Trauma 146 Results!

[Murdoc]

Match One
Singles Match
Prince Mephisto vs Jonathon Thomas Cross
Referee: Austin Shaw

Our first match of the night features the debut of two fresh newcomers in Johathon Thomas Cross and ‘The Great’ Prince Mephisto. Both men have come in with a ton of hype, especially Mephisto who actually had the audacity to BUY OUT the opening match of Trauma 145 and bump Tyrone Smith AND Anson from the televised proceedings. Of course, with THAT kind of hype ... who WOULDN’T be interested in the man’s debut? Everyone in the crowd, that’s for sure. They’re on their feet and chomping at the bit to get things underway.

The two lock and the crowd pops as JTC gets the upperhand. A few reversals and Mephisto is standing over a fallen Cross with a heavy shoulderblock off a reversed Irish Whip. The crowd shows their hatred for Mepishto as he takes firm control of the match. The crowd showers him with boos as he drags Cross from pillar to post, bouncing the newcomer’s head off each and every turnbuckle in the ring.

On the fourth turnbuckle, Cross manages to break free of Mephisto’s grip and whips him across the ring into the opposite turnbuckle. A dash ... and a splash ... leaves Mephisto staggering towards the center of the ring, trying to catch his breath. The back and forth continues for several minutes until a HUGE sequence of European uppercuts that leave Cross in a WORLD of hurt. As Mephisto stalks his opponent, who seems to not know where he currently is ... Mephisto pounces and locks up JTC in a perfectly executed Cobra Clutch!

The crowd is expecting a tap out at any moment when ...

SURPRISE!

Tyrone ‘Crazy Boy’ Smith is out from the back and in the ring! As Crazy Boy shoves the referee away from the action and into the nearest turnbuckle, the referee signals for the bell. But he’s not the only one out ... Cory Steel is also out from the back within moments! He remembers the sudden attack from Cross last week and is out to get his own pound of flesh. Mephisto breaking the hold of his own recognizance, he immediately targets the Crazy One. However, Smith is MORE than ready and beats back the counter assault. With a barrage of fists and feet, Mephisto scrambles to safety with Crazy Boy in tow ... leaving the ringside area while Cory Steel targets an already weakened Jonathon Thomas Cross.

Several boots to a downed JTC and security is out in a flash in order to prevent any more damage being done in this, our opening ‘contest’.

Winner: No Contest

Match Two
Tag Team Match
Cory Steel & Arica “Trouble” Lewitt vs The Flying Freebooters
Referee: Charles Lim

Cory Steel already at ringside, the decision is made to let him remain as security escorts JTC off ... or so we think. JTC is escorted only far enough backstage to allow Arica Lewitt to make her way to the ring before JTC blazes past her, security hot in pursuit as he hits the ring. Diving in at Cory Steel, it is now Arica Lewitt that is there to help defend her ‘partner’, if you want to call him that. The two lay quite the beatdown to JTC for interfering in their matchup before security is in the ring to pull an incensed JTC from the fray.

Finally, once JTC is removed from the ring ... the tag team champions make their way down to the ring.

A cocky look on their faces, it’s readily apparent that they very well might be underestimating their opponents. Wasn’t it just a week or two ago that Trouble was looking to team up with someone AGAINST Cory in a triple threat match? That can’t be good for their tag team tonight. Cory doesn’t seem to be one to forget something like that. The Freebooters look as confident as ever, sitting atop the tag team mountain ... belts finally brought back to where they belong: over their capable shoulders.

Steel eager to start the match off after the early beginning to his night, he waits for whoever may decide to challenge him. Wasp being the one who starts off for the Freebooters, Wasp is quick on the draw and ambushes Steel from out of nowhere. Stinging strikes peppering Cory Steel, he weathers the blitzkrieg, Steel using his strength advantage to shrug off the attack and send Wasp reeling back into his own corner. High Tide coming in, Wasp and Tide both move in on Steel. A two on one attack, Steel backs off ... positioning himself close enough to his own corner to allow Trouble to make the blind tag. Steel moving in to meet the Freebooter’s challenge head on, Trouble springboards onto the top rope and dives off onto the three.

