Hostile Takeover IV Results!

[Murdoc]

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Backstage as things are still being set-up for tonight’s pay-per-view, Hostile Takeover 4. A camera records Cory Steel from around the corner, the PCW talent and part time janitor of PCW is mopping inside a unknown locker-room. He stops for a moment and leans against his mop handle to read the name plate on the locker-room door, 'MAIZE'. This makes him grunt knowing it wouldn't be much longer until he was standing in the ring going against him and two others.

"Screw this guy."

"What have I done to offend the PCW staff?"

Cory turns around and he is staring at Maize. Cory rolls his eyes and goes back to mopping. Maize smirks and sits his bags down pointing at Cory.

"Oh my God, are you Cory Steel? Cory 'THE BEAR' Steel?"

This makes Maize laugh.

"I thought they were kidding about you, you know you're the ass of a lot of jokes?"

Cory doesn't stop mopping but he looks at Maize, with his calm outward appearance. Inside he was boiling over with rage.

"You don't say? I really don't give a shit either. How about you save that smart-ass demeanor for the ring later?"

The camera finally comes out from around the corner and slowly walks up to the two men, as soon as he is close enough he catches Cory mopping over Maize's shoes and snickering about it. Maize however does not find it funny and shoves Cory a little bit.

"Hey cleaning lady, why don't you watch what you're doing!?"

Cory just continues to smirk and he leans the mop against his water bucket, then steps up nose to nose with Maize arms crossed.

"Or what?"

"You know what Cory, I mean janitor, you're not worth my time."

"Then LET me make it worthwhile to you ... !"

Without warning Cory headbutts Maize! It stuns the big man but he fires back with his own surprise left jab, when it connects with the end of Cory's un protected mouth he stumbles back into the door. Maize does not stop there as he fires two more jabs and right haymaker that gets blocked. Cory pushes Maize back just enough for him to headbutt the brute of a man Maize again!

"Hey! Hey! Stop that!"

Out of nowhere both men are jumped on and pulled apart by PCW security! The camera man catching all of this is pushed out of the way and just in time as he misses the large boot of Cory kicking out. The two men were ready to fight and the fans haven't even arrived yet! Hostile Takeover 4 was going to be good

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“Ladies and gentlemen, in a few moments ... Pure Class Wrestling brings you Deadly Intentions IV!”

The cameras pan over the entirety of the audience, catching glimpses of notables in the building.

Disturbed’s 'The Night’ is the theme song of the evening and the lead singer, David Draiman, is in the audience tonight, throwing up a rock fist and belting out his signature ‘Oh wa-ah-ah-ah!" mating call-sound-thing. The crowd is absolutely stoked for the evening to begin ... pumped as the song continues, signs such as 'Climb the ladder, Don Rocco’, 'One More Time, UnHoly Alliance!’ and 'NCM stole my jacket!' dotting the landscape. The crowd is pumped and the music dies out enough for Mark Long to resume his duties.

“Before we OFFICIALLY start the event, I would like to inform you that videotaping and recording this show is strictly prohibited. Also, laser lights are not allowed in the arena. If anyone is caught with one, they'll be escorted out of the building by security and will not receive any type of refund. And last but certainly not least, the antics displayed in and out of this ring are extremely dangerous and are performed by trained professionals. You should not try this at home. All in all, sit back and enjoy the show!”

Mark takes a a quick breath and continues.

“It’s time to begin .... HOSTILE TAKEOVERRRRRRRRRR IV!”

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Jerry: Hello everyone and welcome to the fourth annual Hostile Takeover pay-per-view! I’m Jerry and sitting beside me is ...

... no one. You heard right, folks. Al, after the recent talent layoff, decided NOT to renew his contract so it looks like it’s going to be me, o solo mio. That doesn’t mean it’s not gonna be an AWESOME card. Stacked to the ROOF with great matches and bitter rivalries. It’s time to give you the rundown for what he have in store for you tonight!

First off, it’s - -

‘Stars and Stripes Forever' begins to play over the P.A. system. The rousing tune gets the crowd’s attention, all turned to Mr. Patrick Gregory Brooks ... The Chief himself is in the house! To his side is his ever-loyal assistant, Isabella Alexis. He stands and looks out over the crowd with a pretty big smile stretched across his face. He nods and retrieves a microphone from her and begins his Inaugural Address.

‘Fans ... how are we doing tonight?!’ The crowd roars its’ approval. ‘I can’t hear you!!’ The crowd lets out a cheer even LOUDER than the first, if possible. ‘We have a HUGE show lined up for you tonight and I don’t want to waste ANY time getting right into it. But, as my first OFFICIAL act as President ... I see something ... missing.’ 

The crowd begins a huge chant: Laiman! Laiman! Laiman!

‘P.C.W. fans ... I hear you LOUD AND CLEAR! Jerry, don’t get me wrong. I’m sure you’d do just fine calling this event by yourself ... but why do that when I have an even BETTER idea? Without further adieu, I present to you ... The Faithful ... your NEW color commentator -- ‘

The crowd goes ELECTRIC as Disturbed’s ‘Pain Redefined’ blasts over the speakers. That can only mean one thing ...

‘ACE ANDERSON!’ The crowd is on their feet as Ace Anderson steps out onto the stage, neck brace and all. He nods and throws his fists into the air as he steps fully onto the main stage beside Brooks and Alexis. Shaking both of their hands, he begins the long walk down the ramp ... looking pretty damn slick in a dark grey and black suit. Stopping at the bottom of the ramp, he looks as though he’s going to do his trademark floor-to-apron leap ...

... but instead, hurdles the ringside steps and makes his way to the announce table to take a seat beside Jerry Andrews.

Jerry: Ace Anderson! A color commentator! I never would’ve guessed it, welcome to the booth!

Ace: Thanks, Jerry! You’ve been calling my matches a long time ... I couldn’t stand to see you out here all on your lonesome. Besides, I love P.C.W. and I figured I’d stick around in one way or another. That and, you know, protect you when people get to fighting out here. You’re not exactly the pinnacle of health.

Jerry: I get by, thank you very much!

The two share a chuckle as Patrick Brooks takes the speaker system over once again.

‘All right. Now that THAT’S squared away ... I’m not gonna take any more of your time, because we have A LOT to enjoy tonight. Jerry ... Ace? Why don’t you tell the viewers at home what they’ve got in store as I get back to my office to handle a little more business.’

Ace: You heard the man, Jerry.

Jerry: Right you are. Tonight, we start off with a four way match for the number one contendership of the Genesis championship. Arica Lewitt and Cory Steel have been mainstays of the Genesis circuit for quite some time and they’re hoping to take the step up in order to nab the prize. But in their way is the former North American champion Crazy Boy and newcomer MAIZE. A chance for a memorable debut for Maize, but can he top three seasoned veterans in the process?

Ace: I’ve seen stranger things, Jerry. Like what we’re likely to see when Kelli Starr takes on Nathan Saniti. Nathan is nothing short of STRANGE, Jerry and his oft-mentioned feud with Q has taken a weird turn in recent months. This doesn’t sit too well with Kelli Starr, who plans to enact her revenge on the oddest person in PCW. Presumably for her friend, Q.

Jerry: Revenge IS the order of the night when Rick Majors takes on Non Compos Mentis, Ace. These two have been chasing each other around for weeks and it’s finally time to get them in the ring ... one on one. Who will survive when The Born Psycho takes on Rick Majors in a grudge match made in hell?

Ace: I don’t know, Jerry. Rick Majors is a bit of a coin flip here. Either he comes in fired up and ready to dance, or Mentis will eat him alive and that’s that.

Jerry: And let’s not forget the Tag Team Championship match, Ace. Three teams competing in what is being considered the LAST match in the tag team division of PCW. The New Breed Foundation versus The Flying Freebooters. These two teams have fought for MONTHS over the championships and tonight, we’ll find out once and for all who will walk away with gold!

Ace: Don’t count out Tha UnHoly Alliance, Jerry. These two men are here to fight, eager to show why THEY are the most dominant tag team in PCW history and the ONLY tag team to be inducted into our illustrious Hall of Fame.

Jerry: Then we have our two main events. The first, a DOUBLE LADDER Match for the International AND North American championships. THIS one is going to be a wild affair, Ace.

Ace: Four men ... two ladders ... two belts. You do the math, Jerry. Some of ‘em aren’t walking out with their heads held high. They might not even WALK out after all is said and done. And our main event ... hoo-boy ...

Jerry: Reigning World Champion Andy D defeated none other than GRIMM for the strap at our last pay-per-view, Deadly Intentions ... but the winner of the Deadly Rumble is ready to take her spot atop the PCW pecking order. And I’m talking about Eira, Ace.

Ace: She’s not been in THIS important a match in her entire career, it’ll be interesting to see if she can stay on top of her game and come away with the richest prize in the land, or if Andy D will be able to kick her back down the mountain. But first ... let’s get to our opening match of the evening and Mr. Mark Long!

Match One

#1 Contenders Match for the Genesis Championship

Fatal Four-Way

Tyrone “Crazy Boy” Smith vs Arica “Trouble” Lewitt vs. Cory 'The Bear' Steel vs. "The Amazing One" Maize

Referee: Eric Russo

“Ladies and Gentlemen, the first match of the evening is scheduled for one fall and is a Fatal Four Way to determine the number one contender to the Genesis Championship!"

Jerry: This is the first match of the night and it’s bound to be a good one!

Ace: We’ll get to see PCW’s newest talent, Maize, in action. Rumor has it that he’s at least familiar with Rick Majors and Tyler Scott.

Down With the Sickness by Disturbed hits and the crowd is rather quiet as Maize walks out to the ring looking focused and ready to make an impact.

“Now making his way to the ring, weighing in at 245 pounds, he is The Amazing One ... MAIZE!”

As he makes his way down to the ring, a few fans can be heard yelling “Simply Amazing!” Maize slides under the ropes and takes the center of the ring, his eyes locked on the ramp.

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.

“Now making his way to the ring, weighing in at 227 pounds … CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAZY BOYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!”

He walks down the entryway, his fist still pumping away, and climbs the ropes of the ring. He bounces around the ropes a few times, pumps his fist in the air one last time and settles opposite of Maize, waiting for the rest of their opponents to come in. The arena turns red and black with the crowd growing into cheers, the bells of the song ring, and "Heaven Knows" by The Pretty Reckless plays! Cory Steel emerges from the back a calm and focused look on his face.

“Now making his way to the ring, weighing in at 285 pounds … Corrrrrrryyyyyy Steeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeel!” 

Cory pauses looking over his shoulder when Othello Craven walks out. The two men continue down the ramp when from through the crowd three masked men crawl over the barricades… or begin to before having seconds thoughts and taking a place just outside the ring. As Cory walks down the ramp he smirks as he looks left then right seeing the crowd clapping to the rhythm of the song and the growing chants of his name. 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, all three men keeping a watchful eye on their opponents.

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 the final participant, weighing in at one hundred and ten pounds … ARICAAAAAAAAAAAA LEEEEEEEEEEEWITT!”

Eventually the lights come back on, and the action couldn’t even wait for the bell signalling the beginning of the match.

Jerry: Maize looking to make a big impression here in his debut, Al. 

Ace: Doesn’t everyone? However he is doing a good job as both Trouble and Crazy Boy are already taken to the mat with a pair of quick clotheslines.

DING DING DING!

Maize turns his attention on Cory Steel next, ducking in at his waist and lifting him high for a spinebuster! However Steel is not caught as unawares as his other opponents, and manages to connect with a solid knee to the side of Maize’s head, causing him to drop Steel, who lands on his feet. He lifts the dazed Maize up in the air and holding him there for an amazing two seconds, sends him back first to the mat with a spinebuster of his own!

Jerry: Cory Steel, one of the veterans in this matchup just showed Maize that it isn’t going to be easy! That was a brilliant counter!

Steel goes for a quick pin, but referee Eric Russo doesn’t even have a chance to make a count as Trouble viciously stomps down on Cory Steel hard, targeting his lower back. He is unable to defend himself, as Maize puts him in a headlock from on the mat.

Jerry: I wouldn’t want to eat that sandwich!

Ace: Eat that sandwich?

Jerry: You know, because in the middle it’s full of Steel?

Ace attempts to respond. His mouth opens, but there are no words to be found thanks to that horrible ... HORRIBLE joke.

However completely forgotten by the rest of the competitors, is Crazy Boy who upon getting up from the first clothesline, had been biding his time in the far corner. Seeing an opportunity for a high reward move, he quickly climbs the turnbuckle.

Jerry: Look at Crazy Boy, he’s climbing that turnbuckle early! No one has kept track of him since the beginning!

Crazy Boy throws himself off the turnbuckle and clearing an amazing distance he nails Trouble in the back with a flying spear! Trouble and Crazy Boy go down in a heap on top of Steel and Maize, and as all the bodies collide, they too separate. This benefits Maize the most, as he is now free from the bulk of Cory Steel.

Nobody makes a move to get up right away, and Eric Russo begins a fast count, which lights a fire under Maize as he gets up at Russo’s fast five. Trouble and Crazy Boy are slowly rising too, and seeing this, Maize bounces off the ropes, and runs across the ring. Trouble tries to intercept him with a clothesline, but Maize counters with an irish whip towards the ropes Trouble just came from.

