a quick cover.

1!

2!

Majors escapes the near fall. Showtime quickly locks in a rear chin lock on Majors. Rick doesn't hesitate in working his way back to his feet where he counters with a jawbreaker! Majors reaches his feet where he begins hammering away at Showtime before twisting the right arm where he delivers a Hook Kick to the jaw sending Showtime to the mat. Majors executes the cover!

1!

2!

3--

The pin is broke by a Slingshot Leg Drop from the ring apron by Slater! Tristan rolls Majors over making a cover hooking the near leg!

1!

2!

Majors kicks out to a pop from the PCW crowd. Tristan is the first to his feet where his attention turns towards Showtime, he picks Showtime up off the mat before driving him back into a set of buckles with a shoulder block. Tristan drives several shoulders to the midsection of Showtime before hoisting him up to a seated position on the top turnbuckle. Slater delivers an open handed chop across the chest before stepping up to the middle rope where he locks a front face lock. The PCW crowd comes alive as Rick Majors comes up under Slater and hoists Tristan up on his shoulders! Showtime quickly seizes the moment in stands up on the top rope buckle before delivers a flying clothesline to Slater which Majors falls backwards and completes a Doomsday Device! Rick is the first to attempt the cover!

1!

2!

Showtime pulls Majors off the cover before jumping on top of Slater himself!

1!

2!

Majors pulls Showtime off the cover before he now jumps on top of Slater trying to make the cover.

1!

2!

Showtime yanks Majors off the cover which allows for Slater to roll out to the floor leaving Majors and Showtime going head up as they argue in the middle of the ring. It's merely a matter of time before it breaks down into a heated exchange of right hands! Back and forth they go, Showtime lands a right, Majors fires back with a right, Showtime lands a knife edge chop, Majors comes back with an open handed chop before being stopped with a thumb to the eye by Showtime to boos from the crowd. Showtime quickly takes over with a boot to the midsection before locking a front face lock where he delivers a beautiful slingshot suplex to Majors. Showtime floats over into a cover while Miyoko is shown checking on Tristan on the floor.

1!

2!

Majors throws a shoulder up off the mat to a pop from the crowd. Showtime reaches his feet where he cuts his eyes towards the outside where Slater is reaching a vertical. Showtime runs towards the ropes where he looks for a baseball slide dropkick! Slater side steps at the last second which sends Showtime sliding out to the floor landing on his feet. Tristan drives a knee to the midsection of Showtime before driving him backwards into the security railing! Slater laces Showtime across the chest with a knife edge chop before whipping Showtime into the steel steps! Showtime crashes right shoulder first into the steps. Before Tristan can take advantage he turns towards the ring to see Rick Majors sling shooting himself over the top rope with a Cross Body Block which takes Slater to the floor!

The crowd is on their feet with excitement as Majors reaches a vertical base. He picks Tristan up before tossing him back into the ring under the bottom rope. Majors slides into the ring before getting to his feet, he reaches down picking Slater up before planting a boot to the midsection which doubles Slater over, Majors bounces off the far side gaining momentum before delivering a running Knee Lift! Slater crumbles to the mat leaving Majors to make a cover.

1!

2!

Slater throws a shoulder up off the mat to a massive gasp from the crowd! Majors cuts his eyes towards the referee who shows him two fingers as he gets to his feet. Majors picks Slater up off the mat before hurling him into a set of buckles. Majors charges in after Slater looking to deliver a running shoulder block, Tristan avoids contact at the very last second which sends Majors smashing his right shoulder into the ring post! Tristan quickly pulls Majors back into the ring before spinning him around which puts his back against the buckles. Showtime manages to get back into the ring where he sees an opportunity, he charges towards Slater looking for a Body Splash yet it's as if Slater has eyes in the back of his head as he side steps Showtime causing Showtime to splash Majors! Slater spins Showtime around before shooting him back across the ring and into the opposite buckles. Tristan then charges towards Majors where he delivers a running knee to the jaw to a pop from the crowd and instantly Slater charges full head of steam across the ring where he delivers another running knee to the jaw of Showtime which is followed up with a Bulldog head lock that sends Showtime face first into the mat. Slater rolls Showtime over making a cover and hooking the nearest leg.

1!

2!

