Mass Destruction IV Results!

[Murdoc]

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

‘Mass Destruction’ by Faithless blares over the speaker system, the OFFICIAL theme song of Mass Destruction IV! The cameras pan over the entirety of the audience, catching fans jamming out in the sea of flesh and also catching glimpses of notables in the building. Big names including Chuck Norris himself sitting in the front row ... denim EVERYTHING. Hell, his soul itself may be denim. Hahahahaha, kidding kidding ... Chuck Norris has no need for a soul, he keeps enough of them in his refrigerator at home. On the OPPOSITE side of the ring sits his ‘nemesis’, the Muscles from Brussels himself, Mr. Wham-Bam, Thank-You Ma’am, The one and only Jean-Claude Van Damme! The crowd is on their feet cheering for these fight luminaries who have taken great interest in the PCW product as of late. Signs dot the landscape, some of my favorites being ...

‘Throw Him through the Looking Glass ... Wait, I Already HAD this Sign!’, ‘Whitey Ain’t No Bad Man; I Met him in Jail!’ and ‘Trash Day is a VERY dangerous Day - Rocko’.

. 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 .... MASS DESTRUCTIOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON IV!”

Match One
'Through the Looking Glass' Match
Nathan Saniti vs. N. Saniti
Referee: Melina Cruz, Marcos Cruz, Joseph Buckland

"Circus Envy," by R.E.M. starts as N. Saniti, the one being referred to as the “bad” one by the fans, 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 N. 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! A malevolent smirk encompasses his mouth as Joseph Buckland checks for weapons. Around the ring mirrors of all shapes and sizes are lying on the mat, perched in the corners, and strewn about the outside of the ring. 

Jerry Andrews: This is going to be an interesting match to kick off Mass Destruction 4!

Ace Anderson: If by “interesting,” you mean “confusing,” then I’m inclined to agree. I sure don’t envy the refs in this match.

Andrews: The rules of this match are simple. You have to be the one to put your opponent through the most mirrors to win.

“White Rabbit,” by Collide changes the atmosphere to one of joyful anticipation from the crowd. Several refrains of the song, go by, yet… nothing.

Andrews: Where’s the GOOD Saniti? 

Anderson: The OTHER Saniti is calling for a mic. Let’s see what he has to say.

I DO apologize to all of the riff raff assembled here…

The crowd boos thunderously.

Were you expecting your hero? Were you anticipating that phony to swoop in and save the day?

N. Saniti motions for someone in the back. A rather tall man, clad in a black and white outfit and cloaked in a leather trench coat with an oddball random geometrical black and white design carries out a mirror of his own, the reflective side facing out. Inside the glassy surface, there appears to be another Saniti. The image seems to be pounding on the glass from the inside, a pleading look for freedom in his eyes. The dark unknown figure meanders down to the ring, handing N. Saniti the fancy Victorian-era oval mirror before retreating back up the ramp.

Andrews: How the HELL is that possible? There’s a reflection of someone NOT standing in front!

Anderson: It’s a Saniti match. You’re questioning what you see? Really? Have you MET him?

N. Saniti faces the mirror out towards the audience, turning slowly so everyone can get a good look as he speaks.

You see? I have him captured in this oculus. I’m afraid that your hopes of an awe-inspiring match wherein your champion triumphs are all for naught.

Just then, the reflection in the mirror ceases his act and smiles deeply.

“Superstition,” by Stevie Wonder blasts throughout the area. As the funky song continues, more reflections, one in each mirror, appear of Nathan Saniti. N. Saniti drops the one he has in his hand, frustration and anger etched on his face. The mirror he held shatters, a column of purple smoke billowing from inside it. As it reaches man size, a very familiar hat grows from the smoke, immediately doffed in a flourish. The smoke dissipates, revealing the REAL Nathan Saniti! Marcos Cruz calls for the bell, counting the broken mirror to start the match.

N. Saniti = 1, Nathan = 0

Nathan sets his hat astride a ring post, smiling widely at his double. He motions for N. Saniti to come at him, a taunt that is met with the expected result. N. Saniti and Nathan Saniti lock up in the center of the ring. Both jockey for position, obviously evenly matched. Finally, N. Saniti pulls back and gives a mighty shove, sending Nathan to a corner where another full length mirror awaits. Nathan spins, slamming on the brakes just in time to prevent giving his opponent a 2-to-0 advantage. N. Saniti charges recklessly at his better half. Nathan bursts out of the corner with a clothesline, deliberately missing and knocking his opponent’s hat off his head. Marcos kicks it out of the ring to Melina. She sets it atop the ring post opposite Nathan’s. N. Saniti looks none-too-pleased that his lid has been removed. Once more, the two land a collar-and-elbow tie-up. This time, Nathan wastes no time twisting N. Saniti’s arm behind his back.

The power struggle resumes as Nathan attempts to lead his evil twin to the corner with the full length mirror. N. Saniti struggles against it, but Nathan has the leverage he needs to get N. Saniti nose-to-nose with his reflection in the mirror. Nathan pulls his opponent back with intentions of sending him through face first. Once reared back, N. Saniti takes advantage of the shift of leverage, scissoring Nathan’s waist with w sudden spin. CRASH! Nathan goes through another mirror! Buckland calls for the count.

N. Saniti = 2, Nathan Saniti = 0

N. Saniti wastes no time snatching up both his opponent and a larger chunk of glass. Droplets of blood are already appearing on Nathan’s forehead from the impact. But N. Saniti drives a knee deep into the small of Nathan’s back several times. Grabbing a handful of hair, N. Saniti runs the shard across Nathan’s forehead, opening him up a bit. Buckland begins to admonish N. Saniti, who reacts by standing upright and screaming at the zebra. Nathan winces in pain on the mat, his back in agony and face nearly covered in blood.

Anderson: Wow. This is getting brutal already. Parents, you might want to shield your kid’s eyes.

N. Saniti pulls Nathan to a standing position and whips him to the ropes. N. Saniti boots Nathan to the midsection, doubling him over and connecting with a sit-out power bomb. N. Saniti begins to hop around his fallen adversary, going for the March Hare Hop. Just as he springs into the air for the backflip, Nathan rolls out of the way, revealing a mirror in his place! N. Saniti crashes down on the mirror with his belly, shattering it. Melina adds the count!

N. Saniti = 2, Nathan Saniti = 1

N. Saniti writhes around on the mat, clutching his stomach. Nathan turns toward a pair of hand held mirrors. Snatching them in each hand, he spins on his nemesis. He yanks N. Saniti to a vertical base, whipping his towards the ropes. Stuffing the handle in his sleeve, Nathan strikes N. Saniti square on the noggin, taking him off his feet. Shards of glass go flying everywhere. Marcos calls it.

N. Saniti, = 2, Nathan Saniti = 2

Nathan begins to kneel down to gather his opponent, but his grip on the other mirror was too lax. N. Saniti disarms him of it, and brings it hard into Nathan’s face. Buckland sees the action.

N. Saniti = 3, Nathan Saniti = 2

Incensed, N. Saniti shoves Buckland out of the way, wielding a very ornate vanity mirror over his head as he approaches Nathan with malcontent. He brings the thing down hard, but Nathan disappears into the glass once again. The refs and audience look nearly as befuddled as N. Saniti. He twists the mirror to get a good look, but an arm reaches out, pulling his face to it, causing it to splinter away. A very confused Buckland calls it.

N. Saniti = 3, Nathan Saniti = 3

Andrews: Nathan emerges from a larger mirror placed on the floor.

Anderson: Wait! That’s not Nathan! That’s a midget dressed like Nathan!

The miniscule version of the Mystical Madman slides into the ring, delivering a low blow and a kick to the shin of N. Saniti for good measure before vanishing into a more aptly sized mirror at the other end of the ring. N. Saniti grabs the reflector, shaking it madly. A tiny arm extends from the thing, two fingers outstretched, catching N. Saniti in the eyes. Bellowing in frustration, he sets the mirror on the turnbuckle as he tends his eyes, completely unaware that Nathan has resumed his presence from a mirror on the floor behind him. Nathan catches N. Saniti unawares, bouncing his head off of the decorated turnbuckle several times before the glass finally gives way. Melinda gives Nathan the lead.

N. Saniti = 3, Nathan Saniti = 4

Before Nathan can do too much celebrating, N. Saniti rakes the eyes. Nathan stumbles back as N. Saniti rolls out of the ring to grab another weapon. This time, he grabs a pair of purse-sized compacts. Hastily rolling back into the ring, N. Saniti rears back and sandwiches Nathan’s head, breaking both mirrors simultaneously! Marcos allows the two points.

Anderson: These two are gonna have an awful lot of bad luck after this match is done.

N. Saniti = 5, Nathan Saniti = 4

The wear and tear of the match is beginning to take its toll on the combatants. N. Saniti drives Nathan to the mat with a slam. Rolling his sleeve in the debris, N. Saniti rubs his forearm on Nathan’s face, opening more gashes. Nathan bucks his tormentor off, attempting to crawl out of the ring for a breather. N. Saniti makes a jump at Nathan’s ankle, but he’s too late. Nathan slides out to catch his energy. N. Saniti rolls out of the ring to try and catch his opponent off guard, but Nathan disappears into another mirror before he can get there.

Andrews: My head hurts trying to keep up with this match.

Anderson: LOOK! ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE RING! It’s another Saniti! This one looks like he’s almost straight out of a Picasso painting.

Andrews: Ace? You and culture? Who knew?

Anderson: Shaddap.

The off-putting rendition crouches behind the stairs. N. Saniti searches for his adversary. Just as he spins around, the surreal Saniti pounces with a flying head scissors sending N. Saniti into the barricade before making himself scarce through another mirror. Nathan emerges right in front of a befuddled Melina, bowing gracefully before politely directing her out of harm’s way as he picks up a tractor trailer’s side mirror. He tosses it into the ring, and does the same with N. Saniti, rolling in afterwards. Nathan climbs the turnbuckles waiting for his doppelganger to rise to his feet. N. Saniti stands only to be knocked for a loop with a Will-o-the-wisp! Nathan gets to his feet, holding the truck mirror. N. Saniti roils to his feet. Nathan fits his double with the device, shimmering shrapnel flying away. Buckland brings it to a tie once again.

N. Saniti = 5, Nathan Saniti = 5

Nathan wastes no time in retreating to the outside for another pair of hand held mirrors. As he climbs back into the ring, N. Saniti dislodges one of the mirrors from Nathan’s hand. Now, each combatant has one. As if in perfect reflection of each other, each hauls away with a thunderous slap of glass on the other! Both mirrors broke! Both men collapse to the mat from the impact.

N. Saniti = 6, Nathan Saniti = 6

Suddenly, the mysterious black and white man from before charges the ring with the final mirror. It’s an ornate wrought iron full length mirror. He slides the rather nasty looking weapon into the ring, pounding the mat and screaming for N. Saniti to get up. Both men begin to stir at the commotion, but N. Saniti is the first to his feet. N. Saniti catches Nathan between his legs for another power bomb.

Andrews: Nathan flipped over N. Saniti!

Anderson: UNREALITY CHECK OUT OF NOWHERE! NATHAN SANITI JUST LAMBASTED N. SANITI WITH AN UNREALITY CHECK ONTO THE MIRROR!

Buckland checks the mirror. He signals for the bell! This match is over!

Ladies and gentlemen .... your winner ... NATHANNNNNNNNNN SANITIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!

Winner: Nathan Saniti

Buckland raises Nathan Saniti’s hand, but Nathan doesn’t celebrate for long. He rolls out, reaching underneath the ring and pulling out yet another mirror that is already cracked. He slides the decoration into the ring, holding his opponent’s head above the original point of the spider-webbed glass. A drop of blood falls to the surface, seemingly healing the trashed complexion of the mirror. As more blood drips onto the shiny façade, a shimmering hand reaches up, grabbing N. Saniti by the throat, powerfully tugging him towards the plane within the frame. Nathan releases his hold, watching with interest as N. Saniti screams and struggles against the unseen force. With one last mighty tug, it yanks N. Saniti into the mirror, shattering into millions of tiny bits as he disappears. Nathan dusts some of the pieces off, and then raises his arms in the air. The crowd rejoices as their hero revels in his hard-fought victory, but for right now it’s time to go backstage!

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We go backstage where Patrick Gregory Brooks stands by with Kassandra Black. He’s smiling from ear to ear, looking absolutely svelte on the biggest evening of the year. Isabella Alexis standing close by along with his heads of security ‘Big’ Dave and ‘Double D’, he’s feeling quite pleased with himself as Kassandra begins to speak.

‘Mr. President. It’s here, Mass Destruction IV. We’ve just seen an amazing matchup between Nathan Saniti and ... himself, I guess? ... What else can we expect here tonight?’ The Commander-in-Chief of PCW looking to Isabella, she shakes her head a little bit and Brooks turns his attention back to Kassandra. ‘Kassandra, what you can EXPECT is the finest action in the WORLD. What you can expect is the most action, the most talented athletes and the toughest competition anywhere in the world.’