Trouble however is the lightest of the opponents and with ease turns the irish whip into an attack, springboarding off the second rope and attempts to dropkick Maize, who ducks at the last moment. However, Crazy Boy who had been coming up behind him has no defense against the dropkick and takes the full brunt of it to the face!

Jerry: What a dropkick by Trouble, but she missed her target! Crazy Boy did NOT see that one coming! 

Ace: Looks like Trouble is in trouble!

As Maize turns on Trouble, Cory Steel grabs him from behind, spinning the PCW newcomer around. Maize is quickly introduces to Cory Steel’s fists, not just once or twice, but an entire flurry of them!

Jerry: Steel Hands by Cory Steel!

Ace: That was possibly the most redundant thing you’ve ever said!

Eventually the Steel Hands are too much for Maize, who falls to the mat, but the opportunist Trouble is waiting for this to happen and she delivers a superkick over the falling body of Maize right to the face of Cory Steel! However as her foot connects with Steel’s face, the falling Maize manages to reach out and grab Trouble’s stationary leg.

As Cory Steel hits the mat, Trouble who is caught off balance by the kick, also falls to the mat and Maize who’s fall was a defensive plan, quickly uses the moment of surprise to go for a pin. 1…2…3!

Ding ding ding!

Jerry: I can’t believe it! He’s won! What a victory here in his debut!

Ace: He either planned that, or was really damn lucky!

Winner and Genesis Championship #1 Contender: Maize

As Eric Russo raises Maize’s arm in victory, Trouble looks up to the sky in disgust. She exits the ring in a fury, and as a cameraman gets too close to her, she shoves him to the side. He falls and his camera clatters to the ground as she storms up the ramp. She is not the only angry one. Cory Steel who thought he had the match in the bag, is not a happy camper, and he knows exactly who he wants to take his rage out on.

Jerry: The match might be over but the fight continues! There go Steel and Maize again, someone tell them the match is over!

Ace: Jerry, I really don’t think they care. In fact, it might sound strange to you, but I think they LIKE beating each other up.

The two trade fists as the two man brawls explodes outside the ring. Steel grabs Maize by the back of the head and rams his face into the outside of the ring post, before pushing him towards the ramp. Maize, holding his face takes a couple steps before reaching out and grabbing a fan sign reading “Ain’t slim pickings when Grimm’s pickin’” from a particularly attractive young female fan. It is made of Bristol board, but affixed to a wooden two by four, which Maize takes and snaps in half across the chest of Cory Steel!

Jerry: I think that’s the first time anyone’s used a fan sign as a weapon in a long time!

Ace: As much as I hate to agree with you, I think you might be right.

Both weary men continue to brawl their way up the ramp, sticking with their fists, and right into the back and out of view, leaving only an even more confused Crazy Boy in the ring alone.

“Craaaaaazyyy Boooooy.”

Crazy Boy looks around, not sure if the voice is real, or if it’s one in his head. However the fans react, and so he knows it is not a moment of delusion.

“It’s not the voices in your head you crazy, Crazy Boy.”

Suddenly the PCWtron flickers to life and an obscured figure can be seen on screen. Crazy Boy looks up, his expression twisting from confused to angry.

“That’s right Crazy Boy, you don’t know who I am, and when you find out, you’ll wish you never had. Get angry Crazy Boy, I like it when they’re angry. It makes it so much more fun.” The obscured figure begins to laugh hysterically and this agitates Crazy Boy who can be heard audibly shouting “WHO ARE YOU? SHOW YOURSELF!”

“In due time Crazy Boy, in due time. Dinner’s not ready until the stew’s done stewing and I don’t think you’ve had time to stew Crazy Boy… or is it angry boy? I don’t know, and I don’t care… you know why? Because I’m just that damn insane! I’ll see you soon Crazy Boy, I’ll see you soon.” With that the feed cuts and the PCWtron goes black, leaving Crazy Boy more confused, and certainly angry.

Jerry: Who and what the hell was that Ace?

Ace: I don’t know. What I DO know is we’re heading backstage! Apparently, one of our cameramen managed to stumble onto something news-worthy. It better be important, we have more matches to get to!

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[Murdoc]

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We’re backstage where a cameraman is crouched next to one Patrick Gregory Brooks’ office door. He whispers for quiet as he puts the camera’s microphone up to the door. The pickup on said microphone is good enough to pick up the voices inside the room. There’s Brooks and it’s obvious he’s talking to someone. He’s not angry, he’s not frustrated ... but it’s clear he’s all business here.

‘Guys, I know ... but right now, if things are going to straighten out around here, I need both of you to work together. We can’t let past situations dictate our future. You BOTH have amazing talent and Pure Class Wrestling needs your specific skill set right now. And if you must know, I could use the help. That match we just saw? I cannot have that happen on a pay-per-view. That’s the bottom line. People expect good fights but when the bell rings, it’s OVER. You gotta be on your toes here. Understand?’

No sound, but I’m pretty sure if you were talked to like that ... you’d probably just stand quiet and nod in agreement.

'Now let’s get back to work. I need YOU to stick around for a second though, we’ve got to finalize some paperwork.’

The camera scrambles to make trails, but he can’t leave quick enough to get away from Domino D’Angelo ... 'Double D’ himself. He grabs the camera by the lens and shoves it aside. The cameraman stumbles back and catches a glimpse of Dave Brandt leaving the office as well. The door closes behind him and Brooks continues talking. Wait ...

... there’s another person in there?

‘As for YOU. You’ve got a pretty storied history in the annals of P.C.W. And the fans would LOVE to see you. They can’t get enough of you. I’m willing to go with that. BUT ... I studied up on the end of Skylar Marshall’s reign. You didn’t quite deliver the goods when you were put into high profile situations. As a matter of fact, you didn’t exactly leave on the best conditions. Again, that wasn’t your fault so I can’t penalize you for that. But I have an obligation to put on the best show possible and ALMOST just won’t cut it. I hate to do it ... but I’m gonna have to start you where you left off. I’m giving you the chance, that’s all I can promise. Show me you can go out there and entertain and SUCCEED like I KNOW you can ... and I promise you’ll get to where you want to go. Does that sound fair?’

Sounds fair to me. But who am I but the humble narrator?

And with that, a huge frickin’ question ... it’s time to head back to the ring for our next contest!

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Match Two

Singles Match 

Rick Majors vs Non Compos Mentis

Referee: Melina Cruz

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.

Jerry: Well that was an interesting backstage exchange. But I wonder who Mr. President was talking to?

Ace: Obviously security. But the second time? You got me stumped, Jerry. Let’s just focus on the match at hand. Rick Majors and Non Compos Mentis have been at each others throats for the last two months and I’m not sure anybody knows what these unpredictable individuals will do tonight.

Jerry: For a lot of that time Majors has looked like a man searching for a beating, but maybe he’s turned the corner. If he hasn’t, he definitely has to do something tonight or he’ll be pulled limb from limb!

Majors looks down briefly. He then shakes his head, breathes deeply and stares out at the crowd with an absent face, blank and unemotional.

["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 continues to stand at the top of the ramp, looking out around the arena but the fans still don’t know what to make of his passive reaction.

["'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. Just as slowly, 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 his opponent. But after several moments there is no sign of PCW’s resident schizo. Seconds pass and an impatient grumble echoes around the crowd as still Majors stands in the ring with no opponent to face.

Jerry: Where is Non Compos Mentis? Surely he hasn’t lost his nerve?

Ace: If I know NCM, and I know him just as well as anyone ... he’s never lost his nerve. Crazy as he is, he’s no coward. It’s just mind….

“SCUM OF…THE EARTH… COME ON!”

Ace: ….games. Told you!

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 even longer 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!”

With Majors impatiently pacing in the ring, Non Compos Mentis finally walks out onto the stage and the chorus of jeers grows to an even higher level. The man himself merely grins a sadistic smile at his opponent and holds his arms out in a cross, welcoming the hateful shouts all around him. Revelling in the chaos he begins to make his way down to the ring, striding down the ramp with confidence and purpose as the refrain hits.

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

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

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

The powerful, frenzied beat goes on as NCM climbs into the ring and sends an evil look toward the referee before removing his tattered denim jacket and handing it over, then retreating to his corner in readiness for the match to come, his crazed eyes never leaving Rick Majors.

Jerry: The many thousands of people he in this arena, and the millions at home have to be wondering one thing… which Rick Majors are we going to see tonight? Like you said Ace, if he hasn’t made a change it could as go disastrously wrong tonight.

‘Scum of the Earth’ cuts out abruptly and for a moment both competitors stand in their respective corners with their eyes fixed on each other. Mentis looks sadistically confident seems to be rejoicing in his cockiness, while Majors remains almost in a glum daze.

Ace: I don’t think he has changed, Andrews, he looks dead as a…

As NCM lackadaisically leans back into the turnbuckle as if not taking his opponent seriously, Majors’ eyes suddenly spark with a hidden fury and he pounces out of his corner with all the pace of a man twenty years younger with two perfectly normal knees. Mentis’ eyes widen but he’s unable to do anything as Majors throws all his weight forward into a running dropkick that slams straight into his head!

Jerry: Care to finish that sentence, Ace?!

Mentis stumbles out of the corner in a drunken stupor and can’t even begin to regain his composure before Majors grabs hold of him and immediately hooks both arms!

Jerry: Not already?! He can’t….!

The battle-scarred veteran hauls NCM into the air with a double underhook and drives him hideously down onto the top of his head, hitting the…

Ace: MAJOR IMPACT! Right away! He just put NCM away for good right away!

The crowd has barely had a chance to compute what has happened, but that doesn’t stop them from screaming their heads wide open at the scene. Scrambling on top of Mentis’ motionless body, Majors hooks the leg and pins with the fans chanting along.

One!

Two!

THRE…..!

Jerry: MENTIS KICKS OUT! He kicked out at the last moment!

Ace: Majors must have thought that was over! I did and I’m sure everybody else in the arena did too!

With a disbelieving stare at the referee, Melina Cruz, Majors asks if it should have been three but looks dejected when he’s told it was only a two count… but only just. This last part gives Majors a kick-start and he pushes himself up with a will to put the match to bed. He grabs Mentis by the head and pulls him to his feet before whipping him across the ring and setting himself for a trademark Roundhouse Kick.

As Mentis hits the ropes he instinctively wraps his arm around the top and uses it to scuttle out to the floor, disappointing and infuriating the entire PCW Faithful in attendance. Not caring for their reaction at all, NCM stumbles to the security barrier and slouches by it as Majors shouts and screams at the fans to incite their anger even more.

Jerry: I think the Faithful wants to see Majors get his hands on Mentis again!

Ace: And I think NCM doesn’t care what he wants, or what the PCW fans want either. He’s out there to win, and that’s all he’s thinking about.

But Majors isn’t willing to let him think about it for long as he dives out of the ring and goes after his opponent. Mentis bolts, dashing around the ringside area on unsteady legs as he clearly needs more recuperation, before sliding back into the ring. Majors follows in hot pursuit and just as he climbs to his feet... he eats a massive Lariat across the throat!

With Majors on the mat, Mentis kneels above him with a sickening grin back on his face and that mad look in his eyes once more. The boos and hisses from the Faithful are all encompassing as, in a double show of mischief, NCM takes a handful of Majors’ hair in one hand and uses his free arm to grind his forearm across the face of his opponent. Melina Cruz gets to a four count before Mentis releases the hair, but reverts a second later to a combo of closed-fisted punches straight to the forehead.

Ace: Anyone who thought this match would be pretty clearly has never seen a Non Compos Mentis match before.

Jerry: There isn’t one single thing about that psychopath that could be considered in ANY way pretty, least of all his fighting style!

The punches rain down with Melina Cruz counting up to four and a half before NCM relents… only to start again a moment later. Jeering wildly, the PCW Faithful show their displease as Mentis narrowly escapes another five count by breaking. Cruz gives with a stern warning, but even then the ‘Born Psycho’ appears to take no notice and lifts his arm into the air before driving it down with another furious flurry of punches.

Jerry: NCM is really pushing the patience of Melina Cruz here!

Eight punches in five seconds later and Cruz reaches four again, only NCM doesn’t break. Majors is stuck in a dazed and beaten state and only able to persevere through the onslaught, but Cruz knows calling the match at this point would do nothing to quell the fury of the competitors or the bloodthirstiness of the fans. The five count passes and….

Ace: DQ him referee! Do your job!

…. Melina grabs NCM’s arm and pulls him back!

Jerry: Uh… I… I don’t think that’s a great idea Melina!

Pulling with all her might, Cruz drags NCM off Majors and breathes a sigh of relief at her solution. But that relief lasts for only a second as the shadow of the Hobo King looms ominously over her. There is a stunned silence in the crowd as one of the most intimidating men in PCW history stands with pure wrath in his eyes above PCW’s only female official.

Jerry: Get out of there!

Mentis slowly, eerily, lifts his arm as if to ready himself to slap the taste out of Melina’s mouth. Still the referee remains defiant again the ogre in front of her, even as his hand is about the crash down on her. He goes to swing and….

