Trauma 181 Results: All Hallows' Eve Special

[Rick Majors]

Tuesday November 3rd, 2015 The arena is completely black as Marilyn Manson's version of "This is Halloween" plays. Suddenly an orange glow fills the PCW Arena. Seated at ringside are Jerry Andrews and Ace Anderson.... possibly. More accurately, seated at ringside are a lion and a terrifying clown. However, when they speak, it's obvious that these two characters are in fact the PCW announce team. Jerry Andrews: Welcome to Trauma everyone and Happy Halloween! Ace Anderson: Ummm... I'm having fun and all, but wasn't Halloween on Saturday? It's Tuesday. Jerry Andrews: Sure, but our show doesn't air on Saturdays. Ace Anderson: Yeah, but there was the last episode before Halloween and.... Jerry Andrews: Don't ruin this. Ace Anderson: Okay! We've got a great show for you tonight folks! It's going to be filled with action! Jerry Andrews: So much action in fact that the competitors for our first match are already in the ring! The action turns to the ring where Braddock, Ezra Blackstone and Michael Aaron Rickson Craig are awaiting the start of the match. Witch Ring Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, the following "Cemetery Gates" triple threat match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first.... *STOMP*CLAP* the ominous beat starts quietly. Alternating stomps and claps reminiscent of a church sermon. "God's Gonna Cut You Down" delivers the Dillinger brothers straight from Hangtown. Some of their Brothers and Sisters in the crowd stomp and clamp along as Sadistic is out first, a black glove on his right hand. Grimm isn't far behind, his left hand covered in an identical black glove. The Dillingers make their way to the ring, seemingly unaware of the crowd's reaction. Phinehas climbs the to the second turnbuckle, his arms at his side as his expressionless gaze surveys the crowd. Sadistic does the same on the opposite corner. Jerry Andrews: What on earth are the Hangtown Horrors doing here? Ace Anderson: These two are on a collision course for the PCW Championship, but it looks like they're on the same page tonight. Jerry Andrews: Sure, but why are they..... Jerry Andrews doesn't get a chance to finish as Grimm suddenly clotheslines MARC down to the mat. At the same time, Ezra Blackstone meets the same fate courtesy of Sadistic. Braddock hesitates for a minute, but then he attacks Grimm from behind. He gets a few shots in, but eventually Sadistic tackles him from behind. Grimm rises to his feet and he pulls Braddock up, sending him back down with the Harvest. Sadistic isn't done yet. He pulls Braddock up once more and hits him with the Sadistic DDT. He then kicks Braddock's motionless body under the bottom rope and out of the ring. As he does, Grimm hits both MARC and Blackstone with a double clothesline. Jerry Andrews: Why are they doing this!? Sadistic leaves the ring and he returns with two steel chairs. Ace Anderson: Oh no. Sadistic throws one to Grimm and keeps one for himself. Grimm clocks MARC with a chair as he tries to stand up. Sadistic does the same to Blackstone. Now Grimm places his chair around MARC’s neck and Sadistic places his around MARC’s right leg. Jerry Andrews: No! NO! Ace Anderson: Why isn't anyone stopping this!? Billy Sadistic and Grimm now ascend the turnbuckles on opposite sides of the ring. Snap. Crackle. Pop. MARC screams in pain. Billy Sadistic laughs as he removes the chairs from Craig's broken body. He then sets them up on Ezra Blackstone. Jerry Andrews: Oh come on now! Ace Anderson: Seriously, security, somebody, ANYBODY stop this! Snap. Crackle. Pop. The Hangtown Horrors look at one another and smile. Somewhat surprisingly, a decent portion of the crowd applauds their work. Jerry Andrews: Look at the chaos these two have left behind as they leave the ring. Why did they do this!? Ace Anderson: I think it was a statement. The brothers are united, title match or not. Grimm and Sadistic leave the ringside area and walk to the back. Finally, EMTs rush out. Craig and Blackstone are seriously injured in the ring. Braddock is slowly trying to stand outside the ring. Jerry Andrews: Wait... now what is going on down at ringside!? It appears someone has either come from out of the crowd or from somewhere else and is making for Braddock in a hurry! Ace Anderson: It’s