Trauma 154 Results!

[Murdoc]

Welcome to P.C.W Trauma!  We're well on our way towards Living A Legacy 6, where four determined competitors will battle it out for not ONLY the North American championship ... but a title shot of their choosing ANY time in the next year!  We've already had four competitors advance! Murdoc, Nathan Saniti, Stacy Jones and the runner up in LAST year's tournament, Kelli Starr.  Tonight, we watch as three more fight .... for their right ... to PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARTY.  In the winner's circle, that is.  Let's get right to the action with our opening match of the evening!






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Match One

Singles Match

Gem vs. Tyrone Smith

_{Referee: Melina Cruz}

The otherworldly tones heralding Amira Yamaoka’s “Witchcraft” float eerily over the assembled fans, somber piano notes soon taking up an ethereal, yet disquieting melody as Gem makes her appearance at the top of the ramp. A light percussive beat moves through the music as the lithe competitor makes her way to the ring, the uneasy cheers of the fans making eliciting no response. Rather than a sense of noticing and ignoring the activity around her, Gem carries herself in such a way to make it clear - anything other than her objective is quite simply beneath her notice.

The lights flicker and fade out as the pulsating beats of Dope Star Inc's "10000 Watts of Artificial Pleasure" pops on the PA system. Smoke fills the arena, a lone figure standing in the middle of it all on the stage. All the sudden Crazy Boy comes out of the smoke and pumps a fist in the air, pointing straight at his opponent in the ring and shouting something unintelligible. He walks down the entryway and climbs the ropes of the ring, bouncing around the ropes a few times, Gem watching him professional interest all the while. Crazy Boy pumps his fist in the air one last time and turns to face Gem who sinks into a ready position that looks suspiciously like a martial arts stance. Melina Cruz gives her brief instructions then signals - the bell sounds, and the match begins!

Crazy Boy immediately lunges forward on the offensive, throwing a few experimental blows that They struggle for a moment then break, Gem taking the opportunity to dart forward again, the canny veteran in Crazy Boy sidestepping the attack and jamming a mean elbow into the back of Gem’s head! While Melina Cruz admonishes Crazy Boy, Gem picks herself up and jumps onto the ropes only to launch herself at Crazy Boy’s back, sending both competitors crashing to the mat! Crazy Boy puts a sloppy ankle lock on Gem who twists around like a serpent and drives a savage boot directly into Crazy Boy’s head! Crazy Boy releases her immediately, Gem skittering away to put some distance between herself and her opponent.

Crazy Boy pursues her across the ring, hammering away with raw brute force and following it up with a rough shove that slams Gem back-first against the turnbuckle! Pressing the advantage, Crazy Boy muscles his way towards the corner and lets loose a flurry of blows, Gem dodging the quick punches with the precision agility of a cobra. Ducking up under a wide swing, Gem wraps both arms around the extended limb and throws a sharp knee strike into Crazy Boy’s ribs - and another, and another! Crazy Boy doubles over with gasping coughs, backing away while using his free arm to desperately try and pry Gem off his arm, but the relentless attack continues! No anger at all in the young woman’s face, but it’s clear she’s all business and no bullshit - and Crazy Boy happens to be the order of business for this evening.

Another vicious knee to the ribs and Crazy Boy roars in pain, tearing his arm away and slipping out under the ropes, holding his left side and panting for breath. Cruz looks on in concern as she does the 10-count, the nearby med-tech hovering … Crazy Boy coughing once more and wiping spittle away from his mouth while staring at the blood on his hand for all of two seconds before rolling back into the ring! He sprints across the ring towards his opponent, but Gem is on him in an instant, leveling his charge with a solidly anchored clothesline and wrapping him up in a pin!

...1!

...2!

.. - kickout!

Crazy Boy gets a shoulder up, a rabid look on his face he surges up from the mat, knocking Gem stumbling back with sheer aggression, backing her into a corner with a series of heavy blows, doing his best to literally beat her into submission. Gem struggles forward, trying to gain ground, Crazy Boy giving her just enough maneuvering room to drop her with a vicious spear, slamming her back into the turnbuckle and laying in with knife edged chops! Cruz intervenes, pulling Crazy Boy back and bending forward to check on Gem who narrows her eyes and slithers out of the corner, leaping forward towards Crazy Boy! Locking her legs around Crazy Boy’s midsection she braces both hands against the mat and uses her momentum to slingshot him towards the ropes as she flips forward!

As Crazy Boy tangles awkwardly in the ropes, Gem recovers smoothly from the impressive maneuver and darting towards her opponent, Crazy Boy wrenching himself from the ropes just in time to shoulder into Gem, the two athletes tumbling down to scuffle on the mat! Gem’s superior agility pays off and she manages to extricate himself first, the industry fresh newcomer jumping the gun to attempt a haphazard pin - Crazy Boy responding by aiming a vicious punch straight into Gem’s sternum! Gem is knocked back, and Crazy Boy follows her over, putting all his greater weight and mass into a hold on Gem and going for a pin!

...1!

...2!

...3!

Winner: Tyrone “Crazy Boy” Smith


Crazy Boy abruptly releases Gem and rolls off of her, sliding out of the ring and holding his ribs in obvious discomfort. The med tech moves forward but is waved off, Crazy Boy making his way to the back unaided as Gem quietly collects herself and leaves the ring completely composed.

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Match Two

Singles Match

Icemann Invitational Qualifying Match

Loki vs Cory Steel

_{Referee: Eric Russo}

The arena turns red and black with the crowd growing into cheers, the bells of the song ring, and "Heaven Knows" by The Pretty Reckless plays! Cory Steel emerges from the back with his usual calm demeanor but tonight Cory wears the burden of a bad week his head is wrapped in bandages and two sets of stitches, his black wife-beater is off replaced with an Ace wrap, and his left eye was black and somewhat swollen shut. Cory pauses looking from side to side at the crowd a smile spread across his face when Othello emerges from the back to protect Cory from unwanted guests. The two men then continue down the ramp when from through the crowd three masked men crawl over the barricades, they fall in line behind Cory. The crowd erupts in a chant.

BEAR! BEAR! BEAR!

Cory stops just at the bottom of the ramp just outside the ring and reaches for the top rope pushing the pain in his ribs to the back of his mind and pulls himself upon the ring apron. Othello does the same and opens the ropes for Cory to duck between. The Bear makes his way to his corner shouting to his goons to make sure things run smoothly here tonight.