Ace: Majors!

Majors grabs his hand from behind and spins him around, straight into a high Roundhouse Kick straight to the temple! Stunned by the shot, Mentis stumbles back into the corner and Rick unleashes a volley of kicks into his chest. Fury is well and truly unleashed by Majors as Mentis drops further and further into the corner, slumping in a winded mess with each blow. The barrage continues until Melina Cruz reaches her four count yet again but this time Majors pulls back of his own accord and stands over NCM. With Mentis now slumped on the mat, Majors uses all the strength in his legs to jump up and then plummets down with a pounding Double Stomp to the sternum!

Ace: Say goodbye to your lungs, Psycho-man!

Pulling Mentis back into the center of the ring, Majors quickly hooks the leg and holds tight.

One!

Two!

THR…NO!

Again Mentis lifts a shoulder off the mat resiliently and Majors goes straight back on the offensive with a stiff shoot kick to the ribs of the downed opponent. Following it with another two strong kicks to the ribs, Majors takes Mentis by the head and hauls him up to his feet before whipping him into the ropes. On the rebound Mentis is twisted into the mat with a hard armdrag but jumps to his feet quickly, only to get caught by a second. Upon getting to his feet again, Mentis rushes forward and Majors attempts a third… but Mentis feints at the last moment and his opponent succeeds only in grounding himself. There is no chance for Majors to move before NCM lashes out with a shuddering straight boot to the face and follows it up with a powerful Scoop Slam in the center of the ring.

The momentum of the match turns again as Mentis lands a series of brutal and blunt stomps to the head and chest of Majors. This time there is no five count to stop him, but curiously Mentis does relent as Majors rolls to try and evade. Another sick, twisted smile of realization creeps onto NCM’s face as Majors rolls onto his front, and he drop an unprotected knee straight into the neck of Majors. He rolls Majors over and, for the first time in the match, Mentis pins with a lateral press.

One!

Two!

No!

Jerry: Majors is still in it despite having his surgically repaired neck nearly crushed!

Ace: Neither men is willing to give any quarter here, it’ll take a knockout or a DEATH to decide this one!

The impact of the shot is clearly enough to shake Majors as he clutches his neck in pain. Though the surgically repaired neck remains intact it has taken a severe knock. Mentis sees this and he immediately sets his sights on the neck, stamping down on it with another few boots before breaking off and yanking him to his feet. Majors tries to cover up but he can’t block every punch NCM throws, with a combos of hits to the head and chest connecting before he whips him across the ring again. As Majors rebounds he looks to take the advantage with his momentum… but Mentis isn’t there. Instead he followed his opponent into the ropes and follows closely behind before slamming a Clothesline into his spine!

Jerry: I’m not sure how much abuse that neck can take, and if anyone can make it snap again it’s NCM.

Ace: And if anyone can fight through the pain it’s Rick Majors!

As Majors collapses to the mat, Mentis sets about his plan of attack and locks up his neck and one of his arms in a tight and agonizing submission hold rarely seen from the ‘Born Psycho’. The Dragon Sleeper combined with an Arm Wrench that he calls the…

Jerry: Touch of Insanity! We so rarely see Mentis use submission tactics but he is now!

Ace: Because it’s the right tactic! Normally he’d bludgeon Majors but right now he needs to keep pressure on that neck!

The Touch of Insanity is locked in deep and Majors is visibly struggling against the hold and trying to reach the ropes. All the leverage is with Mentis though as he keeps Rick held in the middle of the ring and increases the hold. Starting with a low rumble, the PCW Faithful begins to get behind Majors and feed him their energy. The “Let’s Go Majors!” chants fill the arena and he starts to fight back against the hold and drag himself back from the brink. Slowly he pushes himself up from his seated position as Mentis tries desperately to keep hold of him. Once he reaches his feet, Majors looks for the ropes but they’re still too far off. Out of desperation he drives forward toward the nearest turnbuckle and uses it to climb and throw himself up and over Mentis with a spectacular improvised Shiranui!

Majors recoils from his target slightly to try and shake some feeling into his neck and back, but this time allows NCM a chance to recover himself. The ‘Born Psycho’ pushes himself wearily to his knees but as he looks around for his opponent Majors sees him and sets himself before unleashing a brutal Buzzsaw Kick to the side of his head, knocking him to the mat hard!

One!

Two!

THRRRR…NO!

Pushing his shoulder off the mat, Mentis narrowly escapes a loss and tries to regain his feet quickly. Majors has other ideas though as he approaches NCM and grabs him, wanting to throw him into the ropes. Instead of this, NCM desperately lunges and thrusts Majors backwards into the ropes. As he rebounds Mentis lifts him and spins him out into a Spinning Side Slam!

Jerry: DumDumDrop!

Ace: But Majors reverses!

Mid-spin, Majors travels through the move and latches onto both of Mentis’ arms and tumbles backwards into a Release Crucifix that lands his opponent directly on his neck. This time it’s Mentis’ turn to reel from the pain in his spine as Majors gets back to his feet and channels the energy from the constantly cheering crowd.

He feeds off their support and waits for Mentis to climb to his feet before he lands a slid boot to his midsection and immediately hooks both arms for the second time in the match. He puts all his strength into trying to lift Mentis off his feet for the Major Impact… but Mentis holds still and blocks the move. Majors tries again but still there’s no movement from his opponent who, instead, plants his feet and uses his superior strength to lift Majors clean off his feet and overhead until landing him on his back with an unexpectedly limber bridging pin!

One!

Two!

THR…NO!

Majors rolls a shoulder off the mat to break the pin, but also uses that momentum to roll through the pin and back to his feet, STILL holding the Double Underhook. When both men struggle back to their feet, Majors tries for another Major Impact and yet still NCM remains steadfast. This time he goes for another lift, and when Majors is off his feet he quickly sees what is coming and slides down the back of his opponent. Before Mentis can react, Majors rolls him up into a Sunset Flip pin…

One!

Kick Out!

Almost immediately, NCM rolls backwards out of the pinning predicament and back to his feet. Majors is still trying to get back to a vertical base when Mentis turns and throw a wild Kenka Kick straight at his face… only for Majors to avoid it! Still Mentis has a rabid need to attack and turns with frightening speed, grabbing Majors and applying a Double Underhook of his own.

Jerry: Fractured Mind?!

But Majors, injured neck and all, pulls the same trick as his nemesis and hauls him off the mat and overhead into a bridging pin of his own!

One!

Two!

THR…NO!

This time Mentis gets a shoulder off the mat to break the pin and pushes himself to his feet, though Majors has been able to recover and the speed in his legs is still evident. Before Mentis can get out of the way, another fierce Roundhouse Kick strikes him in the side of the head! The snapping sound of a vicious Rolling Solebutt to the midsection follows and doubles Mentis over before Rick hits the ropes and attacks with a Jumping Curb Stomp, slamming Mentis face first into the mat!

Jerry: NCM’s face will never be the same after that!

Ace: Yeah, because it was such a pretty picture to begin with.

There is an audible rise in volume from the crowd as they begin to feel that Majors can put this one away and the calls and cheers continue to rain down in the ring. Melina Cruz starts her count on Mentis who is flat out on the mat, though Majors still can’t find the energy to struggle over and get the pin, all his adrenaline apparently used up moments before. As Mentis begins to move, Majors appears to compromise on scouting his opponent for what he hopes will be the finish.

At Cruz’s six count Mentis pushes himself to a knee and at eight he reaches his feet, but ‘The Impact’ is waiting for him with arms outstretched. In an instant, Majors hooks both of his arms from behind and tries to twist in readiness for the Unprettier. He gets half a rotation in before the slimy, squirmy psycho slips out and spins. There is no time to duck or even move as NCM fires off a Spinning Back Fist that connects straight into the back of Majors’ head!

Jerry: Dear god, I think his head landed in the front row!

Majors crumbles to the mat in a heap and is completely motionless, but even now Mentis has a glazed over look of evil in his eyes. With a defenceless opponent on his hands, the ‘Born Psycho’ sends his gaze skyward and the fans respond with a roar of hatred.

Jerry: No… he can’t…?

Ace: Can and WILL, Andrews. We’re about to see psycho pigs fly!

Slowly Non Compos Mentis climbs out onto the apron and begins to climb the turnbuckles from the outside of the ring. Every step brings forward more and more boos but the Hobo King gives them no mind and continues to the top. He sets himself and gives the crowd, every single one of them, a good long stare before launching himself off the top with absolutely no grace, but plenty of lethal intent. He flies head first and plummets downward toward the body of Rick Majors and looks to hit the Suicide Headbutt but…

Jerry: Crash and burn!

… Majors uses magic, ESP or just plain dumb luck to roll at the last possible moment and send Mentis crashing head-first into the canvas in a pile of broken flesh and tattered denim.

Ace: This is it, Majors! Take your chance!

But Majors doesn’t have the energy to get a pin, he is still laid out on the mat with no knowledge of his surroundings… but at least he’s in a better state than NCM. Melina Cruz starts her ten count again and makes it to four before either man makes a move. Majors grabs to the ropes to pull himself up while Mentis very tentatively begins to stir and push himself off the mat. At seven Majors is very uneasily on his feet while NCM manages to get to his knees and stare with equal parts crazy and glazed over at Majors.

This is when Majors sees his chance. He charges forward on his shaky legs and lunges with a violent and thundering Shining Wizard, landing a knee into the middle of NCM’s forehead. It takes a few seconds but Majors claws his way across the mat and finally hook the leg…

One!

Two!

THREE!

NO!

Again Mentis somehow finds the will to kick out and the PCW fans are left breathless by the constant back and forth but know they still have more to come as Majors pushes himself tiredly to his feet. Exasperated, he gives a forlorn look to Melina Cruz to confirm the two count and then looks down at NCM who is barely able to move. Then his face does something nobody was expecting….

Jerry: Is he….?

Ace: Smiling? Yeah, I’m seeing it too.

Jerry: Well that’s creepy.

Ace: Non Compos Mentis is in the ring and the OTHER guy’s smile is creepy? That’s something!

As if the pain has sparked something in Majors’ soul, he suddenly lights up and has a plan. With no hesitation he reaches down, wraps his arm around Mentis’ neck and torques the arm, locking in NCM’s own signature submission!

The Touch of Insanity is locked in tight and Mentis has nowhere to go, no energy to fight. Cruz manoeuvres herself into position to call a tapout or a knockout even, but Mentis somehow fights the hold. If anyone knows a reversal to the move it would be the man in the hold, but he seems oblivious to it as Majors pulls back on the arm even more. Mentis’ neck, which has taken its own share of damage in the match, is in agony and his hand is close to giving the signal….

… but from somewhere he begins to push. His legs power upwards and his free arm wraps around Majors’ body so that even while he is in the hold Mentis lifts Majors into a make-shift Fireman’s Carry. He sways uneasily and but the adrenaline courses through his veins and the Born Psycho throws himself into a sprint straight into one of the corners. Unable to block or protect himself with both arms occupied, Major’s head slams straight into the top turnbuckle and the force is enough to loosen his grip.

Jerry: My god! There’s padding there but I don’t think it did any good, Majors may as well have just headbutted a metal block!

Ace: He could be out cold right there!

With Majors limp in his arms, NCM staggers back into the middle of the ring, sets his feet and spins him around before driving him straight into the mat with another unprotected hit to the skull, this time a horrific TKO!

Mentis is about to crawl over to make the pin when he finds Majors trying to fight still, though his body is fit for giving up. Neck in agony, body coursing with pain, head bludgeoned, Rick Majors is STILL trying to sit up. Whatever he thought about his opponent, Non Compos Mentis could only stare at him in disbelief and awe for a moment, unsure what to do. The moment passes though, and Mentis’ eyes snap back to a sadistic and sickening sheen. He scrambles off the mat and hits the ropes at full speed.

Whether Majors knows what is happening is a moot point, because a second later he has no knowledge of anything. Mentis rebounds off the ropes and drives his elbow straight thought Majors’ forehead with a brutal, bloodcurdling Running Roaring Elbow!

Jerry: One!

Ace: Two!

Jerry: THREE!

Winner: Non Compos Mentis

‘Scum of the Earth’ hits the PA System as Mentis rolls off of Majors’ limp body with some kind of smile on his face but now it looks more like relief and not madness. The PCW faithful show their hate of the winner with a massive chorus of boos and jeers as Melina Cruz reluctantly tries to raise his hand in victory, though he wants nothing to do with the woman he almost came to blows with earlier in the match.

Slowly, NCM recovers enough to crawl snakelike across the mat and drape himself over the bottom rope, staring out into the crowd as if looking for something… or someone. The cameras look into the fans too and for a second there appears to be nothing but the angry and disappointed Faithful. That is until they see the figures moving between the regular people… the hobos.

Jerry: Oh come on, not this again! Not after such a hard fought match!

Ace: Non Compos Mentis thinks Majors needs to be taught a less in misery, and here come the teachers!