Kassandra’s nodding right along with Brooks as he finishes his cliche remarks and Kassandra smirks as she responds quickly. ‘We saw last week the super-duper secret clandestine meeting you had that included Anson and his companion Suende. What was THAT all about, Mr. President? There were a number of nameless attendees, can you give us something about that?’

Brooks’ face morphs into one of surprise, quiet surprise. He looks back to Isabella who makes a subtle throat slashing motion, with Brooks shaking his head at the idea. She shakes her head and covers her face lightly as Brooks speaks. ‘First off ... those were weather balloons. Unidentified Wrestling Objects are nothing more than conspiracy theorists spinning their tires. But the PCW management has NO COMMENT on UWOs. Can we get back to the evening ahead?’

‘Of course. Mr. President, A LOT of people were unhappy with your decision to include Andy D in the Main Event here tonight. Some detractors have claimed that by you naming Andy D to this match, you basically rendered useless the stipulation of number one contendership at Trauma 151. Care to comment?’ He smiles and nods, already expecting this sort of question to be presented to him.

‘Kassandra, you have to understand. As PCW’s commander-in-chief, I have many people to answer to. But the most powerful of my bosses are the FANS. It’s simple: Andy D deserves his rematch from Hostile Takeover IV. He hadn’t been granted one and ON TOP of that, he put on such a valiant display at our last Trauma that it seemed only right to give him a well-deserved shot. Besides ... who here in the audience WOULDN’T want to see Andy against Whitey against Eira?’ He cups his hand around an ear and listens. Even though he hears nothing ...

... the live crowd in attendance erupts in support of the choice.

‘Now Kassandra, I have some things to take care of so if you’ll excuse me I’m afraid this meeting is adjourned.’

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Match Two

Genesis Championship Tag Team Match (Pinfall scores the Genesis Championship)

The Flying Freebooters vs. 'Dollface' Kelli Starr and Justin 'Stormm' Michaels (Champion)

Referee: Eric Russo

Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is a tag team match for the PCW Genesis Championship! The competitor who scores the pinfall in this match will be crowned the champion!

The arena goes dark as the heavy riffs of Amon Amarth’s “With Odin On Our Side” hits the arena in full force. Suddenly a light shines from behind, illuminating two men. They continue on in the dark, the light following them.

Introducing first weighing in at a combined weight of three hundred and seventy pounds and hailing from Toronto, Canada .... High Tide and Wasp ... The Flyiiiiiiiiiiing Freebooterrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrs!

The crowd boos as they are announced and the lights slowly begin to come back up. Tide and Wasp are OBVIOUSLY not on the same page here tonight. To be fair, the ONLY reason why they have been forced to team together is through the decree of Patrick Gregory Brooks. Feeling that the pair have given Kelli Starr enough trouble lately, she deserves her chance at redemption. PLUS, adding to that High Tide’s contendership to the Genesis Championship .... well, why not make it a Genesis tag team affair?

As Tide hits the ring, the crowd boos heartily ... but when WASP hits the ring? The crowd lights up, showering the man with an unusual amount of favor. The sentiment is not lost on the veteran as he hops to the second turnbuckle nearest him and hypes the crowd up. They’re on their feet for him as

... the rapid harpsichord music sounds over the PCW loudspeakers, interrupting Amon Amarth. All the arena lights go out save for delicately strobing green lights at the stage area. “Syringe” by Emilie Autumn plays.

And their opponents!  Introducing first ...

Increasing in tempo with the music, they light up a single female figure standing at the top of the ramp. With the heavy pulse of the bass kicking in, multicolored lights begin to flicker and strobe in a rainbow of chaos as Dollface makes her energetic way to the ring. She slips under the bottom rope into the ring as the frenetic rave-like lighting continues, dancing in the ring as she waits for the match to start.

She is a former Genesis Champion, North American Champion and runner-up in the current Icemann Invitational Tournament ...


... KELLIIIIIIIIIIIIII STARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

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!"

And introducing her partner ... he is the CURRENT PCW Genesis Champion....

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!"

... from Kansas City, Kansas; weighing in at two hundred and fifty-two pounds...

Having made it to ringside, Stormm hops up onto the apron and climbs through the ropes before motioning to the crowd once more.

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

THE Force of Nature... JUSTIN "STORMM" MICHAELS!

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.

The referee holds up the PCW Genesis Championship. Wasp and Stormm take their places on the apron and the bell rings.

Jerry: Here we go, ladies and gentlemen!

Ace: Let’s get it on! Genesis title on the line!

Starr and Tide circle each other.

Jerry: Kelli Starr is looking to get some revenge on the Freebooters here tonight!

Ace: That’s true, but she can’t let herself get distracted and lose focus. This is a big match with a title on the line!

Jerry: That’s very true!

The two competitors lock up. Kelli grabs High Tide and she Irish whips him into the corner. As he rebounds out of the corner, she charges at him and hits him with a running clothesline. Starr pulls him up but Tide drives his elbow into her stomach. With her doubled over, Tide stands up and grabs her in a headlock. He then DDTs her down to the mat hard.

Jerry: Ouch! That looks like it hurt!

Tide pulls Starr up now and he sets her up. He then drops her down to the mat with a snap suplex. Tide quickly goes for the cover, but Kelli Starr kicks out at one.

Jerry: Way too early!

Ace: But every time your opponent has to kick out, they have to use a bit more energy. That’s important to remember.

Tide pulls Kelli up once more. Suddenly, Kelli drives her palm into Tide’s throat, hitting him with a throat strike. High Tide is reeling now. Kelli charges at him, hitting him with a double leg takedown! She then pulls him up and drops him down to the mat with a reverse Russian leg sweep! High Tide is lifeless on the canvas now.

Jerry: BOOM!

Kelli Starr stands up and she looks down at her fallen rival.

Ace: I would have thought Kelli would go for a cover after hitting a big move like that.

Jerry: That could be a big mistake!

Kelli Starr now walks over to her corner and she tags in Justin Michaels.

Jerry: The champ getting into this match now!

Ace: He’s at a big disadvantage in this match as he doesn’t have to be pinned to lose his title. Let’s see how he reacts.

Stormm enters the ring and he pulls Tide to his feet. He then throws him across the ring with a belly-to-belly suplex! Tide staggers up to his feet, but Storm charges at him. Tide moves out of the way and Justin Michaels hits the turnbuckle. High Tide now hits him with a dropkick to the back that leaves Stormm slumped down in the corner. High Tide now tags in Wasp.

Jerry: A tag is made and here comes Wasp!

Wasp steps into the ring as Stormm is getting back up to his feet. The two men pause for a moment and then lock up. Michaels backs Wasp up into the corner and the referee calls for a clean break. He gets it. Wasp now charges out of the corner and hits Stormm with a full body flying tackle, sending both men down to the mat.
Jerry: Great move!

Wasp now mounts Justin Michaels and he starts to unload on him with a series of punches. Stormm gets his hands up to block the attacks. He then powers his way out and reverses positions. Now Justin Michaels is on top of Wasp and he drives his forearm into Wasp’s face several times. Stormm stands up now, pulls Wasp up and he drops him down to the mat with a double arm underhook suplex. Justin Michaels now makes it over to his corner and he tags Kelli Starr back into the match.

Jerry: Kelli Starr back in it now!

Starr runs into the ring as Wasp is standing up. Just as he gets to his feet, she hits him with a spinning backfist to the face!

Jerry: The Candygram! This could be it! We’ll have a new Genesis Champion!

Kelli Starr doesn’t go for the cover however! Instead, she tags Justin Michaels back into the ring.

Jerry: What is Kelli Starr doing!?

Ace: Doesn’t she want the title!?

Stormm hesitates for a moment, seeming a bit confused, but then he re-enters the match. Wasp is still down from the Candygram as Stormm goes for the cover:

1....

2....

Jerry: Kickout!

Ace: Wasp had time to recover in between getting hit with that Candygram and getting pinned.

Stormm pulls Wasp up and he Irish whips him across the ring. As Wasp bounces back off of the ropes, Stormm sends him down to the mat with a clothesline. Stormm pulls Wasp back up and he sets him up for a suplex. Wasp, however, manages to drop down behind Justin Michaels and he leaps up and hits Stormm with a dropkick to the back. Wasp then rushes over to his corner and he tags in High Tide.

Jerry: Wasp really needed that tag!

Tide steps into the ring and him and Michaels lock up. Stormm gets the upper hand and he drives his elbow into the side of High Tide’s head. With Tide staggered, Stormm positions himself behind him. He wraps his left arm around High Tide's neck, and leans him backwards. From there, Stormm grabs a hold of Tide's tights with his free right hand and lifts him off of the ground. Stormm then falls backwards, bringing Tide with him, and he plants High Tide's head and neck onto the mat.

Jerry: Hangcloud DDT!!!

Justin Michaels then pulls High Tide up, sets him up and drops him down to the mat with the Force of Nature!

Jerry: FORCE OF NATURE!

Ace: That’s gotta be it right there!

Stormm goes for the pin:

1....

2....

3!!!

Your winners, the retaining Genesis Champion Justin Michaels and Kelliiiiiiiiii Starrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!

Winners: Kelli Starr and Justin Michaels

As Michaels retrieves his belt, Kelli smiles and nods as Stormm takes his belt once again ... just glad she’s nowhere NEAR having to shoulder the thing. She’s clapping for him with a smile before hopping onto the turnbuckle and throwing her multicolor-nailed fist towards the crowd who reciprocate with great affection and cheers. The Freebooters are collecting themselves off to the side of the ring when ...

... a spotlight shines at the top of the entrance way. And there he stands, the Head Honcho himself.

Patrick Gregory Brooks.

He’s clapping enthusiastically at the display of athleticism in the ring before him. He’s got a microphone in hand, so the clapping is also serving as a means to settle down the crowd in attendance. ‘Congratulations Stormm, on a very hard-fought title defense. Kelli, your work as well was outstanding. Well done!’ The crowd is chanting Stormm and Starr in dueling chants, but Brooks settles them down quickly before they can take over once more. ‘But ... Kelli, a quick question. I notice that you weren’t reaaaaaaaaaaaaaally trying to win the match. I mean, you had the chance to win a few times but just didn’t pull the trigger.’

Kelli looks a bit sheepish at the boss’ observant eye, but says nothing in defense or protest as he continues. ‘Do you really NOT want to challenge for the Genesis championship? Is it really a black hole championship to you?’ Brooks is looking slightly agitated at the idea, that the prestigious Genesis championship has lost even a LITTLE luster. ‘Well you know, the Genesis belt has had an amazing ... VERY storied history. The winds, however, seem to be shifting into a NEW direction. And that’s what Genesis is all ABOUT.  That's why I’m out here tonight.’

The lights dim with only the spotlight on the ring and on Patrick Gregory Brooks.

‘WELCOME .... TO THE UNDERGROUND.’

With that bold, cryptic proclamation, a line of people begin walking from the entrance of the ramp. Slowly, the single spotlights turn into EIGHT spotlights ... each on a different person with Brooks standing down the ramp from the emerging figures. Some of them you may recognize:

Cory Steel.

Anson with Suende by his side.

Tyrone Smith.

The others, however, are completely NEW faces. A petite, slender young woman. Unblemished but absolute stone-cold features shine under the brilliant lights, Gem stares directly at the ring before her. A rather pleased looking gentleman with a shock of blond hair ... arms outstretched and soaking up the attention, Damian Belmont is taking this opportunity for all its’ worth and is HUNGRY to get started. A scruffy, ragged looking individual that would almost pass for Non Compos Mentis under the right lighting ... DONZIG is no imitator and is ready to start cracking skulls. And finally, long haired and a narrow face with a gaze that seems to pierce each and every soul in attendance, Desmond Schon has nothing but pure malice on his mind.

The crowd takes in these new and returning faces with confusion before Brooks takes to the microphone again to clarify.

‘The Underground is what the Genesis division has BECOME. A black hole. A pit. Lawless and wild. Kelli, you are entirely right. With all these new faces just iiiiiiiiiitching to make names for themselves, why not give them a chance to do so? Maybe they’re not looking for class or prestige, maybe they just want to FIGHT. And not as a team. These people have their OWN agendas. So by executive order, I am naming Justin Michaels the LAST Genesis champion and the FIRST of TWO contenders for the eventual Underground Championship. The second? We’ll be deciding that soon enough. The only laws here? Pin or submit.’

The crowd is dead silent. PCW ...

... a PCW Hardcore-style division?!

The crowd explodes into cheers, realizing that some of their more primal desires for carnage and brutality may finally be met! And under the PCW banner?! O Holy Night! ‘Right now though, we’re going to give the crowd a little ... 3 minute sneak peek.’ Waving the lined up forces to march on, only one or two of them head to the ring while the OTHERS begin fighting right there on the ramp way. Eventually, EVERYone spills to the ring and brings MASS DESTRUCTION (see what I did there?) to anything that gets in their way.

Desmond Schon and Donzig hit the ring and meet face-to-face with Kelli Starr, Stormm and the Freebooters who have since recovered from their match. Kelli closest to the ropes, she wisely escapes and makes her way to the crowd ... but not before tripping the Freebooters in the ring and leaving them to deal with Donzig and Desmond Schon.