There's a massive gasp from the crowd as Showtime throws a shoulder up off the mat! Tristan is back to his face, pain etched across his face before turning his attention towards Majors who's still in the corner clutching at his right shoulder. Slater comes forward where he brings Majors out towards the center of the ring before delivering an armbar DDT before quickly transitioning into the Crossface! The crowd roars as Tristan cranks back on the Crossface! Nolan asks Majors if he wants to surrender! Majors waves off Nolan which causes Tristan to crank back harder and harder on the Crossface! Nolan asks Majors to give it up again! Majors can't answer yet raises his left hand up off the mat! Major's is going to Tap! He's going to Tap! ... no he isn't! Showtime delivers a low dropkick to the face of Slater from out of nowhere causing Tristan to break the hold! Showtime works his way back to his feet where he picks Majors up off the mat before hurling him over the top rope and out to the floor. With the spotlight center stage Showtime picks Slater up off the mat where he picks him up and delivers a back breaker! Showtime isn't done! He delivers a second back breaker before picking Slater back up for a third back breaker! Showtime hoists Slater up before polishing it off with a Side Walk Slam! Showtime makes the cover hooking the nearest leg!

1!

2!

3--

The PCW faithful gasps as Slater throws a shoulder up off the mat before the referee's three count. Showtime can't believe it! He makes another cover hooking the nearest leg.

1!

2!

Slater throws a shoulder up off the mat once again to an ovation from the crowd. Showtime turns towards the official as he complains about a slow count. The crowd responds as Rick Majors is shown rolling back into the ring, still clutching at his right shoulder before coming up behind Showtime where he rolls him up with a School Boy!

NOLAN BURKE- ONE...... TWO...... THRE

Showtime escapes to a massive gasp from the crowd! Both Showtime and Majors reach a vertical base where they take each other down with a double clothesline! The crowd comes to a thunderous ovation as all three men are down in the middle of the ring. This forced Nolan to start laying the count to all three men!

"ONE"

"TWO"

"THREE"

"FOUR"

"FIVE"

"SIX"

"SEVEN"

Finally all three men begin to stir.

"EIGHT"

"NINE"

All three men manage to push themselves up to a vertical base to a massive "THIS IS AWESOME, THIS IS AWESOME, THIS IS AWESOME" chant from the PCW crowd! All three men stagger towards the center of the ring where Showtime lands a right hand to Slater that rocks him backwards only to see Tristan come back with a right hand to Majors that rocks Majors! Majors swings a right yet Showtime blocks it before delivering a kick to the right knee cap that sends Majors to one knee! Tristan charges towards Showtime only to have Showtime elevate Slater over the top rope and out to the floor with a back body drop! Showtime turns back around before coming towards Majors where he walks into an inverted Atomic Drop! Majors delivers THE MAJOR IMPACT from out of nowhere! He makes the cover hooking the nearest leg!

1!

2!

..

... 3!

Winner: Rick Majors

It's over! What a match! Rick Majors picked up an incredible victory over equally impressive competition! The PCW crowd is on their feet as Majors favors his right arm as it's raised by Nolan. The taste of victory is short lived as NCM hits the ring! NCM takes Majors down with a double leg take down! NCM hammers down with right hands for several seconds before Majors counters the positioning! Even in pain Majors begins to hammer back on NCM! Majors reaches his feet before picking NCM up off the mat where he looks to deliver another MAJOR IMPACT! NCM slips away and out of the ring under the bottom rope in an attempt to escape a very game Majors! NCM thinks he's safe? Think again! Majors slides out to the floor where he continues to take the fight right back to NCM! The crowd eats it up before PCW Security flood the ringside area and separate the two. A massive "LET THEM FIGHT, LET THEM FIGHT, LET THEM FIGHT" breaks out throughout the PCW arena as we fade to the locker room area.

****

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Match Seven
Singles Match
Grimm vs. Eira
Referee: Eric Russo

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. 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.

Waits for his next challenge.

Waits for ...

"Dystopic" by Position Audio begins to play over the PCW speakers. The somber opening notes soon joined by a heavy drumbeat, gradually augmented into what sounds like a full orchestra. At 0:41 when the vocals begin, a 20 foot pillar of purple flame explodes out of the center of the stage, the roaring fire screaming up to the rafters as smaller flames burst alight and race towards the ring.