Over the barrier hop not one or two but four grubby looking hobos, all with a crazy and numb look in their eyes as if they are not controlling their own actions. The found individuals slide into the ring and fall in beside Mentis who has gained enough of his breath to stand and direct traffic. He points down at Majors and tells them to pick him up, and two of the hobos do so. By the arms, Rick Majors is hoisted to his knees and held in front of the man he has just lost to.

Jerry: This is sick! They’re going to take him out for good and there’s not a thing he can do about it!

With no warning or hesitation, Mentis slaps the unconscious Majors across the face with a cold thwack. Satisfied with the results, NCM shouts an order that cannot possibly be mistaken; “GIVE HIM TO ME!” At that, the hobos throw Rick Majors at him and Mentis immediately hooks in the Double Underhook, ready to administer the potentially neck-breaking Fractured Mind.

Jerry: Wait… what the hell!

Ace: Is that….?

Down the ramp, two figures bolt out from the back and sprint toward the ring. The two passive hobos in the ring see them first and send out the warning calls like meerkats on lookout, causing the other two to turn and look followed by Mentis who throws Majors to the mat once more.

Jerry: The Flying Freebooters! They’re coming to the aid of Rick Majors!

Just as Wasp and High Tide bum rush the ring, Mentis gives the word and the hobo horde scrambles out of the ring and to safety. The crowd is cheering wildly for the oddball tag team as they send the hobo collective running for cover and attend to Majors who is just about regaining consciousness, not knowing what is going on at all.

With one last glance over his shoulder, Non Compos Mentis utters a few words that sound like “My work here is done, there are many other fish to fry!” before he disappears with his cohorts into the crowd once more. In the ring, the trio of stars take in the cheers as the show moves to a plug for Hostile Takeover’s official theme tune, ‘The Night’ by Disturbed.

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Speaking of The Freebooters ... we go backstage where emergency personnel are rushing to a fallen superstar. Shane Dodge is standing by with a cameraman on the perimeter of the group that is now swelling in size to take care of the situation. It looks as though they’re strapping whoever it is to a gurney. Shane has his finger in his ear, blocking out the commotion as Jerry speaks with him ... much like a reporter live on location.

Jerry: Shane, what’s going on? Can you give us some details?

Shane: Well Jerry, it looks as though SOMEone has taken chagrin to Tha UnHoly Alliance’s participation in the upcoming tag team championship match. Behind me, as you can see, is chaos. Apparently, Jason Willard is being transported to a local area hospital for cuts and abrasions, as well as what could be a broken collar bone. We’re told that the security detail is looking into possible involvement of the New Breed AND The Freebooters in this incident. Other than that, details are pretty scarce at this time. We’ll keep you updated on Jason Willard’s condition as the night progresses. Jerry?

Jerry: Thanks, Shane. Unfortunate for Tha UnHoly Alliance, Ace.

Ace: You’re not kidding. They were a nice little extra for a match that, frankly ... the crowd has seen MULTIPLE times. I wonder what will happen now?

Jerry: No telling, Ace. But right now, we’ve got another match that’s about to get under way. Let’s go to Mark Long for the proper introductions!

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Match Three

Genesis Championship Match

Nathan Saniti vs “Dollface” Kelli Starr (Genesis ©)

Referee: Charles Lim

"Circus Envy" by R.E.M. starts as Saniti strolls out from the back. He pays no attention whatsoever to the jeers of the audience. Standing atop the ramp, cane planted firmly in front of him, purple smoke envelopes Saniti completely. Just as the smoke enshrines him, a line of pyro blasts a path straight down to the bottom of the ramp. Once the smoke clears from the final boom, Saniti has appeared! He then casually strolls up to the steps and into the ring, his unsettling and unhinged smile decorating his face.

Ladies and gentlemen, it’s now time for our GENESIS CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH! Introducing first, weighing in at 200 pounds ... the challenger ... NATHAAAAAAAAAN SANITIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!

Ace: Looks like Nathan is as deranged as ever.

Jerry: Were you expecting anything different?

Ace: Not necessarily, but I got to know him as a different sort of fellow than the one PCW has been dealing with the past few months.

As the rapid harpsichord sounds of 'Syringe’ by Emilie Autumn sounds over the PCW loudspeakers, all the arena lights go out save for delicately strobing, hot pink 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.

And introducing next, weighing in at 180 pounds ... she is YOUR Genesis Champion ... KELLIIIIIIIIIII STARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

She slips under the bottom rope into the ring as the frenetic rave-like lighting continues - but instead of her usual dance routine, the fans are treated to the sight of her flying directly at Nathan; the camera focuses in just in time to catch her shouting something about Q! As she leans back, raising a fist, Lim hastily calls for the bell, and the match begins!

There’s a pop from the crowd as Kelli’s fist connects squarely with Saniti’s face, the top-hatted menace caught uncharacteristically off guard. Kelli presses her advantage and continues to hammer away at Nathan, backing him towards a neutral corner with a series of absolutely vicious strikes, alternating attacks and strike zones to keep the ref off her back.

Jerry: Kelli looks absolutely VINDICTIVE out there tonight.

Ace: Can you really blame her?

Jerry: Not considering recent events, no.

Charles Lim steps forward, warning Kelli off Nathan. She steps back just far enough to let Saniti regain his feet, who explodes into action! Saniti takes advantage of his heavier build, well hidden under the deceptively flamboyant layers of gentleman’s attire, and bullrushes Kelli towards the ropes! A final shove at the end of the run bounces Kelli off the ropes and back to Saniti, who seizes her arm and jerks her around in a rough Irish Whip! Another rebound off the rope and Nathan roots himself, bracing his arm for a clothesline - which he modifies into a headlock!

Kelli, still disoriented, struggles frantically to escape the hold; Nathan finally releasing her with a pained shout after Kelli stomps on his instep with all her might! With a roar of anger, the bruise-like circles around his eyes darkening, he lunges at the still-staggered Kelli and takes her down to the mat with a mean spear! Starr slams into the mat back first, the crowd booing and jeering Saniti while cheering for their Most Loved superstar. Saniti takes advantage of Kelli’s compromising position, dragging her to her feet by her hair and locking his hands around her throat - choking her out as he walks her across the ring towards a corner!

Ace: Hey! FOUL!

Jerry: That’s...that’s not in the rulebooks.

Ace: I don’t think he CARES, but LOOK at her! They’ve got to get him off her.

Ace’s take on the situation seems to be accurate: Saniti shows no sign of stopping! Lim is in Saniti’s face, threatening disqualification as Kelli visibly struggles to hold onto consciousness, her porcelain skin rapidly turning an unhealthy shade of red-violet. Saniti abruptly releases the choke on Starr before delivering a forearm smash to her jaw, sending Starr crashing back-first into the post and dropping to her hands and knees, still coughing as she fights to regain her breath.

Saniti charges in after Starr, who throws her right leg up to connect with Nathan’s jaw, snapping his head back on his neck and sending him staggering back towards the center of the ring to a pop from the crowd! Starr explodes from the corner in a blur of color, smashing into the center of Nathan’s sternum with an absolutely brutal Heart Kick, dropping him to the mat and bringing the crowd to their feet!

Jerry: I think she may have just left a foot shaped bruise in his chest! He’s gonna be feeling THAT in the morning.

Ace: Good.

Kelli slips to her knees next to Saniti’s fallen form, hooking his near leg for a pin and managing to hold the larger competitor in place while Lim slides in to make the count!

...1!

...2!

..- Saniti throws a shoulder up off the mat to wave of jeers from the PCW Faithful in the seats! Starr rises her feet and reaches down, grabbing a fistful of overcoat to “help” Saniti up; leading him back into the ropes launching him across the ring with an Irish Whip. Saniti bounces off the far side, stumbling forward directly into a drop toe hold by Starr who quickly transitions into an Oklahoma Roll; Lim again quick on the uptake to make the count.

...1!

...2!

...th- Not yet!

Saniti escapes the near fall to a gasp from the crowd!

Jerry: I don’t believe it!

Ace: Neither do I - he’s gotta be tougher than his win/loss record would indicate.

Jerry: Do you think he has a chance?

Ace: I can’t say, but I can definitely tell you that I’ve never seen Kelli this angry.

Starr slams both fists onto the mat in a brief tantrum, her cheerful exterior long gone and rapidly approaching a manic sort of rage. She jumps to her feet, reaching down once more to pick Saniti up off the mat only to have Nathan counter with a Jaw Breaker! Saniti gains a vertical base where he steps forward into a follow-up with a thrust to her already abused throat - knocking her back a step and drawing boos from the crowd! Nathan capitalizes on her brief retreat with a vindictive boot to the midsection that doubles Kelli over! Nathan deftly hoists Starr in the air, ignoring the tremendous boos and jeers from the crowd as he drives her into the mat with a Sit Out Powerbomb! Rising to his knees and “accidentally" striking her in the head with one, Nathan wraps her up for a pin attempt!

...1!

...2!

Starr throws a shoulder up off the mat to a thunderous ovation from the PCW faithful! Saniti doesn’t waste any time in hurrying himself back to standing, beginning to stomp away at Starr, the crowd breaking into boos with each and every kick. Finally, Nathan picks Starr up off the mat where he takes her back into the ropes, firing Starr across the ring where she bounces off the near side. Saniti ducks his head in preparation for a set up, only to find Starr leap frogging over him and bouncing off the near side!

Saniti drops down to his chest where Starr jumps over him once again and bouncing off the near side like a demented, rainbow colored pinball. Nathan springs to his feet to meet her charge with a rooted, wide-set stance - only to have Kelli drop to her belly and slide right between his legs to the other side! Jumping to her feet she scales the ropes like a bouncy ladder, launching herself off the top rope towards Nathan! Saniti spins around just in time to see stars as Kelli makes a solid connect with her trademarked double axe handle smash!!

Jerry: Sugar High! She gave Nathan a Sugar High!

Ace: Looks like the crash hit early this time.

Starr rolls away from Saniti and rises to her knees, moving back to the fallen man to lock him up for a pin!

...1!

...2!

...3!

Winner: Kelli Starr via Pinfall

The crowd EXPLODES into cheers for Kelli Starr, the retaining Genesis Champion! As her music begins to play and rainbow lights flash all over the arena, she retrieves her belt, buckling it around her waist and dancing around the ring in victory! So intent is she on her whirling and prancing, she doesn’t see Nathan creeping up behind her as he removes his hat, his unruly orange hair splayed out in all directions as he lifts the hat to clock Kelli with the strangely dangerous accessory!

The hat seems to rebel as Nathan fights to keep ahold of it, a brilliant white light shining forth as every single EVERY other light in the arena cuts out!

Ace: What the HELL?!

Jerry: That - what’s that coming out of the hat?!

Something is indeed emerging! A pale shape...a hand...it’s a hand! The hand is followed by an arm, attached to a shoulder, the glowing silhouette of a human shape taking form slowly in the center of the ring surrounded by the white light pouring from the hat in one of the most wonderful yet bizarre births the world has ever seen!

Jerry: Is this actually happening?

Ace: Is there TWO of them?!

Sure enough there are! The first shape appears to be pulling a second through, a vague outline with disheveled hair following the second figure’s first arm being led through to PCW. The white light brightens to be overpowering, the crowd in an odd hush as a final pulse ripples through the entire PCW Arena like a wave, the light washing over them like pinpricks of sensation, as though blessed by the Universe itself!

As sudden as it began, the light is gone, the regular lights of PCW flickering back on as though nothing happened to reveal...

The Single Letter Superstar! Q has finally returned to Pure Class Wrestling!

...but...

...who’s this? Surely it couldn’t be...

NATHAN SANITI!?

There is ANOTHER Nathan Saniti standing in the ring across from the first! The two mirror images stare at each other, face to face, and the arena lights once again shut off completely! No wondrous white light this time, just total darkness as the sounds of scrambling, fighting, shouts, and general noise fill the venue! The backstage technicians scramble to recitfy the lighting issues as we go backstage anyways to ...

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The scene fades in backstage, not far from the curtain to the arena, and the fans can be heard cheering wildly even through the thick walls isolating the crowd from the back. As the camera pans away from the monitors sitting in a massive bank on a production table with techs working the boards before them, we see the Citizen and SSP emerge from a dressing room not far down the hallway.

Then, from down the hall the other direction, we hear Kassandra Black's voice call out sharply, “Sebastian St. Paul? Citizen? Do you mind if I catch a few words with you guys about your match tonight and the condition of Johnathan Cable?”

Sebastian and Citizen turn towards her, and motion for the camera to come closer before settling in for an impromptu interview on this, a huge night for them both even in the wake of John's health concerns, backstage in the PCW Arena.

“Sure thing Ms. Black. The New Breed Foundation always has a minute to share with the PCW Universe.” Sebastian says smoothly.

“What's on your mind?” Citizen asks.

“Well, for starters, we all saw the footage the other day of Johnathan's heart wrenching emergency. How is he doing, and when do the doctors expect him to be awake?” she asks matter of factly.

“John is fine. There was an incident the other day that had them pretty rattled, and not everything has been all that good for Jonathan, but eventually, he will be back to form and back in that ring. I want you all to know that the best doctors in the world have been working tirelessly to ensure Cable's condition is improving daily, but these things take time. We have to remain patient and hopeful.” Sebastian shares sadly all the while trying to remain upbeat himself.