A beautiful plancha, Trouble takes out everyone with the crowd cheering for the amazing display of athleticism. As Steel and Wasp roll from the ring to catch their breath, it’s all Trouble for the Freebooters as she begins to dominate Tide with quick, punishing strikes. The crowd firmly behind her, the momentum is stopped with a thumb to the eye by the wily veteran. He isn’t one half of the tag team champions for nothing. As Tide slowly begins to turn the momentum into his favor over the course of the next few minutes,Trouble lands a beautiful free-leg enzugiri that drops Tide and halts his inexorable march towards a victory. As Trouble begins the long crawl to her partner, Tide is quicker to his corner ... but stops just short of the tag when he spies the Citizen and Jonathan Cable at the top of the ramp!

Wasp already on the move towards them, he is only stopped by the loud thud of flesh on canvas ... and turns back to see Cory Steel standing atop High Tide, having delivered a bone-shattering inverted brainbuster to his opponent. As Wasp races towards the ring, having forgotten all about the unwanted outside interference, he hits the ring just in time to get an up-close-and-personal look as the referee brings his hand to the mat for the third time!

Winner: Cory Steel and Arica Lewitt

As Cory rolls from the ring to celebrate with the fans in the front row, Trouble begrudgingly does the same as the tag team champions look on. The New Breed Foundation laughing and chortling at the champions’ misfortune, they leave with nothing else left to say ... the furious looks on the Freebooters’s faces all that really NEEDS to be said as we go to our first commercial of the evening.

Match Three
Genesis Championship Match
Kelli “Dollface” Starr (Genesis Champion) vs Tyler Hendrix
Referee: Melina Cruz

We’re back from commercial and waiting in the ring is Tyler Hendrix, the number one contender for Kelli Starr’s Genesis championship. Kelli is out within moments to a thunderous ovation. The crowd is on their feet as Kelli makes her way to the ring, slapping hands and generally exuding high energy as she dives into the ring. Headbanging with the Genesis Championship, she hands it over confidently as Tyler eyeballs the gleaming gold strap. Kelli smiles, as if to say ‘You can’t have this, for this is mine. You NO CAN HAS!’

As soon as she hands the belt over, Tyler is on the move and the bell rings to get the match underway! He surprises Kelli with a huge running lariat that plants the champion to the mat. Instead of waiting for her to get to her feet, he grabs her by the hair and pulls her up. Big mistake. She’s ready and already composed herself enough from the lightning quick start and is back in the thick of things with several elbows and knees to stall the promising upstart. She’s in firm control of the situation as Tyler throws a few stiff jabs and we’re right back to square one.

The two are duking it out in the center of the ring until Kelli’s quick, surgically precise offense has overtaken Tyler Hendrix and he’s put on the retreat. Tyler begging off to catch his breath, Kelli almost stops ... but she continues on as Tyler makes the unenviable decision NOT to head to the ropes for a break. Kelli is on him like sprinkles on cupcake, raining down blow after blow from the second turnbuckle ... the crowd counting along with every last shot.

As Kelli backs away, the crowd lets out a gasp from their seats. The lights are dimming and flickering, not QUITE going out but definitely not fully lit. Kelli turns to the ramp, expecting to see a surprise attack. Nothing. Nothing that is, until ...

... the corner posts begin to billow with purple smoke. She’s stunned, but not enough to get hit by a surprise Tyler Hendrix attack. As Tyler attempts to strike from behind, she responds to the violent hand on her shoulder with a brutal spinning backfist to the mouth. As she turns on her heel, hoping to all that is good that she has not just nailed the referee in his pudgy little face ... she turns to see Tyler Hendrix laid out at her feet, the purple smoke still wafting around them. The ill-timed misdirection not enough to derail Kelli Starr, she drops effortlessly onto Tyler for the pinfall .... and the retaining of her Genesis Championship.

