Trauma 149 Results!

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Match One

Triple Threat Match

Kevin ‘The Scorpion’ Drake vs. Tyrone ‘Crazy Boy’ Smith vs. Cory ‘The Bear’ Steel

Referee: Joseph Buckland

The arena darkens, and first few notes of "Strike Back" by We As Human play over the sound system. The music hits, the arena is lit up by the lights and Kevin Drake stands on the stage, holding his right fist in the air as red fireworks from both sides of the stage shoot up into the air three times. Kevin begins his walk to the ring, slapping hands with fans as he goes down the ramp. At the bottom of the ramp, the Scorpion holds his hands in the air again and red fireworks shoot all the way down the ramp like machine gun fire. Kevin runs to the ring and slides in, running over to a turnbuckle and jumping onto the second rope. He waves his hand up, motioning for the crowd to cheer for him. Then, as his music dies down, Kevin hops off the turnbuckle and leans against the ropes.

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. 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, they fall in line behind Cory. As Cory walks down the ramp he smirks as he looks left then right seeing the crowd clapping to the rythm 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. The rest of his bodyguards take a watchful stand in Cory's corner.

The lights flicker and fade out as the pulsating beats of Dope Star Inc's "10000 Watts of Artificial Pleasure" pops on the PA system. Smoke fills the arena as a figure stands in the middle of it. All the sudden, Crazy Boy comes out of the smoke and pumps a fist in the air. He walks down the entryway and climbs the ropes of the ring. He bounces around the ropes a few times and pumps his fist in the air just as Joseph Buckland calls for the bell - and the match begins!

Smith moves to circle the ring but Steel is in no such mood and is eager to start out with a BANG! Steel rushes Smith and clotheslines him straight over the top rope ... sending both men sprawling out onto the floor. Steel is the first to his feet with Smith right behind him, Drake following down to catch Smith on the rise with several fists, to which Smith answers with knife-edged chops of his own.

The two are neck and neck ... and both men rolling into the ring at the count of nine does nothing to interrupt their fisticuffs. As the men return to their feet, the fists and chops are STILL flying ... not skipping a beat. The pace slows, Smith beating Drake at his own game! Forcing Drake back into the nearest corner, his offensive flurry is cut short by a belly to belly suplex that leaves Smith flat on his back in the center of the ring.

Drake finally moves in to capitalize, bullrushing Steel away from the prone Crazy Boy! Slipping to Smith, he begins lifting the man by his hair as ‘The Bear’ struggles to rise in the corner, Kevin suddenly distracted to see what the crowd is roaring about.

It’s Showtime!! The previously missing Michael Wryght is coming tearing down the ramp, looking absolutely nothing like himself. Hair wild and tousled, suit coat torn and shirt untucked, it looks like he’s coming barreling straight out of a nasty gutter brawl with NCM’s Hobo Horde - and straight towards the combatants in the ring!

He hits the ring like an explosion of destruction, grabbing Drake by the neck and executing a picture perfect Neckbreaker, shoving Drake violently away at the completion of the move! Back on his feet in a flash, he tears towards the rising Steel who meets him with a strike of his own! Showtime dodges the haphazard blow, winding up for a powerful uppercut straight into Steel’s jaw, knocking ‘The Bear’ out cold! Ignoring the ref’s protests, he rounds on the final talent in the ring, PCW’s self proclaimed ‘Crazy Boy’! A series of savage strikes to the midsection doubles Smith over, Wryght lifting him bodily overhead in an impressive show of strength and dropping him over one knee in a backbreaker! Smith writhing in pain on the mat, and Drake struggling to rise, Showtime slips out of the ring and comes back with - a steel chair! Kevin, with at least a modicum of survival instinct, attempts to assist Smith to his feet, hoping a numbers game will help the two get out of the ring intact! Buckland steps forward with reluctance written all over his face, jerking the chair out of Showtime’s hand, his face draining of color as Wryght rounds on him in fury - only to be distracted by a flying dropkick from Steel!

Wryght goes tumbling and Buckland makes his strategic retreat from the ring, directing the approaching EMT’s to the still senseless Steel in the far corner. Showtime gains his feet with preternatural speed, his eyes locking on Smith and Drake leaning against each other on the far side of the ring. With a feral roar, he flat out CHARGES at the two of them, hammering them down to the mat with a bestial version of the Pounce!

“Stars and Stripes Forever” by the U.S. Army Field Band begins to play over the PCW loudspeakers and the crowd cheers as none other than Mr. President himself appears! He storms down to the ring in a clear fury, Kevin Drake first to come to his senses and slide out of the ring to greet him. Meeting Brooks halfway up the ramp Drake opens his mouth to complain, only managing to get a few words in before Mr. President jabs a finger into his chest!

“Kevin Drake!? YOU’RE FIRED!!”

Continuing his way up to the ring, he stands there letting loose a harangue directed towards Showtime worthy of a seasoned drill sergeant, Wryght straightening up and glaring at him. The only words anyone can finally make out is Brooks’ apoplectic shout:

“- IN MY OFFICE!”

Once the fracas is cleared, we can get PROPERLY started with our first OFFICIAL contest of the evening ... !

Match Two

Genesis Championship Match

‘The Amazing One’ Maize (Champion) vs. Justin ‘Stormm’ Michaels

Referee: Eric Russo

The arena lights dim down to a gentle glow and the sound of pouring rain fills the arena to the brim as an orange fog begins to cover the entrance way. Hardly containing themselves already, the fans start to rise to their feet as a sudden bright flash of orange lights flood the crowd before a deafening crash of thunder rattles the foundation and leaves the arena in darkness. The pre-chorus rift to "Crash" by Decyfer Down instigates a small riot amongst those in attendance as orange flashes, like lightning, illuminate the way for the Force of Nature, and Justin Michaels appears through the curtain and onto the stage.

"CRASH! YOU'RE GOING DOWN! WITHOUT A SOUND!"

Justin plays to the cheers of the fans from atop the ramp, and marches back and forth while interacting with those in attendance. He nods his head and points towards the fans recognizing all the support they provide before turning his attention back to the ring, and starts to make his way towards the squared circle.