“So tonight, the Citizen will be filling in for John Cable as the New Breed face off against the UnHoly Alliance for the first time, AND meet the Flying Freebooters in your rematch for the PCW Tag Team Titles. What do you think your chance are of bringing back the Tag Straps to the Foundation and all of the Breeders out there with a new partner?” Kassandra asks,

Citizen steps up then, angling his shoulder in front of SSP before answering the question for him.

“John needed someone looking out for his best interest, and the best interest of the New Breed Foundation. That someone is me. The best thing that can happen tonight for the New Breed is finishing this war with the Flying Freebooters once and for all, no matter how that comes to pass.” he says from behind the red white and blue field backing the glittering golden eagle emblazoned across his facemask.

“John may be out tonight, but the New Breed Foundation is bigger than me and bigger even than Cable himself. It stands for the hard fights we fight because they are right, and it upholds the courage of the free warriors who fight to keep others free. The New Breed gives hope to those without it, and if I lose hope now, then what have we been fighting for all this time? It's my honor to go out there, alone or not, and fight for what is rightfully mine. It is my pleasure to do it across the ring from men like Tide and Wasp who have made it their mission to fight just as hard to take those Titles away from us. It is my legacy to do it front of those fans out there who are just as invested in this as I am, and are waiting just as eagerly as everyone else is to see how this whole thing plays out. There is nothing else to it but that, to go out here, and fight the fight I was destined to be a part of, and give it my everything to win those belts back. That's all I can do. This is my only chance to do it. I have no other options.” he says as they both make their way towards the curtain as Two Steps From Hell's 'Jump' blares to life on the speakers in the arena.

Match Four

Tag Team Championship Match

The Flying Freebooters (Tag Team ©) vs The New Breed vs Tha UnHoly Alliance

Referee: Manny Cruz

Jerry: Ladies and gentlemen, our next match was scheduled to be a triple threat match for the tag team titles, but you saw what happened to Jason Willard earlier on tonight.

Ace: It doesn’t look like Tha UnHoly Alliance is going to make it to this match.

Jerry That’s certainly a shame, but we’re still expecting a great match between these two talented teams.

Blue spotlight flash to life on either side of the stage and twirls away into the crowd timed to the beat as the guitars come to life.  As the horns build to a crescendo, and the guitars really begin to jam, two figures are lit from under the stage in bright white spotlights as a cascade of red sparks falls behind them. They raise their arms over their heads as the crowd explodes seeing Citizen and SSP on the stage.

Red, white, and blue fireworks shoot off down the ramp as the two men emerge onto the stage and Sebastian St. Paul and Citizen rush the ring slapping hands with fans on both side of the aisle cheering wildly. They slide in under the bottom ropes as the stirring melody of the horns picks up and the crowd goes wild with cheers for the New Breed as they put up their fists like they are ready for a fight, then climb opposite turnbuckles showing off for their fans before they hop down into the ring again as the music dies out and the lights come back on.

Introducing first, the challengers, representing the New Breed ... they are The Citizen and Sebastian St. Paul!!!

The lights of the arena slowly begin to dim, before going altogether dark. ‘Hollow’ by Alice In Chains hits as the lights begin to flicker and the Freebooters enter, both just standing there, posing. The crowd booing does not faze them, as they motion for the crowd to get louder as they soak in the attention. As they make their way down the ramp and towards the ring, mouthing off to the fans as they hit the ringside area.

And their opponents, they are the PCW Tag Team Champions, High Tide and Wasp: The Flying Freebooters!!!

Both men climb up the stairs, and climb to the turnbuckles horizontally across from each other. They either point at their opponents already in the ring, and stare them down, or beckon for them to come from the back, taunting. Then, as the music is about to fade, both perform a backflip into the ring.

The referee takes the tag titles from the Freebooters and he holds them over his head in the center of the ring. Suddenly, Loco appears in the entrance way alone!

Jerry: What the hell!? Is he still in this match!?

Ace: I have no idea!

Jerry: Well, he’s without his partner, but that doesn’t mean he came here alone!

Loco is holding two steel chairs in his left hand and a baseball bat in his right hand. He makes his way down to the ring as the Freebooters and the New Breed exit the ring to meet him.

Ace: Oh baby!

The Citizen is the first man to reach Loco. Loco drops the chairs and he swings the bat, connecting hard with Citizen’s midsection ... doubling him over. Wasp reaches Loco next, but he suffers the same fate. High Tide charges, but Loco THROWS the bat right at his head. High Tide gets his hands up to block it at the last second, but he is still knocked over by the attack.

Jerry: OH MY GOD!

Loco now picks up one of the chairs. SSP charges at him and Loco swings the chair, connecting with SSP’s chest. St. Paul is doubled over now and Loco cracks the chair against his back, knocking him down to the mat. Loco now looks over at the referee as he he raises the chair back up again. Suddenly, PCW security arrives!

Ace: Security is here!

Jerry: Good! Someone’s got to put a stop to this!

The PCW security team grabs Loco and they forcefully start dragging him back to the entrance area.

Jerry: It looks like Loco is being ejected from this match!

Ace: And I don’t think he cares!

“We don't need those stupid titles anyway!” Loco screams as he’s dragged away. “We’re already hall of famers! It doesn’t matter!”

Loco is dragged to the backstage area, leaving the chaos he caused around ringside.

Jerry: Well, now what?

Ace: I guess this match continues???

The four competitors in the match slowly get to their feet. The first victim, The Citizen, stands up first. He looks around the arena. His eyes meet Wasp, who has just returned to a vertical base as well. The two men stare at one another for a brief second before they charge at one another! “STOP!” Citizen and Wasp start trading right and left hands even AS the crowd cranes their necks towards the entranceway where ...

... JOHNATHAN CABLE STANDS!

He’s fully geared and ready to go to war! Racing down the ramp, he hits the ring and begins aiding the Citizen in demolishing Wasp!

Jerry: IT’S JOHNATHAN CABLE! Oh my god, Ace ... do you believe it?!

Ace: My god, what a shock! And listen to the crowd ... they’re going NUTS!

With Wasp forced violently to the mat, Citizen and Cable look at each other for the longest time ... before shaking hands amicably. The crowd roars as The Citizen hits the outside and ... it appears that the substitution is going to be allowed! Johnathan Cable is now a part of this match! Meanwhile, on the OUTSIDE of the ring, SSP grabs High Tide and he tries to slam him head-first into the ring post! High Tide blocks it and he returns the favor, sending Sebastian St. Paul face first into the steel!

Jerry: This match is completely out of control!

Ace: Has it even officially started yet?

Jerry: Actually, I don’t think so!

High Tide pulls SSP up from the floor, but he’s suddenly attacked from behind by Johnathan Cable. Cable drives his elbow into Tide’s back. Cable now clotheslines Tide in the back of the head, sending him down to the floor. Cable turns around and he’s suddenly hit with a kick to the face by Wasp! Wasp doesn’t have time to take advantage of the situation however, because SSP is back on his feet and he drives his knee into Wasp’s stomach! SSP then DDTs Wasp down to the mat!

SSP is suddenly taken down by a tackle from High Tide. All four men are now down on the floor at ringside.

Jerry: These guys are just killing each other!

Ace: And the bell hasn’t even rung yet!

Slowly High Tide gets to his feet and he slides into the ring. Johnathan Cable follows shortly afterwards. With a competitor from each team in the ring, the referee finally calls for the bell to ring and the match to officially begin.

Jerry: Okay, NOW here we go!

Tide and Cable lock up in the center of the ring. Cable shoves Tide back into the corner. Tide comes flying out however with a flying forearm to the face, sending Cable down to the mat. High Tide pulls him up, but Cable hits him with an elbow to the stomach, doubling him over. Cable now sets Tide up and he hits him with a suplex. Cable now stands up and he drops an elbow on Tide. And another. And another.

Jerry: Johnathan Cable in charge right now and.... OH MAN! Here we go again!

On the outside of the ring, SSP and Wasp have met up once more. The two men are exchanging right and left hands in an absolutely brutal fashion. Neither man is willing to give an inch. Referee Manny Cruz sighs and he leaves the ring in an attempt to break up the battle on the outside.

Ace: I don’t think one referee is enough for this match!

Cruz gets between the two men on the outside and he tried in vain to hold them apart. Suddenly, Johnathan Cable comes leaping off of the top ropes with a double axehandle to Wasp’s back! The force of the move sends Wasp crashing into the referee and the referee crashing into SSP and all four men are down on the floor!

Jerry: My God... now the referee is out and....

Ace: LOOK OUT!

High Tide comes flying through the ropes with a suicide dive, landing on the pile at ringside just as the competitors are trying to stand up! The crowd is on their feet now, cheering the chaos.

Jerry: All four competitors are down! The referee is down! And the PCW Tag Team Championship is on the line!

Ace: I’ve never seen a tag match like this Jerry. These four men will do anything to get the upper hand here!

Slowly but surely, the competitors get back to their feet. Tide rolls back into the ring. So does SSP. Tide is up to his feet first. He pulls SSP to a standing position and drives a stiff forearm into his forehead. SSP staggers backwards into the ropes. Tide charges at him and he connects with a clothesline! The force of the blow is strong enough that both men fly over the ropes and down onto the floor, on the opposite side from Cable and Wasp, who are now standing up as well.

Jerry: The ring can’t contain these four guys!

Cable grabs Wasp by the head and he drives him skull-first into the ring apron. Wasp collapses with a thud and Cable slides into the ring now. Just as he’s doing so, High Tide rolls in on the other side. Tide gets back to his feet and the two men are in the ring with one another once more, ready to resume their battle.

Ace: These two guys are battling it out once more!

The two men once again begin exchanging punches, more slowly than earlier in the match but with no less force or determination. Cable blocks a punch from High Tide and he takes control of the slug fest now. Cable delivers several strong punches, sending High Tide into the corner. Meanwhile, Wasp has returned to the ring. He grabs Cable from behind, spins him around and connects with a stiff right hand to the face. Suddenly, Wasp is taken down by a spear from the returning SSP! SSP now pulls Wasp up and he throws him over the top rope to the outside! SSP and Cable now both pull High Tide out of the corner. Tide shoves Cable backwards and he then leaps up and hits SSP with a dropkick! SSP staggers backwards and he leans on the ropes for support! High Tide hits him with another dropkick, sending him over the ropes and to the outside! As Tide turns around however, he’s hit with a stiff clothesline from Johnathan Cable.

Jerry: Neither team has been able to get momentum for very long in this match.

Ace: This is quite the contest!

Finally, referee Manny Cruz returns to the ring to officiate the contest. Cable pulls Tide up and he Irish whips him into the corner. Cable starts to stomp away on Tide. SSP enters the ring once more. Cruz desperately tries to take control of this match by sending SSP out of the ring and into his assigned corner. As the two argue, Wasp slips into the ring and he drops Cable down to the mat with a spinebuster!

Ace: BOOM!

SSP finally relents and he heads to his corner. Cruz turns his attention to the match only to see both Wasp and High Tide in the ring for the Freebooters. Cruz grabs Wasp and demands that he stand in his assigned corner. After a brief argument, Wasp takes his position on the apron.

Jerry: And for the first time in this match we have two competitors in the ring and two competitors on the apron.

Ace: It’s like an actual tag match now!

High Tide pulls Jonathan Cable up to his feet. He sets him up and delivers a Russian leg sweep. Tide now drags Cable over towards the Freebooters corner. He slumps him into the corner and stomps on his chest a few times before tagging in Wasp.

Jerry: And THAT, ladies and gentlemen, was the first actual tag in this match!

The Freebooters double team Cable in the corner, stomping on him for a few seconds, before the referee manages to get High Tide out of the ring. Wasp pulls Cable up now. He sets him up and drops him down to the mat with a suplex. Wasp now climbs to the second rope and he dives off of the ropes with a leg drop! Cable rolls out of the way and Wasp hits the mat! Cable quickly takes advantage of the situation and he goes for a cover:
1.....
2.....

Jerry: And a kickout at two by Wasp!

Cable makes his way over to the New Breed corner and he tags in SSP. SSP enters the ring just as Wasp is getting to his feet. St. Paul quickly grabs him and he drives his knee right into Wasp’s face. Wasp staggers backwards. SSP connects with a clothesline, sending Wasp down to the mat. SSP drops an elbow. And another. He then pulls Wasp up and he Irish whips him into the corner. Wasp hits the turnbuckles with a thud. SSP charges at him with a clothesline, but Wasp dives out of the way at the last second! SSP goes crashing into the turnbuckle.

Jerry: That had to hurt!

Wasp now slowly drags SSP over to the Freebooters corner and he tags in High Tide. Tide enters the ring just as Wasp hits SSP with a superkick to the jaw! Tide rolls him up from behind as he falls!

1....

2....

Jerry: No! A kickout!

Ace: Impressive!

Wasp leaves the ring. Tide pulls SSP up, but now SSP rolls High Tide up for a cover!

1....

2....

Jerry: Another kickout!