Winner: Kelli Starr

As Kelli takes her championship belt, she begins to move from ringside ... heading towards the back to get everything straightened out while we are on our own trajectory backstage to ...

... Skylar Marshall. He’s right close to the entryway, Kelli Starr brushing past him and stopping in mid-step. She points an accusatory finger in his face, muttering something about getting things under control. She, and several other people in the locker room, are rather done with the problems that The Untouchables have created in Pure Class Wrestling and that everyone is getting real sick and tired of having to look over their shoulders for a surprise butt-kicking. Her words, of course. As she storms off in her successful defense, Marshall raises his fingers to his temples. Massaging the area gently, he turns to his security detail and lets them have it.

Screaming about not doing their jobs properly, he gives out several specific instructions ... namely, that they are to remain in the gorilla position ALL NIGHT. That they are one step away of being relieved of duty and that they’d better not drop the ball again. The opening contest was an unfortunate casualty. The second? They couldn’t really help but it doesn’t matter. If another incident occurs, it’ll be time to find new jobs. ALL of them. He storms off with Double D at the head of the detail ... face flushed and rather angry with being dressed down in such a public manner.

Match Four
Singles Match
Tyrone “Crazy Boy” Smith vs Nathan Saniti
Referee: Roberto Garcia

As we return to ringside, Nathan Saniti is out in the ring already. Microphone in hand, he’s lambasting the crowd and doing so with a gentlemanly tone. The crowd is showering him with boos for his almost holier-than-thou tone and they’re not afraid to give him a piece of their collective minds. He’s gesturing wildly as the crowd is getting hotter and hotter. Where oh where is Tyrone Smith?! The crowd is ready to see the Crazy One force Nathan Saniti to eat that heaping helping of words.

As Nathan continues, the PCWTron flickers to life and shows officials and security in the middle of a huge fracas. In the center of it, Crazy Boy and Prince Mephisto are going at it tooth and nail. Skylar Marshall is nowhere to be seen, but his presence is felt as security is stepping in to break the melee up. It’s in vain, however, as the battle rages on for several agonizing seconds.

Nathan cuts in with a jaunty chuckle. He pokes at the referee playfully, informing him that the match is STILL scheduled to happen and that he should officially start it, with or WITHOUT his opponent. If he wanted revenge, the time to enact it is NOT when he is scheduled to appear in the ring for his OWN match. The referee balks for a few more moments before Nathan becomes a bit more belligerent, ORDERING the referee to start the match and COUNT TYRONE SMITH OUT.

The crowd is on their feet with jeers, hurling any spare trash towards the ring that they can find. Garcia has no choice but to start the match and begin the standard ten-count. The crowd is hoping for a miracle, hoping for the savior that is Tyrone Smith to make it to the ring ... but all hope is gone as Garcia reaches ten and there is nary a sign of the Crazy One. The bell rings for the second time in 15 seconds, signaling the end of the match with a Nathan Saniti count-out victory.

Winner: Nathan Saniti

As Nathan celebrates in the ring, he doffs his hat to the crowd and begins to leave amdist their hating faces. But before he can fully exit the ring ...

... that magicial top-hat flies from his hand and lands square in the center of the ring. The hat rumbles and shudders, jostling in the center of the ring. White smokes begins pouring out of the hat, filling the ring and the ringside area. It almost looks as if a small fire has started from WITHIN THE HAT. Nathan looking around in complete confusion, he does the last thing he can think of to get his hat under control: jumping on top of it and covering the opening of the hat with his coat. As the hat shakes and twitches underneath him, Nathan scoops it up and dashes quickly from the ring ... all the while fighting the hat with a mind seemingly all its’ own.