Gem and Crazy Boy trading shots with each other, very precise strikes from the outsized Gem ... with Anson and Cory Steel doing some serious scrapping on the outside of the ring near the announce table. Even Ace Anderson is wise enough to bail for the moment. Jerry and Ace high-tailing it to a safer location, Stormm is just staring across the ring at Damian Belmont ... who hasn’t made a move towards ANYone, nor has anyone made a move towards HIM. It’s quite eerie, but with the chaos swirling around ... it’s very possible that no one else has really noticed.

The crowd is kicking up a ‘This is Awesome!’ chant just as security finally comes down to clear the ring area out. The security team is having a HELL of a time getting everything under control and seems like it could take a couple minutes, so we go to ...

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IT

A shot of LoKi being pinned by Ace Anderson.

IS

Murdoc refusing to submit to Mike Park with the World Championship on the line.

BACK.

Kelli Starr hoisting Ace Anderson up from the turnbuckles into a beautiful German Suplex.





The Icemann Invitational Tournament.



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[Murdoc]

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Match Three

North American #1 Contendership Rematch

Rick Majors vs. Tyler 'The British Lion' Scott

Referee: Manny Cruz

The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is to name the number-one contender to the PCW North American Championship!

As the fans cheer, the lights abruptly go out. This causes even more wild cheers from the crowd.

Jerry Andrews: For all you viewers at home, I do not think words can describe what the atmosphere in the Pure Class Arena is like right now.

Ace Anderson: ...And it's been like this all night! Nothing gives you the sense of amazement like a Mass Destruction crowd!

Ace and Jerry are suddenly interrupted by the sound of guitars piercing through the silence, as a lone spotlight shines on the entrance. This does nothing more than to rile the crowd up even more. As the guitars get louder, Rick Majors steps out onto the entranceway, the spotlight shining directly on him and showing his commemorative Mass Destruction IV T-shirt. Majors passively looks into the crowd before lowering his head. As he takes a deep breath, still looking at the entranceway, the vocals of “Demons” by Sleigh Bells kicks in.

[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

Demons
Come on
You've got a vision
You're on a mission

Demons
Live on
And when I die, hang me high]

Making his entrance first...weighing in at two-hundred and twenty-seven pounds and standing six feet, one inch tall...

Majors finally lifts his head up, once again looking into the crowd.

...from Toronto, Ontario, Canada...Rick...MAJORS!

Rick Majors slowly begins his descent down the entranceway towards the ring, the spotlight following him with every step.

Ace Anderson: Majors looking as indifferent as always.

Jerry Andrews: It's no hidden fact that Rick Majors, well, has a lot going on in his personal life and he has never been the same since the injury he sustained in the former No Limits Championship Wrestling organization.

Ace Anderson: It wasn't just the injury he suffered, but the accident his wife had suffered that really took a toll on the former impactful superstar. He's mental state has clearly been deteriorating ever since he returned to wrestling.

Jerry Andrews: If he could just get his head in the game tonight and defeat a man he helped come up in this sport, it might be the PCW career-defining moment he needs to really bring him back to his former glory.

Ace Anderson: I want to correct you right there, Jerry. It's a common misconception that Rick had helped train Tyler. I heard it from The British Lion's mouth directly that Rick had very little with training Tyler during his younger days in the NLCW. At best, Rick was a fan of Scott's who gave unwanted advice.

Jerry Andrews: Whatever the case may be, these two have a long history with one another. I'm sure they're going to have to pull out all the stops for this one.

Rick takes his time when he finally reaches, then climbs, the ring steps. Rick pauses while standing on the apron and looks out into the crowd.

[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]

Majors enters the ring, the lights in the arena still down; all except the lone spotlight that continues to shine on Rick. Rick slowly starts to circle the ring, stretching and loosening up his body. Without warning, the spotlight flickers out, leaving the arena encased in total darkness. All this going on while “Demons” continues to play.

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

And you will answer to no one else but me]

Abruptly, “Demons” by Sleigh Bells cuts out, replaced by...

[Can you feel it coming?

Can you feel it coming?]

...The arena lights illuminate once again, in a bright flash, then trickles to complete darkness. The lights then begin to flicker dimly.

Move back this wrecking ball,
Rips through the blackest hole,
Violence is coming. It's coming. It's coming]

From behind the entrance curtain, to Kasabian's “Switchblade Smiles,” steps the former “British Commonwealth” Champion Tyler Scott.

Jerry Andrews: Tyler's looking as steely and focused as ever.

Tyler takes just a moment to adjust the strapping around his wrists. With a quick turn of the wrist and a crack of his knuckles, Tyler begins his way down the aisle.

...Now making his way to the ring...standing six feet, one inch and weighing in at two-hundred and thirty pounds...from London, England...The British Lion...TYLER SCOTT!

Ace Anderson: It's ironic that this match is to name the number-one contender to the North American Championship and not the International Championship.

Jerry Andrews: Why's that?

Ace Anderson: Because Scott's from London and Rick's from Canada.

Jerry Andrews: Ace, I know you've been hit in the head a few times, but Canada IS a part of North America, ya know.

Ace Anderson: Of course I knew that. Look at that, Jerry...

Jerry Andrews: At what?

Ace Anderson: ...An obvious distraction...

Tyler Scott is now at the foot of the ring steps, and mouths off to Majors, “You'll never be as good as you use to be.”

Jerry Andrews: Scott telling Majors exactly what he thinks of him.

Ace Anderson: I can't say I disagree with him. Majors has done very little in his PCW career. For as good and talented as the guy is, and he is, he doesn't show that drive that he use to.

Jerry Andrews: And this may be his very chance to regain that passion he once had for the sport.

Ace Anderson: For his safety and sanity, I hope you're right.

Tyler climbs up the ring steps and quickly steps through the ring ropes. As he walks to the center of the ring, the arena lights begin to light up- section by section- as Scott raising his arms, garnering even more heat from this rabid crowd. Tyler turns to look at Majors and begins mouthing off again.

Rick, I just want you to remember...I will be the architect of your downfOOMPH...

...Majors has had enough, and he charges at The British Lion before he can finish his sentence and nails him with a flying forearm. Referee Manny Cruz swiftly moves out of the way and signals for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

Majors doesn't let up, staying on Scott as he pummels away. Scott tries rolling back and forth to shake Majors off, but to no avail. Finally, Scott puts up his arms and begins to try and protect himself as the fans go nuts.

Jerry Andrews: Scott tried to get away there, but all he can do is protect himself from this flurry of offense from Rick Majors.

Ace Anderson: Majors said the time was done talking and manned up and went right after Scott there. I can respect that.

Satisfied with the attack, Majors picks Scott up and whips him into the ropes. Instead of bouncing back towards a waiting Majors, Scott is able to wrap his arms into the ropes to stop his momentum. Majors missing a roundhouse kick in the process. Tyler quickly retreats to the outside of the ring to regroup.

Ace Anderson: Smart by Scott to get out of the ring on that one. If Majors had hit him with that kick, this one might have been over already.

Holding his jaw with his right hand, Scott tries to shake off the attack, rotating his left arm. Inside the ring, Majors walks over to the ropes and holds it open for Scott, daring him to get back into the ring.

Ace Anderson: Passion, Jerry. I've said it all along, passion. Rick is clearly showing some competitive spirit tonight.

Wisely, Scott doesn't take Majors up on his offer and instead walks over to the nearest ring steps and slowly and cautiously climbs up them, never taking his eyes off Majors the entire time. Manny Cruz ushers Rick back so to allow Tyler the chance to enter the ring and continue the contest. Rick follows instruction and Tyler re-enters the ring. Manny signals to the competitors to begin and they go into a collar-elbow tie-up. Before any sort of show of strength or position occurs, The British Lion breaks it off and rakes the eyes of Rick Majors.)

Jerry Andrews: What a cheap shot.

Ace Anderson: But effective.

As Majors backs off, Scott follows up with a few shots to the body. Rick continues to backpedal until his back is against the ropes. Tyler continues his attack, throwing stomps into the picture as well; he eventually kicks Majors right through the ropes and Majors falls to the floor.

Jerry Andrews: Hard fall by Majors there.

Ace Anderson: I can tell you from first-hand experience, that hurts.

Inside the ring, Tyler walks closer to the ropes and screams out to Majors that he's a “has been.” Majors springs to his feet though and pulls Scott underneath the bottom rope by the legs. A side kick to the gut sends Tyler hunching and stumbling backwards. Majors grabs Tyler and drives a knee right into the midsection. He follows the knee up by grabbing Tyler by the head and attempting to whip him into the guardrail, but Scott reverses it and catches Majors in a short-arm clothesline.

Jerry Andrews: Very nice reversal.

Ace Anderson: I wonder if the fans are going to give Majors the credit of training that to Scott too.

Scott gets himself back up and begins to rip up the padding outside of the ring, exposing a hard, concrete floor. Tyler doesn't get to use the exposed floor however, seeing Majors starting to stir and choosing to get into the ring instead; Majors is not far behind him. As Majors gets to his feet, Scott is there and catches him in a belly-to-belly suplex. Scott is back up and grabs Rick and brings him closer to the ropes. Scott begins to choke Majors with the top-rope, and Manny quickly administers the five-count to break the hold.

Jerry Andrews: Come on ref, get him off him.

Ace Anderson: He has til five, Jerry!

Scott waits to four and three-fourths before releasing his grip on Rick. Grinning towards the crowd, Tyler raises his arms and taunts to the crowd, “He can't beat me.” Scott walks back over to Rick, who is now in the corner and begins paint-brushing him.

Yeh're a has been, old man.

Jerry Andrews: Tyler has no respect for this legend.

Ace Anderson: Legend? At best, he's notable. His tenure and accomplishments in anywhere other than PCW has meant, and continues to mean, absolutely nothing....

A few more slaps to the face, and Scott positions Rick with his chest out and his arms hanging onto the ropes.

Ace Anderson: ...I'm a legend. Grimm's a legend. Lantlas is a legend. Non Compos Mentis is a legend. Rick Majors is a nothing. But a win here tonight, if he can get past The British Lion, could be the start of something. I just don't think Majors has what it takes to be a champion anymore.

Jerry Andrews: I'm sorry, but I beg to differ.

Ace Anderson: Then beg away. Tyler Scott sure isn't.

Tyler motions to the crowd to be silent and then gives a hard knife-edge chop. Unsatisfied, Tyler rips off Majors's shirt, exposing his chest, and delivers another knife-edge chop. Majors instinctively covers up, the welting on his chest becoming noticeable right away.

Ace Anderson: Chops like those are reasons I'm glad I'm retired.

Backing up, Tyler stops and then charges back at Majors in the corner. Majors sidesteps Tyler, and using Tyler's own momentum to guide him, slams him shoulder first into the turnbuckle. Hanging there for a moment, the camera gets a good look at Tyler's face full of anguish. Tyler pulls himself out of the corner, but Majors turns him and puts him right back in. Majors then begins to unleash a barrage of kicks to the body of Tyler. So many kicks are a part of this flurry that the fans who attempted to count along stopped at fifteen in a span of about seven seconds.

Jerry Andrews: Fury Unleashed! Fury Unleashed!

After what seemed like an eternity, and upward of fifty kicks later, Majors is finally done. Rick backs up for a moment to admire his hand footy-work. The crowd is totally engaged for this match, now chanting, “THIS IS AWESOME,” and following along with claps.

Jerry Andrews: The fans are certainly appreciating this action.

And then it happens. For what may be the first time in months, Rick Majors cracks a smile. The teeniest, tiniest smile, but a smile nevertheless.

Jerry Andrews: Did my eyes deceive me? Was there a smile on Rick Majors's face?

Ace Anderson: I...no...that can't be right.

Jerry Andrews: I believe we may have just seen Rick Majors smile, folks.

Ace Anderson: That can't be right. Rick Majors doesn't smile. It had to be a momentary twitch; has to be.

The moment can't be dissected any longer because when Tyler Scott finally comes out of the corner, Rick hits him with Tainted Excellence. As Scott goes down, Rick instinctively makes the pin attempt. As the crowd counts with Manny Cruz, Tyler Scott JUST kicks out at two.

Jerry Andrews: That was the first pinfall of this match. Looks as if these two finally realize there's a prize at stake here.

Rick lifts Tyler Scott off the mat and tosses him hard outside. Tyler lands on the exposed concrete floor from earlier in the match. Rick takes a second to look out onto Scott before stepping through the ropes and standing on the apron. Manny Cruz begins talking to Majors, to try and get him back in the ring, but Majors is lost in a trance, looking out into the crowd.

Ace Anderson: You may want to make sure your DVRs are set. Because if he's going to do...

Majors breaks from his gaze and looks back down at Scott.

Ace Anderson: ...what I think he's going to do...

Without any further hesitation, Majors leaps off the apron towards Tyler Scott. What Rick Majors was aiming for is unknown because he crashes and burns onto the hard concrete that was exposed earlier in the evening due to...

Jerry Andrews: Tyler rolls out the way!

Ace Anderson: That was a brutal fall.

... that. Manny Cruz slides out of the ring and immediately rushes to check on Majors.