"THEN I'LL PASS YOU UP, BEFORE I EXPLODE! BREAKING IN TWO! I'LL SEE IT THROUGH!"

"YOU WON'T KEEP ME DOWN WHEN I CRASH THROUGH YOU!"

Justin immediately scales the nearest turnbuckle to raise his hands into the air for all to see. The flash bulbs surge throughout the arena as the orange lights brighten back to the venue's usual lighting. Justin repeats his actions and poses on the turnbuckle in the opposite corner before hopping down from the corner as his music fades out, but the overwhelming applause does not as he stands the ready for his match.

"Down With the Sickness" by Disturbed plays as Maize strolls out on the stage, with the PCW Genesis title draped across this right shoulder. Having won the championship at Trauma 148, this is Maize's first defense. Maize hops into the ring and give an arrogant sneer to the crowd. The referee, Eric Russo takes the title belt from him, but not without a fight. The title belt is held aloft for all to see before the bell is sounded. Off we go.

In a burst of built up energy accumulated throughout his break from wrestling, Stormm mounts an immediate attack. He takes down Maize with a leg grab and quickly follows up with arm bar on the mat. Taken by surprise, Maize tries to wriggle free but Stormm keep the hold tight. Maize struggles to find a way to his feet but at least manages to get up to his knees. With the arm bar still locked in, Justin Michaels hauls Maize up to a vertical base before lifting him off the mat. With added gravity, the arm bar is even more painful to the current champion.

All Maize can do his swing his legs wildly until, luckily, he catches Stormm in the knee cap with the heel of his boot. Stormm drops him and Maize quickly hits a back kick to the stomach. Hitting the ropes, Maize returns to the centre of the ring with speed only to be met by huge belly to belly suplex. Stormm quickly makes the cover, but Maize rolls a shoulder at a count of one.

Stormm, keeping momentum on his side, is quickly to his feet. He grapples Maize and hits a sideplex. Maize is back up, but staggering all over the place. He walks straight into another suplex, this time belly to back. After that, Maize is a little slower to make it back to his feet, giving Justin Michaels time to stalk his prey. Stormm attacks from behind, wraps his right leg around Maize's left, and hits a front russian leg sweep. Maizes face bounces off the canvas and for a moment, his eyes rolls back into his head. Stormm makes the cover. The referee slides to the mat. 1...2... No. Maize just kicks out of it.

Stormm, feeling the gratitude of the fans following a sequence of suplexes, take a moment to play up to them. In the meantime, Maize shakes off the effects of the previous onslaught. Stormm refocuses on his opponent. He lifts Maize to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Stormm follows him and drives a knee into the gut whilst on the ropes. He repeats for added effect. With Maize winded, Michaels whips him across the ring again before taking up a position in the centre. Maize returns and Stormm ducks his head. It's a moment too early. Maize puts the brakes on and kicks Stormm right in the face. Michaels reels backwards before composing himself. With Maize still groggy, he dives forward. But Maize cannily drops to the mat and hits a chop block on Stormm's delicate left knee. Justin crumples to the mat, clutching at his jarred knee.

The crowd are not best pleased with the sly tactics that Maize has resorted to. But Maize doesn't really give a shit. He takes a moment to compose himself. One more to smile at the referee. He then attacks.

Michaels, who is barely able to put any weight on his leg, is hauled to his feet by Maize. Maize grabs the injured leg and allows Michaels to hop around for a bit just to amuse himself. He then hits a twisting leg take down. Justin, showing his experience and knowhow, rolls to the corner of the ring, seeking some protection in gripping the bottom rope. Maize, however, is lurking behind him. He lifts the left leg of Stormm again and drives the knee into the mat, not once but twice. Just for good measure, he then stands on the back of the knee with his full weight. Unsure whether it actually constitute a wrestling hold, but with Michaels still clinging the ropes, Eric Russo calls for Maize to release it. The Amazing One waits until the referee gets to a count of 4 before stepping off his opponent's knee.

After Maize argues with the official for a second, he drags Stormm back to his feet. He does the old heel manoeuvre of raking Michaels' eyes across the top just to get the crowd animated once more. Maize follows up an Irish whip with a big back body slam. He immediately hooks the leg. The referee is slow to make it to the mat. 1...2... kick out by Stormm. Maize makes his views regarding the referees lethargy abundantly clear.

Maize lifts Justin Michaels to his feet and wraps an elbow into the side of his head. He then follows up with a back breaker, snapping Stormm over his knee.

With Stormm grounded, Maize mounts him and drives numerous punches into just opponent. The crowd don't react very well to the beat down tactics from the Amazing One. Maize gets to his feet and revels in the jeers. Stormm struggles back to his feet but Maize us on him straight away. He throws Michaels into the corner with force before following with a shoulder to the gut. Maize throws Stormm across the ring and hits another spear to the torso, forcing the air from Michaels' lungs.

Maize sends Justin across the diagonal for a third successive time but on this occasion, Stormm breaks out of the corner with an explosive clothesline. Maize is immediately back to his feet but only succeeds in staggering back into Michaels' grasp. Michaels spins to the rear of his opponent, put on a waist lock and hurls Maize over his head in a sick german suplex. The earlier beat down has taken its till on Stormm. He has to take a few moments to regain his senses and composure, meaning he is not able to capitalise on any momentum.

Both men rise slowly. Maize it the first to attack with a strong forearm to the face. Justin reacts with one of his own. The two men exchange blows in the centre of the ring. The referee jostles to stay out of the way of flailing arms whilst also maintaining a good visual of the scrap. Back and forth they go before Maize ducks under a swinging right hook from Justin Michaels. He immediately pushes Michaels in the back sending him careering into the referee. The official is caught with a glancing blow to the face but, unusually for a wrestling referee, he doesn't hit the mat. In fact he only goes to one knee, clutching his face and gripping the middle rope.

Whilst Stormms back is turned, the opportunistic Maize delivers a brutal kick between the legs. Stormm crumbles to the mat in agony as boos ring out. Maize just shrugs his shoulders and grins at the crowd. Maize slowly and arrogantly circles the fallen Justin Michaels. He wanders across to the referee and gives him a tug on the sleeve. Once the referee has shaken off a few stars and tweety birds from circling his head, Maize goes down to his knee and then flops onto his back, lying across Stormm to make a cocky casual cover. 1...2...