The conflagration dies down, and twin purple spotlights angle in to reveal Eira standing absolutely motionless, one leg crossed in front of the other, arms outstretched, and head tipped back in a mockery of the Crucifixion. She lowers her arms and walks towards the ring, her relentless stride perfectly in sync with the heavy background beat, following the trail of flickering purple flames to either side of her path.

This being the first time these competitors have stepped into the ring to face each other one-on-one ... the general vibe one of 'I'm going to do what I have to do, it's probably going to hurt you ... and I'm sort of FINE with that.'

Reaching ringside, Eira slowly ascends the stairs and walks to mid-apron ... wiping her feet on the apron before slipping between the ropes to enter. Swinging her long, silvery white braid behind her, she remains absolutely still and waits with predatory focus for the match to begin. Her prey, however, is no ordinary quarry. It's very rare that one would consider Phinehas Grimm ... mere prey. Perhaps the apex of the PCW food chain: hunts all, hunted by none. There are few who would dare stand across the ring from him with the boldness, the audacity that Eira exudes. It's going to be a bumpy ... BUMPY ride.

The referee doesn't even bother checking either competitor, for he knows full well that weapons are no more dangerous than their own hands and quite worthless in this situation. The combatants are ready, the crowd is ready.

DING DING DING!

The two instantly lock up and jockey for position. Twirling about the ring, they fight and claw and scrape for every inch they can get. Finally finding themselves in the nearest corner, Grimm on the outside with Eira back first against the turnbuckles ... the tie-up is broken and Grimm backs away slowly. Eyes locked firmly on his opponent, he watches her for any sign of an attack ... BOOM! There it is!

A quick kick to the legs and Grimm is snapped into onslaught mode. He retaliates with a stiff left jab ... and war is declared. Forget sportsmanship ... it's time to bleed. Eira attacking the legs and lower body, hoping to neutralize Grimm's fluidity, Grimm simply looking to deposit Eira into oblivion with straight shots to the face and head.

Eira bull-rushing Grimm, she forces him to the mat with a violent shove that leaves her standing over him. Lifting her leg, she performs what almost looks like a standing split ... grabbing the back of her OWN LEG and forcing it up before letting it snap back down to land rather viciously onto his midsection. Grimm sputters and coughs as he rolls away from her, attempting to catch his breath from the innovative rib-breaker kick.

She pursues the wounded Grimm and finds a boot to the face for her troubles, staggering her backwards. Grimm up and on his feet in a flash, he takes her down with a shoulder to the gut ... remaining on top of her and beginning to lay into her with heavy leather. Lefts and rights, there is no abatement. Surprisingly enough, none from even the referee. Would YOU get in between Grimm and Eira? Didn't think so.

Coward.

Russo finally steps in when he realizes the Bearded Hate Machine would not be stopping anytime soon. Pulling away at the last second, Grimm stands in place and waits for Eira to begin stirring before taking her by the hair and giving her a helping set of hands. All in the spirit of charity, of course.

Grimm waiting just a split second after Eira is steady on her own, he rushes the ropes and bounces off of them. Eira dropping to the mat out of pure instinct, Grimm hops over her and hits the opposite set and rebounds ... this time being leapfrogged over.

Stopping in mid-dash, Grimm waits until Eira lands before wrapping his arms around her neck in an attempted sleeperhold. Before he can get it fully cinched in, Eira manages to take control of one of the Hangtown Horror's arms and pops off a beautiful arm drag that sends Grimm tumbling over her. Grimm rolling through to avoid any follow-up attack, he takes the initiative and meets her in the middle of the ring again ... only to be planted by a drop-toe-hold.

As he hits the mat face first, Eira drops onto the man with a precision elbow to the lower back. The Lord of Misrule writhing in agony on the mat, she follows up with a second ... and a third elbow. This is just getting Sadistic. The crowd is wincing with each blow, all of them meant to cripple and incapacitate the man. As Eira reaches her feet, she gets the pleasure of watching Grimm pull himself to his feet with the aid of the bottom rope.

Finally standing, she takes aim and ... CHARGES! Spearing Grimm dead center of the lower lumbar region, the two go flying through the ropes to the outside ... Grimm managing to twist himself in such a way to actually land ON TOP of Eira on the concrete floor!