A split-screen replay of Rick leaping and hitting the ground makes it appear that Rick may have been going for a diving elbow drop. The split-screen cuts and we see Manny Cruz still checking on Majors.

Jerry Andrews: I really hope Majors is alright.

Getting back up to his feet, Tyler shoves Manny out of the way and picks Majors up. A quick Snap Suplex delivered by Scott onto Majors drives Rick back into the hard concrete. Manny Cruz admonishes Tyler for putting his hand on him and then tells him to get into the ring. Tyler obliges by slowly climbing the ring steps and through the bottom rope. Once back in the ring, Manny Cruz re-enters as well, and after backing Tyler off, begins the mandatory ten-count.

Ace Anderson: Very smart. Tyler does not have to win this one by pinfall or submission to become the number-one contender to the North American Championship. A count-out will work just as well.

When Cruz's count reaches two, a couple of fans at ringside can be heard urging Rick to get up, but Rick is unresponsive.

Jerry Andrews: The fans have been supporting Majors all night.

Ace Anderson: Support doesn't win matches, Jerry. Skill, athleticism, smarts, and a bit of luck can go a long way. And right now, Majors isn't showing none.

Cruz's count is now up to five, but he, as well as the viewers from home, don't see that Tyler has abandoned his post in the middle of the ring and is now climbing the turnbuckle. Finally, the camera catches Tyler on the top rope, showing the viewers at home what the commotion in the arena was just caused by.

Jerry Andrews: Scott is on the top rope! What's he gonna do up there?

Ace Anderson: Something very stupid if you ask me.

Tyler screams out to the crowd and the camera, “I'll show yeh how its done, ye cunt.” As Cruz counts to eight, oblivious of Scott's intentions, The British Lion leaps off the top turnbuckle post with a beautiful swan dive headbutt.

But just as Scott had done moments earlier, Rick Majors instinctively rolls out of the way. Tyler lands face first into the concrete floor; blood immediately pouring out of Tyler's head. The fans are silenced with shock. Manny Cruz hops out the ring, this time to check on Tyler.

Jerry Andrews: *somberly* I REALLY hope Tyler Scott is okay.

Slowly, Rick Majors returns to his feet, the wear and tear of the match being evident. Rick looks down at Scott, the fire that was in his eyes earlier in the evening replaced with one of concern. Rick reaches down and tiredly lifts Tyler onto his feet and rolls him into the ring. Tyler rolls towards the center as Rick slides in underneath the bottom rope. With empathy in his eyes, Rick pins Tyler Scott, Manny Cruz, back in the ring, makes the count.

Jerry Andrews: This one's over, folks.

Ace Anderson: Majors showed a classy move bringing Scott back into the ring, rather than to let him drown in his own blood on the ring floor.

But, surprising everyone, Tyler Scott kicks out just a millisecond before Cruz's hand hits the mat for the third time.

Jerry Andrews: TYLER KICKED OUT! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!

Rick Majors is surprised by Scott kicking out but quickly goes back for the pinfall. Once again, Scott kicks out at two.

Ace Anderson: Tyler is showing the heart of a lion tonight.

Jerry Andrews: They both are, Ace. That's what being the number-one contender means to them.

Ace Anderson: I think it's more than that, Jerry. When you're digging this far down to win, you're doing it for more than accolades and accomplishments and title shots- you're doing this for pride.

Not sure what to do next, Majors just sits on the mat, catching his breath while Tyler begins to stir. Tyler begins to pull himself up by the ropes, his face a crimson mask because of the blood gushing from his forehead.

Ace Anderson: Tyler's definitely going to need stitches to close that wound.

Jerry Andrews: I'm surprised he's even getting to his feet at all.

Rick, seeing Tyler pulled back up by the ropes, rolls onto his knees. A big, deep breath is taken and then Majors returns to his feet. The crowd is now chanting, “P-C-W! P-C-W! P-C-W!”

Jerry Andrews: The fans telling everyone watching around the world exactly what they can expect out of the Pure Class Wrestling roster. With every inch of their being, they will fight.

With both men standing, they tiredly drag themselves to the center of the ring. Once at the center, the two without hesitation begin punching one another. Perhaps surprisingly to some, Tyler Scott actually gets the upperhand, With Rick Majors wobbling, Tyler Scott stops and bounces against the ropes. The fans can feel what's about to happen as their anticipation mounts.

Running forward, Tyler slides underneath Majors's legs and catches the ankles of Majors as he does so. This causes Majors to trip up and Rick Majors lands face first onto the mat.

Ace Anderson: There it is. The Slide Under Face Buster.

Hanging onto the ankle, Tyler wastes no time applying the Reverse Heel Hook onto Majors. Without hesitation, Majors screams out in intense pain. Cruz is right there and asking Majors whether he wants to give up or not, but Majors cannot answer...just scream out in pain.

Ace Anderson: Now this one's over. That Reverse Heel Hook is some serious business. If Majors doesn't tap-out, he won't be walking out of this one.

But there is no quit in Majors. Not yet at least. With all the strength he can muster, he slides both himself and Scott close enough to the ropes that Majors is able to grab the bottom rope. Manny Cruz tells Scott to break, and shockingly, Scott breaks cleanly.

Jerry Andrews: Good sportsmanship now from these two. Scott may have regained his respect for Rick.

Ace Anderson: That very well may be. But even so, I'm very surprised Tyler broke cleanly there. Remember, he didn't have to release the hold until the five-count.

Scott, face still bloodied, smirks as Majors pulls himself back up again. As Majors walks closer to Scott, Scott grabs him in the underarm set-up of the STO. Saying it loud enough that the viewers at home can hear it, Scott brings Majors close to him and says, “You're done, Majors.” But Majors is not done. With his free arm, he reaches for and pries into the open wound on Scott's forehead with his fingers. Scott screams out in pain and releases his grasp onto Majors. And that's when Majors nails a double underhook, high angle DDT.

Jerry Andrews: MAJOR IMPACT! MAJOR IMPACT! MAJOR IMPACT! Rick Majors just hit Scott with the Major Impact!

Rolling Scott over, Rick pins him. Cruz is right there in position and begins the count. The crowd counts along with it and three mat slaps later...

Jerry Andrews: It's over! Rick Majors has won!

And the winner of the match, and new number-one contender to the North American Championship...Rick...“The Impact”...MAJORS!

Winner and #1 Contender to the North American Championship: Rick Majors

[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

Demons
Come on
You've got a vision
You're on a mission

Demons
Live on
And when I die, hang me high]

“Demons” by Sleigh Bells blare throughout the arena as referee Manny Cruz raises Rick's hand in victory. Rick walks over to the middle turnbuckle, and raises his arm high in the air and lets out what can only be called satisfying yell. Jumping back down from the turnbuckle, gingerly due to the damage the Reverse Heel Hook had on him, Rick walks over to where Tyler is just coming to. Looking directly at Scott, Rick screams out, “I'm not dead yet,” before exiting the ring.

****

[Murdoc]

****

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Match Four

North American Championship 'Junkyard Brawl'

Murdoc (Champion) vs. Non Compos Mentis

Referee: Eddie Lane

Mark Long stands in the center of the ring with his mic, the crowd already cheering for the long awaited match. As the seconds drag into minutes, the crowd lapses into murmurs. A few scattered patches of applause, hoots and hollers break the relative hush; Long remaining silent as if waiting... for what?

Jerry Andrews: Is he gonna announce the match, or what?

With that, the PCWtron comes to life with footage from Trauma 151, Mr. President’s face flushed with anger and microphone in hand as his words ring out anew over the crowd.

‘NCM, you’ll get your showdown with Murdoc at Mass Destruction. And since there was no conclusive winner in the number one contender’s match for Murdoc’s title, I’ll even throw you a bone on that and name YOU the Number One contender at Mass Destruction only. At Mass Destruction, a new number one contender will be named. So you only have the one shot. There’s opportunity!’ The camera feed shifts to show NCM smiling and pointing with vile intent at Murdoc, standing arm-in-arm with a post-match Eira.

‘ ... but there will be no lax officiating. You want to let people fight, not follow the rules, make it no-disqualification? Well NCM, you’re going to get a taste of your own medicine. At Mass Destruction, you will face Murdoc in a ... JUNKYARD BRAWL! You want to have your hobo horde infiltrate my arena, you want to play without RULES?! YOU GOT IT, BUCKO!’ With those final words, the camera view shows Brooks throwing down the microphone and saluting all assembled as he makes his way backstage.

Jerry Andrews: The Junkyard Brawl. We knew that. Are they hyping?

Ace Anderson: You know, Jerry, I didn’t think PCW had any Junkyard Brawl matches. What are the rules?

Jerry Andrews: Mr. President said it himself. I don’t think there ARE any rules.

For your FOURTH match of the evening, ladies and gentlemen, the first of it’s kind ever seen in Pure Class Wrestling...

The PCWtron snaps back on, a rigged aerial camera panning over a large expanse of desolation. Several scattered piles of debris form a vague, ring-like clearing in the center of the zone. Heavy industrial floodlights glare out into the makeshift arena, casting strange and conflicting shadows on and around the small mountains of rubble and detritus.

For the North American Championship belt ... A JUNKYAAAARD BRAAAAWWWWWL! No disqualification, falls-count-anywhere, and no rules.

The camera flicks over to where Eddie Lane can be seen standing, wearing what appears to be black riot gear upon which strips of white reflective fabric have been stitched to mimic his normal referee’s uniform!

Referee Eddie Lane will be the only official present, and only to make a count, having been the only one to agree to officiate this match at double hazard pay!

Jerry Andrews: My God.

Ace Anderson: I’ve been in the ring with both those men - and that was with rules. I wouldn’t want to do it without the hazard pay, either.

The camera feed switches through several different angles, each showing an alternate view of the scene for a complete picture - it was clear that none of Pure Class Wrestling’s AVI staff had been able to be coaxed into being physically present for this match.

Now introducing, former World Champion, three-time former North American Champion, former Tag Team Champion with Ace Anderson (a pop from the crowd as Ace’s name is mentioned) and longest reigning North American Champion...

“SCUM OF…THE EARTH… COME ON!”

NON COMPOS MENNNTIIIIIIISSSS!!!

As the frenetic opening chords to Rob Zombie’s “Scum of the Earth” sound out of the arena sound system, the tron shifts to display ... a cell. As the picture auto-focuses, a large figure can be seen standing in the center of a makeshift cage of chain link fencing, a pulsating industrial grade green light shedding a plagued, distorted haze on the man within. Shaking lank hair back from his face, he screams at the fixed camera before dissolving into maniacal laughter, a rictus grin etched into his features.

And now, introducing former International Champion, former Tag Team champion with Pegasus (another crowd pop for fan beloved Pegasus), and YOUR current Pure Class Wrestling North American champion...

The eerily melodic overture of Audiomachine’s “Xerxes” winds through the atmosphere for only a few seconds before the powerful bass thumps into existence, filling the arena like a heartbeat.

MUURRRDOOOOOOOOC!!!

With the relentless, warlike sounds of “Xerxes” marching through the arena, the tron flickers open again to show another cell much like the first. The pulsating industrial grade light a glaring red, casting an infernal, hellish glow on the huge figure within. The camera feed begins to skitter and jump, Murdoc’s established difficulty with electronic broadcasts proving no different in this environment. As the mounted aerial cam does its established pattern, the long, dark hair shifts back from the metallic mask, and a pair of icy eyes meet the camera feed; just before the image strobes with a harsh screech of feedback before going abruptly dark.

Jerry Andrews: Technical difficulties?

Ace Anderson: Cameras tend to do that around him.

Jerry Andrews: Well, I hope it doesn’t interfere with the match.

The lights in the PCW arena dim down as the tron flares to life, two previously unnoticed, slightly smaller screens to either side also opening up. The main tron shows the overall junkyard grounds, while the two smaller screens seem devoted to tracking each competitor of the match. Nightmarish red and green lit images dominate the two screens, with Murdoc’s camera appearing to be functional again - for now.

The match will begin in five seconds. Counting down. Five.

A few voices in the crowd join in.

Four.

More voices now, the fans getting ready.

Three.

A solid two thirds of the PCW Faithful counting along with Mark now.

Two.

The entire arena caught up in the count, raring for the match to begin!

One! 

He points to the PCWtron, a klaxon ringing out through the audio feed, the sub-screens showing both colored lights simultaneously flashing to white, the grating sound of falling metal and a blur of movement from each screen as the captives make their escape! The main camera pulls back, showing Murdoc and NCM ... wait, what? Both men are using the landscape of junk as cover! In a deranged game of hide and seek, the two men circle around the clearing in the center of the maze, their individual cameras tracking their movements through the pathways formed by walls of rusted metal, splintering wood, and other debris.

Jerry Andrews: How are the cameras following them like that?

Ace Anderson: I’d imagine they’re crane mounted or similar, but remote operated by one of the AVI staff.

Jerry Andrews: All those extra fittings for sound, light, and picture, PLUS Eddie Lane’s hazard pay?

Ace Anderson: It’s Mass Destruction, Jerry! PCW owes it to the fans to deliver the best.