Justin Michaels suddenly springs into life. Whilst on the mat, Stormm grabs Maize by the arm, wretches it, twists it and locks in a modified half Nelson arm lock.Maize, realizing he is in trouble, starts kicking his legs frantically. To mitigate that, Michaels puts on a leg scissors hold and tightens his grip. Stranded in the middle of the ring, Maize looks out from under his own deformed arm, trying to find the sanctuary of the ropes. But once again Stormm increases the torque and Maize lets out a girly whimper. Finally Maize succumbs to the pain and taps hard and fast on the mat.

Michaels releases Maize, who's first title reign in Pure Class Wrestling lasts only a week. The former champion rolls from the ring, no where near as cocky as he was a few moments before.

In the ring, Stormm is handled the Genesis title by the official. Michaels takes it, lifts it up in front of face and peers at it for a moment. With a slight shrug and a slight smiler, Justin Michaels is happy with his night’s work. But one gets the feeling that he has bigger plans than just the Genesis Championship on his agenda ...

Winner and NEW Genesis Champion: Justin Michaels

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Match Three

Tag Team Match

The Flying Freebooters vs. Nathan Saniti & Q

Referee: Marcos Cruz

With Saniti and Q already in the ring, awaiting their opponents, the lights darken and 'Hollow' by Alice in Chains comes on. They approach the ring quickly, forgoing their usual antics as they enter the ring. Marcos Cruz checks all the competitors and satisfied that there are no hidden tricks, Q and Wasp make their way to the corners, leaving High Tide and Nathan Saniti in the ring. The referee signals for the bell to start the match!

High Tide quickly moves towards Saniti, going for one of his trademark clotheslines, but he is ready for that, and counters with a quick double underhook suplex, slamming Tide back first to the mat. Saniti stays on the offensive, pulling Tide up, ready to hit the move again, but Tide quickly slips behind him and lands a german suplex, sending Saniti towards Wasp's corner. Instead of tagging in his partner however, the angry pirate climbs the turnbuckle looking to inflict maximum damage early. However Saniti is up quicker than he expects and as he flies through the air, Saniti counters with a flashy looking DDT! He quickly goes for the pin and gets a two count before a sprawling Wasp breaks the pin up.

Q makes to enter the ring but Wasp is heading that way and he quickly decides against it, stepping back over the ropes. By this point both Saniti and Tide are rising and the referee is herding Wasp back to his corner, eager to get the match back under control. Wasp having done what he had set out to do, willingly heads back to his corner as the two legal men face off again.

Saniti is still quick as ever and his hands shoot out like giant toy grabbing machine claws, latching around High Tide's head. Before he can do anything Saniti begins shaking Tide's head violently, giving him Shaken Baby Syndrome! Disoriented Tide stumbles around and Saniti lays him low with a moonsault! Saniti is quickly up on the turnbuckle and lands a moonsault on the fallen High Tide. He goes for a pin and gets a two and a half before Tide can throw a shoulder up!

Saniti realizes he has been in the ring for awhile and turns to head towards Q when he sees the Other Saniti standing on the ring beside Q who is oblivious! The Other Saniti almost mockingly puts one finger up to his mouth and as the Saniti in the ring attempts to yell out to Q about the danger, the Other Saniti holds up a hat pin, and drives it deep into the shoulder of Q! Q roars out in pain and turns to face the Other Saniti, who wraps and arm around his necks and sends him crashing at a very awkward looking angle face first to the floor below! Q doesn't appear to be conscious and the Other Saniti runs off into the crowd.

Meanwhile the referee has verified a tag from Tide to Wasp, and makes his way to check on Q. Saniti turns to find Tide and Wasp coming at him. He ties up with Tide, hoping just to throw him out of the way, but the stubborn pirate won't budge. Suddenly Wasp connects with The Great White North... but not on Saniti! Tide crumbles like a sack of Idaho potatoes and Saniti looks to capitalize. He makes his way towards Wasp, who is ready for exactly that and catches him with a Stinger! It was as if he had hit Tide on purpose! He yells for the referee to make a count, and Marcos Cruz comes sliding into the ring. 1...2...3!

Winners: The Flying Freebooters

As the referee calls for assistance from the back, Saniti goes to move towards Q but is stymied by the combined efforts of the Flying Freebooters. A little double-team action is in order until ... KELLI STARR! Kelli comes racing from the back, presumably to check on Q but knowing that she wouldn’t be able to until the Freebooters have cleared the area. She hits the ring on FIRE, taking the fight to High Tide and Wasp alongside a reinvigorated Nathan Saniti! The pair battle with the Flying Freebooters, sending them to the outside and The Freebooters ... understanding the shift on momentum, wisely make haste and head towards the back. Finally, Kelli moves over to the fallen Q as we go to ...

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Match Four

Singles Match

Rick Majors vs. 'Dollface' Kelli Starr

Referee: Melina Cruz

In the ring already as she waits for her opponent, Kelli Starr stands in the center of the ring and stares daggers down the entrance ramp. Her opponent the only thing on her mind right now ...

... he wastes little time in making his appearance. The lights go out. Suddenly the sound of guitars pierce through the silence as ‘Demons’ by Sleigh Bells roars to life. A spotlight shines on the entrance. The crowd starts to murmur. As the guitars get louder, Rick Majors appears ... wait. Where’s Rick Majors?? Not in the entranceway as usual.

The crowd looks amongst itself for a few seconds until ... waitaminute! THERE he is! In the crowd, about six rows back! He’s sitting down, not even bothering to move. Kelli and the referee look at each other slightly confused. Majors nods and looks around before glancing to the ring and beckoning Kelli to ‘come get her some’, as it were. The crowd roars its’ approval and Kelli looks around to gauge the crowd response. She shrugs her shoulders and begins to make a beeline straight for Rick Majors.

Live a little, right?