A loud 'Oooooooooh' reverberating throughout the audience and probably a few fans in their living rooms, the landing was NOT a good one. Several replays being shown, it appears as though Eira managed to shield herself from a possible concussion at the cost of her forearm and elbow while Grimm managed to walk away with only a knee to the ribs from his own Eira-shield.

The two struggling to make it to their feet, it's Grimm who is up first with Eira hot on his heels. As Grimm rounds the corner, Eira is right behind him hoping to sneak up on - POW! Grimm turns around with a wild haymaker and catches Eira flush on the jaw with his forearm. Eira drops to a knee at the sudden impact, Grimm standing over her.

Dragging her to her feet, he leads her by the hair to the edge of the ring ... slamming her face onto the apron before rolling her back into the ring. The Abomination of Desolation following her in as quickly as he can, he moves to cover her with a pinfall.

1!

2--

Eira throws an emphatic shoulder up just before the two count is fully registered. It's obvious that this fight is FAR from over. As Grimm forces himself to his feet, Eira works on standing as well. Grimm wrapping Eira's arms in a forward chickenwing type hold, he smacks her forehead with his own. A second. And a third one. She retaliates with her OWN headbutts. AMAZING! Eira is fighting Grimm's own game! Headbutts traded back and forth, Grimm finally releases her and both competitors are forced to re-calibrate their bearings.

The two titans meeting in the center of the ring again, there is no pretense. Pure and simple violence on their minds. Domination. Imposing their wills on a hapless victim. Unfortunately, neither will give. Neither gladiator will give even an INCH. It will simply come down to who can outlast the other.

As Grimm goes for a clothesline to end the stalemate, Eira is up in the air to land a scintillating dropkick ... managing to go OVER the lariat and drop her opponent with extreme prejudice. As Grimm hits the mat, Eira is right upon him ... mounting his back with the quickness. Snatching a wrist, she manages to pull it around the front of his neck ... pressing it firmly against the side of his throat. As she goes for the second arm, Grimm struggles valiantly ... fighting off the closing of the Straight Jacket.

Deciding to go with it as is, Eira wrenches back on the hold ... chipping away and weakening the lower back and shoulders of Phinehas Grimm. His other arm free, he's clawing ... fighting his way to the ropes. Eira moving from her knees and putting her feet forward ... she's adding even MORE resistance to Grimm's slow army crawl. Digging her heels into the mat, it's almost an exercise in futility but Grimm will not be deterred.

He's within inches now ... CENTIMETERS .... break! Fingertips just barely clutching the bottom ropes, the referee is forced to break the hold and has to physically intervene to get Eira off of Grimm's back. If one were to assume Eira as deferring to Grimm's near-mythical status, one would be SORELY mistaken.

Grimm standing of his own accord, Eira is MORE than willing to allow him to expend the energy to do so withOUT helping him. As Grimm makes it to his feet, he's leaning on the top rope ... and BOOM! It's a rope-a-dope! Grimm meeting Eira as she rushes in, he begins to unload on her ... almost ignoring the physical pain he's feeling with each strike. Each twist of the hips. Each heavy-handed blow.

Grimm staggering Eira in the middle of the ring, he's got the momentum now as he takes a two-step dash and hops onto her shoulders and wraps his arm around her neck. Could this be the vaunted Lament Configuration?! It is! A tight spiral and Grimm in on the downward slide ... but Eira is fighting ... fighting by holding his thighs up ... perpendicular to her own chest. She's on the verge of dropping ... a few more steps ...

... and PAYDIRT! Eira drapes Grimm midsection-first over the top rope and leaves him out to dry. She's in the lead position, can she take advantage of it?! As she looks about the ring, a slight hesitation ... it's not for long as she scales the turnbuckles and takes aim in a matter of a second ... and OFF SHE GOES!

Knees tucked to her chest, she waits until she's directly over Grimm and DRILLS him with her feet. The impact sending her across to the far turnbuckle, Grimm is forced down off of the top rope and slams with great authority to the mat. The Lord of Misrule topsy-turvy, Eira is forced to cross the mid-ring landscape to make the cover ... but cross it she does and the pinfall is counted.

1!

2!

...

... 3!