While NCM’s camera seems to be having trouble keeping up with the erratically moving superstar, the (slightly) more patient Murdoc crouches with his back to the mound behind him, head cocked as if listening for even the slightest noise.

*CRASH!* 

Jerry Andrews: What the hell was that?!

Ace Anderson: It’s... is it DARKER?

Hard to belive it possible on a night with such heavy cloud cover, without the moon or a single star visible in the sky, but sure enough the environment seems somehow darker than it had just a few moments ago.

*CRASH!*

Ace Anderson: NCM is destroying the lights!

Jerry Andrews: How are they going to navigate that in the dark?

Ace Anderson: NCM was on the streets - he might be used to it.

Jerry Andrews: What about Murdoc?

Ace Anderson: He better figure something out.

*CRASH!*

Ace Anderson: He’d better figure something out QUICK.

NCM’s camera shows a glimpse of a dark figure silhouetted against a floodlight, a large sledgehammer gripped in upheld fists!

*CRASH!*

One powerful swing from the madman followed by an almighty shriek of metal and the sound of breaking glass, the final of the area floodlights shatters in a shower of sparks! Murdoc’s now all-but-dark feed shows the North American Champion hunkered down further, the faint remaining light gleaming off the exposed muscles of his arms and metal of his mask.

*BOOM*

All at once, four heavy iron braziers on solid granite pillars burst into flame!

Jerry Andrews: Looks like the brass knew what might happen with those lights.

Ace Anderson: This is all starting to look really post apocalyptic.

Jerry Andrews: Can you think of two better superstars for a match like this?

Ace Anderson: Can’t say that I do, Jerry.

A roar of frustration can be heard over the feed, and NCM’s camera reflects the angry visage of its subject, his plan to plunge the battle area into darkness foiled by the forethought of someone in PCW staff. As the massive flames raise their black, inky smoke into the sky, the entire area is awash in the flickering orangey red light of pure fire. Murdoc wastes no time in pondering his change of circumstance, and instead goes tearing through the winding pathways at top speed, heedless of the refuse underfoot. Spotting the still-raging Non Compos Mentis, he lines himself up and takes the Born Psycho down with a running clothesline! NCM goes down hard, but not out, rolling away quickly to gain some ground and kipping up! The two men face each other in the narrow passageway, Murdoc’s weight shifting to the balls of his feet as he leans into another run at NCM! One mighty swing towards the jaw and - NCM dodges?! Returning fire with a powerful right hook of his own, NCM catches Murdoc on the chin, snapping the metal monster’s head back on his neck. Launching himself forward into a spear-like move, NCM rams into Murdoc with a shoulder, driving him down to the filthy ground below!

Ace Anderson: This is going to get ugly.

Jerry Andrews: Maybe a sniper should have been posted with tranquilizer darts to make sure no one gets killed.

NCM is quick to gain his feet, kicking at the pile of junk next to him, reaching down to pull out what looks like a car axle!? Murdoc rises to his feet several seconds behind NCM as the madman swings the axle at Murdoc’s head like a baseball bat but - no! Murdoc’s hands grip the axle mid-swing, abruptly halting its trajectory! NCM and Murdoc both holding onto the rusted metal begin to battle it out in a test of strength muscles bulging and straining in the firelight with the nearly 70lbs heavier and 5“ taller Murdoc beginning to take control of the situation.

Jerry Andrews: Do you think NCM has his hobo horde around?

Ace Anderson: They supposedly cleared the area beforehand, erected some chain link fencing with barbed wire, and even posted a couple of security guards.

NCM’s back leg begins to show the strain of the struggle for supremacy, the canny veteran abruptly giving way and darting to the side, sending Murdoc stumbling forward! While Murdoc regains his footing, NCM scales one of the nearby piles in a scrabbling climb to the top, paying no heed to the scrapes he was receiving from the junk pile as he launchin himself directly off the summit directly towards his opponent! Connecting with a completely unorthodox dropkick, NCM’s harsh laughter can be heard through the feed as both men go sprawling in the dirt.

Jerry Andrews: What about Eira, think she might make an appearance?

Ace Anderson: She’s in the main event tonight, which is in the PCW Arena. I don’t know where this match is, but it’s nowhere I recognize - World Champion or not, she can’t be two places at once.

Non Compos Mentis charges forward on the offensive, a grimace on his face as he plows straight into Murdoc’s gut with his shoulder, hefting the big man up in an impressive show of strength and flipping him around only to drop him in a pendulum backbreaker! Murdoc goes down hard, back arched in pain as NCM advances and grabs a fistful of dark hair, yanking the larger man towards his feet, Eddie Lane hovering at the edges of all the action but keeping well out of arm’s reach. As Murdoc is pulled upwards, he abruptly twists in NCM’s grip, blasting him in the face with Temporary Oblivion! As the high impact punch smashes into NCM’s jaw, the man drops like a stone, Murdoc wrapping him up for a pin attempt!

...1!

... -no!

NCM gets his shoulder up just before the 2-count, Murdoc surprising everyone by backing off and even going so far as to considerately help the smaller NCM to his feet - with two hands wrapped around his throat! Lifting him bodily to his feet, Murdoc bends his knees slightly and powers upwards, lifting NCM clear of the ground completely - and throwing him back-first into a nearby mass of discarded metal! The clattering, grinding cacophony is almost drowned out by the unearthly roar torn from NCM as the assorted edges and points tear at his flesh.

Jerry Andrews: That could KILL a man!

Ace Anderson: Fortunately we’re not dealing with just men.

Jerry Andrews: But still.

Ace Anderson: Yeah. Ouch.

Without so much as a moment to stop and think, NCM grabs the heaviest object to hand and lurches upright, hurling it directly at Murdoc’s head! As Murdoc staggers backwards to avoid it, NCM takes advantage of his opponent’s temporary imbalance, vaulting off the mass and into the North American Champion with a series of brutal strikes! One after the other, hammering away at Murdoc and backing him into the rubble! With Murdoc up against the detritus, jagged edges digging into his back and leaving him reeling from the unexpected salvo, NCM caps it off with a vicious headbutt!

Murdoc manages to get his hands up JUST in time with a cross forearm block to absorbing the impact, the combat-savvy veteran using NCM’s momentary disorientation from the failed headbutt to issue an attack of opportunity! Shoving Non Compos Mentis violently away, Murdoc surges forward towards him and leaps, absolutely LEVELING his stumbling opponent with charging dropkick! A rumble of thunder overhead followed shortly by a fork of lightning snaking across the night sky as both men measure their length on the dampening ground; a brief lull in the action before they roll away from each other with NCM slightly quicker to gain his feet than Murdoc.

Jerry Andrews: How long is this going to go on? How much can they actually take?

Ace Anderson: It’ll be over when it’s over, Jerry.

Both men on their feet now, eyeing each other across the expanse of destruction as the rain begins to fall in earnest, rumbling thunder and flashes of lightning almost as if the sky were an elemental counterpoint to their terrestrial violence. NCM, the Hobo King, can be seen glancing around in the area nervously; almost hopefully... no answer to his seeking gaze but the hulking shapes of ruination and wreckage left out in the elements; no longer serving their original purpose. Murdoc staring across to his opponent, once the face of Pure Class Wrestling, an uplifting success story; but no longer. They surge towards each other, exchanging savage blows in the center of the clearing, relentlessly hammering away with strike after vicious strike. NCM shuffles backwards a few steps then bursts forward, delivering a massive Big Boot to the sternum of Murdoc! Murdoc goes flying back first THROUGH a pile in the darkest corner of the zone, a heavy, hollow clang echoing through the area. The cameras pan around as NCM pursues, the former champion coming to a halt as he sees Murdoc laying senseless on the ground...

...mere feet away from the basin of a car crusher!!

Jerry Andrews: Oh NO. No they can’t. We can’t show this on TV!

Ace Anderson: There wouldn’t be power to it.

A truly depraved smile creases NCM’s face as he regards the situation, punching the power button of the machine with one meaty finger; his grin expanding into a cascade of disturbing giggles as the car crusher rumbles to life with an electronic thrum!

Jerry Andrews: You were saying?!

Ace Anderson: Murdoc better wake up!

NCM moves forward, shoving Murdoc’s prone body into the car crusher. Pulling back his grimy boot, he steps over to the handle, the camera catching the sickening gleam of firelight in the lacerations and blood peeking through the tears in the back of his shirt. Non Compos Mentis reaches for the handle and...

...pauses?

Staring down at Murdoc, now sluggishly stirring in the metal confines of the crusher’s basin, Non Compos Mentis freezes with his arm midway to the grip of the handle. A shudder moves through his body, an almost imperceptible change in his face heralds a different awareness than the one visible just moments ago. A quiet, prayer like whisper escapes his lips, barely audible on the camera’s audio pickup.

“Rebekah.”

NCM lowers his arm and drops to his knees, helping a semi-conscious Murdoc pull himself from the lethal embrace of the machine. Tugging the larger man clear of the car crusher, NCM wraps him up for a pin as Eddie Lane drops to make the count!

...1!

...2!

...3!

Jerry Andrews: He didn’t do it!

Ace Anderson: He did it! He won the North American Championship!

The winner of the match, and your NEW Pure Class Wrestling North American Champion... NON COMPOS MENNNTIIIIIIISSSS!!!

Winner: NCM via Pinfall

Putting together what happened - and what almost had and looking across at Non Compos Mentis, one of the last remaining members of PCW’s “Old Guard” ... Murdoc extends his hand, NCM meeting it in a solid handshake.

Jerry Andrews: THAT is sportsmanship.

Ace Anderson: Pure Class, baby.

The sound of a slow, lethargic applause rings out over the feed as a dark shape moves forward, a low chuckle rippling over the audio.

“How touching. No, really, just lovely. You should have done it, ‘Mentis.”

NCM remains quiet, seeming to sink back into himself while Murdoc steps towards the voice, muscles tense despite the visible fatigue of the match. “Show yourself.”

“Typical Prophet. Always making demands of his flock. I’m not one of your sheep, you know.”

“I’m not a Prophet anymore.” Murdoc’s hands bunch into fists, his patience already well past its limit.

“Oh that’s right, you’ve been going through monikers like a middle school girl trying to find a cute nickname.”

Murdoc glances around but NCM is gone, having melted away into the darkness. “You haven’t figured it out yet?” A derisive laugh floats through the darkness, grating on nerves already strained by intense exertion. “You called me out.” Murdoc turns on his heel to walk away, stopping short at the scuff of gravel behind him.“You called me out when you reminded everyone what that nut said when he first showed his ugly mug. I think you and I have some old issues to work out, don’t you?”

The figure steps forward, the light falling over features showing the stamp of grief and sorrow, formerly long hair cut short. It was he. Pure Class Wrestling’s “Fallen Angel”, Hall of Famer, and decorated former title holder.

“Loki.” Murdoc stares for a moment then shrugs, moving as if to leave. “I don’t have time for this.”

Loki darts forward with surprising speed and agility, putting himself directly in Murdoc’s path. “You’ll MAKE time for this."  Anger replacing his previously mocking tone.. ”I have every reason to come back to absolutely destroy you. And destroy you I will. Because, Murdoc: I have places to go ...” Loki leans in close, eyes narrowing though he doesn’t dare physically instigate with the masked monster before him.

“... and you are in my way.”

The showdown is about to come to a head when ...

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[Murdoc]

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Match Five

International Championshp Match

Grimm (Champion) vs. Michael 'Mr. Showtime' Wryght

Referee: Nolan Burke

.... awwwwwwwww. The arena?

Lame.

On the other hand, it IS time for our next match. And boy, is it a ringer.

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.

Introducing first, from Hangtown, KY, weighing in at 217 pounds: Grimm!!!

The crowd is already on their feet for this contest.

And his opponent...

"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. Out comes an even scruffier looking Showtime. As the beat of the song kicks in, Showtime seems to pay little attention to it as he makes his way to the ring. No pomp, no circumstance ... he’s ready to get down to business. And ready he should be, for the man he squares off against this evening will be ready to do the same.

... from Brick, New Jersey, weighing in at 253 pounds: "Mr. Showtime" Michael Wryght!!!

He slowly makes his way to the corner crossing his wrists symbolically before his arms down setting off some small pyros behind him, which also begins the lights to return to the arena.

The referee calls for the bell and the two men stare at one another from their respective corners.

Jerry: I don’t even know what to say about this match...

Ace: I don’t think there’s anything that we need to say!

Grimm slowly walks into the center of the ring. Suddenly, Showtime runs out of his corner and he attacks Grimm with rights and lefts. Grimm is almost taken aback by the sudden assault, but he manages to cover up after receiving several stiff shots to the face.

Jerry: Woah!

Grimm gets back into the corner and Michael Wryght continues to unload on him with fists. Wryght then drives his knee into Grimm’s midsection, doubling him over. Michael Wrght now grabs him by the head and he hits him with a DDT! Showtime now with an elbow drop right into Grimm’s chest. Showtime pulls Grimm up now and he backs him into the corner once again. Wryght with a stiff forearm to Grimm’s neck. And then a knee to the stomach. And then another forearm to the face. Michael Wryght now pulls Grimm out of the corner and he drops him with a shortarm clothesline.