As she hops the barricade, the crowd parts and Kelli rushes Majors. Majors standing and going for the chair he was sitting in, Kelli reaches him just a split-second too soon and tackles him to the cold, unforgiving concrete underneath. Kelli mounted atop Majors, she’s raining hard shots down and Majors almost seems taken aback at the fury of her offense. It’s obvious she’s got a little payback in mind for what Majors did last week to her comrade-in-arms, Q. Majors forces her off of him with a violent shove and manages to put a few feet of distance between herself and him. Scrambling along the ground, he doesn’t make it too far as Kelli grabs his ankle with both hands ... LITERALLY pulling him towards the ring.

Majors clawing and scratching to get away, she gets to the barrier and goes to pick Majors up but Majors suddenly breaks her grasp and slams her face full-force into the ringside barrier. The impact stunning her, Majors is quick to hurl her up and over the ringside barricade. Kelli hitting the floor with a great THUMP, the crowd in the front row winces at the flesh-on-concrete smack. Majors following suit, he hops over the barricade and grabs Kelli by the hair ... dragging her alongside him and throwing in a punch or two to sweeten the deal.

The referee is imploring the two to enter the ring for the match to officially start, but Majors simply brushes Melina’s instructions off and drags Kelli to the announce table where Jerry Andrews and Ace Anderson sit. As Majors goes to slam Kelli onto the table, Ace stands and moves to the pair ... interjecting his six-foot, six-inch frame between his table and the two superstars. Majors looks Ace up and down in a tense moment ...

... before scoffing and whipping Kelli towards the ring. Aiming to have Kelli slam back first onto the ring apron, Kelli manages to twist her momentum and slide fully under the ring. Majors a bit surprised at the unique reversal, he goes to inspect the edge of the apron ... idly toeing at the cloth in order to avoid any retaliatory attack from the cunning Kelli Starr. Convinced she’s not near the edge, he ducks down and grabs the apron ... lifting it and searching. A search ... that will ultimately turn up nothing.

As he’s looking, Kelli whistles down and Mister Impact and slingshot over the top rope onto him. Having almost immediately emerged from the far left side, Majors was too distracted with a retaliatory attack to expect a ... retaliatory attack. She just out-flanked him on a whole ‘nother level, ladies and gentlemen. And the end result is Kelli crashing down onto .... nothing. She misses the attack and Rick Majors is the winner of the outflankings! The referee STILL not having had both competitors in the ring for the match, she’s threatening to throw the whole thing out.

Majors, however, will have NONE of that and hoists Kelli up into the ring. And finally ...

WE START THE MATCH!

Immediately, Majors goes for the pinfall.

1!

2!

Kelli gets the shoulder up at two to break the pinfall attempt. Majors drags Kelli to her feet but is met with a vicious knee lift. The impact lifts Majors momentarily off the canvas, and Kelli follows up with an elbow shot or two ... sending him staggering towards the ropes. As he attempts to catch his breath, Starr backs away herself to create some distance and breathing room. Majors and Kelli both have the same idea, to get the drop on the other ... and neither succeed in this attempt as they meet face to face in the center of the ring. Kelli ducking under a Majors haymaker, she takes a couple of unobstructed shots at his kidneys before backing out from an ill-meant knee.

Grabbing the knee, she hooks it and pulls him in close for a MASSIVE headbutt. She shakes her head at the impact, while Majors nearly crumples. A second one and Majors drops to his free knee.

As she goes to pick Majors up, Kelli finds herself on the receiving end of a jawbreaker that leaves her looking like a slightly off rattlesnake ... jaw unhinged and agape. Majors goes in for the quick kill with a sick Lariat that crumples her underneath him. Scrambling to his feet, Majors pulls her along with him and hooks the arms for the Impact DDT! He’s going for the finish!

Or would be, if Kelli hadn’t shoved him off out of pure instinct. As Majors flies back, he manages to land directly against referee Melina Cruz in the corner. Squishing her but good, Majors staggers out just a hair ... eye still on Kelli as he does so. Kelli still struggling to stand, Majors moves over Melina and begins to shake her vigorously ... trying for all he’s worth to get her back on her feet. At the same time, the other hand is sneakily undoing the top turnbuckle pad.

As Kelli begins to move towards Majors, Majors out of NOWHERE grabs Kelli by the head and ... is reversed?! Kelli driving Majors headfirst into where the turnbuckle USUALLY is, she stops and blinks a bit at the missing pad. Majors stumbling out of the corner, grasping at the top of his forehead ... Kelli shrugs. Knowing that it was HER face that was attempting upon ... she can’t be too hurt about the turn of events. As Majors fights to stay on his feet, Kelli steps in quickly. One step, two step ... BOOM.

Candygram for Mr. Majors!

The brutal discus style backfist packing a severe payload, Majors crumples underneath the weight of his own body and hits the mat in a heap. As Starr drops down to make the pinfall, she watches as Melina Cruz haphazardly makes her way across the ring to the pinfall attempt. It’s a slow count ... a long drawn out count ... but the three is reached and Kelli Starr is declared the winner!

Winner: Kelli Starr

Fearing retaliation at a moment’s notice for the surprise victory, Kelli immediately darts out into the crowd and celebrates the victory as we go to ....

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Match Five

Singles Match

‘Mr. Showtime’ Michael Wryght vs. Andy D

Referee: Nolan Burke

The intro of 'Are You Not Entertained' blasts out over the PA system, and when Dot Rotten asks for everybody to scream the crowd goes crazy and Andy appears from the back. As he heads towards the ring, he slaps hands with as many people of the crowd as he can. Approaching the ring, Andy slides under the bottom rope before running up to a random turnbuckle ... hopping up to the second turnbuckle and motioning for the crowd to cheer loudly. Andy jumps down and removes his bucket hat, placing it on the metal part of the turnbuckle in his corner as his music dies out ...now standing ready for the upcoming match against a man with a little bit of an edge to him these days ...

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

The two men stand in opposite corners as the crowd cheers in anticipation of the match. As soon as the bell rings though, Michael Wryght charges out of his corner and he collides with Andy D at full force. Andy staggers and backs up into the corner of the ring. Showtime charges in after him, unloading on Andy D with vicious rights and lefts to the head.