Winner: Eira

As the crowd jumps to their feet in approval of the brutal spectacle laid before them, everyone knew going in that there would be no pinfalls until the final blow was struck. A destructive and downright dirty brawl, Eira falls back into the turnbuckles and has a seat on the mat .... leaning back and catching her breath as Grimm does the same in the middle of the ring.

Her music playing over the speakers, it's suddenly replaced by silence ... but the crowd is on their feet to watch the hulking figure make his way from the back. Emerging from behind the curtains, {BLACKED OUT} is stomping his way to the ring with murderous intent in his posture.

As he pulls himself onto the ring apron, he steps over the top rope with ease. Staring down at the fallen Grimm, he's eyeballing the wounded Abomination and is about to move in when he stops ...a rare moment of hesitation. He looks to Eira across the ring who has called for a microphone.

'You are right to stop. He has not been proven weak ... there is no shame in falling on ONE NIGHT ... to a better foe. Leave him be. FOR NOW.' The crowd is hushed as {BLACKED OUT} reluctantly considers her words and for those seconds, all in attendance are waiting.

Watching.

Wondering if he will attack.

All questions are answered as he steps directly over Grimm and moves to the victor, helping her to her feet and steadying her as she stares out over the crowd before her. 'Skylar Marshall ... I suppose it goes without saying that I ACCEPT your contract offer. I'll be taking my championship title shot at the next pay-per-view. Thank you VERY kindly.'

{BLACKED OUT} looking over at the fallen Grimm, he lets her continue and goes to actually HELP the Hangtown Horror to his feet. Grimm has a mild confusion on his face, but not too much. Grimm has seen enough in the wrestling business to let much of anything concern him.

As he steadies himself, {BLACKED OUT} backs away slowly from Grimm ... nodding all the while. Grimm, tiring of these monkeyshines ... simply drops to the mat and rolls under the ropes. Leaving the pair to their own machinations, Eira continues speaking. 'There IS, however, an issue I wish to address. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is THIS gentleman's contractual status. Skylar Marshall? You offered this man a contract if he were to come away victorious at the pay-per-view. Can you honestly say that Tristan Slater was VICTORIOUS in that match? Tristan Slater was beaten from ringpost to ringpost. That doesn't sound like a victory to me. But I digress. Simply put, Slater actually made a valid point in the sea of diarrhea that has spilt from his mouth for the last month:

'How can we manage to come in do all this and get AWAY with it?' Slater, congratulations. You managed to say something poignant. How CAN we get away with it? It’s simple .... '

The PCW crowd gets just a little bit louder as Tristan Slater is shown emerging out through the curtain and to the top of the ramp flanked by Miyoko Kawashima and Sebastian St. Paul. The camera's pan close to Slater who displays goosebumps on his right arm as he soaks in this incredibly warm reception from the PCW. It took some time, but finally after an incredible performance at Deadly Intentions it as if the PCW crowd garnered respect for this very outspoken superstar.

The song continues to play as Tristan and Miyoko interlock their arms and begin walking towards the ring with Sebastian close behind them. Camera's pan close on Tristan's t-shirt which reads "180 MINUTE MAN" in big bold letters on a white V-neck t-shirt. The trio reach ringside where Miyoko begins to walk up the steel steps while Slater climbs up on the ring apron. He sits on the middle rope while pushing the top rope up for Miyoko to enter before following her into the ring while Sebastian slides into the ring where he gets to his feet. Tristan walks across the ring where he calls for a microphone. The music fades away leaving nothing but a massive ovation for Slater as he stands in the center of the ring with a smirk on his face, his girl at his side, and a new best friend in arms. The ovation breaks out in a solid chant of "SLATER, SLATER, SLATER, SLATER" from the masses in attendance tonight at the PCW arena in Greenville. Tristan listens to the solid ovation while Miyoko and Sebastian clap for him as well. Finally Tristan raises his right hand up in the air with the PCW microphone which starts to quiet the crowd down. Several seconds elapse before Slater lowers the microphone and places it close to his lips as he makes his opening statement.

"I think it's pretty safe to say that at Deadly Intentions 4..."

Tristan intently gazes into the camera.

"I officially arrived in PCW."

The statement draws what can only be described as a rockstar like roar from the PCW crowd! The ovation is so load it's as if the PCW arena it self is shaking!