Match Five

Non-Title Singles Match

Tyler “The British Lion” Scott (British Commonwealth Champion) vs Eira

Referee: Steve Shaw

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! The familiar thudding introduction of ‘Galvanise’ by Chemical Brothers announces the arrival of Tyler Scott. After a momentarily pause, the curtain flings back and out strolls Tyler Scott to a mixture of cheers and jeers. Having appeared wearing a red and black leather biker jacket, he soon gives it up, sliding off and flinging it to the side of the entrance ramp.



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



The arena lights lower to a shadowed dimness as "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.



Neither needing nor wanting a trite proclamation from a microphone to announce her presence, Eira ignores everything and everyone around her, staring straight ahead; her gaze fixed on the ring with a malevolent intensity. 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.



The ref steps forward, Manny Cruz giving a quick word to the competitors before signaling for the bell - and the match begins! The British Lion makes good his namesake, pouncing forward into the attack with heavy swiping strikes, backing the smaller Eira towards a corner in the first few moments of the match. Ducking and dodging under his swings in a display of agility. They go for a lock up, Scott going for an arm drag but Eira lacks herself in place. Stepping in with her right leg, she goes for a trip, successfully dropping Tyler to the mat. She lays into the British Commonwealth Champion with a series of stomps until Cruz warns her off, at which point she wraps him up for a tight pin attempt.



...1!



...2!



Kickout! Eira backs up and both competitors rise, Scott immediately going in for another arm drag, but this time Eira goes with it – countering with her own – but The British Lion counters the counter! Landing on his feet, he hits the ropes, using the rebound to charge at Eira who ducks the running clothesline! He bounces off the ropes one more time, arm up as if for a clothesline but taking Eira down at the last second with a mean looking spear to the abdomen! Tyler Scott showing his grit as Champion, he adds a leg drop to the prone Eira before going in for the cover.



..-kickout!



Eira kicks out, Scott backing off to let her rise, no sooner letting her gain her feet as he hammers her with a dropkick! Both combatants wrestle around on the mat, struggling to gain the upper hand. Eira can’t seem to power the larger Scott into a pinning predicament, and The British Lion can’t seem to keep ahold of the agile Eira! They separate of their own accord, Eira standing first and stepping for a quick soccer kick directed at Scott’s head, the impact nailing the larger man to the mat! Slipping in for the cover, Eira shouts at Cruz to come make the count, “accidentally” jamming a savage elbow directly into Scott’s temple as she struggles to keep him pinned, Scott’s body going abruptly limp.



...1!



...2!



...3!



Winner: Eira via Pinfall


Eira rises to her feet, Tyler Scott strangely unresponsive on the mat as she celebrates her victory, Cruz calling for med techs with a suspicious glance at Eira as the feed goes to commercial.

Match Six
Triple Threat Match
Grimm vs Michael “Mr. Showtime” Wryght vs Rick Majors
Referee: Manny Cruz

We’re back from our last commercial break with the next match, a triple threat affair between Grimm, Michael Wryght and Rick Majors. Each of these three men have their own storied histories within the confines of PCW and it’ll be interesting to see how those are continued here tonight. Continued because, let’s face it ... do you really think anything is going to END between these three? I didn’t think so.

The referee signals for the bell and we’re off. Each of the three men are taking the time to size up the other two. No man is eager to go off half-cocked here, to do so is only INVITING an inevitable loss. This will be the way that this match ends: a mistake. A tiny mistake that costs the errant soul the match. Showtime goes after Majors in the outset, locking up in collar and elbow fashion. Showtime whips Majors across the ring, where Grimm leapfrogs over him ... letting him continue unabated to the ropes. On the rebound, Grimm drops prone to the mat and lets Majors pass over him into a waiting Showtime.

Showtime attempting to pop off a beautiful hip toss, Majors rolls through and lands on his feet to avoid impact. Arm still linked with Showtime, Majors throws a backhand to the gut and doubles Showtime over ... which is improved upon as Grimm dashes across the ring and uses Showtime’s back as a boost, coming off and clotheslining Rick Majors to the mat. Grimm popping up almost immediately, he’s met by Wryght. Several quick shots and Showtime is on defense, attempting to weather the Lord of Misrule’s surly disposition.