The referee calls for a break as Andy D slumps down in the corner, but Showtime is relentless with his punches. Finally the ref pulls Showtime off and admonishes him for his actions. Michael Wryght looks down at the ring now and he pauses for a moment. He then takes a slow walk around the ring, shaking his head slightly. He breathes in deeply, but he doesn’t have much time to compose himself as he’s suddenly he’s attacked from behind by Andy D! The crowd cheers as Andy D now delivers a series of strikes to the back of Showtime’s head. Showtime falls to the mat and he rolls out of the ring to avoid the assault.

Michael Wryght takes a walk around the outside of the ring now. He then stops, looks down at the floor and then looks back up at the ring. As soon as he does this, Andy D comes flying under the ropes with a baseball slide! The crowd cheers as Michael Wryght hits the guardrail hard. Andy D slides completely out of the ring and he pulls Michael Wryght up. He then Irish whips him into the guardrail. Andy now charges at Showtime who dodges the attack sending Andy crashing into the guardrail. Showtime now grabs Andy’s head and he slams it into the barricade! And again! Showtime now pulls Andy D up and throws him back into the ring. Michael Wryght follows.

Back inside the ring, Wryght pulls Andy up and he hits him with a reverse DDT. He goes for the cover, but Andy D kicks out at two. Showtime pulls Andy D up once more, Irish whips him and then delivers a vicious wheelbarrow facebuster. Showtime covers Andy D again, but Andy D gets his shoulder up before the three count.

Showtime pulls Andy to his feet and he sets him up for a suplex. Andy D blocks it and reverses it, hitting Showtime with a suplex of his own! Andy waits for Showtime to get to his feet and, when he does, he sends him back down to the mat with a beautiful dropkick! Andy D now climbs to the top ropes. As Wryght gets to his feet, Andy jumps off the top turnbuckle, flips over Showtime, grabs his head and sends him crashing down to the mat! Andy goes for a cover now, but Wryght kicks out just before three.

Andy D pulls Showtime up now. Showtime surprises him with an elbow to the face. He then chops him across the chest, backing him up. Showtime now charges and he drops Andy D down to the mat with a clothesline. Showtime pulls Andy D up. He wears him down with a series of strikes and ends the sequence with a suplex. Showtime then sets Andy D up, delivers two back breakers and ends the attack with a big sidewalk slam. He gets another two count.

Showtime then delivers a single arm DDT and again gets two. Showtime now mounts Andy and starts to deliver a series of brutal forearms to the face. There is rage in his eyes and he unloads on Andy D’s head. Suddenly, Wryght stops and he looks down at his opponent. He then stands up and backs away slightly, breathing heavily. After a second or two, Michael Wryght shakes his head and he approaches Andy once more. He pulls him back up to his feet and then whips him into the corner. Showtime charges into the corner now with a clothesline, but Andy D dodges the attack and Michael Wryght hits the turnbuckle. As Showtime staggers out of the corner, Andy D leaps up, hitting him with an enziguri! Andy D goes for a cover, but Showtime kicks out at two and a half. Andy D stands up now. Showtime slowly starts to get back up as well, but he only makes it to one knee before Andy D runs at him and connects with the Dragon’s Bite!

Andy D goes for a cover and Andy D gets a three count!

Winner: Andy D

Andy returns to his feet and the referee raises his arm in the air! Andy D looks out at the crowd with his arm raised and suddenly he’s attacked from behind! Showtime has gotten back to his feet and he’s clotheslined Andy D in the back of the head! Showtime now starts to unload on Andy with a series of brutal stomps. The referee tries to stop the attack, but Showtime shoves him down to the mat. Showtime now exits the ring and he returns with a steel chair. Andy D is just getting back to his feet when Showtime clocks him in the back with the chair, sending him back down to the mat. Showtime delivers a series of chair strikes to Andy’s back as he lays on the mat! Showtime then opens up the chair and he places it around Andy’s neck! Gasps are heard from the crowd.

Showtime goes to stomp down on to the chair! He slams his foot down with great force.... just inches away from the chair. The crowd breathes a collective sigh of relief as Showtime stares down at the mat, breathing heavily.

Suddenly, Grimm emerges through the entrance way! Showtime looks up to see Grimm running down the ramp. Showtime sprints and he leaps over the ropes, hitting Grimm with a suicide dive! Showtime now starts to unload on Grimm with a series of punches. After a few moments, Grimm reverses the situation and now he’s unleashing rights and lefts onto Michael Wryght! Wryght escapes from the prone position and he gets back to his feet. He then charges at Grimm, hitting him with wild punches. The two competitors now unload on one another, neither man willing to give in or give up. Finally, the battle is broken up by a phalanx of officials and security guards who forcibly pull the two men away from one another.

****

... Tyrone “Crazy Boy” Smith can be seen in the final stages of examination at the hands of one of PCW’s EMTs, sitting patiently on the gurney as they check him over following the aftermath of his match. The image zooms in as if the camera operator is approaching for a few words, but eases away as two men in identical suits enter the scene. The taller of the two steps closer and regards Smith dubiously before glancing to his companion, the latter of which nods his approval.

“Mr. Smith?”

Tyrone glances up and takes a second to thank the EMT before slinging a towel over his neck and rising, hand outstretched for a shake.

“The one and only. What’s all this about?”

The gentleman stands with his hands clasped in front of him, staring at Smith’s proffered limb in thinly veiled contempt until Tyrone lowers it.

“Oookay then. How can I help you, gentlemen?”

“You’ll need to come with us, sir.”

At this, the camera angle shifts, the corner of a wall visible along one side of the picture as if the operator had wisely decided to get himself out of sight.

“Come with you? No. Mama always taught me never to accept rides from strange men. I might be crazy, but I’m not stupid.”

“I’m afraid we must insist, sir. Your family is already safe in one of our holding locations, and I’m sure you wouldn’t like to be delayed in getting to them.”

“My family.” His jaw clenches, arms going stiff at his sides.

“Yes, sir.” The men in their austere attire regard him expectantly.

“Holding location.” Fists clenching, a dull flush of red begins to spread over his face, a clear indicator of an impending Crazy Boy style meltdown.

“Yes, Mr. Smith, please. Time is very much of the essence.”