"I entered Deadly Intentions as a guy that was looked at as someone who hadn't garnered the respect from the fans, management, and my peers that occupy locker room behind that curtain. I was looked at as a guy who talked a big game, I was looked at as a guy who had all the tools necessary but just couldn't put it all together..."

Tristan takes a moment as he turns his head towards Miyoko who reaches out and takes Slater by the left hand with a smile on her face before Slater redirects back towards the camera before merely stating.

"... but I left Deadly Intentions with EXACTLY what I wanted. A title shot? Not hardly, but I left with RESEPECT!"

A massive chant of "WE RESPECT YOU" **Clap, Clap... Clap, Clap, Clap ** "WE RESPECT YOU" ** Clap, Clap... Clap, Clap, Clap **. The chant garners a head nod from Slater as he continues.

"The shirt says it all. Screw your 60 Minute Men, I'm the 180 Minute Man!"

The crowd once again responds with a solid ovation as Tristan continues.

"For nearly three hours I was involved in a brutal war with {BLACKED OUT}. It started in this very ring before spilling all over this area until it finally came to a close in the midst of the Battle Royale. I took a beating, I gave a beating, but above all else... I simply outsmarted {BLACKED OUT} and beat him at his own fucking game!"

The love the PCW faithful is showing is completely insane.

"Not only did I outsmart that douche, I outlasted damn near everyone else involved in the Deadly Rumble Main Event... but I didn't accomplish everything I set out to. Oh no. My secondary goal was to ensure that Eira did not leave with a title match in her clutches... unfortunately, she did do just that and at my expense."

Miyoko releases Tristan's hand as Slater starts to walk towards the ropes.

"It was an unlikely situation, especially coming off a two and a half hour brawl ... but I didn't back down ... and as Sir Elton John has said a time or two throughout his legendary career, I'M STILL STANDING! Not only am I still standing ... I'm not standing alone!"

Tristan turns his attention towards Sebastian St. Paul.

"S.S.P. I want to thank you for living up to your word. I want to thank you for having my back at Deadly Intentions, and I want to thank you for being the only other STAND UP GUY within this federation who is just as sick of The Untouchables as I am."

Tristan walks towards Sebastian where he extends his hand. Sebastian doesn't hesitate in shaking the hand of Tristan Slater to a loud ovation from the crowd. Tristan passes the microphone to St. Paul.

"I have never been the one to stand by and take an ass beating quietly." he stares as the crowd cheers wildly.

"I'm even LESS likely to stand by and just let some scummy punk sons of a bitches like the Untouchables take my boy Johnathan out and not get some damned revenge." he continues as the buzz in the crowd grows.

"{BLACKED OUT} wants to throw fireballs at someone? He wants to watch people flail around in pain at his hands? Well let me tell you something, brother! I got revenge written in the stars for your ass, son, and there ain't a soul out there that's going to stop me." he shouts as the crowd pops loudly. "Eira ... you had better lock your dogs up in their cages, pack your bags up good and tight, and move your little group on down to Grimm's root cellar. As far as I'm concerned, it's the only safe place for any of you!"

Sebastian shouts before handing the microphone back to Tristan.

He looks as though he’s going to say a little more, but suddenly ...

... Tristan tosses the microphone as "Cult of Personality" hits once again. Slater, Sebastian and Miyoko all exit the ring and make their way back up the ramp as we go to a commercial break.

[Murdoc]

Main Event
Singles Match
Andy D. (World Champion) vs. Tyler Scott (North American Champion)
Referee: Tyrone Little

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.

'Now, making his way to the ring, from London, England. He is the British Lion and your PCW North American Champion...Tyler Scott!!!’

He heads to the ring, staying his usual focused self. He climbs into the ring and walks to the center where he stares intensely into the crowd. He mouths a few obscenities, whether as provocation to the crowd or encouragement to himself is unclear. Scott shrugs his North American Championship belt off his shoulder, handing it to Tyrone Little before beginning his few warm up moves, awaiting the start of the upcoming contest.

HowEVER ... before the music can cut out, Tyler Scott grabs the microphone from Mark Long, he smiles and motions for the crowd to settle down for just a second. He flashes a brilliant smile as he pats the belt resting on Tyrone Little’s shoulder. Nodding to the crowd, who cheers with great gusto ... he waits for them to die down a second time before speaking.