The arena goes dark as the music begins to play. Lights strobe in time with the music, silhouetting Loki on the stage. As the music picks up, the stage is illuminated in a blast of flame and Loki walks slowly to the ring. Loki walks up the steps to the ring apron and steps between the ropes, circling the interior of the ring with the intensity of a caged animal before lifting his arms into the air as the fans boo.

As the music dies down, Loki retreats to the corner to wait for the match to begin.

The referee calls for the bell and the contest is underway. The two men lock up. Loki gets the initial advantage by kneeing Steel in the stomach. He then breaks free from the lock up and he hits Cory Steel with a dropkick to the knee. Steel collapses to the mat and Loki drops an elbow on him. Loki then pulls Steel up from the mat. Steel suddenly unloads with a big right forearm to the side of Loki’s head! Cory Steel with another forearm now. And another. Loki is staggered. Cory Steel now clotheslines Loki down to the mat as the crowd cheers the move!

Cory Steel pulls Loki up and he hits him with a running power slam. Steel goes for the cover, but he only gets a two-count. Steel pulls his opponent back up and he throws him into he corner. Cory Steel now sets Loki up in the corner and he drives his shoulder into Loki’s midsection. Loki doubles over in pain. Steel grabs him by the head, pulls him out of the corner and hits him with a neckbreaker.

Cory Steel with another cover and Cory Steel gets another two-count.

Steel pulls Loki up once more. He sets him up for a suplex. Loki blocks it and then he reverses the move into a suplex of his own! Cory Steel is dropped down to the mat hard. Loki stands up now. He takes a brief moment to clear the cobwebs from his head. He then shoots a quick glance over his shoulder, perhaps looking for Murdoc?

With Loki momentarily distracted, Cory Steel gets back up to his feet. When Loki turns his attention back to Steel, Steel charges at him and hits him right in the stomach with a vicious spear! The crowd explodes as the move hits and Loki is sent crashing down to the mat. Cory Steel pulls Loki up now. Loki suddenly connects with a right hand to the side of Steel’s head, staggering him. Loki quickly takes advantage and he grabs Steel and hits him with a snap suplex.

Loki goes for the quick cover but he only gets two.

Loki pulls Steel up. He sets him up and drops him back down with a picture-perfect belly-to-belly suplex. Loki then stands up and he drops an elbow onto Cory Steel. He pulls him up once more, positions him and he drives him down to the mat with a release German suplex! Loki goes for the cover but Cory Steel manages to kick out at two, much to the delight of the crowd.

Loki pulls Steel up once more, only to send him crashing back down to the mat with a back drop suplex! Loki gets back to his feet now and Cory Steel uses the ropes to pulls himself back up as well. Loki charges at him as soon as he stands up, nearly taking Cory Steel’s head off with a strong lariat!

The crowd boos as Loki pulls Steel back up to his feet. Suddenly Cory steel explodes on Loki with a series of right and left hands. The crowd cheers louder and louder with every shot as Cory Steel sends Loki staggering.

Cory Steel now kicks Loki in the midsection and he sets him up between his legs. Cory Steel lifts Loki up and he drops him down to the mat hard with a sit out power bomb! Cory Steel with a cover..…

1..…

2.....

And Loki gets his shoulder up! Steel pulls Loki up. Suddenly Loki hits him with a chinbreaker. Loki then gets up and he positions himself behind the stunned Cory Steel. Loki sets Steel up in a full nelson position and he hits him with Baal and the Dragon Suplex!!!

Loki now with a cover:

1..…

2....

And no! Cory Steel gets his shoulder up right before three!

Loki pulls Steel up once more. He Irish whips him off of the ropes. Cory Steel ducks a clothesline and rebounds off of the opposite ropes. As he runs back at Loki, Loki grabs him, sets him up and he delivers Ragnarok!!!

Loki with another cover:

1.…

2..…

… 3!

And that’s it! A three count!

Winner: LoKi

Loki rolling off of Cory Steel, he raises his hand in victory … eyeballing the man he expected the entire time but was nowhere to be found. Throwing a middle finger towards the entrance way, we’re left with a shot of Loki celebrating before we head to our first commercial break of the evening!

[Murdoc]

Match Three

Singles Match

Stacy Jones vs. Nathan Saniti

_{Referee: Steve Shaw}

Psychedelic lights of green and purple brighten the ramp and walkway with no rhyme or reason as ‘White Rabbit’ by Collide plays over the P.A. system. Nathan saunters out of the back as casually as an English Gentleman on a Sunday stroll, cane in hand and hat atop his head. He barely notices the audience reaction. About a third of the way down the ramp, he stops as smoke billows out from underneath him. Just as it envelops him completely, the hat is tossed into the ring where it hovers and begins to spew smoke of its own. As the smoke on the ramp clears, Nathan has disappeared! As the smoke from his hat clears, he appears right there in the center of the ring to await his competition …

… and it isn’t long at ALL before “The Other Side” by Sirenia plays softly through the speakers. As darkness falls in the arena, then the lights go up once more when the music hits harder and ice blue pyrotechnics shoot into the air as Stacy Jones makes her way to the ramp. She keeps her eyes fixated on the ring and tightens her wristbands as she heads down slowly, smiling as she hears the boos and heckles of the crowd. As she approaches the ring, she steps between the ropes and rests against a turnbuckle for a few moments, seeming to wait for the bell to ring to signal the match’s commencement As the referee goes to make the call, Stacy is on the attack! She dashes across the ring and gets the jump on Nathan. Fists and feet flying, she unloads on him as the bell rings.

The referee moves to separate the two as Stacy has backed Nathan into a corner, Nathan covering up from the sudden blitz. Stacy backing off from him at the count of four … Nathan recovers for the briefest of moments before Stacy is back on the attack with a running clothesline. Nathan kneeling in the corner now, Stacy is quick to pull him from his safe spot near the ropes towards a more centralized location. A big mistake for Stacy, as it turns out … Nathan was simply biding his time until he could strike.