Jerry: Michael Wryght is in control of this match in the early going.

Grimm rolls out of the ring now and Michael Wryght follows him. He grabs Grimm by the back of the head and slams him face-first into the barrier at ringside.

Ace: Boom!

Showtime grabs Grimm by the head again, but this time Grimm blocks the move by putting his arms up on the barrier. Grimm now grabs Showtime and he returns the favor, smashing Michael Wryght’s head into the barrier.

Jerry: And now Grimm smashing Wryght into that barrier!

Grimm now grabs Michael Wryght and he drops him down to the floor with a Russian leg sweep. Grimm takes a second to catch his breath and then slides back into the ring, breaking the referee’s count. Grimm slides back outside just as Michael Wryght is getting back to his feet. Grimm charges at him now, hitting him with a running shoulder block.

Jerry: Such force behind that move!

Ace: There’s been a bunch of force behind just about every move in this match! I love it!

Phinehas Grimm now pulls Michael Wryght up off of the floor. He slams him face-first into the ring apron and then throws him into the ring. Grimm now stands up on the ring apron as Michael Wryght attempts to pull himself back up using the ropes. Grimm reaches over the ropes and he pulls Michael Wryght up by his head. Wryght drives his shoulder into Grimm’s midsection, breaking free. Showtime now steps through the ropes and both men are standing on the apron. Showtime grabs Grimm, picks him up and hits him with a sideslam! Showtime lands on the floor and Grimm lands spine-first on the apron!

Jerry: That had to hurt!

Ace: Oh yeah. That apron is harder than it looks!

Grimm falls off of the apron and onto the floor. Showtime pulls him up, grabs him by the head and hits him with a hangman’s neck breaker! Showtime now rolls Grimm back into the ring and he follows him inside.

Jerry: Back inside the ring we go!

Ace: This has been such a physical contest so far and I don’t think these two are anywhere near done yet!

Michael Wryght pulls Grimm up to his feet. Grimm responds quickly by driving his elbow into Showtime’s midsection. He then gets to his feet and he clotheslines Showtime down to the mat. Grimm pulls Showtime up and he sets him up but Showtime breaks free of Grimm’s grip. He throws a right hand, but Grimm blocks it. Grimm now with an arm wrench. Showtime twists and he breaks free from the hold. The two men lock up once again. Showtime goes for a suplex, but Grimm blocks it. Grimm now attempts a suplex, but this time Showtime blocks it. Showtime gets his leg behind Grimm’s and he sweeps him down to the mat. Showtime with a knee drop, but Grimm rolls out of the way. Grimm now pulls Showtime up, but Showtime hits him with a chinbreaker. Grimm staggers towards the ropes.

Jerry: What action here!

Ace: These two are matching each other’s intensity and each other’s moves perfectly!

Showtime charges at Grimm, but Grimm ducks down and he pulls the ropes down with him, sending Showtime over the ropes and to the outside!

Jerry: Woah... back to the outside again!

Grimm slides under the ropes now. He pulls Showtime up and immediately slams him face-first onto the announce table.

Jerry: Hey!

Grimm pulls Showtime up once more. He goes to throw him into the ring stairs, but Showtime reverses it and Grimm hits the steps hard!

Ace: Right into the ring stairs!!!

Showtime walks over to Grimm who is slumped over the stairs. He drops his elbow right into Grimm’s back! Showtime now pulls Grimm up and he rolls him back into the ring. Showtime slides in after him.

Jerry: Those stairs certainly took a lot out of Grimm.

Showtime goes for a cover:

1....

2...

Ace: But not everything! Kickout!

Showtime pulls Grimm up once more. Grimm breaks free and he clotheslines Showtime down to the mat.

Jerry: A HUUUUUGE clothesline out of NOWHERE!

Showtime rolls towards the ropes. Grimm pulls him up, but Michael Wryght kicks backwards, hitting Grimm in the midsection. Showtime turns around now and he hits Grimm right in the face with a spinning European uppercut! Grimm is staggered. Showtime grabs him and throws him into the corner hard. Grimm hits the turnbuckle chest first. Showtime now grabs him by the arms and hits him with a crossed arms back drop!

Jerry: Michael Wryght going for another cover!

1.....

2.....

Jerry: And another kickout by Grimm!
 
Wryght pulls Grimm up once again. Grimm hits him with a back elbow. Grimm now DDTs Showtime down to the mat. He waits for Showtime to get back to his feet and he hits him with a missile dropkick to the chest! Showtime falls down into the corner of the ring. Grimm now pulls Showtime up and he sets him up in the corner. Grimm drives his shoulder into Showtime’s midsection. He then pick Michael Wryght up, spins around and drives him into the mat hard with a spinebuster!

Jerry: What a move!

Grimm with a cover now:

1...

2...

Jerry: Michael Wryght kicks out!

Grimm stands up. He pulls Showtime up, throws him across the ring and catches him with a wheelbarrow spinebuster! Grimm with another cover:

1....

2....

Jerry: Another kickout!

Grimm pulls Showtime up once more. And Showtime explodes with a shuffle back kick to Grimm’s chest! Showtime now runs at Grimm and he hits him with a crossbody block! Showtime with a cover:

1...

2....

Jerry: No!

Ace: Wait... wait!

As Showtime goes to stand up from the cover, Grimm suddenly grabs him in an arm triangle choke!

Jerry: The Winding Stair! He’s got it locked in!

Showtime struggles in the hold. He twists and turns his body, trying to break free, but Grimm will not let go.

Jerry: Will Showtime tap?

Suddenly, Showtime uses all of his force to roll over Grimm and into the ropes where the referee demands the the hold is broken.

Ace: Great presence of mind by Michael Wryght to get to the ropes there and to break the hold.

Jerry: It’s really the only thing he could do!

The referee breaks the hold and both men remain down on the mat for a moment. Grimm is the first one back to his feet. He pulls Showtime up, but Showtime shoves him backwards. Showtime now kicks Grimm in the stomach and he drops him down to the mat with a single arm DDT. Showtime pulls Grimm up once more. He lifts him up and hits a backbreaker, then another and then a big sidewalk slam! He then grabs Grimm by the legs and locks him into an Elevated Texas Cloverleaf!

Jerry: The Spotlight! Right in the middle of the ring! Is this it!?

Grimm struggles in the move, obviously in pain. He tries to crawl to the ropes, but the pain is slowing him down. He slowly inches... inches... inches... and....

Ace: Oh man!

Showtime pulls Grimm back into the center of the ring and the locks the hold on even tighter!

Jerry: There’s no escape for Grimm. He’ll have no choice but to tap out!

Grimm once again slowly starts to inch towards the ropes. He’s moving at a snail’s pace now, stopping after every move to compose himself and to deal with the pain. But he’s moving. Slowly... slowly... and...

Jerry: He’s got it! He’s got the rope! Grimm has his hand on the bottom rope!

The referee calls for a break. He starts to count..... one... two.... three.... four..... and Showtime breaks the hold.

Jerry: The hold is broken, but the damage as been done.

Ace: These two men have gone strike for strike, punch for punch, move for move and hold for hold all night! And now Showtime certainly has the upper hand!

Jerry: They’ve countered moves, they’ve kicked out of devastating attacks, they’ve forced submission holds to be broken. And...

Ace: Showtime back on the offensive now!

Showtime starts to unload on Grimm’s lower back with a series of kicks and stomps as Grimm is down on the mat. Showtime now drops an elbow onto Grimm’s spine. He then rolls him over and covers him.

Ace: One... two....

Jerry: Grimm kicks out!

Showtime pulls Grimm up once more. He sets him up for a suplex. Grimm blocks it. Grimm now goes for a suplex of his own, but he can’t lift Showtime. Grimm releases his opponent and he grabs onto his own lower back. Grimm uses the ropes to support himself as he holds his lower back. Suddenly Michael Wryght grabs him from behind. He hooks Grimm’s head and arm. Then he turns to his left making Grimm stand with his head and right arm on his shoulder. He then violently drops to a seated position!

Jerry: The Sweetness! And the cover!

1....

2.....

Jerry: And....

Ace: He got him!

Jerry: Three! It’s over!

Showtime rolls off of his opponent as the bell rings.

Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match and NEW International Championnnnn .... ‘Mr. Showtime’ Michael Wryght!!!

Winner: Michael Wryght

Showtime rises to his feet and he looks down at Grimm as his theme plays. The crowd cheers, not really because they support Showtime, but because they respect the battle that these two competitors had tonight.

Jerry: A big victory here for Showtime!

Ace: What a contest!

We get replays of the final moments of the match as we come back to Showtime being handed the gleaming International championship. The lights of the arena reflecting off of it into his eyes, he stares at it for what seems like an eternity before taking the belt and giving Grimm a kick or two before hastily making his way from the ring, presumably to disappear into the bowels of the building.

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Kelli Starr: I’m here to see ...

Damian Belmont: I’M here to see ...

Cory Steel: I’m here to see ...

Andy D/Eira/Whitey Ford: I’M HERE TO WIN.

A video begins to play on the PCW-Tron.

Highlights of the Whitey Ford/Eira conflict up until tonight. Eira’s win over Andy D at Hostile Takeover IV for the World Championship. Indeed, it was a Hostile Takeover that night. In more ways than one, as Whitey Ford immediately made his presence known upon his return by stealing the World Title and laying it upon the stage at his feet as a crude challenge!

Andy D left in the dust as Eira races towards her first challenge ... it’s Eira and Whitey, chasing each other over the days and weeks. The constant back and forth between them, with Andy D out of nowhere! On the heels of a Patrick Gregory Brooks announcement, Andy D and Eira will get their rematch with Whitey Ford earning his OWN shot in the same match.

A fan favorite ...

... An Untouchable ...

... and The Asshole.

WHO WILL EMERGE VICTORIOUS?!

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[Murdoc]

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Main Event

Triple Threat Match for the World Championship

Whitey Ford vs. Andy D vs. Eira

Referee: Tyrone Little

“Everybody make noise and scream out!”

The intro of 'Are You Not Entertained' hits out on the PA system, and the PCW Faithful duly oblige, erupting with a vast chorus of cheers for the man who emerges onto the stage, ready to regain his PCW World Title. Andy d appears from the back and heads towards the ring, slapping hands with as many people of the crowd as he can.

Jerry Andrews: This is it, Ace! The Main Event of the evening!

Ace Anderson: You’re right about that, Jerry. This match is going to cap off an INCREDIBLE night of action, wouldn’t you say?

Jerry Andrews: Absolutely! Ace, Andy D is perhaps the biggest Fan Favorite in PCW history, but don’t let that take away from his wrestling credentials. He’s a former World Champion for a reason!

Ace Anderson: Pure Class Wrestling has never seen a superstar with so much speed, so much urgency, as Andy D. Not even Eira with her agility can match that rapidity when he’s at his best!

Introducing the first challenger. He hails from somewhere in the United Kingdom. He weighs in at 197 pounds ... former Genesis Champion, former North American Champion AND former World Champion...

Approaching the ring, Andy takes all the support he can get from the fans and slides under the bottom rope before running up to a random turnbuckle. With an eruption of calls from the fans, he hops up to the second turnbuckle and motions for the crowd to cheer even louder, which somehow they do. Andy jumps down and removes his bucket hat, placing it on the metal part of the turnbuckle in his corner before standing ready for the match.

... ANNNNNNNNNNNNDYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY D!!!

As Andy prepares himself, the familiar southern style guitars play over the PA system and it takes a few moments before the PCW Fans see the stage light up and notice Bobaflex are live and kicking right here in the Pure Class Arena! The strobe lights begin and the PCWtron flashes white light to the beat of the bass drum.

Jerry Andrews: Whitey’s got some live encouragement tonight but I don’t think he’ll need it. There’s more than enough confidence in that man to go all the way tonight!

Ace Anderson: But Ford has earned that confidence, whether you hate him or not you have to admit it. The man is a born survivor and one hell of an in-ring competitor. He may not have the speed of Andy D or the agility of Eira, but he’s plenty vicious enough. I know that first hand!

When the music kicks up a notch and the Faithful begin to rock out to the tune of ‘Bad Man’, Whitey 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. With a single look and grin toward where Bobaflex are performing, Whitey turns his eyes to his opponent 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 until he can go to work.

Introducing the second challenger, he hails from Leeds, Maine. Weighing in tonight at 245 lbs, he is the LONGEST reigning International Champion in the history of PCW ... WHITEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY FORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRD!

Bobaflex play out their song, leaving only the jeers and boos of the fans as they’re forced to look toward Ford. But the jeers soon subside.

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. The crowd cheers already, knowing who is about to arrive, and so do the commentators.

Jerry Andrews: Eira climbed to the top of the pyramid just two months ago against Andy D and it’s fair to say she doesn’t intend to leave any time soon. The Untouchable Queen of PCW had a huge task ahead of her to retain her title… but every step of the way she’s overcome whatever obstacle has been put in front of her.

Ace Anderson: From the Deadly Rumble, beating every competitor put in her way, to winning the PCW World Title at the first time of asking, Eira has proved that her dominance in PCW is earned in blood and sweat. Andy D and Whitey Ford will be possibly the biggest challenge in her career, but she is a born winner and champion by right.