Grimm backing Showtime into the corner, it’s Majors’ turn to break up the pair ... rushing in and delivering a huge corner splash to both men. Grimm staggers away while Showtime simply drops to a knee ... nowhere really to go. Majors and Grimm battling in the center of the ring, it’s a nonstop affair between the three for several minutes ... no one man getting the clear advantage over the other two. The action winds brutally on until from nowhere, Non Compos Mentis parts the crowd and makes his way to the ring!

Grimm spying the intruder, he throws caution to the wind and hurls himself over the top rope to land squarely on NCM. He will not have this match end on a sour note! While Grimm and NCM are battling outside, both men fighting as they try to make it to their feet, it’s Rick Majors in the ring with Showtime all alone ... and Showtime on the receiving end of a Major Impact DDT borne of a careless clothesline! The Hangtown Horror rushing to make the save for himself ... it’s too late and Rick Majors picks up the pinfall victory in this hotly contested triple threat match!

Winner: Rick Majors

Security on their way to the ring, the crowd boos at NCM for ruining what was sure to be an instant classic. Instead of grabbing NCM and escorting him out, it’s Grimm that security leads off after the final bell, noting that NCM is one half of the main event scheduled next and worrying more about what Grimm would do once he realizes that the match is over thanks to NCM! Once the ring is clear, we get Mark Long back on the horn to announce ...

Main Event
Non-Title Singles Match
Non Compos Mentis vs Andy D. (World Champion)
Referee: Nolan Burke

That the next match is scheduled for one fall and is your Main Event of the evening!

Non Compos Mentis awaiting his opponent wth a devilish glint in his eyes, it isn’t long before the crowd erupts at the arrival of THE World Champion, Mr. Andy D! The crowd is on their feet as the champ makes his way to the ring, a pep in his step as he hits the ring. NCM is not one to wait as he catches Andy on his way in, dropping an elbow followed by several boots to the back.  The crowd voices their displeasure with the cowardly attack on their hero, but NCM seems to care very little for what the fans like or don't like.

Andy D fighting from the mat, he rallies to take a chunk of NCM's control away from him, blistering strikes from every conceivable angle.  He's got NCM reeling and before long, it's a huge dropkick that sends NCM over the top rope and to the floor with Andy D standing tall in the center of the ring.  As NCM stirs, Andy looks to the crowd and beckons them to stand on their m'fing feet ... before dashing to the ropes and springboarding off onto NCM with a scintillating hurricanrana!

That's the SECOND time that someone has fallen from the sky to land on NCM tonight.  Maybe next time, he'll look up instead of ahead!

The crowd firmly behind Andy for his high-flying prowess, he makes it back into the ring and awaits the return of his opponent.  By the count of seven, NCM is back in ... only to have to kick out of a pinfall attempt.  Andy in the driver's seat, he drags the Born Psycho to his feet and begins dismantling his vertical base, taking the attack to the knees and legs of Non Compos Mentis.  The leg kicks echoing throughout the arena, Andy D dashes to the ropes and lays NCM out with a low LOW dropkick ... him landing face first to the mat without the leg to stand on.

Andy going for the second pinfall attempt, NCM powers out and is on red alert.  The speed advantage of Andy D enough to make ANYone's head spin, NCM has to figure out a way to ground the rip-roaring Andy D.  As Andy D picks NCM up, NCM snaps off a vicious low blow that brings Andy down to HIS level.  The ref warning NCM for his illegal tactics, NCM shrugs it away and begins to pick up the pieces.  For the next several minutes, it's NCM working Andy D over.  Andy fighting every step of the way, he can't seem to get the upperhand.  