And strike he does in a HUGE way! Instantly, his hands clutch onto Stacy’s head and he begins to violently shake. Shaking, shaking … he’s absolutely ANNIHILATING her equilibirum! Making her feel much the same way he was feeling just a moment ago with the barrage of strikes. As he lets her go, Stacy staggers around … wobble-legged and vulnerable. Nathan readies … he’s got her hooked! It looks like he going to go for the Unreality Check! But Stacy is fighting … fighting for all her worth! She manages to stop him from throwing her off-balance and in the process finds herself in a very advantageous position. Mirroring Saniti, Stacy herself flips over Nathan and instead of a DDT … wraps her legs around Nathan’s waist on the descent!

Yanking and forcing Nathan’s arms and shoulder-blades together, a vicious looking submission hold. Walking around, the pain finally forces Nathan to his knees. He’s not stopping, however, walking on his knees towards the ropes … a mighty struggle … can he make it?!

The referee is right there, ready to give the win to Stacy … but at the last moment, Nathan manages drape his neck over the middle rope. Effectively breaking the hold where his hands can’t, the referee begins the arduous process of separating Stacy from Nathan. As a parting shot, Stacy drops an elbow to Nathan’s mid-back … throttling him on the rope. Nathan sputtering and coughing, he rolls quickly out of the ring to catch his breath and perhaps a moment of recuperation. Stacy, however, has other plans and takes off towards the ropes. Without even the assistance of the ropes, she dives over with a HUGE tope!

Nathan having nowhere to go, he manages to side-step at the last moment and adds his own force to the crash … literally forcing Stacy to the floor with unbridled brutality. The dull thud of flesh on concrete is enough to get the front row wincing. Stacy struggling to rise from the floor, Nathan rolls into the ring to continue catching his breath. The referee making the standard count, Stacy manages to make it into the ring by eight … but only just barely. Nathan moves to press the momentum he’s gained.

Stacy crawling towards Nathan, Nathan helps her to her feet … only to drop her with a crisp leg lariat. On the heels of this, Nathan rolls on top of Stacy for a quick pinfall attempt.

1!

2!

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Th-KICKOUT!

First pinfall attempt of the match, and Stacy is NOT going down QUITE that easily. The blonde bombshell has been on QUITE a tear and is looking to CEMENT her place as a credible threat. She’s already turning quite a few heads in her rise and Nathan would love nothing more to convert HER momentum into his OWN. Nathan dragging Stacy to her feet, he whips her into the ropes and snatches her up in a swinging bearhug … wrenching and shaking her. He’s weakening her back … attempting to ground her enough to place the match firmly in his hands.

Stacy’s going limp but she’s got a trick up her sleeve! Clapping her hands behind Nathan’s head, using her forearms to crash into Nathan’s ears. It’s all she can do and it seems to be working. She’s getting more mobility, more leverage … she’s breaking the hold! Stacy finally getting Nathan to release her, she’s using all her stored reserves to take the fight to him! Peppering him with heavy shots, she dashes back into the ropes and bounces off … dropping him with a shoulder tackle!

Off the opposite side, a second one! Again to the ropes, she’s going for a third one … Nathan ducks! He’s behind her now and hooks the arms! This time, Nathan has the element of surprise on his side and flips over her … nestling her head into the crook of his arm and driving her to the mat with a double arm DDT! UNREALITY CHECK for Stacy Jones! Rolling her over, he drapes an arm over her prone body for the pinfall attempt!

1 … !

2 …. Will she kick out!?

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… NO! Stacy Jones with a kickout at the very last possible second! She rejects Nathan’s unreality with HER reality, and the reality is that she’s not DONE yet! As Nathan turns to face the referee, he begins immediately checking to make sure it was a two count. He feels that he DEFINITELY had the victory in the palm of his hand and yet … the referee confirms: it was a two count. Nathan is bewildered. Such fight in this one … and she has one last trick up her sleeve! As Nathan is arguing with the referee, Stacy out of nowhere … out of a dazed and confused state, manages to hook Nathan with an inside cradle! The ref is on the mat!

1!

2!

… 3!

Winner: Stacy Jones

Stacy manages to score the pin in a very closely contested matchup! The crowd is shocked at the surprise ending, but none so shocked as Nathan Saniti! Stacy is quick to roll out of the ring to recuperate and celebrate her win, leaving Nathan in the ring to continue his much LOUDER arguments with the referee as we go to …

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The audience in attendance pops with liveliness as the PCW-Tron flickers on and shows us the backstage area. Cheers get even louder as the camera pans around the relatively empty corridor to find Menace and Jackle of 2Guys high-fiving each other.

Menace: That may have been the best conversation I ever had in my life. That Derek Cosmos guy is alright.

Jackle: I'll say. And it was totally unsuspected too! It wasn't like we seen that he was preparing to make his debut tonight or anything, decided to come to the show unknown to Andy, find the guy walking around before he was ready to go through the curtain, and strike up a conversation with the guy.

Menace: I mean, he just walked up to us and said, “Hi, I'm Derek Cosmos.”

Jackle: I like Galileo Galaxy better.

Menace: Nah, too common. What about Freddy Mercury?

Jackle: We're going to have to think about that one.

Menace: Well, whatever we decide to call him, hopefully this pay for fight stuff works.

Jackle: But we have to remember not to tell Andy.

Menace: Of course not. I'm gorgeous, not a brain surgeon.

Jackle: What?

Menace: …

Before Menace is able to explain, suddenly a production assistant with big poompfy headphones on his head and a clipboard in his hands walks over to the 2Guys.

P.A.: Are either of you two Derek Cosmos?

Jackle: No way. I'm Jackle.

Menace: And I'm Menace.

2Guys: And we're the 2Guys!

P.A.: Cute. But Cosmos, we need him. He's suppose to go out there in two minutes.

Menace: Uh, yeah. I'm sure you'll find him, mate.

P.A.: I hope so. You know how Mr. President is. He's been crazy firing everyone lately.

Menace: Well, good luck!

The production assistant dashes off. Jackle looks at Menace, a look of confusion on his face.

Jackle: Why didn't you tell him Derek took off already?

Menace: We're not even suppose to be here! If we told him, he'd tell the bosses, and then they'd take it out on the Andster. Can't have that happen.

Jackle: True. Well, let's get out of here then.

Menace: Right behind you.

And with that, we're off!