Crazy boy lunges forwards towards the men, the shorter, stockier one putting one hand flat on Tyrone’s chest and shifting his coat to one side. The camera can’t pick up what’s being shown, but Crazy Boy’s face drains of color, going almost immediately calm.

“I didn’t realize. Give me ten minutes to gather my things and I’ll be ready.”

“We’ll escort you, if you don’t mind. After you, Mr. Smith.”

The pair of men follow Crazy Boy deeper into the bowels of the Pure Class Arena, and the feed goes dark.

****

Match Six

Non Title Singles Match

Grimm (International Champion) vs. ‘The British Lion’ Tyler Scott

Referee: Austin Shaw

When you’re dreaming, you feel alive. 

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

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

Phinehas climbs up onto the apron and slides in between the ropes. Hopping up onto a turnbuckle, he casts his gaze out over the crowd with his arms at his side, eyes shifting to take in the sea of faces spread out before him. Grimm then drops down. And waits.

Can you feel it coming? Can you feel it coming? 

'Switchblade Smiles' by Kasabian gradually rises in volume to announce the arrival of the next superstar. The lights dim and flicker as the crowd react in various manners. The atmosphere is intense as not one fan reacts indifferently. However, what is clear is that the boos outweigh the cheers as images of Tyler Scott flash on the big screen.

Move back this wrecking ball, 

Rips through the blackest hole, 

Violence is coming. It's coming. It's coming 

Tyler Scott appears from the curtain, a steely and focused expression across his face. He pauses and takes a moment to adjust the strapping around his wrists. A quick turn of the wrist and crack of the knuckles and Tyler continues his descent down the ramp.
 He heads to the ring, climbs through the ropes and walks to the center where he stands and stares intensely into the crowd. He mouths a few obscenities as he begins his few warm up moves, awaiting the start of the upcoming contest.

The bell rings and the two competitors lock up in the center of the ring. Grimm shoves Scott backwards and then charges at him, knocking him down to the mat with a strong clothesline. Grimm then pulls Scott up and throws him into the corner. He starts to unload on him with a series of strikes. Grimm pulls Scott out of the corner and he sets him up for a suplex. Scott twists his body mid-air and he drops down behind Grimm. As Grimm turns around to face him, Tyler Scott leaps up and connects with a missile dropkick! Grimm staggers backwards into the corner and Tyler Scott follows him in, unleashing a series of strikes.

Scott backs off at the referee’s request. Grimm steps out of the corner now, but Scott hits him with a strong uppercut elbow strike, dropping him down to the mat. Scott now drops a knee. He pulls Grimm up and sets him up for a DDT. Grimm hits Scott with a few elbows to the stomach in order to break free. He then charges and hits Tyler Scott with a running back elbow. Grimm goes for a quick cover but only gets one and a half.

Grimm pulls Scott up now. Scott suddenly breaks free and he hits Grimm with a clothesline, staggering him. Tyler Scott now connects with a spear, which sends Grimm crashing to the mat. Tyler Scott with a cover and a two count.

Tyler Scott pulls Grimm up and he backs him up against the ropes. Scott Irish whips him across the ring. Grimm rebounds, ducks a clothesline and runs off of the opposite ropes. This time Grimm meets Tyler Scott with a clothesline of his own! Both men hit simultaneous clotheslines on one another and they both crumble to the mat.

The referee starts his count. Slowly each man gets up to their knees. Grimm uses the ropes to stand up while Tyler Scott crawls to the corner. Grimm gets to his feet first, but only a fraction of a second before Tyler Scott. Grimm charges at Scott with a running shoulder block. Scott dodges out of the way and Grimm hits the turnbuckle. Tyler Scott rolls Grimm up from behind but Grimm kicks out just after two!

Tyler Scott stands up and he hits a leg drop. He then mounts Grimm and unloads on him with a series of forearm strikes to the face. Grimm tries to cover up, but Scott gets a few strong shots in. Scott then pulls Grimm up and he drops him down to the mat with a strong German suplex!

Both men return to their feet and suddenly Grimm drops Tyler Scott with a clothesline. Now Grimm goes for a cover, but Tyler Scott kicks out at two. Grimm pulls Scott up, but Tyler Scott hits him with a chin breaker, staggering him. Tyler Scott now leaps up and he hits his opponent with an enziguri! Tyler Scott pulls Grimm up, but Grimm grabs him and Irish whips him across the ring. Scott rebounds with a flying clothesline! Grimm ducks it at the last second and Tyler Scott collides with referee Austin Shaw, knocking him down to the mat!

Grimm pulls Tyler Scott up. He drives a knee into Scott’s midsection and then drops him down to the mat with a DDT! Grimm returns to his feet now. He then pulls Tyler Scott up, only to drop him back down to the ring with a fisherman’s suplex. As he hits the move, a second referee rushes into the ring in order to maintain order in the match.

Grimm now locks Scott into an arm triangle choke: The Winding Stair! Slowly Austin Shaw, the first referee, starts to come to. He notices the hold and crawls over to the two competitors. The second official is nearby as well. He sees Grimm’s shoulders down on the mat and counts!

1....
2....

Tyler Scott taps to the Winding Stair!

3!!!!!

The bell rings and the crowd is unsure of what just happened. Grimm releases the hold and both men sit on the canvas, looking around for the official word. The first official raises Grimm’s hand in victory. However, the second official raises Tyler Scott’s hand!

Winner: ... uhm?

The two competitors sit on the mat confused, both men sure that they were the victor of the match. The two officials begin to discuss the situation and both referees state that they made the right call! Trauma heads to a commercial break as the arguments inside the ring continue.

[Murdoc]

Main Event

Tag Team Match

Non Compos Mentis and ‘The Asshole’ Whitey Ford vs. Eira (World Champion) and Murdoc (North American Champion)

Referee: Tyrone Little

The southern style guitars of ‘Bad Man’ by Bobaflex play over the PA system as strobe lights and the PCWtron flash white light to the beat of the bass drum. When the music picks up a bit, Ford slowly walks out onto the stage, arms stretched out wide to embrace whatever reaction the crowd gives him; he's not there for their amusement, anyways. Whitey doesn't take his eyes off the ring as he continues his slow route to the ring, arms still out by his sides. He climbs up the steel steps and vaults over the top rope, waiting in his corner patiently for his partner and until he can go to work.