The ominous soundtrack rumbles on and the PCW Faithful are brimming with anticipation. 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. Around her waist gleams the PCW World Title belt and draws everyone’s eye as she stands there. 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.

And now ... the champion. She weighs in tonight at 160 lbs. She is the reigning Deadly Rumble winner, former Genesis Champion and the CURRENT PCW World Championnnnnnnn ...

... EIRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Completely ignoring everything and everyone around her, Eira stares straight ahead, her gaze fixed on the ring with a malevolent intensity. Andy and Ford remain in their own corners, ready for the match as their opponent nears the ring and stares them both down. 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 removes the title belt from her waist and hands it over to Senior Referee Tyrone Little.

The music cuts off and the lights return to normal with the fans mumbling whispers of anticipation and the atmosphere in the ring thick with tension. Little holds the title up for the three competitors to take a good long look at and then hands it off to ringside.

Jerry Andrews: There is no time left for preparations. The Main Event of Mass Destruction is here!

Tyrone Little signals to the timekeeper and the bell rings out to a rapture of cheers. All three competitors exchange looks, wondering who will be the first to act but there is no movement. Eira, Andy and Ford take in the screams of the crowd and look from one of their opponents to the other to determine who the biggest threat is. Seemingly wanting a real rematch to their previous meeting, Eira and Andy D both turn their eyes to ‘The Asshole’ in their midst and take a step forward…. But before they get too far the wily Whitey stops, drops and rolls to the outside of the ring.

Ace Anderson: Smart move by Whitey… not exactly brave, but smart. Andy and Eira want him out of the way so they can settle their score alone.

As Whitey struts around ringside, pleased with his moment of genius, his opponents look back at each other and then, in a moment of mutual understanding, retreat to opposite sides of the ring and slides to the outside to join their opponent. It takes a couple of moments for Whitey to realize that he’s now surrounded, with nowhere to go but back into the squared circle. He weighs up his options, watching as the two World Champions (one current, one former) get closer and close before finally choosing to run and live another day… or at least a few more second.

Whitey dives back into the ring as Eira and Andy get within touching distance and they follow him instinctively. As both pursuers get to their feet, Ford’s latent opportunism sparks and he turns straight into a sprint and throws both his arms out. Somehow both of them duck the Double Clothesline and Whitey carries his momentum into the opposite ropes. The reactions of Andy and Eira are quick, though, and they turn fast enough to catch him with a picture perfect Double Hip Toss!

Jerry Andrews: That didn’t work out well for Whitey!

Ace Anderson: And back to the outside he goes again… just not looking so smart this time!

Andy follows Whitey to the ropes as he rolls outside clutching his back, but he stops short of joining him on the outside. Instead he realizes that he has taken his eye off the other participant in the match. Andy turns… straight into a lightning fast Shoot Kick to the knee from Eira! She follows it up with a combinations of quick kicks to the legs and chest that force Andy back to the ropes before he can get a defenze up. She grabs his arm and tries to whip him across the ring but Andy reverses and sends Eira into the ropes instead. This time Andy goes for a solo Hip Toss and lifts Eira off the mat... only for her to flip through the move with amazing agility and lands on her feet! The crowd gasp at the feat of athleticism but aren’t given long to think about it as Eira transitions seamlessly into an Armdrag, throwing Andy across the ring.

Andy scrambles to his feet and comes back at Eira only to get caught with a second Armdrag. He jumps up one more time and Eira looks to hit another… but Andy slams on the brakes and she drops to the mat without the pay off. Before she can recover, Andy vaults her and rolls into a sudden Oklahoma Roll pin...

One…

Tw…

Flying out of nowhere, Whitey jumps in and breaks up the pin. There is a moment where Ford is the only man standing, but it doesn’t last as both Eira and Andy get to their feet. Whitey decides to cut them off and first fires off a left slug at Andy before a right to Eira. He holds off both of his rivals with shot after shot until finally turning and hitting the ropes at speed. Both opponents snap out of their daze at the same time and lunge forward with Stereo Clotheslines… only for Whitey to duck this time. Both Eira and Andy turn around but Andy sees what’s coming sooner, or maybe Ford just targets the World Champion on purpose… either way he throws a ferocious Running Dropkick straight into her face and sends Eira sprawling across the mat while Andy dodges.

Jerry Andrews: Dear god what a boot! He damn near took Eira’s head off!

Ford climbs back to his feet but Andy has already hit the ropes and nails him in the face with a Jumping Heel Kick! The action is fast and frenzied as Whitey tries to get back to his feet, only reaching a knee before Mr D hits a Running Dropkick to the side of his head. With Ford dazed, Andy turns his attention to where he feels naturally at home…

Ace Anderson: Things are about to get interesting, Jerry!

Like a blur Andy scales the corner and reaches the top turnbuckle just as both Whitey and Eira regain their feet in the middle of the ring. Both are still stunned and Andy takes a second to steady himself and lift his arms high into the air, bringing out a massive cheer from the PCW Faithful who push him forward. Andy quickly throws himself off the top rope and slams a foot each into the sternum of both his opponents with a spectacular Flying Double Dropkick! Eira and Ford fly across the right toward the ropes as the fans get their feet and begin to chant… “AN-DY-DEE! AN-DY-DEE! AN-DY-DEE!”

Jerry Andrews: Well I guess we know where the fans’ allegiances are!

Ace Anderson: Andy is one of the most popular superstars in PCW history, the fans are behind him all the way! But don’t think he’s the only one out there with fans.

Using the ropes to drag themselves up, ‘The Asshole’ and ‘The Untouchable’ climb to their respective feet and Andy scouts them from the other side of the ring. Once they’re up, Andy takes off and runs at them, about to hit a Double Clothesline to knock them both to the outside until both duck and fling Andy high into the air!

Jerry Andrews: WHOA!

Ace Anderson: Is it a bird…!

Andy D flies up and over the top rope and lands, somehow managing to break his fall slightly with his legs, on the outside with a crash! The crowd gasps in awe, but is relieved when Andy starts to try to get to his feet, showing that he’s alright. Inside the ring Whitey shows his opportunism again and lands a high kick to the head of Eira and follows it with a Standing Clothesline over the top rope!

Jerry Andrews: Eira’s hanging on in there!

Ace Anderson: It’ll take more than that to get rid of her!

Whitey stumbles back to the middle of the ring, expecting a moment or two to recoup his energy, but the cheers of the crowd tell him to look around. Once he does he sees Eira hanging onto the top rope and puts together a plan to get rid of her. He hits the opposite ropes and rebounds with pace before throwing himself toward Eira’s midsection with a full-force Rehab Spear… but Eira moves! Instead of a Spear, Whitey flies straight through the middle ropes and crashes into a recovering Andy D with an accidental Suicide Dive, slamming his shoulder straight into Andy’s head!

Jerry Andrews: I don’t know if Eira knows quite how lucky she got! Dodging such a vicious move and inadvertently eliminating one of her opponents!

Ace Anderson: And I don’t think she’s going to settle for just one!

Whitey stumbles to his feet, not quite understanding what just happened, but as he does Eira regains her composure on the apron. Taking one look backwards, she watches as Whitey turns back towards the ring an springs off the middle rope, throwing herself backwards. Whitey can’t move in time and he gets caught with a phenomenal Asai Moonsault from the World Champion!

The crowd pops with a massive cheer as Eira lands on her feet and lifts her arm in exhilaration, spurring her to grab Andy by the head and roll him back into the ring. She quickly hooks the leg to try and get the win…

One…

Two….

NO!

Andy gets his shoulder up and Eira quickly refocuses, taking him by the head again and pulling him back to his feet. With her opponent still dazed from the unprotected impact on the outside, Eira begins to slice away at him with high powered, precision kicks. First to the knees, then to the chest and finishing with a Solebutt to the gut. Andy drops to a knee with an audible grunt of pain and immediately Eira lifts her leg high into the air like a 14 year old Russian Gymnast and brings the sole of her boot down on top of his skull with a brutal Axe Kick! As Andy drops to the mat and tries to regain his bearings, the World Champion goes to the turnbuckles, climbing to the top with uncanny speed.

Jerry Andrews: I don’t know how much more damage Andy can take to his head, Tyrone Little seems awfully concerned, especially after that collision with Whitey earlier!

Ace Anderson: You know the referee will be looking for signs of a concussion after all these shots, but if there’s even a one in a hundred chance Andy can continue, you know he’ll take it!

Eira looks up from the top turnbuckle and finds Andy struggling to get up to his feet. He is visibly groggy and barely able to stand but somehow he does and turns on uneasy feet. Showing no mercy, Eira throws herself off the top and wraps her legs around Andy’s head… but somehow Andy prevents the Flying Hurricanrana and jumps before driving Eira straight down into a ring-shaking Sit-Out Powerbomb!

The arena is in awe of Andy’s uncharacteristic power-move, so much so that it takes a moment for Tyrone Little to notice that Eira’s shoulders are down for the count. He drops and counts…

One…

Whitey is still nowhere to be seen!

Two….

TH…NO!

The World Champion lifts her shoulder off the mat a split second before the three and half the crowd breathes a sigh of relief while the other half grumbles in frustration. Struggling back to his feet, Andy staggers and falls back against the ropes and needs to use them to steady himself for a moment. Then, however, the adrenaline begins to flow through his system and he looks more aware… aware enough to see an opportunity forming. He climbs out onto the apron, his eyes on Eira all the time, and grips the top rope, waiting for his opponent to start recovering. Slowly Eira pushes herself to her knees but she’s stunned and confused and doesn’t see Andy as he sets himself.

Jerry Andrews: I don’t think the ropes are a good idea for him right now!

Andy’s head is clear though and he jumps high onto the top rope, about to throw himself off into the Springboard Blockbuster and……. A hand grabs his foot from nowhere! Whitey Ford does just enough to upset the balance of Andy and instead of flying at Eira he collapses in mid-air and falls straight down, landing throat first on the top rope in a sickening impact!

Jerry Andrews: Andy just got hung on the rope!

Ace Anderson: And the opportunist strike again! Ford is back in this contest with a vengeance!

Whitey slides into the ring with the slithery motion of a viper, though he doesn’t appear to be hearing voices as he decisively springs off the mat and charges forward. Eira just about snaps out of her daze in time to see Whitey slam into her with a devastating Rehab Spear, driving her to the mat in a pile! He takes his chance and hooks the leg quickly…

One…

Two….

THR..NO!

Jerry Andrews: Eira’s still in it somehow! Kick out!

Eira does the smart thing and looks for safety after a couple of bad hits, rolling to the outside and leaving Ford alone inside the ring.

Ace Anderson: This could be the turning point of the match, Ford has two injured opponents and one all to himself!

Whitey sees Andy clinging onto the top rope after his improvised Guillotine and goes after him, taking aim on the exposed and defenzeless head with a hard combo of rights. Andy just about manages to keep himself attached to the ring but that is no deterrent to Ford who just keeps the shots coming. Right after right after right comes down on Andy but still he’s latched onto the top rope like a barnacle.

Jerry Andrews: Shot after shot and still Andy won’t give in!

Ace Anderson: He’s got heart, maybe not a lot of brains to stand up to that abuse instead of dropping to the outside for safety, but definitely heart.

Realizing the punches are getting him nowhere, Whitey takes a step back and fires a high Roundhouse Kick straight into the side of Mr D’s skull! Finally Andy releases the top rope and drops to the apron, though he still refuses to drop to the floor. Now clearly frustrated, Whitey retreats back to the middle of the ring and takes aim before rushing forward. He thrusts with a wild boot through the middle rope…. And Andy moves! Before Whitey can react, Andy grabs his leg and twists whilst simultaneously throwing himself off the apron to the floor!

Jerry Andrews: Dragon Screw! My god he could have torn Whitey’s knee apart with that!

Ace Anderson: When you’re in the ring with Eira and Andy, the last thing you need is to have your mobility severely limited. Whitey is going to have serious problems now!

Smelling blood, Andy jumps back onto the apron while shaking the cobwebs out of his head. He takes a second to plan his attack but then methodically takes Whitey’s injured leg and threads it between the middle and bottom ropes so that it is completely stuck and exposed. Andy lifts his arm to the crowd and motions for a little sing along, then pounds a Shoot Kick straight into his vulnerable knee. The fans count along with gusto; “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE!...” but a tenth kick doesn’t come. Instead, Andy pulls back a little and throws all of his weight into a Running Front Dropkick straight to that injured leg that finally jars it free.

Jerry Andrews: Andy is showing a ruthless streak that we haven’t seen in a long time!

Ace Anderson: And he has to! He’s in the ring with two of the best and he needs to pull out every trick in the book to win. All of them do!

Whitey scrambles backwards, trying to put some distance between himself and Andy, but without his left leg he’s too slow. Andy catches him and looks to hook him up into a Single Leg Crab, but as he turns to lock in the hold Eira flies in from nowhere! Nobody noticed her climb to the top and she catches Andy completely off guard with a Flying Hurricanrana, throwing Andy across the ring while Ford takes his chance and rolls to the outside of the ring to rest.