‘After all this time, lookit who’s the champ. Whaddya think about THAT, Greenville?!’ The crowd responds in kind. ‘That’s what I thought. You see, and just bear with me here, this belt proves that I am on the TOP of my game. But ... I have to say one thing. And that is that ... frankly, THIS belt ... being held by ME? Needs a little bit of a makeover. So here’s my suggestion:

Instead of being just the North American championship, I now proclaim this belt ... THE BRITISH COMMONWEALTH CHAMPIONSHIP!’ The crowd doesn’t cheer at this suggestion. In fact, a few jeers and boos can be heard sprinkled throughout the audience. ‘Don’t get me wrong, I’m not anti-American or any of that twaddle. But facts are facts: I am NOT North American. I am British. I hold my heritage in VERY high esteem, just like you. You can be PROUD of where you come from ... just as I am. That is why this is now no longer the North American championship.’

The crowd boos and Tyler Scott beckons for his music to finish playing out before ...

The intro of Dot Rotten's 'Are You Not Entertained' hits out on the PA system, when the lyrics ask for everybody to scream the crowd goes CRAZY; Andy D appearing from the back to the sound of tremendous cheers for their Champion. As he heads towards the ring, he slaps hands with as many people of the crowd as he can, dispensing hugs and high-fives to the lucky fans lining the walk to ringside.

'Also hailing from the United Kingdom, YOUR new Pure Class Wrestling World Champion...Andy D!!’

Approaching the ring, Andy slides under the bottom rope before running up to a random turnbuckle, hopping up to the second rope and motioning for the crowd to cheer loudly, the fans responding with an absolute uproar of noise. Andy jumps down to remove his bucket hat and World Championship belt, placing the hat on the metal part of the turnbuckle in his corner and handing his belt off to Little before standing ready for the match.

The ref steps forward, giving the two champs a quick “good, clean match” spiel before signaling for the bell - and the match begins! Andy D. flows into motion immediately, quick on the offensive to assault the clearly unprepared Tyler Scott! All it takes is a few heavy strikes for Scott to react with a block, but Andy grabs the protecting limb, dragging Scott forward into an armbar! Wasting no time with theatrics, Andy swings Tyler roughly around, Irish Whipping him into the ropes and catching him with a clothesline on the rebound slamming Scott back first to the mat! Scott lays prone, knocked briefly senseless, but Andy D. is far too experienced a competitor for a premature pin attempt. He darts across the ring and hops up the ropes, perching briefly on a turnbuckle to the sound of massed cheers before launching himself into a moonsault onto Tyler’s stirring form! Andy lands it hard, giving his head a brief shake to clear the cobwebs before tugging Scott’s leg up for a quick pin, Tyrone Little sliding in to make the count.

..1!

..- not yet!

Tyler Scott gets his shoulder up just before the 2-count, Andy D. backing off and even going so far as to considerately help the larger Scott to his feet - by the scruff of his neck. Using Scott’s head as a pivot point, Andy pulls him up, the camera focusing on Scott’s face catching a split-second worth of smirk before he explodes into action! Tyler powers himself away from the hold, surging out of Andy’s grip! Andy D. staggers backwards, Scott taking advantage of his opponent’s temporary imbalance and lays into the World Champion with a series of brutal knife edge chops! One after the other, hammering away at Andy D. and backing him into the corner. Andy D. up against the turnbuckle, reeling from the unexpected salvo, Scott wrapping it up with a headbutt! Andy D. gets his hands up JUST in time, a cross forearm block absorbing the impact, the ring-savvy veteran using Scott’s momentary disorientation from the failed headbutt to issue an attack of opportunity! Shoving Tyler violently away, Andy D. LEVELS his stumbling opponent with charging dropkick. Both men roll away in opposite directions, Andy D. quicker to gain his feet than Tyler Scott, the agile man springing up to the sound of cheers from the fans!