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Match Four

Singles Match

Icemann Invitational Qualifying Match

Tyler Scott vs Justin Michaels

_{Referee: Austin Shaw}

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

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

Move back this wrecking ball,

Rips through the blackest hole,

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

Tyler Scott appears from the curtain, a steely and focused expression across his face. He pauses and takes a moment to adjust the strapping around his wrists. A quick turn of the wrist and crack of the knuckles and Tyler continues his descent down the ramp.

He heads to the ring, climbs through the ropes and walks to the center where he stands and stares intensely into the crowd. He mouths a few obscenities, possibly as provocation to the fans, possibly as encouragement to himself, before beginning his few warm up moves, awaiting the start of the upcoming contest.

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

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

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

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

Having made it to ringside, Stormm patrols around to the opposite side of the ring and gives a salute to the fans as he 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!"

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 bell rings and the two men face off in the ring. Both men, understanding the importance of the Icemann Invitational, look determined. Tyler Scott starts the match on offense, unloading on Stormm with a series of right forearms to the face. The attack catches Michaels off guard and he staggers backwards from the blows.

Scott, looking to get back into the win column here tonight, continues to unload on Stormm. He backs him into the corner and then he drives his knee into the stomach of Justin Michaels. Michaels doubles over and Tyler Scott hits him with an uppercut. Tyler Scott then grabs Stormm and he Irish whips him across the ring. Stormm hits the opposite turnbuckle hard.

Scott charges at him, but Stormm ducks out of the way at the last second and Tyler Scott hits the turnbuckles chest-first. Stormm quickly takes advantage and he grabs Scott from behind. He then hits him with a belly-to-back suplex. Justin Michaels gets back up to his feet and he drops an elbow on Tyler Scott. He goes for a quick cover and Tyler Scott kicks out at one.

Stormm pulls Scott back to his feet. He sets him up and sends him back down to the mat with a Russian leg sweep. Stormm goes for another cover and again Tyler Scott kicks out at one.

Stormm pulls Tyler Scott up once more. He Irish whips Scott off of the ropes and then charges at him with a clothesline. Scott ducks the clothesline and rebounds off of the opposite ropes. As Michaels turns around, Scott leaps up and he hits him with a dropkick. Both men are down on the mat now.

They both slowly get to their feet. Tyler Scott quickly realizes that this is his chance to get some momentum in this match and his recent career and he leaps at Stormm, hitting him with a diving clothesline. Justin Michaels hits the mat.

Scott pulls him up. He then sets Stormm up for a cradle shock DDT! Stormm breaks free before Scott and hit the move and he drops down to the mat behind Scott. Stormm then wraps his left arm around Tyler Scott's neck, and leans him backwards. From there, Stormm grabs a hold of Scott's tights with his free right hand and he lifts him off of the mat. Justin Michaels then falls backwards, bringing Tyler Scott with him and he plants Scott's head and neck onto the mat with a big Hangcloud DDT!

Justin Michaels now goes for the cover... and Tyler Scott kicks out just before three!

Stormm wastes no time though. He pulls Scott up and sets him up in a suplex position, with his left arm over the back of Scott's head and Scotts's left arm over his left shoulder. Stormm then grabs Tyler Scott's left leg, lifting it up close to his own torso. Justin Michaels then lifts Tyler Scott up into the cradle suplex position. Stormm then jumps a little, twirls about two hundred and seventy degrees, and falls on his stomach while Tyler Scott is forced to land on his neck, shoulders, and upper back.

Following a HUGE Force of Nature, Stormm goes for the cover.... and he gets three!

Winner: Justin “Stormm” Michaels

[Murdoc]

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Eira makes her way through the well-lit corridors leading from her dressing room towards the backstage commons area, paying little attention to anything around her. Deftly sidestepping the arena staff and handlers scurrying about, her gaze directed downwards as though deep in thought. Coming to a crossroards in the hallways, she moves to step around yet another humanoid obstacle only to find her way deliberately blocked. Annoyed, her eyes flick up to the face of the man in front of her, taking a large step back as she recognizes none other than PCW's World Champion: Whitey Ford.

He flashes a toothy grin as he gives a small laugh, not bothering to hide his amusement at Eira's surprise. Whitey takes another drag off the cigarette he holds in his left hand, his right hand stuffed deep in his pocket as he leans heavily against the wall with the same shoulder. "Don't worry, you're fine. I'm not gonna do anything crazy or anything. All I wanted to do was wish you good luck. And to say congratulations." Ford shifts his weight and places his back against the wall now, motioning with an arm that Eira was free to pass. Crossing her arms, Eira stares up at him with thinly veiled dislike, wordlessly declining his generous offer of safe passage.

"Congratulations for what?"

"For being put back into the right division!"

Whitey gives a good laugh, obviously proud of himself. Using the arm he had offered passage with, he whirls a hand around in the direction of the arena itself.

"Now you and Kelli and Stacy, Gem, Justin Michaels, Eden, and anyone else with a vagina can duke it out over who's the prettiest." Another laugh, and Whitey stands upright in the middle of the hallway. His voice lowers just a tad, a subtle reminder of his volatile nature. "You had a good run, toots, but I'm glad you know where your place is now."

Tilting her head like a wolf assessing a rabbit, Eira's lips curve into a smile. "Well aren't you just precious. Tell me, how many hours of scrolling through 4chan did it take you to come up with that? Or do you just prefer to take your witty repartee from the edifying graffiti on bathroom stalls?" Arms falling to her sides, she takes a step forward. "I know where my place is, and while I hate to crush the imagination of someone with special needs, I'm afraid I'm going to end your reign of playing Pretty Princess Dress Me Up with the World Title belt."

Whitey's eyebrows raised. "I don't know what 4chan is, don't know what about 70% of the words you said mean, and I don't need the World Title to be pretty. And if I had gotten my witty rep...report...witty fuckin' joke off a bathroom stall, it probably would have been something you wrote." He takes a step forward, flicking the still burning cigarette directly at the chest of Eira. "I heard about how much time you spent in truck stop bathroom stalls in your hooking days."

Stabbing a finger into Whitey's sternum, Eira's characteristically icy attitude cracks, eyes narrowed and glaring straight up into his smug face. "YOU are the problem here. All the intellectual acuity of a mentally delayed howler monkey paired with hamfisted, brute strength. I'll admit that I'm not exactly the nicest person whose ever walked this earth, but I'll be goddamned if you aren't a low, slimy little bastard whose ass I can't wait to kick." Antipathy carved into her features now, she rants on, pale cheeks reddening with ire. "Did it EVER occur to you, even once, in that vacuous space between your ears I generously refer to as your mind, that we could just as easily do this on a professional level?"