Finally, a mistake by NCM and Andy takes the golden opportunity to nail a huge blockbuster from the second rope.  Andy goes for the pinfall, but NCM powers out at the absolute last second ... leaving everyone in attendance stunned.  As NCM struggles to make it to his feet, Andy rushes the kneeling NCM for a Dragon's Bite!  But NCM, as down and out as he is ... manages to move to the side and pull the lead foot out from underneath Andy D!  As Andy D drops to a sitting position, NCM spins in place and absolutely levels Andy with a roaring elbow!  

NCM dropping for the pinfall attempt, it's the out of nowhere attack that leaves Andy flat on his back for the 3 count ... and the NCM victory.

Winner: NCM

As Non Compos Mentis stands over the fallen Andy D, the sounds of Rob Zombie are replaced with the harsh, jagged sounds of Trent Reznor.

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

The song can only mean one thing: The Untouchables are on the warpath. But what do they have in mind?! As the pair of Eira and Murdoc begin to make their way to the ring, NCM rolls out to the floor and begins to make his retreat through the crowd. Having a match with the World Champion and coming away with a victory is MORE than enough for the Born Psycho; no need to add a numbers-game beating.

As Eira and Murdoc begin to enter the ring ...

‘STOP! STOP! I’VE HAD ENOUGH!’

Skylar Marshall’s angered and unusually furious voice rings out over the PA system. Storming out from the back, Skylar is hopping mad, going so far as to throw down his suit jacket for emphasis. ‘You two want to play your little games,?! This is MY company, MINE! And I’ll be damned if I let you two destroy it, destroy all I’ve worked for! You’ve brought nothing but madness and chaos to the PCW and I will not have it any longer!’ Skylar is FUMING as he begins to pace on the stage.

‘You’ve brought your infection, your viral influence into MY LOCKER ROOM! Nearly EVERY MATCH HERE TONIGHT has broken down into a brawl! I’m going to teach you both a lesson. I’m going to teach ALL of the roster a lesson, for going along with it ... for taking the Law into their own hands. I AM THE LAW! And PCW, YOU’RE .... FIRED!’ The crowd is stunned as he points to the PCWtron. Slowly, one by one ... each member of the roster is brought up wherever they may happen to be in the backstage area.

‘ANDY D! You’re fired! I own that belt! GRIMM! YOU’RE FIRED! Nathan Saniti ... Rick Majors ... Crazy Boy, the Freebooters, Arica Lewitt ... ALL OF YOU ARE FIRED! EVERY LAST SUPERSTAR BACK THERE IS FIRED!’ Skylar’s voice is raspy, hoarse from the anger that is coursing through his veins. ‘ ... And YOU TWO. Eira and Murdoc. You want to bring this company to its’ knees? No one can do that without MY SAY-SO. It’s MY COMPANY! If anyone will bring this place down, it’s ME! So you’re not fired. You’re not going ANYWHERE. You want the spotlight? You want all the attention on you? You want to rain blood from the skies? Do it against each other at the Iceys! As the sole current members of PCW, you’ll have the chance to quench your bloodthirst. And I hope you DROWN in it. SEASONS’ BEATINGS, Untouchables.’

-CLICK!-

<sub>Prince Mephisto vs. Jonathon Thomas Cross is ruled a no-contest
Cory Steel and Arica Lewitt def. The Flying Freebooters
Kelli Starr def. Tyler Hendrix
Nathan Saniti def. Tyrone Smith via count out
Eira def. Tyler Scott
Rick Majors def. Grimm & Michael Wryght
Non Compos Mentis def. Andy D


A big thanks goes to everyone who put something up for this set of results.  I know it was a holiday and we all get a little lax/burnt out on things, and for good reason.  I hope everyone's Christmas was very hearty and happy, but the break is almost over!  PPV card will be posted on the 4th or thereabouts, let's get those ideas cranking out shall we?  Oh and be on the lookout for the Iceys writeup in the next few days, I hope to have them posted before I post the card for the PPV.  Got a lot of big things in the works here, so hopefully the wait on these results was worth it!</sub>