“SCUM OF…THE EARTH… COME ON!”

The heavy beat of drum and harsh guitar kick in immediately after hearing the voice of Rob Zombie blasting over the PA system. Instinctively the crowd boo as the images of the notorious ‘Born Psycho’ flash across the Tron. The PCW Faithful waits with no lack of vocal attacks for the man himself to arrive but he holds back until Mr Zombie’s voice erupts once more.

“YEAH! RUN AND KILL, DESTROY THE WILL, A HERO THAT DOESN’T EXIST! YEAH! SMOKING GUN, WELL I AM THE ONE, A BULLET HOLE IN YOUR FIST! YEAH!”

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

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

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

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

The powerful, frenzied beat goes on as NCM climbs into the ring and sends an evil look toward the referee before removing his tattered denim jacket and handing it over, then glaring at Whitey Ford with something like curiosity.

When the music dies down, and Ford and NCM are still deep in an uncertain stare-off, the slightly unfamiliar tone of Attila Ats’ ‘Apologize From The Sentinel’ begins to play. The lights dim down to a shadowy gloom as the eyes of the PCW Faithful turn to the stage. Moments pass, but when the hard beat begins to hit, two dark figure walk onto the stage with confident, imposing strides. In front is the PCW World Champion, Eira, and following behind like an ominous and gigantic cloud is the North American Champion, Murdoc. The Untouchables make their way slowly down the ramp toward the ring, their eyes never leaving the two men in the ring.

Mentis and Ford are still deep in their unsettling symposium when the daunting duo climbs into the ring and the lights in the area return to normal. Removing their belts slowly and deliberately, Eira and Murdoc hand them over to Tyrone Little who prepares all four competitors for the match ahead.

Referee Little signals for the bell and Murdoc takes his place as the initial legal man for his team while Ford and NCM both seem to want the role. There’s a brief discussion between the two with neither wanting to give in… until Mentis gives the intimidating Murdoc a discreet glance and decides to take to the apron. With both starting competitors chosen, Ford begins to circle Murdoc who is content to hold his center ground. Ford makes his first strike, lunging forward for a lock up but the larger man swats him aside. Not to be discouraged, Whitey comes back for a second go and meets the same fate.

This time, with some annoyance, Ford jumps forward… and lands a surprise kick to the gut instead. Murdoc is stunned by the shot and immediately hit by a combo of forearms to the side of his head. The power-member of the Untouchables is pushed back to the ropes and Ford tries to capitalize by whipping him into to the ropes… only for Murdoc to reverse. Whitey flies into the ropes and rebounds straight into a battering ram of a Shoulder Block! As he sprawls across the mat, Ford climbs to a knee and points to Murdoc and waves it insistently before turning to his parter.

“I want her!” Ford shouts and Murdoc turns to Eira. The two Untouchables exchange an indifferent shrug and Murdoc tags out to the PCW World Champion who climbs into the ring with a grin. Now Eira and Ford begin to circle and quickly lock up, this time with Ford taking the advantage. He moves into a Headlock before being forced into the ropes once more. As he is pushed out and across the ring, Ford is prepared and slams Eira down with a Shoulder Block of his own. With no hesitation he hits the ropes himself and vaults over his recovering opponent before being met with an attempted Armdrag. Whitey blocks the move and tries one of his own, his recent increase in strength allowing him to lift Eira… but she reverses too, flipping through the move and back to her feet.

Turning to see Eira, Ford can’t react fast enough to stop a barrage of quick Muay Thai strikes that grind him down to a knee. Eira quickly hits the hopes and ducks a wild Clothesline attempt by her recovering opponent before executing a spectacular Satellite Hurricanrana, throwing Ford back towards his corner. Not discouraged by his bump, Whitey jumps up and rushes back at the World Champion but his Running Dropkick is dodged! He lands face first on the mat and looks up to see Eira plant two boots into his face with a Front Dropkick of her own.

Eira stands confidently in the ring as Whitey retreats to his corner and tags out to his partner. A groan of disapproval passes over the crowd as Non Compos Mentis climbs into the ring and faces up to the World Champion. Mentis dives forward and even Eira’s speed isn’t enough to get her out of his reach as he pushes her back into the neutral corner. The ‘Born Psycho’ tries for a clubbing blow to the head but Eira manages to duck this time and reverse NCM into the corner. Another flurry of keenly honed strikes leaves him battered into the turnbuckles and Eira retreats, only to pounce forward again into an athletic cartwheel and straight into a Dropkick to the gut. As Mentis stumbles out of the corner clutching his midsection, Eira quickly mounts the turnbuckles and throws herself off, delivering a beautiful Flying Hurricanrana before tagging out to her partner.

The crowd is roaring at the beating NCM is taking as Murdoc climbs into the ring, but as he approaches Mentis he recoils backwards. A thumb through the eye-hole of Murdoc’s mask did the trick and now Mentis goes on the offensive. A volley of punches to the head and gut pushes Murdoc back to the ropes and Mentis whips him back across the ring before landing a shuddering Running Back Elbow, putting his opponent down on the canvas. Not letting up, Mentis keeps up the blows with a series of pounding Elbow Drops into the chest until giving up and hooking the leg for a two count.

Murdoc pushes himself to a knee as Mentis continues to thrash away with rights and lefts. The power and resilience of the Untouchable is evident as he fights through the blows and reaches his feet once more… only for Mentis to hammer him back to his knees with a brutal Yakuza Kick to the jaw! But with Murdoc still not fully down, NCM hits the ropes and looks to hit another boot… only for Murdoc to explode upwards and slam his skull into NCM’s chest with a crashing Headbutt to the sternum!

Mentis struggles back to his feet in pain and is met immediately with a methodical collection of punches and elbows to the head and ribs, finished off with a jolting Haymaker to the jaw. With Mentis reeling, Murdoc hauls him impressively onto one shoulder and drops him face first onto the top turnbuckle, following it with a hard Big Boot to complete the ‘Snake Eyes’ combo. Murdoc quickly drops into a lateral press and pins for another two count.