"No, it hadn't. Not even in the slightest."

Whitey's smile broadens from ear to ear, and he shoves Eira on the shoulder. Nothing to even jar her from her stance, but just annoying enough to 'poke the bear.' With his head leaning down to get closer to eye level and his shoulders loose and swaying as he punctuates everything he says with a hand gesture, Whitey Ford is the perfect image of a bully. "All I wanted to do was say good luck, but you had to be a cunt about it. Did it ever occur to YOU, even once, in that ego inflated space underneath your ridiculous white hair that's filled with nothing but big words and euphemisms and otherwise a vast nothingness..."

He leaned in as close as he could then, placing his hands on his knees and speaking in oozingly condescending and calm tone.

"...that you're out of your league even speaking to me? You're letting PCW's resident asshole get under your skin, and I haven't even started fucking TRYING yet. For such a small little girl who claims she's intelligent, I've already beaten you physically, and you're losing the battle of the minds to a man who can't pronounce 'repartee.'"

Barely resisting the urge to punch Whitey in the face he so thoughtfully moved closer, Eira abandons her attempts at remaining calm. "You didn't beat me physically, you daft fuck. If I recall, you pinned Andy, not me. You had another entire person in that ring to do some damage and distract for you - so let's see how this shit goes down one on one, shall we? If all you can seem to focus on is the fact that I have a vagina instead of that charmingly vulnerable yet visually revolting meat sack you've got dangling between your legs, that's all the information I need." Getting right in Whitey's face, Eira's clawed hand goes to the base of his throat. "All that tells me is that you're scared, little boy. Which means that maybe... just MAYBE... you're not as dumb I think you are."

Ford tears her hand away from his throat, that volatile anger flashing in his eyes. Barely keeping his cool himself, he snarls back savagely in response; "I'm sorry, I didn't hear any of that. I was staring at your tits."

Eira's face twists in angry revulsion, her arm cocking back to swing - but the strike is halted at a dead stop! A heavy hand around her wrist sternly guides her arm back down to her side, a large figure interposing himself between Whitey Ford and herself.

"You are above this." The rumbling voice seems to dial Eira's rage back a notch or two as Murdoc stares down at Ford, expression unreadable behind the metal mask. "But I might not be."

"I KNOW!" Whitey's voice instantly changes into one of friendly banter. "All I was trying to do was wish her good luck in her Women's Division match and she got all butthurt. See, Eira, even Murdoc is taking my side. 'Doc, if you wanna take her out back and teach her a lesson, go ahead. I'll be the bigger man and not fight." The silence afterwards is all Ford needs to know that his joking is falling on deaf ears, and his tag partner for the night isn't impressed.

"...You were talking to me, right?"

More silence, and Whitey could feel that inevitable moment where he'd have to back down coming up very swiftly. That is, until a very large hand clamps down on his shoulder. Johnny Veigns stands behind the PCW World Champion. Imposing, yes, but probably still not the odds Ford would want. The quiet tension remains for a few moments longer, but Whitey breaks it by shouldering his way in between Murdoc and Eira, calmly making his escape down the hallway and patting Murdoc on the back as he passed.

"See you out there later tonight...partner." Veigns follows in suit, but takes a long second to give a cold stare at Murdoc before passing by, following his employer.

****

Match Five

Singles Match

Kelli Starr vs. Eira

_{Referee: Marcos Cruz}

As the rapid harpsichord music of Emilie Autmn’s ‘Syringe’ sounds over the PCW loudspeakers, all the arena lights go out save for delicately strobing green lights at the stage area.

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

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

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

Completely ignoring everything and everyone around her, Eira stares straight ahead, her gaze fixed on the ring with a malevolent intensity. Reaching ringside, Eira slowly ascends the stairs and walks to mid-apron ... wiping her feet on the apron before slipping between the ropes to enter. Swinging her long, silvery white braid behind her, she remains absolutely still and waits with predatory focus for the match to begin.

Marco Cruz rings the bell and we’re underway!

The girls circle each other from the bell toll, neither one giving the other an advantage here as they stare into each other’s eyes, waiting for the right moment to strike. They lock up and fight for leverage, hands clasped as they fight to see who is the stronger of the two. Eira pushed Kelli backwards, shoving her into the ring ropes. Kelli bounces off of them and goes for a clothesline but Eira ducks it, slides underneath and turns to face Kelli, getting ready to run at her. She does so as Kelli turns round and gets Eira’s fist to the face as she gives Kelli a big uppercut knocking her back to the ropes once more.

Kelli growls with frustration and watches as Eira turns to look out into the crowd. Moments pass and Eira turns back to face Kelli but a moment too late as Kelli charges her with a SPEAR! Quick and with great power, Kelli slams her shoulder into the stomach of Eira, winding her and sending her flat on her back on the canvas. Dollface swiftly takes the opportunity to get behind her and climb the turnbuckle in the corner of the ring. As Eira gets to her feet, Kelli jumps down with a Sugar High from the top of the turnbuckle, knocking Eira back to the canvas.

As Kelli tries to pick Eira up to continue her onslaught, Eira punches her in the gut and gets to her feet, she pushes forward with a volley of muay thai kicks and body shots, well placed knees to the stomach taking Kelli by surprise with her guard down until she was backed into a corner, gasping as she was winded.

Eira climbs the ropes, fighting with Kelli as she pushed her head between her legs and flipped herself backwards, delivering a textbook frankensteiner to the dazed Starr, laughing out loud at the devastation she has laid out on the canvas. She kneels down behind the fallen Dollface and straddles her back as the crowd go wild with anticipation knowing what was coming. Eira grabs the wrists of Kelli Starr and locks in Purgatory, causing Kelli to scream out with pain as Eira pulled back, putting serious pressure on the lower back of Dollface. Grinning maniacally, Eira pulled and pulled, desperately hurting Kelli, desperate to hear her quit, to give up but no, Kelli fought back, trying to wriggle her way free of Eira’s grip and kicking up her feet to strike at her own lower back. Finally, with a struggle, Kelli managed to wriggle out of the grasp of her opponent and flipping Eira off of her, slowly getting to her feet as Eira unleashed another torrent of knees to the stomach.