Both men get to their feet now. Tide charges at SSP, but SSP dodges him. He then takes High Tide down to the mat with a tackle! SSP now starts unloading on Tide with forearms to the face! SSP stands up now, walks over to his corner and he tags in Johnathan Cable. As Cable enters the ring, High Tide is just getting to his feet. Cable kicks him in the stomach, sets him up and he delivers a brutal powerbomb! Cable with a cover now!

1....

2....

Jerry: It’s over!

Ace: No! Wasp broke up the pin!

Jerry: We almost had new tag team champions there ladies and gentlemen!

Cruz demands that Wasp leave the ring. With the referee’s attention occupied, SSP returns to the ring. Cable pulls High Tide up and he hits him with an inverted atomic drop! St. Paul now takes him down with a running knee strike!

Jerry: The Annihilator!

Ace: This could be it!

Jerry: One.... two.... and again Wasp breaks up the pin!

All four men are in the ring now and once again all hell breaks loose! SSP tackles Wasp and he starts unloading on him with stiff shots to the face. Meanwhile, Johnathan Cable pulls High Tide up to his feet. High Tide grabs him though and he rolls him up just as Manny Cruz turns to face the two legal men!

Jerry: One... two....

Ace: And no! This time SSP broke up the pinfall attempt!

Cruz demands that SSP leave the ring. Wasp gets back to his feet, but Cruz stops him before he make a move. Wasp is sent back to his corner as well. Both Tide and Cable are on their feet now. Cable charges at Tide, Tide dodges it and he goes behind Cable. He now rolls him up in a schoolboy pin!

1.....

2.....

3!!!

Jerry : Did he get him? He did! That was close!

Ace: And just like that, it’s over!

Jerry: These four men battled here tonight. They brutalized one another!

Ace: This one could have gone either way, Jerry. What a match!

Winners: The Flying Freebooters

The crowd roars its’ appreciation for the match they just witnessed. A fitting send-off for the Pure Class Wrestling tag team championships. As the Flying Freebooters hold the belts up high, the New Breed start to move towards the retaining champs. What’s going to happen here? Security is already heading towards the ring in anticipation of a fracas ... but instead, their services are not needed as the members of the New Breed raise the hands of the champions in tag team solidarity.

Pyros explode as the four men who basically DEFINE the modern era of tag wrestling in PCW are rewarded with a standing ovation. Even Patrick Gregory Brooks is at the top of the ramp, Isabella in tow ... applauding the valiant efforts of these men. The Freebooters and the New Breed are ready for a fight ... ready to keep the belts in at least SOMEONE’S possession instead of shipping them off to the home office. Instead, they are allowed to walk from the ring with their heads held high ... as the champions they so rightfully are as we go to an advertisement for the next PCW pay-per view ... Mass Destruction IV!

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[Murdoc]

Match Five

Double Ladder Match

(For the International and "British Commonwealth" Championships)

(The first competitor to grab a Title will be crowned that champion)

Michael “Mr. Showtime” Wryght vs Grimm vs Tyler “The British Lion” Scott ("British Commonwealth" ©) vs Murdoc

Referee: Nolan Burke

Ladies and gentlemen ... it is now time for your first of two main events of the evening!

"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.

Standing at 6 feet, 3 inches tall and weighing 252 pounds, hailing from Brick, New Jersey ... he is a former PCW World Champion, former PCW International Champion and former PCW Tag Team Champion ... 

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.

... ‘Mr. Showtime’ .... MICHAEEEEEEL WRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYGHT!

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 stands at 6 feet and 1 inch, weighing in tonight at 230 lbs .... he is the current reigning North Ame-

He heads to the ring, staying his usual focused self. He climbs into the ring and walks to the center where he stares intensely at Mark Long. He mouths a few obscenities, to which Mark Long responds:

.... your British Commonwealth Champion ...

... before nodding satisfactorily and beginning his few warm up moves, awaiting the start of the upcoming contest.

... ‘The British Lion’ .... TYLERRRRRR SCOTT!

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.

Introducing next, weighing in at 217 pounds ... he is a former World Champion, Tag Team Champion AND International Champion ... HE IS GRIMM!

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.

'Xerxes' by Audiomachine kicks in. The steady thump of the bass fills the arena like a heartbeat. And it's on one of these thumps that from behind the curtain, Murdoc begins to emerge. No flames, no fire. Just the man. Once he stands upon the stage in all his twisted glory, he begins his slow walk towards the ring. The edge of the hood hanging over his face, he walks steadily towards the ring.

And finally ... weighing in at 320 pounds ... he is a former two time International Champion and THREE time Tag Team Champion .... ladies and gentlemen: MURRRRRRRRRRRRDOC!

Standing at ringside for a brief moment, he turns the the ring steps and begins to ascend them. Wiping his feet on the apron, he steps through the ropes and enters. Turning to his immediate left, he goes to one of the far corners, disrobes and begins stretching out in anticipation for the war ahead. The four men meet in the center of the ring ... as the ladders are brought from the back. Two rather large ladders, to be exact.

Ace: THIS ... is gonna be a war.

Jerry: You’ve had dealings with all of these men, Ace ... let’s get YOUR thoughts on the matchup.

Ace: Well first you’ve got the wild card in the match: Murdoc. He’s the biggest and strongest man in the match by a good bit. If I were him, I’d want to take out Grimm first. Grimm’s his biggest obstacle. Grimm, he’s probably the man to keep pace with Murdoc’s brutality so I expect these two to wage a bloody battle at some point. Then, you have the cunning and craftiness of Michael Wryght. He’s BEEN in a ladder match, and here recently too. So he knows what he’s getting into. And then there’s Tyler Scott, the fighting champion. I doubt you’ll see him go down without a fight. He may just surprise everyone here tonight ... backed into a corner as he is.

Jerry: Well put, Ace. Any tips for the competitors?

Ace: Get rid of Murdoc. Simple. He’s got a wicked right hand and every punch could be a ... hah ... A Black Out. If I were in the match, I’d get Murdoc out as fast as possible and go from there.

Jerry: It looks like this match is just about ready to get underway.

The referee in charge, Nolan Burke (the poor bastard), is giving the final pre-fight instructions. He makes sure each man understands, but seems to be having a little problem with Murdoc. He repeats asking if Murdoc is clear on the rules ... Murdoc mumbles something incoherently ... and comes out of nowhere with a double clothesline to Grimm and Tyler Scott! Bullrushing Michael Wryght after dropping the others, he leads with his head and cracks Wryght in the forehead with his metal mask!

The bell sounds ... and we’re underway!

Murdoc backing Wryght into the nearest corner, he begins to lay heavy shots into the abdomen and head ... alternating areas. Hoping to weaken the Frickin’ Superstar. As he wades in with a blitzkrieg of powerful strikes, Grimm and Scott are up and back into the thick of things ... pouncing on Murdoc in the corner. Scott on his back with an arm wrapped around his neck while Grimm is peppering his kidneys and ribs with quick strikes. These are NOT small men ... and yet Murdoc towers over them enough to make them appear small.

Staggering back from the corner, Murdoc is assaulted on all sides by the three competitors. It seems as though they have picked up on the idea that Murdoc needs to be taken care of before they can begin planning their retrieval of the belts in earnest. As Murdoc is pulled to the center of the ring, Showtime explodes from the corner with a spear that drops Murdoc ... unwittingly landing him on top of Tyler Scott.

The crowd oooooh’s as the violent impact. It looks like Michael Wryght’s head is already lacerated from the surprise headbutt ... not enough to pour blood but enough to be noticed. Murdoc gasping for air on the mat, he’s already on his hands and knees ... struggling mightily to get to his feet under the torrential blows shot off by Grimm and Michael Wryght. It’s oppression at its’ finest, but is not enough to keep Murdoc off of his feet. The crowd waits for it AND ... OOOOH! Low Blow by Michael wryght on the big man that drops him to his knees again.

Clutching at ... well, himself ... Murdoc reaches a hand out towards Grimm’s face! He’s got an Iron Claw locked in! Grimm fights at the hold, managing to strike the crook of the elbow and bending the arm enough to get in close. He begins to deliver some vile headbutts ... even WITH Murdoc’s hand on his forehead. He’s using Murdoc’s own hand to strike the metal mask! Murdoc finally relinquishes the hold ... clutching his hand in pain as Grimm staggers back ... attempting to recover.

Ace: A VERY smart move by the Hangtown Horror! Murdoc won’t be having much issue with head trauma ... but Grimm manages to get AROUND that AND the Iron Claw by striking Murdoc’s mask with his OWN HAND. That could’ve easily broken some bones, Jerry.

Jerry: Right you are. That could be a key factor in how the match progresses. It’s always an outside variable, but in a match like this you HAVE to expect an injury or two. That may have just taken Murdoc out of the running!

Ace: Don’t count on it, Jerry. Murdoc’s a beast, a MONSTER in that ring ... he’ll find a way if he’s breathing.

Murdoc clutching his hand, Tyler Scott is back into the mix ... stomping a few times on Murdoc, targeting the weakened hand. Showtime finally seeming to have recovered his senses ... is NOWHERE near the ring. He’s on the outside, moving towards one of the ladders. Grimm spots Showtime’s vanishing act and begins to help Tyler drag Murdoc to his feet. The pair Irish whip Murdoc into the ropes and lift him up into the air on the rebound ... but Murdoc fights, flailing and trying to escape. The two stagger back with Murdoc in flapjack position ...

... and come to a stop when their backs hit the ring ropes! The sudden stop jostling them, Murdoc is let go with a shove ... and the big man goes FLYING over the top rope! He lands on top of the ladder that Michael Wryght has procured ... and on top of Michael Wryght himself. The crash is violent and sudden, not the prettiest way to stop a ladder from entering the ring.

The crowd is treated to a replay or two as Tyler Scott and Grimm square off in the center of the ring. The two men going at it with thunderous blows, it’s Tyler Scott that comes out ahead as he directs a Grimm right hand into a hip toss, landing him on the mat and going behind with a brutal neck wrench. The hold cinched in tight, Grimm tries to alleviate the pressure with his hands clawing ... trying to get under Scott’s forearm.

Jerry: Now THIS is smart thinking by Tyler Scott. He’s a great technical fighter and it’s MUCH more preferable than going toe-to-toe with The Lord of Misrule.

Ace: He has some INCREDIBLE mat skills and you’re right, not many people want to stand across from Grimm and let him have the chance to strike you.

As Grimm fights his way to his feet, he throws an elbow or two at Scott’s midsection, loosening the hold on his neck. Shoving Scott into the ropes, Scott rebounds and hops over Grimm who has dropped prone to the mat. A second rebound and Tyler holds to the rope, fully expecting a surprise Harvest. Grimm left in the center of the ring, he makes the split-second decision to rush Scott ... but finds himself hoisted up and over the top towards the outside. Managing to get his feet under him, he lands on the apron to the side of Tyler and throws a wicked haymaker that catches Scott right behind the ear.

Grabbing Scott by the head, he pulls him in close and throws a knee to the gut that doubles the British Lion over. Grimm holding Scott down between the middle and top rope, he moves into a powerbomb position. With several quizzical faces in the front row, Grimm leans over and grabs Scott by the waist ... slowly turning and ... oh god.

Tyler’s neck and chin are caught on the middle rope ...

... and Grimm is pulling Scott up and over the top rope by his feet! HE’S GOING TO HANG THAT MAN!

Trapping Scott’s neck between the two tightened ropes, Scott fights desperately... but Grimm ends the struggle as he drops to the floor and pulls Tyler’s legs out from underneath him. Dangling without any support, Tyler’s face begins to turn a bright crimson. The crowd is uneasy and the referee moves in to try to help Scott before he passes out before a sold out crowd and on pay-per-view. No one wants to watch a public hanging.

The referee helping to alleviate the pressure, a ladder is thrown towards the ring ... striking Grimm in the back and cracking Tyler Scott in the lower legs. The sudden jolt is enough to help Scott escape the ropes and drop to the floor, right beside the Hangman of Kentucky (new nickname?). Michael Wryght looking relatively pleased with himself, he moves gingerly towards the ring ... the looming shadow of Murdoc crawling behind him towards the fray.

Ace: That almost got REAL bad, REAL QUICK.

Jerry: Grimm is absolutely intent on destroying anyone in his path to become either the International OR the North American champion. Even if it means a little snap, crackle and pop.

Ace: That was almost a snuff, Jerry. As in he almost snuffed Tyler Scott’s candle out.

As Showtime steps over the fallen bodies of Tyler Scott and Grimm, he grabs hold of the metal monstrosity ... the ladder, I mean ... and slides it into the ring before following suit. Showtime is unsteady, but probably the most well-off competitor in the match thus far. That is, aside from have Murdoc land on a ladder and squashing you onto a thinly padded concrete floor. But well-off you could say. As he stands the ladder up in the center of the ring, the belts are gleaming high above the canvas ... each belt hanging from a different hook.

The ladder placed directly in the center of the ring, between the two belts ... Showtime steels his nerves and begins to climb.

All of two rungs.