Both men try to get to their feet but Murdoc is way ahead of his opponent, cutting him off with a powerful Bionic Elbow to the top of the head. He follows it with one more before hitting the ropes and rebounding with an attempted second Big Boot, but NCM desperately dodges it to the side. Before Murdoc can re-adjust, the Hobo King grabs him around the waist and lands a ring-shaking Backdrop Driver! Instead of pinning, NCM drags himself to his corner and tags out to Ford who is rearing to go against the downed powerhouse.

Murdoc is trying to get back to his feet but when he’s only at a knee Ford sets upon him with a salvo of punches that are meant to both damage and slow down the giant. With the damage already done, the former Prophet finds it hard to fight through the blows this time and is driven down by punch after punch. Finally when he is sure of himself, Whitey pulls back and delivers a fierce downward Enziguri straight to the back of his opponent’s head, a move called the Hangover From Hell… but still he doesn’t go down! He is stunned though, and Ford has no trouble grabbing his head and driving him down with a sickening Kneeling DDT!

A cover brings one… two… and a half before Murdoc only just gets his shoulder up, but Ford continues to grind the big man down before he can reach for a tag. As he tries to get back up, Ford locks in a rear Surfboard on Murdoc before placing his foot directly in the centre of his back for extra torque. The submission move is well held and Referee Little checks with the Untouchable for a decision but is only given a frustrated grunt. He tries to struggle free but Ford again puts more effort into the hold to keep him in place.

Finally Murdoc, with the help of Eira hyping up the crowd, begins to channel the energy in the arena. He turns and struggles up to a knee, then forces Ford’s foot away by climbing to his feet before finally breaking his opponent’s grasp and shoving him desperately back into the ropes. Ford flies back and rebounds off the ropes with speed, firing off a jaw-jacking Running European Uppercut that sends Murdoc flying back with equal force. The larger man, however, has more momentum and when he rebounds the resulting Clothesline sends a shiver through the whole arena. The almost decapitated Ford pushes himself to his feet out of pure instinct but Murdoc is waiting for him and locks in the Iron Claw! Ford tries to struggle against the hold but Murdoc is still too powerful and drives him down with the modified STO he calls ‘The Beginning’, straight on the back of his head!

Feeling the effects of the match, Murdoc turns straight for the corner and finds the already outstretched hand of Eira who takes it gratefully. She climbs to the top turnbuckle immediately as Whitey climbs uneasily to his feet. Once he turns she throws herself off and lands a picture-perfect Flying Front Dropkick to Whitey’s chest! Still he tries to get up but Eira is feeding off the adrenaline in her system and goes to work with a blur of kicks and martial-arts strikes followed by a gut-busting Solebutt to the stomach. Ford falls to his knees with this last shot and is easy prey when Eira takes aim and lands a dizzying Projectile Hurricanrana, planting him face first into the mat.

The World Champion makes the pin and; ONE… TWO…. THREE!

NO!

From nowhere Non Compos Mentis flies into the ring and breaks up the pin with ferocious punt kick to the back of Eira’s head. Tyrone Little tries to signal for Mentis to leave the ring but he scouts Eira who is still getting to her feet after the shot. Using the ropes she gets up and Mentis slams a boot into her gut before signaling for the end. He places her head between his knees, hooks the arms and gives an absolutely sickening look to the crowd as he tries to hit the Fractured Mind.

Before he can lift, though, Murdoc launches himself at the Hobo King and both men fly across the ring in a flurry of flying fists. Murdoc is furious at Mentis trying to potentially break his partner’s neck while she was caught by surprise and it teeing off on him with all his might while Mentis is merely just trying to hold his own. Both men scramble for control and, in their struggle, fall through the ropes to the outside of the ring.

As the unadulterated brawl continues on the outside of the ring, causing cameramen and commentators alike to run for cover, Eira struggles to her feet in the ring. Her eyes find Murdoc and Mentis firing away on each other before Murdoc finally imposes control and literally throws his rival over the security barrier before following him over into the crowd! Eira tries to call for her partner to return to the ring but the red mist has descended on him and he’s lost.

Reluctantly Eira turns back to the ring to attend to Whitey Ford… but with her mind elsewhere, Whitey grabs her around the waist and drags her helplessly throat-first into the middle rope! She rebounds in a stunned and breathless heap and Ford opportunistically jackknife’s Eira into a pinning predicament… ONE…. TWO…. THREE! IT’S OVER!

Winners: NCM and Whitey Ford

Before Eira can even realize what just happened or Tyrone Little can lift his hand, Whitey Ford rolls from the ring and high-tails it with a massive smile on his face. The crowd barely know how to react as ‘Bad Man’ hits the PA system and the team of Ford and Mentis are announced as the winners.

The cameras are still moving though as, somewhere in the crowd, Murdoc and Non Compos Mentis are still going at it. All around them the fans are cheering and egging on the duo as countless punches are exchanged. Neither man seems to have the advantage as they stumble barbarically through the crowd. Back in the ring, Eira is just coming to grips with the loss and has stood up to see Whitey Ford at the top of the ramp. Both stare back at each other, Eira with hate and Ford with a ridiculous grin on his face, as Whitey raises a hand over his head and silently makes a single dash in the air to mark his victory.

As Trauma goes off the air Eira’s anger only gets deeper and, somewhere deep in a sea of PCW fans, Murdoc and Mentis are still fighting to the bitter end.

-CLICK!-

<sub>Match One is Cancelled
Justin Michaels def. Maize to become the new Genesis Champion
The Flying Freebooters def. Nathan Saniti & Q
Kelli Starr def. Rick Majors
Andy D def. Michael Wryght
Grimm vs. Tyler Scott is ruled a ... a ... I don't know, who the fuck won?!
Non Compos Mentis & Whitey Ford def. Murdoc & Eira



(Great job to everyone who RPed, the card will be up shortly and thank you to all the mules but a SPECIAL shout-out goes to Rick Majors who took on a little extra when we needed it on these results.  You, sir, went above and beyond.  I thank you a thousand times over for it.  Now let's get ready for the next shindig shall we?   8-) )</sub>