Grabbing Eira’s knee, Kelli tripped her and straddled her waist, laying into Eira with a series of punches, Lou Thesz style before getting to her feet before smiling to the crowd and hitting the Banana Split on Eira, laying on top of her and lifting her leg for the pinfall….

1….

2….

KICKOUT!

Near fall there as Kelli goes to pull Eira to her feet but Eira swiftly rolls her into a small package…

1…..

2…..

KICKOUT!

As both get to their feet, Kelli looks shocked and irritated and stomps towards Eira, going to grasp at her hair but Eira knees her in the gut once more, doubling her over in pain as she pushes the head of Dollface down, jumping and hitting a hurricanrana, sending the fan favourite to the mat once more, laying on top for the pinfall. Marco Cruz drops to his knees to make the count.

1……

2…..

KICKOUT!

A fraction before the count of three, Kelli kicks out with a vengeance, rolling to the side of the ring and out to the mat outside, holding the back of her neck, nursing a possible injury and getting her breath back. She slides back into the ring and goes to run at Eira with a spear to take her off guard but Eira grabs her by the hair and hurls her to the mat for the takedown!

As Eira goes to capitalize on the sudden shift of momentum … a boo can be heard rising from the masses. Eira follows the sound to the ramp where JOHNNY VEIGNS can be seen making his way to the ring! Eira’s watching the man like a hawk … eyes blazing with fury. She knows Whitey is around … but where? It doesn’t matter as Kelli is quick to capitalize from behind! A quick shot to the back of the head, but Eira nimbly dances around the side of Kelli and drops, rolling her up!

1!

2!

… NO!

Kelli kicks out of the pin attempt and forces Eira of and into the ropes … right into Johnny Veigns who is waiting with a set of brass knuckles. The sharp impact enough to stagger Eira, Eira turns and comes face-to-face with the Candygram, knocking Eira flat to the floor. Kelli looks down in shock as she sees the impact of what she’d done but quickly got down and covered the former World Champion.

1…….

2……..

3……..

Winner: Kelli Starr

Kelli kneeling in the middle of the ring, her hand raised by the referee … she’s in shock. She’s managed to knock off BOTH of the Untouchables in back-to-back contests! Johnny Veigns is standing at ringside, savoring his hand in the affair. But from the back comes a fairly irate Whitey Ford. He’s mouthing off to Veigns and begins leading the man back towards the dressing room as we go to a quick word from one of our sponsors.

****

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Match Six

Tag Team Match

'The Asshole' Whitey Ford (World ©) & Murdoc vs. Andy D & Grimm

_{Referee: Joseph Buckland}

The intro of 'Are You Not Entertained' hits out on the PA system, and when it asks for everybody to scream the crowd goes crazy and Andy appears from the back. As he heads towards the ring, he slaps hands with as many people of the crowd as he can. Approaching the ring, Andy slides under the bottom rope before running up to a random turnbuckle, hopping up to the second turnbuckle and motioning for the crowd to cheer loudly. Andy jumps down and removes his bucket hat, placing it on the metal part of the turnbuckle in his corner before standing ready for the match, the crowd cheering wildly for the perennial fan favorite as he awaits the rest of the participants.

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.

The crowd’s cheers for Grimm and Andy D. lapse into a wave of hushed murmurs as Audiomachine’s “Xerxes” kicks in over the PCW loudspeakers. The steady thump of the bass fills the arena like a heartbeat. And it's on one of these thumps that the lights go out, plunging the crowd into total darkness with a complete blackout as the music continues it’s relentless march. A blackout that can only mean ONE thing...

BOOM!!

...the final pulse of bass explodes and the lights flash back on to find Murdoc standing in the ring! Turning to his immediate left, he goes to one of the far corners to remove his entrance robe and begins stretching out in anticipation for the start of the match.

The southern style guitars play over the PA system as strobelights and the PCWtron flash white light to the beat of the bass drum. When the music picks up a bit...nothing happens? The crowd’s assorted noises begin to fade towards confusion, the glint of light off metal as Murdoc’s mask in the ring, the man turning to face the ramp. As Bobaflex’s “Bad Man” continues to play through the loudspeakers, a staff member can be seen scurrying forward, signaling for the music to be cut. He reaches Joseph Buckland, leaning forward and whispering a few words, Buckland then patting the backstage tech on the shoulder and moving to Murdoc. The massive man leans towards the referee, body language unreadable as he processes whatever information he’s being given. He nods, Buckland asking one more question with Murdoc nodding once more in response as the referee confers with Mark Long for a moment, Mark lifting the mic to his lips.

“Whitey Ford has been ruled a no-show for this match, as he is unwilling OR unable to answer the call!

The crowd boos heavily here.

"However, Murdoc has agreed to continue with the match, now a 2 on 1 handicap match!” 

The crowd pops with applause and enthusiasm for the show to come as Buckland slides out of the ring and signals for the bell. Grimm steps between the ropes and takes up a stance on the outside as Andy D. moves forward to be the first legal man.

Match Six

2-v-1 Handicap Match

Murdoc v Andy D. & Grimm

_{Referee: Joseph Buckland}

The bell sounds, and the match begins! Murdoc charges forward on the offensive, dropping Andy D to the mat with an axe handle as Grimm stares watchfully from the apron. Murdoc is quick to press the attack, laying a grinding stomp on Andy’s back before dragging him to his feet and putting him right back down with a hard right! Murdoc goes to wrap Andy D. up, but the more agile competitor snakes his way out of it, twisting them both around to fire mounted punches into Murdoc’s torso! Murdoc arches his back and twists, throwing Andy aside, Andy quick to kip up to his feet! As Murdoc begins to gain vertical ground, Andy begins to pepper the rising Murdoc with lightning fast kicks before stepping into him and hitting a dropkick that sends Murdoc tumbling to the mat!