Once he hits the second rung, there’s Murdoc. Back into the ring and back on the warpath. Pulling Showtime form the ladder, he grabs Showtime and lands a vicious left hand to the face. Not as powerful as his patented right, but still a hard shot nonetheless. Showtime careening around the ladder to try and escape, Murdoc simply pushes the ladder over and lets it land harmlessly onto the top rope of to his left side as he gives chase to Michael Wryght. Finally catching up to him at the back side of the ring closest to the announcers, Wryght surprises everyone by dropping Murdoc with a simple drop-toe-hold ...

... face first onto the leg of the ladder.

The metal-on-metal impact sounds out richly, but Murdoc seems unhurt by the impact. Stunned, surely ... no amount of padding or cushioning on the inside of his mask will stop the brains from being shaken. Showtime laying into Murdoc with clubbing blows to the back, he fights to keep Murdoc down while Murdoc fights to get to his feet.

Suddenly, the tipped ladder is returned to a standing position ... with Tyler Scott sitting close to the top! It seems as though Mr. Scott was crafty enough to make it to the apron without being noticed and ascend the ropes themselves to right the ladder ... riding it to its’ original standing position. As he reaches for the nearest belt, the ladder’s momentum isn’t stopped and Michael Wryght helps it along its’ way. An object in motion tends to stay in motion, after all. The ladder tips to the opposite side and Scott is forced to eject as the ladder comes crashing down.

Scott landing across the top rope stomach first, he’s left out to dry as Murdoc pulls Showtime away from pursuing him. Grimm having recovered from the ladder shot, is on the apron and nails a beautiful running dropkick to Tyler Scott’s head ... his feet helping to push Scott back into the ring albeit in a brutal manner. As Grimm re-enters the ring, it’s the first time all four men have been together in the ring since the opening of the match.

Ace: Aaaaaand we’re back to where we started Jerry. All four men, back in the ring. Little worse for the wear but ...

Jerry: Tyler Scott is down on the mat, Murdoc is pummeling on Michael Wryght ... but who’s watching Grimm?!

As Murdoc hammers away on Michael Wryght, Grimm begins to slide Tyler Scott towards the apron ... attempting to push him out of the ring. He stops as he hears the thud of Michael Wryght’s body being hurled through the ropes towards the outside ... and Murdoc turning to face him for the first time in a LONG time. The two horrors face each other, slowly walking towards the center of the ring. The showdown that EVERYONE has been dying to see. Grimm vs. Murdoc. Two titans of terror with gold on the line.

The tension is UNREAL.

Place your bets.

Grimm is the first to lash out, catching Murdoc in the chest with a vicious knife-edged chop. A second. Murdoc is stunned, but PISSED more than anything. He lets fly a huge punch but Grimm ducks underneath ... placing a knee squarely in the ribs of Murdoc followed by another knife-edge chop. Murdoc is on the defensive as Grimm unloads with several strikes ... kicks and punches and chops with Murdoc firing off retaliatory shots but finding his target missing every single time.

Murdoc staggers back into the ropes, pushing Grimm away as he goes in to continue the attack. The Hangtown Horror rebounds with a flying forearm, but Murdoc manages to catch Grimm and throw him to the side into the nearest turnbuckle. As he hits the corner, Murdoc is on top of him in an instant. Swarming the man with heavy shots ... but very quick for a man his size. This is descending into an all-out fist fight ... and the fans absolutely love it! They’re on their feet as Grimm and Murdoc trade shots. But the showdown is not to last long ...

... for Tyler Scott and Michael Wryght are back in the mix and taking it to Grimm and Murdoc. Fists and feet flying, both Grimm and Murdoc were unprepared for such an onslaught. As they two titans begin weakening, Wryght and Scott unceremoniously dump Murdoc out in front of the announce table. No sooner does Murdoc hit the mat do Scott and Wryght hook Grimm into the tree of woe. Upside down in the corner, Grimm can only watch as Tyler Scott turns on Michael Wryght and levels him with a free-legged enzugiri.

Wryght dropping to the mat, Tyler Scott picks up the ladder and sets it back in its’ place before slowly beginning the looooooooooooong climb to his destiny. Halfway up the ladder, and there’s Wryght. Scott reaches the top of the ladder, but he can’t quite get a hand on a belt. He’s reaching for both of them, he’s undecided on which one to grab ... !

Ace: Which one do you choose, Jerry? They both mean the world to these competitors!

Jerry: I guess it’s a good thing I’m not in there, Ace. I’d be up on that ladder for a while deciding.

Ace: Like you’d get up to that belt before the Rapture happens.

Wryght is finally at the top and both men are dueling for the belts. It’s a long way down and they’re SO close to the prize. Tyler starting to wobble at the top, he’s got Wryght reeling at the same time. The first victor will be the one who knocks the other off. Guaranteed. King of the mountain style fighting ... it can’t go on forever! Wryght smashes Scott’s head into the top rung and the British Lion is dazed but not out. A second time and Scott is hanging on by one hand only. Wryght goes for a third time ... but Scott breaks his grip!

OH MY GOD!

The crowd jumps to their feet as Tyler Scott wraps his arm around Michael Wryght’s head and steps off of his side of the ladder ... and drags Michael Wryght to the mat with him in a falling STO! The mat shakes with the impact and the crowd is going bananas! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! The replays fly, showing the move several times over as even the announcers are nearly speechless.

Nearly.

Jerry: ... my GOD!

Ace: I have NEVER seen anything like that! Michael Wryght may not wake up until Easter. Guaranteed, you’ll see that on replays for the rest of the YEAR.

Not a man is stirring in the ring. Except for Grimm. He’s escaped his imprisoning and is the only man left standing. Except for ... Murdoc. The two are face to face again. Grimm stepping over the broken bodies. Murdoc in the corner. There’s only one way to end this after all is said and done ...

Murdoc goes for the ladder! He’s starting to climb. Grimm is on the other side of it, climbing for everything he’s worth. It’s a race to the finish, who will reach into the heavens and pull back a star?! The two are fighting the entire way up, punches here and there to the ribs. It isn’t until they reach the top that the fight is begun in earnest. And what a fight it is.

These two men are holding nothing back. Throwing absolute BOMBS at each other. The time is now or never, there will be no interference. Slowly, Grimm begins to get the upperhand on Murdoc. The big man is wobbling ... Grimm has Murdoc on the ropes! A final haymaker and ... NO! Blocked by Murdoc! It’s Murdoc’s turn now, throwing his heaviest shots at Grimm. The Hangtown Horror now feeling the pressure, he’s starting to slip ... how can this end but in pain and tears?!

A final shot from Murdoc and Grimm slides down the ladder. Just enough room for Murdoc to grab ...

.. BOTH BELTS?!

Ace: Murdoc has just pulled down both belts ... but he can’t take them both!

Jerry: What does that mean for the rest of the competitors?!

Murdoc holding both belts before him, he smiles and clutches the North American belt close and ... throws the other belt down! Well ... not down ... more like out. Out towards the announce table. And looky here, who should catch it but one ... Ace Anderson. Ace looking at the belt, feeling the throb of his neck underneath the brace that he still wears ... hands it to Jerry Andrews.

Ace: I don’t want this, Jerry. It’s a curse. I’m not even an in-ring competitor because of this belt.

Jerry: So you give it to ME!? THAT’S a good idea, Ace!

With that, Jerry tosses the belt away from him ... the gold strap sliding under the ring apron. Murdoc beginning the slow climb down, the crowd boos as he descends. He doesn’t come all the way down. Oh no. Before he does that, there’s still one thing left to do. And that is? Take one of the loose ends of the North American belt and whip Grimm in the back once or twice.

Grimm no longer able to hold onto the rungs, he slips from the rung he stands on and falls to the mat with a heavy thud. Murdoc coming to rest on the canvas once again, he takes the ladder and upends it ... sending it to the floor as he rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope to make his way to the back and bask in this victory. But ... we still have a match going on! Tyler Scott, Grimm and Michael Wryght ... all now fighting for the chance to become the International Champion. The three are slowly beginning to stir. Scott is the first to make it to his feet ... Grimm is second ... Wryght is on his hands and knees. The two downed competitors are looking up and seeing the belt missing.

Grimm is staring at Ace Anderson and Jerry Andrews.

He knows where the belt went. And he’s going to get it.

Stalking out of the ring, Grimm makes his way to the announce table and DEMANDS to know where the belt is. As the announce team inform him of the belt’s whereabouts, Nolan Burke on the inside is informing Showtime and Scott where the belt is. Showtime is already on his way underneath the ring, rolling out slowly to get there. As is Scott. The sounds of shuffling can be heard coming from the abyss. Wires moving, tools clanking ... there’s no TELLING what’s going on down there. Grimm, however ... has no intentions on getting under there.

Grimm moving to a corner of the ring to peer under, he pulls a toolbox out from under one of the cornerposts. Splaying the tools every which way. The sounds of skirmishing and fighting can be made out as Grimm grabbed said tool box, obviously Scott and Showtime have begun to fight over the missing International Championship. Grimm searching for something ... ANYthing to aid him ... and there it is. He’s found it.

A box cutter. A heavy duty box cutter.

Grimm rolling back into the ring, he’s listening and feeling the canvas for disturbances. He’s about halfway to the center of the ring when he drops to his hands and knees. Taking the box cutter to the canvas, he begins to desperately cut and slash and hack at the canvas. The crowd is in shock at the sudden turn of events as Grimm finally breaks through the ring itself ... shining light down into the hole. The Horror of Hangtown diving in, his entire upper body is in the hole. But when he comes up ... what should he have but the International Championship.

Still gripped by two clawing and fighting sets of hands. Grimm and Wryght and Scott ALL desperately clinging to the belt, Grimm has the advantage of leverage and is able to hold onto the belt with just one hand as he ... goes ... for the box cutter ...

Ace: Oh dear god, don’t tell me he’s going to do what I --

Jerry: I can’t watch, this is just too much.

... and slices at one of the hands on the belt. Only one set is left aaaaaaaaaaaand slice. The belt is free!

And in the hands of the Lord of Misrule, GRIMM.

The bell rings and the referee proclaims the match to be over, both belts having been retrieved properly.

Winner(s): Murdoc captures the North American Championship; Grimm captures the International Championship

Ace: That is probably the most vicious, BRUTAL thing I have ever seen in a PCW ring Jerry ... and I’ve seen a LOT.

Jerry: The sheer cold-bloodedness of it, the methodology ... it chills me to the bone. We need to get some help out here, trainers and emergency techs ... please ...

As Grimm begins the slow, pained walk towards the ramp, EMTs and referees, paramedics rush the ring. Shining lights underneath, the crowd is shocked as they dive under the apron to check on Michael Wryght and Tyler Scott. Several people are standing around inside the ring as well as the two competitors are checked on. Showtime with a possible concussion from that hellacious fall and the ... ending ... of the match itself. We go to several replays of key moments of the match as things are calmed down at ringside, followed by a pre-taped video package for the main event as the ring crew and everyone around tries to get things back in order.

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[Murdoc]

Main Event

World Championship Match

Andy D. (World ©) vs Eira

Referee: Tyrone Little

Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for your SECOND Main Event ... of the evening!

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.

Introducing first ... the challenger. She weighs in at 160 pounds. She is the winner of the 2013 Deadly Rumble, former Genesis Champion and is the current number one contender for the PCW World Championship ... EIIIIIIIIIRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Completely ignoring everything and everyone around her, Eira stares 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 intro of 'Are You Not Entertained' by Dot Rotten hits on the PA system, and when it asks for everybody to scream the crowd goes crazy. Andy aepears from the back and as he heads towards the ring, he slaps hands with as many people as he can. Approaching the ring, Andy slides under the bottom rope before running up to a random turnbuckle, hopping up and motioning for the crowd to cheer loudly. Andy jumps down and removes the World Championship from around his waist.

Introducing next ... weighing in at 197 pounds. He is a former Genesis Champion, North American Champion and your CURRENT PCW World Champion .... ladies and gentlemen: ANDYYYYYYYYYYYY D!

The crowd is on their feet as Andy holds the belt up to his face, staring at it for what could possibly be the last time before handing it over to Tyrone Little. He shows the belt to Eira who nods solemnly. Little raises the belt for the entire world to see before handing it off to the timekeeper. Tyrone Little brings the two competitors in to the center of the ring to give them their pre match instructions.

Ace: This is it, Jerry. This is for ALL the marbles.

Jerry: At least we got the ring fixed after that last match. Jesus, I didn’t think it was going to be possible.

Ace: PCW would never allow the main event of a pay per view to be canceled because of a broken ring. We have the best techs in the WORLD! On a serious note, however, Tyler Scott and Michael Wryght both have been sent to a local hospital as a precautionary measure and should be released sometime later this evening. But we’ve got one final battle to have here tonight, so let’s get to it shall we?!

The two competitors are backed to their respective corners and both signal to the referee that they’re ready. He nods and calls for the bell ...

... and we’re finally underway!

The two competitors begin to circle the ring, each of them sizing up the other with great attention paid to detail. A hitch in a step. A close held limb. Anything that may offer them an advantage in the upcoming contest. Nothing glaring seems to be present on either competitor. Both look about as healthy as can be and are in tip-top shape for the war that lay ahead of them.

Jerry: So Ace, what will Eira need to do in order to come out on top in this contest?