This time Scott takes the initiative, barreling across the ring towards Andy who quickly sidesteps, using the follow through to send Tyler careening into the ropes! Tyler bounces off the ropes, Andy D. catching him on the rebound, using a mean-looking Irish whip to wing him towards the ropes AGAIN! Scott hits the rebound hard, springing forward towards Andy D. in a clumsy attack - clumsy, but effective. Andy D. is taken out at the chest with a vicious spear, Tyler Scott’s haphazard attempt as difficult to predict as a drunkard’s swing! The competitors are sent sprawling across the mat, taking a few moments longer to rise, but Andy is still up quicker than the opposition. Seeing Tyler Scott struggling to regain his equilibrium, the World Champion again takes advantage of his own resilience, hopping up the ropes and launching himself at Scott in a picture-perfect diving knee drop! Tyler Scott writhes on the mat in pain as Andy D. skids to a stop a few feet away, Andy D. taking a moment to orient himself before moving in on his fallen opponent to make a pin!

...1!

...2!

.. - kickout!!

Scott manages to kick out at the last second, the crowd’s cheers enormous for the show they’re being treated to tonight! Andy D. shifts back to his heels then rises, arms upraised as he walks around the ring, playing it up to the crowd as he waits for Scott, the crowd cheering madly! A shift in the cheers to a fever pitch is all the warning Andy D. gets as Scott unexpectedly fires himself at Andy, unleashing with his entire artillery of strikes! Chops, a few heavy right and left hands, even a couple of elbow strikes thrown into the mix while he keeps on the move, throwing in a knee to the ribs at every opening! Andy D. being steadily worked down towards the mat in an effort to protect his body, more and more shots getting through the longer the siege continues! Tyler Scott senses his chance, and steps back to level a big boot straight at Andy D’s chest - but Andy incredibly CATCHES the kick!! Tyler Scott has all of half a second to register the shift in circumstances, the camera focused in on the action catching a mouthed expletive just before Andy D uses the locked leg to flip Tyler up and over in a Dragon Screw!! Tyler falls back, the punishment of the match taking it’s toll as he struggles to his knees just in time to see Andy D. kip up and charge straight towards him! The fatigue too much, Scott throws his arms up to defend himself - right as Andy throws him the Dragon’s Bite!! The move connects with EMPHASIS, Scott down for the count and Andy D. picking himself up to crawl forward and make the pin.

...1!

...2!

...3!!!

Tyrone Little’s hand hits the mat for the third time, raising Andy D.’s hand for the win!!

Winner: Andy D

The crowd EXPLODES into cheers, the fans applauding their World Champion with a tremendous furor as Andy D. walks to his turnbuckle and picks up his hat, setting it on his head as he saunters over to retrieve his title belt. As he slips out of the ring to collect it, he freezes; the cameras refocusing to the entryway where Eira can be seen watching him! She makes no movement towards the ring, but makes no sign of congratulations towards Andy either, appearing to be sizing him up and assessing the situation. Her expression is unreadable as she and Andy D. stare each other down, the crowd reminded of the time these two spent competing against each other in the Genesis circuit during Eira’s first run in PCW. She melts towards the back with no further incident, nor sign of the other two Untouchables, leaving Andy D. to celebrate his win as we fade to black ...

... wait!

It’s Michael Wryght!

Mr. Showtime is on a tear as he hits the ring and goes directly after ... Tyler Scott?! The Frickin’ Superstar hammering away on the British Lion, Andy D makes it clear he wants no part of the whole thing as he begins to backpedal up the ramp. The final shot being of Showtime standing in the middle of the ring going toe-to-toe with Tyler Scott, we have some SERIOUS issues arising! What will be the Untouchables next move? Michael Wryght has a LOT of explaining to do! Where is Q, for god’s sakes?! Next week sees the return of MONROE to Trauma, who will step up to challenge his reign of dominance?

FIND OUT AT TRAUMA 145!

-CLICK-

Tyler Hendrix def. Anson
Arica Lewitt def. Dillon Durst
Cory Steel def. Wasp & High Tide
Kelli Starr def. Tyrone Smith
Non Compos Mentis def. Nathan Saniti
Rick Majors def. Michael Wryght & Tristan Slater
Eira def. Grimm
Andy D def. Tyler Scott

So, kicking things off with a bang! I gotta give props to the mule team for getting these out as quickly as they did and an extra special shout-out to Rick Majors who covered my ass with a last-minute snag. The card will be posted soon, let’s see what magic we can work this week shall we?!