Andy D darts in, attempting a leg drop on fallen Murdoc - only to be shoved away by a swipe of one arm. Andy staggers back and slips through the ropes to the apron as Murdoc finally gains his feet, a springboard from Andy D, taking out the looming superstar with a crossbody block! Both men go down hard, but Andy pops to his feet, and the Faithful go INSANE! Murdoc makes his first attempt to stand, but a crisp spinning heel kick drops him back to the mat. Andy uses his momentum, rolling through the kick, rebounding off the ropes and back across, ricocheting himself one more time off the ropes to launch himself straight at the rising Murdoc and attempts an enziguri - but Murdoc ducks it! As Andy's boot flies overhead, it becomes locked firmly in Murdoc’s grasp, halting Andy's momentum at a dead stop in midair before slamming him to the mat! Murdoc twists around to wrap Andy up tight and goes for a pin!

...1!

...- kickout!

Andy D. manages to break the hold, rolling quickly under the ropes and tagging Grimm into the match! The Horror of Hangtown steps in and faces down the masked monster, arguably the two most intimidating Pure Class Wrestling superstars in a staring contest where neither man blinks - until they simultaneously break and charge towards each other! Murdoc is quick to get in close with Grimm, tying him up. Grimm seems expects this maneuver, and responds with a vicious headbutt, the impact rocking Murdoc who resolutely maintains his grip on Grimm until a second headbutt forces him to break the hold!

Quickly he drops down on top of Grimm, but the wily veteran knows better than to let Murdoc take it to the mat, and quickly rolls to the side. Both men regain their feet, both angling to stay out of each others’ grasp. Murdoc is first to break the stalemate, quickly darting in with a running clothesline, but Grimm ducks! Murdoc keeps going though and rebounds off the ropes and delivers a running European uppercut right into Grimm’s jaw - but instead of being laid out, Grimm retaliates with a brutally powerful hard right of his own! The two cold, calculated wrestlers trade strikes, blow for savage blow until both are clearly rattled.

Suddenly, the crowd’s noises surge to a fever pitch, and someone can be seen tearing down the ramp towards the ring! Loki hits the ring running, vaulting over the top rope into a beautiful flying clothesline that levels both Murdoc and Grimm! Grabbing Murdoc by the hair, Loki drags him to his feet …. but Murdoc twists in the rough grip and fires a sternum-crushing uppercut directly into Loki’s chest! The impact from the sheer power of the strike sends Loki flying up and back - and over the top rope! Andy D and Grimm saved from a disqualification loss thanks to Murdoc’s quick-thinking …

Murdoc turns around with a stagger to meet the Andy D. - flying across the ring towards him! The PCW fan favorite releases a flurry of rapid strikes that keep Murdoc well at bay, staggering the giant with a few vicious kicks to the knee. Andy D. darts across the ring and hops to the top of the nearest turnbuckle, flipping over his opponent and grabbing Murdoc’s head, bringing them both crashing down to the mat! Murdoc seems out for the count, Andy D. rolling him up for a pin attempt!

...1!

...2!

...3!

Winner: Andy D and Grimm

The crowd explodes into cheers as Andy D. makes the pin and ends the match, Grimm holding the back of his head but standing tall as he watches. Andy immediately rolls off Murdoc, who is already beginning to struggle upwards, both Andy and Grimm making their way to the back - as Loki re-enters the ring! Within seconds he’s on Murdoc like a rabid animal with a series of strikes, worrying away at the larger, already fatigued man. PCW security comes flooding out from the back towards the one-sided brawl in the ring as the feed switches to commercial!

[Murdoc]

Main Event

Singles Match

Icemann Invitational Qualifying Match

'Mr. Showtime' Michael Wryght (International ©) vs. Rick Majors

Referee: Tyrone Little

Welcome back from our last commercial and our MAIN EVENT of the evening!

The lights go out. Suddenly the sound of guitars pierce through the silence. A spotlight shines on the entrance. The crowd starts to murmur. As the guitars get louder, Rick Majors appears in the entrance way, the spotlight directly on him and no one else. Majors pauses in the entrance way for a moment.

Majors looks down briefly. He then shakes his head, breathes deeply and stares out at the crowd.

["You drink the wise blood
You're gonna hear about it
You'll be taken down brick by brick by brick
Burn the orphanage
You're gonna pay for it
They will purify block by block by block"]

Majors stands at the top of the ramp, looking out around the arena.

["'Demons
Come on
You've got a vision
You're on a mission
Demons
Live on
And when I die, hang me high"]

Majors then slowly walks down to the ring, as the spotlight follows him.

Majors climbs the ring steps and pauses. He turns towards the crowd, standing on the ring apron.

["They're gonna bury you
They're gonna finish
They're gonna stand em up six by six by six
You pull the hood back
I wanna know
Which way will the heavenly go?

Taken down, taken down, taken down"]

He enters the ring, still only lit by the spotlight. He then stands in the center of the ring, looking out towards the crowd. He slowly starts to circle the ring, stretching and loosening up his body.

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

And you will answer to no one else but me"]

The lights in the arena then come back on as Majors circles the ring, awaiting the start of the match.

‘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. However, instead of the typical robe and the anything-BUT-typical Perfection by his side, out comes a MUCH different Michael Wryght than we have known in the past. 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 ... just a conflicted looking man sliding into the ring in order to do what some would argue he does best:: put on a show.

Wryght and Majors are staring holes through each other. Wryght is looking the best of his career in the ring, from most perspectives but Rick Majors has been on an INCREDIBLE roll since Mass Destruction (Plug: Buy it on DVD NOW!) and looks to further his success with a berth into the quarter-finals of the Icemann Invitational Tournament. The fans can wait no longer …

… and Tyrone Little will let them wait NO LONGER!

The bell rings and we’re officially underway!

Wryght and Majors both begin to circle slowly, knowing that even the SLIGHTEST mistake could ultimately lead to a loss. These two in the ring, these grizzled veterans, you have to believe they’ve prepared mentally AND physically for the show. There’s no way that such high stakes would escape their notice. As much as one tries to tell themselves that it’s just another match … THIS match? One can’t get away with such a dismissive attitude. This is for a chance at ALL the marbles and the very World Championship! Can Showtime move on towards becoming the World Champ once again, or will it be Rick Majors who cements is legacy as a LEGEND in the business?!

The crowd is chanting ‘This Is Awe-Some!’ before anything has even taken PLACE! They can feel the intensity in that ring, just WAITING to erupt. Just the slightest spark can trigger – – and there it is! A heavy punch from Rick Majors! The impact rocks Showtime, but not enough to keep him from retaliating with his own right hand! Here we go! The two men trading heavy blows in the middle of the ring, it’s Showtime who manages to get the upper hand for the briefest of moments … dragging Majors to the mat mounting him from the back. Wrenching Majors’ head up with both hands, he’s attacking the neck. A major weak point for Majors thanks to the countless years in the ring, Showtime has scouted well and knows just where to pinpoint.