Ace: I think her best chance is to focus on her devastating strikes and counter attacks. Andy can match her in speed and possibly surpass her in aerial maneuverability, but Eira has the advantage on striking and close quarters combat. If I’m her, I’m keeping this match slow and methodical and taking Andy D apart bit by bit.

Jerry: And if you’re Andy D ...

Ace: I’m keeping the match fast and furious. Keep the speed and pace too high and Eira won’t be able to keep up as long as Andy D. Andy will have no problem taking her out then.

Jerry: Some sound advice from Ace Anderson.

The two finally make contact in the center of the ring. Collar and elbow tie-up and Eira is quick to slip behind Andy with a hammerlock. Andy reaching over his shoulder to try and reach Eira, he fails to do so and wiggles this way and that before getting behind Eira himself with a hammerlock. Reaching down, Eira grabs Andy’s ankle and pulls ... toppling the champ to the mat. Taking off to the ropes, Andy leapfrogs over her and lets her pass undeterred underneath him. On the rebound, Andy attempts a hiptoss but Eira blocks and throws a knee to the midsection.

Andy doubled over, she moves in tight and clenches either side of the head. Their craniums connected, she begins to throws several nasty Muay Thai clinched knee strikes. Andy avoids some of them, but some of them manage to sneak through and before long, Andy is feeling the effects. Eira attempting to throw a knee to Andy’s face, Andy is just a split second too fast and hoists Eira off the ground with a single leg ... rushing forward and planting her on her back with a forward slam.

Andy on top of Eira now, it’s more technical than he would like but he’s managing to hold his own as he floats over out of the mounted position and sits her up just enough to try for a dragon sleeper. Eira fights violently and manages to avoid having her arm snatched into the hold, pulling Andy’s lead leg out and throwing him COMPLETELY off balance. Andy falling back, Eira hops to her feet and stares at Andy who is getting to his feet again. And quickly.

The crowd roars at the beautiful technical wizardry from both the competitors.

Jerry: Solid mat wrestling from these two, Ace.

Ace: Definitely, Jerry. I know a thing or two about mat wrestling and that was as crisp and beautiful as I’ve ever seen. Mad props there.

Jerry: Yeah, MAD props.

Ace: ... don’t do that again.

As Eira and Andy begin to circle each other again, Eira feigns a dash for the Muay Thai clinch and Andy sidesteps. Right into Eira’s leg sweep. The contender drops on top for a pinfall attempt, but doesn’t even get a one count as Andy slips out from underneath her. Rushing at each other, Andy gets the sweep this time and the not-even-one count. Andy springs up and goes for a low dropkick but Eira is too fast in this instance and hops into the air ... aiming to drop a fist onto one of Andy’s knees.

The champ managing to roll out of harm’s way, Eira pulls the punch at the last moment to avoid sudden impact and spare her knuckles as she backs away from the scene. These two SO evenly matched, the real question is how long before technique is shelved in favor of more ... hard-hitting tactics? The crowd is on the edge of their seats as Eira has had enough dancing. She moves to Andy and locks up with him once more, this time forcing him back into the nearest corner. But Andy will not take being manhandled so easily and throws his own resistance ... rolling along the ropes. The two fight for dominance until Andy has Eira backed into the corner.

Andy backing away slowly as Tyrone makes the count, Eira goes for a boot to the gut but is caught by Andy D. Waggling his finger in a no-no fashion, he smiles and executes a perfect Dragon Screw leg whip that leaves Eira clutching at her leg on the mat. Andy moving in for the continued pressure, he grabs Eira’s leg and yanks on the limb ... stretching the limb and torquing the joint for maximum effectiveness. Going for it again, Eira adds her other foot and plants it on Andy’s sternum ... shoving him off violently and back into the ropes to give her a little bit of breathing room.

Andy, sensing his golden opportunity slipping away, rushes in to a standing Eira. Grabbing hold of his arm, Eira spins in a 180 degree circle ... sending him back at the ropes and into a hurricanrana that sends Andy D face first into the middle rope. Standard 619 position, you’d say. And you’d be right, except for what Eira plans. With a bit of a run up, she grabs the TOP rope and catapults herself OVER ... changing direction once over and brings her feet dead into Andy’s face.

The rebound dropkick successful, she launches herself BACK over the ropes, attempting a rolling senton splash. Andy, however, rolls towards the ropes and avoids the impact. Eira rolls through and turns on her heels to face Andy who’s right in her face with a stiff right hand. A second shot. A third. Eira is surprised by the sudden striking of Andy D but he will not find her lacking. She retaliates with two well placed forearm strikes to the side of the head. The two going at it fully now, the crowd is at a fever pitch in response!

Ace: Listen to these fans, Jerry! They know that they’re seeing a great matchup here. These two are so evenly matched, they always HAVE been. Even when they were chasing each other in the Genesis division!

Jerry: Their paths do seem to be entwined so far, but tonight their paths differ ... one as the champion, and one not.

Eira ends the strike fest with a double-fisted punch to the chest of Andy D ... forcing him back and away from her. Staggering back, Andy is helpless as Eira rushes him and sets up a beautiful hurricanrana, but Andy D manages to stay the hold long enough to get control on the momentum and drop her to the mat in a powerbomb! It’s not often that we see Andy D popping off a powerbomb but there it is. And boy is it effective.

Andy dropping down for a quick cover, he manages to get a two count before Eira kicks out. Andy rolls off of her and begins to drag her to her feet, where he hooks her up for a snap suplex and deliver with surgical precision. Not content to let just one happen, he rolls through and does a second for good measure. Why not make SURE she gets the point?

Anoher quick pinfall attempt and Eira kicks out at two. As Andy pops to his feet, Eira slowly makes her way to a standing position ... and there’s Andy waiting with a clothesline. However, on going for a second one, Eira manages to hop up and capture Andy in a crucifix roll up that nets her a surprise two count. Drop toe hold on an approaching Andy D and Eira is back into the race. Floating over, she mounts up on Andy’s back ... grabbing one of his wrists and pulling the arm cross-ways over his shoulder. She’s going for Purgatory! Her GokuRaku Gatame Stretch! But Andy is fighting it, not letting her get a hold of his second hand.

Instead, she’s content to wrench the hold she DOES have but it’s not as effective as it normally would be and Andy is able to drag himself to the ropes to break the hold. Andy is feeling the pain in his back as she struggles to make it to his feet. Eira is hunkered down, crouched across the ring ... having rolled away from Andy and the ropes. Once he pulls himself up with the help of the ropes, Eira takes off in a mad dash towards Andy.

Andy, however, catches her in mid run and uses her momentum to force her up and over him. Eira, and the grace that she possesses, narrowly avoids soaring out to the floor and instead finds herself perched on the top rope ... balanced precariously. Andy D rushes the ropes perpendicular and springboards off, nailing an amazing hurricanrana that prompts a few replays.

Jerry: Beautiful hurricanrana from the World Champion! These two are laying it all on the line, Ace.

Ace: You’re not kidding. It all boils down to who wants it more.

We get an Andy D cover!

1 ...

2 ...

... but Eira kicks out at the last minute and the champion is pouring on the heat as he drags Eira to her feet. Hands placed firmly on her head, he leads her to the turnbuckle and climbs to the second rope. Looking down at his dazed opponent, he begins to rain down punches with the crowd counting behind him in unison. Once he reaches seven, however, a light goes off in Eira’s head and she SKILLFULLY manages to slide out from underneath Andy and leave him on the second rope. Looking down at absolutely nothing.

Grabbing his legs at the knee, she pulls his legs out from under him and lets him smack face first onto the turnbuckle. She’s still groggy from the super hurricanrana but she can’t let up. Not even for an instant. Pulling him away from the corner, she whips him across the ring and follows hot on his heels as he hits the turnbuckles ... following up with a dropkick that drops Andy and lets her sail over the top rope to the apron. She’s waiting ... eagerly ready to strike like a cat. She’s been playing the cat and mouse game for too long. Time to END it.

As Andy slowly turns, legs wobbly and brain reeling ... Eira springs into action and comes down with a gigantic double axe handle. That is, she would have had Andy not reacted with a desperation jumping knee to the midsection. Eira sent tumbling across the ring from the impact, she and Andy both are fighting for every inch they get. It’s yet another close race ... this one to see who will take the advantage of a downed opponent. Both on their feet roughly the same time, Eira and Andy meet in the middle of the ring. Eira goes for a punch but Andy drops and connects with a low dropkick that plants Eira face first to the mat.

Andy has her reeling and this time, HE’S going to end it. Setting her in his sights, it’s a split second motion. Andy D racing towards Eira ... could it be time for the Dragon’s Bite?!

Eira only having precious few seconds to react, she uses every last bit of her flexibility and bends backwards ... shoulders touching the mat as Andy soars over her and misses with the Dragon’s Bite! Andy correcting as soon as he lands, turns to rush Eira and instead meets a backwards mule kick to the chest that rockets Andy back into the corner. The crowd is hot as Eira approaches Andy. Andy not letting Eira grab hold of him, he nails her in the gut with a big boot and hops atop the second rope and ... Blockbuster?! It’s the perfect opportunity ...

.. Andy dives off for it!

NO!

Eira dashes at the last second to stop Andy from leaping off. The two are battling on the second rope, throwing bombs left and right with no clear victor emerging. Andy moves up to the top rope to try and lessen the assault that Eira is bringing but it’s no use. Eira just follows him up to the top rope. The balance is absolutely incredible, even after the war these two have undertaken.

Jerry: This is mighty dangerous, Ace. A fall from there could ...

Ace: ... ruin your night? Yeah. Yeah it could. These two need to be careful.

Eira battling with Andy D, she uses all her body weight to force Andy D back and ... in protecting himself from falling out of the ring, Eira has him off-balance enough to pull him to her side and send him crashing to the mat with a sickening thud. Turning in place, her knee still smarting from the repeated attack against them, Eira takes aim and lets free a mighty dive!

Sailing through the air, she lets her KNEES do the work this time ... afraid of buckling if she were to attempt a double foot stomp. Instead, she opts for a top rope double knee drop that finds its’ mark directly on the fallen Andy D’s chest. The impact resounding throughout the arena, she covers Andy D for the quick pinfall attempt.

1 ...

2 ...

...

... 3!!!!

Winner: Eira

Andy D kicks out a split-second too late ... but it simply that:  TOO LATE.  

As Eira rolls onto her hands and knees after making the hard-fought cover, the entire arena is on their feet after the great main event. However, her chance to really celebrate never comes A southern guitar style twang rings out over the PA system, and the lights on the PCWtron blink in unison to an echoing bass drum. As the guitar grows heavier, “Bad Man” by Bobaflex kicks in and everyone in the arena is gripped with shock and the noise is deafening. But whose music is this? Eira appears to be just as confused as the announcing team, but pulls herself up to her feet by the ropes, anticipating the first of many challengers for her newly won PCW World Title Championship. Her eyes are on the entrance ramp…but the crowd’s eyes are watching the time keepers area.

There stands the former International Champion Whitey Ford! He’s dressed in his ring gear, and it’s easy to notice that he’s gained a bit of muscle mass, no doubt from his several month stint in jail. Ford holds a steel chair in one hand…and the PCW World Title belt in the other! He stares down at the belt, comfortable in his security that a weakened Eira wouldn’t stand a chance against a fresh opponent, let alone if that opponent was Whitey Ford carrying a steel chair. The crowd reaction is mixed, but mostly of ire, and the former International Champion doesn’t seem to care either way. He makes his way around the ring, taking his eyes off the gold plating of PCW’s most prestigious prize just long enough to give Eira a smirk, his eyes daring her to get out of the ring.

Showing no fear, Eira drops down and prepares to roll out to meet Ford, but Whitey is prepared and wielding the chair with one hand, he slams it down on the ring apron a second before Eira would have been there. The new champion now thinks twice, knowing that against a fresh opponent she wouldn’t fare very well, and is forced to watch as Whitey swaggers up the entrance ramp with his back turned.

Ford drops the chair at the top of the ramp, and turns to look down at the ring once again. He holds the title high above his head, making his intentions crystal clear. “Remember this?” Whitey asks, as he slowly lowers the belt and stretches it out over the stage. He then turns around slowly, never taking his eyes off Eira until the last second, and heads to the back with “Bad Man” still playing over the PA as the feed cuts out with an intense staredown!

-CLICK!-

<sub>Maize def. Cory Steel, Arica Lewitt & Tyrone Smith to become #1 contender to the Genesis Championship
Non Compos Mentis def. Rick Majors
Kelli Starr def. Nathan Saniti
The Flying Freebooters def. Tha UnHoly Alliance and The New Breed Foundation to retain the Tag Team Championship
Murdoc def. Grimm, Michael Wryght and Tyler Scott for the North American Title; Grimm def. Tyler Scott and Michael Wryght for the International Title
Eira def. Andy D for the World Championship


Excellent work to all involved with this card.  Thank you to the roster for your patience and to the mules who delivered the goods when it was needed the most.  You guys rock.  Hopefully this was worth the wait.  Look for a card sometime tomorrow, yeah?  Time to start some new fun am I right?</sub>