Jerry Andrews: Where the hell did she come from?!

Ace Anderson: Who cares! The momentum is shifting all over the place, now Eira’s in the driver's seat!

Andy climbs to his feet and looks around, dazed by the sudden jolt across the ring. In that second, Eira is back on him with a combo of vicious kicks, those educated feet going to work yet again and driving Andy back toward the corner. With nowhere to go, Andy covers up and tries to block the incoming kicks but Eira gets up close and personal instead with a barrage of Muay Thai Knee Strikes to the ribs. The damage done, Eira pulls back and retreats across the ring, revelling in the support from the crowd as she does. She finally turns and sprints toward the corner before executing a perfectly formed Cartwheel and jumping toward the corner for the trademark transition into a Dropkick.... only for Andy to take evasive action!

He rolls out of the corner and across the ring just as Eira is in mid-air and, somehow, she adapts and lands feet first on the middle rope. With a picture in her mind of where Andy would have ended up, she doesn’t even risk a second to look backwards and throws herself into a blind spin, hoping to catch Andy with a Flying Double Axe Handle. But as she turns, Andy has already recovered and rushes straight at Eira, catching her out of the air and hitting a quaking Running STO that lands Eira straight on the back of her head!

Jerry Andrews: The STO! Andy D caught Eira with the STO out of nowhere!

Ace Anderson: She’s down and there’s no Whitey Ford in sight to buy her time!

Clutching her neck in pain, Eira pushes herself onto all-fours and tries to regain some notion of where she is. As she’s doing that, Andy is crouched in the corner and the fans are at fever pitch because they know what’s coming. He signals just as Eira pops her head clear above the parapet and charges, jumping before smashing a full-force Shining Wizard straight into Eira’s skull!

Jerry Andrews: DRAGON’S BITE! HE HIT IT!

Ace Anderson: Make the cover, Andy!

But just as Andy is about to crawl over to his downed opponent for the cover, Whitey Ford claws himself up onto the apron and tries to climb into the ring. Andy D sees him out of the corner of his eye and knows he wouldn’t have time to make the count. Instead he gets to his feet and throws himself at Ford, blasting him off the apron with a Running Dropkick!

Jerry Andrews: Eira still isn’t moving!

Andy turns and, now that the coast is clear, drops into a pin and hooks the leg deep!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Ace Anderson: NO! EIRA got the shoulder up!

Andy glares up at Tyrone Little who makes the quick but very clear signal… only two! Eira survives by the slimmest of margins, but at what cost?! It doesn’t concern Andy who has only one thing in mind, putting her away for good. He makes his way to the corner again, this time not bothering to signal because it’s very clear what he intends to do.

There’s no telling the damage done to Eira by the Shining Wizard, but it’s clear the effects are lasting as she pushes herself painfully slowly toward her feet. The crowd are on their feet now, half chanting “LETS GO EIRA!” and the others replying with “AN-DY-DEE!” with deafening volume. Eira must hear it as she pushes herself to a knee and lifts her head once more. Andy pounces and aims the second Shining Wizard… but before he can make the jump Eira makes her own lunge forward, wrapping an arm around Andy’s waist and rolling him backwards into a School Boy pin!

ONE!

TWO!

THR….NO!

The shock of being caught nearly gave Eira the win, but Andy pushes out at the last moment and bounces back to his feet. Eira does the same but this time Eira catches him with a Small Package!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

NO!

Even closer this time, but Andy lives to fight on! If Tyrone Little’s palm had been just a little fatter we’d have a new champion! This time they both get to their feet at the same time and rush toward each other, and again it is Eira that takes the advantage, wrapping her arms around the waist of Andy and this time pushing forward. The Untouchable forces Andy chest first into the ropes and rolls backward with Andy in toe, landing his shoulders on the mat with an O’Connor Roll pin!

ONE!

TWO!

THR…..

Jerry Andrews: FORD!

Just as Whitey Ford re-enters the ring, Eira catches sight of him and instinctively attacks. Ford may or may not have got there for the break, but Eira takes the chance to intercept him with a High Roundhouse Kick to the temple! With the shot, Whitey tumbles back to the outside of the ring, clutching his head but also with a look of pure anger on his face.

Jerry Andrews: I don’t think Ford likes being kept out of this contest.

Ace Anderson: If somebody was taking away your chance at fighting for the PCW World Title, wouldn’t you be pissed?

As Andy and Eira tussle in the ring, Whitey has finally had enough. He makes his way over to the commentary position and sends a cameraman flying as he throws him out of the way to get to his real goal. There is a sharp clang and he snaps something shut and carries it away toward the ring.

Jerry Andrews: Wait, what the hell is he doing?!

Ace Anderson: This is in ALL cases would be a disqualification, but Eddie has a difficult decision ahead of him.  Does he ruin the Main Event with a disqualification or does he try to let things slide?!

Ford hears the chorus of boos rippling around the arena and decides he likes it, so he turns it into a roar of discontent by lifting his newly acquired steel chair high above his head for all to see. The two in the ring seem unaware as Eira locks up Andy in a Waist Lock and tries for a German Suplex. It’s unsuccessful as Andy fights back and reverses into a Waist Lock of his own. Still the attempt at a German Suplex is resisted and Eira replies with a much less subtle Back Elbow to the face. Two more and Andy’s grips finally loosens and Eira reaches back into a Three Quarter Facelock. It looks like she’s trying to lift herself up for a Standing Shiranui attempt but still Andy resists. Eira tries one more time, throwing herself up into the air and NEARLY over the top of Andy, but he throws her forward to escape! Eira’s agility pays off and she manages to hook her legs around Whitey's neck!  Twisting into an attempted hurricanrana, Whitey holds on for dear life and rebuffs the attempt ... the chair dropped so he may spin with Eira's momentum.  Holding her aloft long enough to take control and .... 

BOOM!

He drops to his knees and lands a sick spinning powerbomb on the lighter World Champion!

The crowd OOOOOH's in response to the reversal and Whitey drops onto Eira's prone body for a pinfall attempt.

Ace: It looks like Eddit doesn't have to make a DQ call just yet, Jerry!

ONE!

TWO!

THR…NO!

Somehow Eira gets her shoulder up after taking that incredible powerbomb. It does nothing to temper Whitey’s arrogance and anger though and he gets to his feet intent to do more damage and finish it for good.  Ford moves to Eira and pulls her back to her feet by the hair. Without resistance, he lands a boot to the stomach and hauls her all the way up into the ‘Razors Edge’ position with all of his remaining strength.

Jerry Andrews: Eira is absolutely out of it! If Whitey hits the Backtoss Piledriver it’s all over!

Whitey is about to drive Eira down and claim his first PCW World Title when out of nowhere Andy D returns with a completely unprotected Superkick to the jaw! Ford stays absolutely still for a moment and then crumbles like a pillar of sand into the mat, dropping Eira as he does!

Eira quietly rolls out of the ring clutching her head in agony and Dr Suresh at ringside makes a path for her immediately, concerned about the after effects of the that sick spinning powerbomb.  In the ring, however, Andy is showing the same ill-effects and stumbles backwards even after managing the Superkick. It takes a few seconds for him to manage to pull himself out of the corner he lands in, by which time Ford has already pushed himself up to his feet. Both men have the same notion; finish this match now!

Andy and Whitey both charge forward and it is Andy that throws out an arm first for a Clothesline. Whitey, slightly slower on the draw due to his injured left leg is forced to duck and both competitors screen to a half by opposite turnbuckles and turn on a dime to face each other. Immediately they charge again and this time Whitey has to anticipate what is coming due to his injury… but so does Andy D. Ford is about to throw himself forward with another Rehab Spear when Andy sidesteps ... Whitey smacking the metal corner post with his head!  Taking his time to extricate himself from the ropes, Whitey staggers backwards straight into a Running STO right in the middle of the ring!

Jerry Andrews: Whitey Ford has to be out cold thanks to the cornerpost!

Ace Anderson: Andy just needs to finish the job!

Panting with exhaustion, Andy sees that Ford is down in the middle but his experience of this match tells him that appearing dead does not make you a corpse. Not convinced, Andy turns to the corner and begins to climb from the inside with something big in mind. His head is swimming though and the damage from the match has clearly had an effect on his balance as he struggles to make it up to the top.

Jerry Andrews: Andy is swaying badly, he could have a concussion after the abuse he’s suffered but he still won’t give up!

Andy pushes himself to reach the top turnbuckle and finally he perches there, crouched and ready. He takes one last look over his shoulder to measure the distance and…

THWACK!

The sound of flesh on flesh is sickening and the crowd is silenced as they look not to Whitey Ford in the middle of the ring as he is still out cold … but to the apron, where Eira is returning to her feet Having just vaulted from the second rope to land an AMAZING free-legged enzugiri, Andy barely moves except to drop into a seated position on the top turnbuckle. His head lolls back and forth in an unconscious stupor.

Ace Anderson: Any means necessary! Eira just turned Andy’s head into a bowl of soup!

The PCW Faithful are stunned by the impact but Eira is not, she acts with purpose and urgency and climbs the turnbuckles from the outside. Once she reaches the top she takes one more look around and jumps onto Andy’s shoulders, tumbling backwards and throwing him, head first for good measure, down to the mat with a dead-thump with the Reverse Top Rope Hurricanrana!

Jerry Andrews: The Crown of Thorns! Andy D is unconscious!

Eira climbs to her feet and takes a step forward to make the match winning pin and…

Jerry Andrews: REHAB SPEAR! REHAB SPEAR!

Ford flies across the ring from nowhere, clearly playing possum in the middle of the ring as Andy made his ascent. He slams into Eira with all the pace his knee can muster, sending Eira crashing to the mat and clutching her ribs that may be broken. The crowd is in awe as, somehow, the battered and badly limping Whitey Ford stumbles across the mat and drops on top of the still motionless Andy D…

Jerry Andrews: Whitey pins!

ONE!

TWO!

Eira pushes herself off the mat with everything she has left, diving to make the interference…

THREE!

…but she’s too late! Tyrone Little slams his hand down, Whitey Ford gets the historic three count!

Jerry Andrews: We have a new PCW World Champion! Whitey Ford wins!

Ace Anderson: PCW’s own Ultimate Opportunist has won the biggest prize in the game!

The bell rings out just as Eira hits the mat again, drained and broken by such a long and exhaustive match. All three competitors are motionless on the mat as ‘Bad Man’ by Bobaflex hits the PA System, and event most of the fans can appreciate what a herculean effort all of the participants put in…. but especially the man they have booed all through the match. The cheers are genuine now though and slowly they begin to filter through as Whitey begins to move.

Jerry Andrews: Say what you will about Whitey Ford, he put everything on the line and he walks out of the grandest stage of them all as the PCW World Champion for the very first time!

Ace Anderson: He deserves the championship after that effort, but Eira and Andy D both came within a hair of walking out as champions. Taking this loss will not be easy for them, but they’ll have to swallow it!

Tyrone Little jumps out to ringside and moves to the timekeeper’s table where he collects the PCW World Title belt and makes a beeline for the ring again. Now Ford has managed to push himself to a knee, Little present him with HIS belt and lifts his arm to a great applause from the respectful PCW Faithful.

As Whitey Ford holds the title for the first time, the paramedics at ringside are busy dealing with Andy D who is still unconscious following the damage done to him in the final moments of the match, and Eira has rolled out of the ring and is now sat with her head hanging low on the ramp. No matter how much effort she put up, losing the title in such a way has clearly devastated her and a look of complete disbelief and sorrow is written on her face.

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE WINNER AND…. NEW PCW WORLD CHAMPION, WHITEY FORD!

Winner and NEW World Champion: Whitey Ford

The cameras refocus on the ring just as Whitey mounts the corner and holds the title belt aloft with tired arms, and the sky explodes with a cloud of multi-colored confetti. The paper-rain showers Whitey who is too ecstatic to notice and gives the cameraman a ‘Mass Destruction Moment’ by kissing the title belt and holding it over his shoulder where it now belongs. There it sits as the celebrations continue and the cameras fade to black.

-CLICK!-

<sub>Nathan Saniti def. N Saniti
Kelli Starr and Justin Michaels def. The Flying Freebooters; Michaels retains the Genesis Championship
Rick Majors def. Tyler Scott to become the #1 Contender to the North American Championship
Non Compos Mentis def. Murdoc to become the North American Champion
Michael Wryght def. Phinehas Grimm to become the International Champion
Whitey Ford def. Andy D & Eira to become the World Champion

Guys, sorry the show took longer than expected but damn if it hasn't been a long two nights.  First the Streak, then Warrior ... yeah.  Long two nights.  Anywhos, worked all night to get these out to you to read when you wake up.  It's 6 am EST, so my ass is going to bed.  Card will be up sometime tomorrow, so look for it.  Also, a BIG thank you to the mule team and especially Dan (Saniti) for writing a match without being a contracted mule.  Thanks guys!  You're my rock, baby.  Anywhos, if you feel froggy and wanna start a feedback thread, by all means!  Also, NEW GUYS AND GAL!  You will ALL be included on the next card so BE READY.  That is all; good night PCW.</sub>