Majors is fighting like hell, one hand clawing at Showtime’s grip while the other pulls the combined weight of the two competitors towards the ropes. Unable to break the grip, Majors instead breaks the hold by grabbing the bottom rope. The referee is quick to start the five count, whereas Showtime is NOT so quick to relinquish the hold. At four and three-quarters, Showtime breaks the hold and gives a stomp between the shoulder blades for good measure. Majors rolling out under the bottom rope to the apron, he collects himself quickly. Knowing that Showtime would be on him in scant moments, he must be ready.

Showtime, however, doesn’t press the assault. He stands calmly in the middle of the ring, WAITING for Majors to return.

Majors rolling his neck a little, shaking out the limbs … he watches carefully as he goes to enter the ring. Showtime spurs out of the chutes, rushing Majors as he enters. Majors backs out quickly and lets Showtime hit the ropes … avoiding the impact. As Showtime presses against the ropes, Majors drops to the floor outside and hooks a leg. Dragging Wryght to the canvas, he begins to drag Showtime towards the corner post. Maybe he intends to focus on the leg. Whatever his intent, he is unable to carry out the vicious assault thanks to Wryght’s writhing and instead slams the back of the knee down against the edge of the apron.

Holding the leg down by placing a boot on the top of Showtime’s foot, Majors rears back and delivers a violent elbow shot with surgical accuracy to the top of the kneecap. Showtime quickly scrambles away, dragging himself SLOWLY to his feet. He’s favoring that leg, but Majors is moving a little less than briskly thanks to the opening salvo from Showtime. At least it allows for enough time to allow Majors to reenter the ring.

As Majors slides quickly into the ring, Showtime dives at him … throwing caution to the wind as he lands a double axe handle to the back of Rick Majors. Pounding away on the head and neck area, Showtime is relentless in his endeavors. Choosing instead to take a page out of Rick Majors’ playbook … throwing fists and striking instead of a more technically sound approach. Showtime is a jack-of-all-trades in the ring, which is what makes him so dangerous. He can fly, he can brawl … he can wrestle AND he can OUT-THINK you.

Never let it be said that Rick Majors is without his OWN strengths. His unwillingness to back down being equally as notable, it can also be a double-edged sword. The man can take a heap of damage and keep plugging along, but is there a point where Rick Majors simply can’t go anymore? Showtime looks to find that out here tonight, and Majors looks to prove him wrong. The referee interjecting as Showtime looks to not be letting up any time soon, Rick Majors lands a parting kick to the bread-basket of Wryght as he backs away.

Showtime doubling over, Majors pushes himself to his feet and begins to move towards Showtime. Showtime is ready with a thumb to the eye and a stomp to the toes, but Majors is quick to break this thread and lands a beautiful kidney punch. On the other side, Majors fires off an absolutely monstrous roundhouse kick that forces Showtime back against the ropes. Majors pushing him tighter into the strands, he whips him across the ring and waits for Showtime to rebound. However, the rebound never happens as Showtime hooks the top rope … keeping him from dashing into certain pain. Holding tight, he … braces for impact as Majors takes off!

Majors hitting Showtime with a massive lariat, the two fly over the top rope and come crashing down to the ringside floor below. The referee begins the standard ten count as the two men begin to force their way to standing. Majors being the one delivering the clothesline, he’s the first to his feet and immediately begins to pull himself into the ring once more. However, Showtime is quick to grab the ankle and drag Majors back outside … taking his place in trying to enter the ring.

Majors refuses to allow this and drags Wryght out by the ankle now. The two men jockeying for the chance, it finally comes to blows on the outside. Neither man is able to get enough of an upper-hand to make his way into the ring undeterred … so fuck it, let’s fight outside the ring, hey? The two trade shots until Majors hooks an arm and whips Showtime towards the ringside barricade. Showtime dashing towards the barrier, he takes a HUGE leap and lands a picture-perfect landing on the barricade. However …

… the knee. The injured knee is enough to throw him off-balance and cause him to topple into the first row. The impact lessened thanks to his quick thinking, Showtime rolls through a row of chairs but amazingly, is already moving to his feet. Majors nodding at the chance, he begins to make his way back to the ring and the referee … who is motioning for the time keeper to prepare to ring the bell.

And IN THAT MOMENT, Showtime has thrown a folded chair directly at Rick Majors. Stopping him from entering the ring, the referee turns back only to see Majors falling back to the floor and the loud clang of metal on concrete. The count is NOT broken and we’re at six. Showtime climbing gingerly over the barricade, he makes his way over to the fallen Majors. By the time he’s made it to his opponent, the ref is at eight. The crowd is on the edge of their seats as the two are dueling again.

9.

A very hotly contested matchup! Can either man get the upper hand?! The two realize that they are treading VERY dangerous waters and immediately roll into the – -

10.

– – ring.

The two are on their knees, duking it out with reckless abandon as the bell rings to signal the end of the match.

Winner: Draw; Double Count-Out

Paying no attention to the jeers from the crowd or the sharp metallic clang of the timekeeper’s bell, Majors and Showtime continue to fight tooth-and-nail near the ropes. A vicious brawl with NO end in sight, referees and security come pouring out of the back to try and separate these two as we end a highly explosive episode of P.C.W. Trauma. TUNE IN NEXT WEEK!

-CLICK!-

<sub>Tyrone Smith def. Gem
LoKi def. Cory Steel
Stacy Jones def. Nathan Saniti
Justin Michaels def. Tyler Scott
Kelli Starr def. Eira
Andy D & Grimm def. Murdoc
Michael Wryght & Rick Majors is ended via double count-out

Great work everyone!  Mules, as always: you rule.  Plus, let's all thank our newest Mule Team Member: Stacy Jones!  Welcome aboard, lass!  RPers, great work on everyone one of the pieces.  Our quality continues to go up and up thanks to YOU guys!  A new card is coming out tonight with some words from Mr. President, as well as a recap show being posted sometime tomorrow.  Keep an eye out for it!   8-)</sub>