Bubba Reece, he just crawled out from under the ring! Was he there this whole time?!? Jerry Andrews: NO WAY! He must have come from the crowd… Ace Anderson: NO I saw him roll out from under the ring and stand up! Suddenly from behind Braddock’s manager begins to call out but is cut short as Bubba throws him out of the way. Grabbing Braddock under an outstretched arm and locking his hands together, one over, and one under each arm Bubba lifts a surprised Braddock into the air and brings him down in a vicious Tazplex onto the concrete arena floor. Ace Anderson: OH MY GOD! Did you hear that thud? I think that was Braddock’s head hitting the concrete! Jerry Andrews: This is too much! I think I’m going to throw up! Where’s the trash can?” Standing up and dusting his hands together as if cleansing them of some impurity The Ragin Redneck looks down at his crumpled rival, nodding once he smiles to the crowd and high fives a few fans as he leaves the area by way of the back curtain. CEMETERY GATES Underground Rules Triple Threat Match Braddock vs Ezra Blackstone vs Michael Aaron Rickson Craig Referee: Gravedigger Referee Winner: No Contest Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, we are back and it's been a ridiculous night already, and not just because we're wearing these costumes! Ace Anderson: PCW always seems to have more than its fair share of the uncanny going on, between the talents - Jerry Andrews: Grimm, NCM, Sadistic, Murdoc, Eira... Ace Anderson: - between the talents and the sheer amount of savagery seen in the ring. Still, ‘tis the season I suppose! The crowd looks to the entrance way as “Black Widow” by In This Moment roars out and they know who is coming out from backstage and they start booing loudly almost drowning out the music. Alexa Black steps through the curtain her face lit up with a wicked smile by her side on the left is her manager Orin Boyd and on her right her huge bodyguard Lashawnda Tyson. She walks slowly down the ramp as the booing intensifies as the PCW faithful don't hold back their hatred of this evil woman. She mocks the crowd and badmouth fans on the way using various profanity which has to be bleeped out. She sees a kid at ringside and rips up his sign with a laugh. Ace Anderson: You know, you’d think they’d stop letting her do that. As she continues to walk down to the ring as the crowd grows louder and louder so even the announcers can't get a word in over the booing. She reaches the ring and Alexa climbs up on the ring apron. The music fades out as Alexa stays in the ring waiting for her next victim while Orin and Lashawnda remain at ringside in her corner for the match. Ace Anderson: I see they didn’t throw trash this time. Jerry Andrews: Arena security is really cracking down on that kind of thing. Not everyone has the arm of a pro baseball player, and some of the closer fans were getting pelted with all kinds of nastiness from rows further back. Ace Anderson: I did hear about that one incident, something about a full diaper...? Jerry Andrews: Trust me, that’s all you want to know about that incident. The lights flicker and fade out as the pulsating beats of Dope Star Inc's "10000 Watts of Artificial Pleasure" pops on the PA system. Smoke fills the arena as a figure stands in the middle of it. All the sudden, Crazy Boy comes out of the smoke and pumps a fist in the air. He walks down the entryway and climbs the ropes of the ring. He bounces around the ropes a few times, pumps his fist in the air one last time and waits for his opponents. Ace Anderson: There’s seems to be a bit of tension building between Crazy Boy and Alexa lately... Jerry Andrews: Between her and anyone else she interacts with, you mean? Ace Anderson: I’m just wondering if it’s gonna play into this match. Guns N’ Roses’ "Welcome to the Jungle" tears out over the PCW loudspeakers, heralding the next entrant as Jule “The Wasp" Martins appears onstage. The Wasp may be a bit older, but he certainly likes to get right into things. The fans may not like him, but he loves the attention. When they boo him, he soaks in it and they usually start as he comes to the ring, the lights flickering on and off. He walks tall and quickly and motions for the fans to get even louder, even though they are booing. He hops over the ropes and goes straight to a corner and climbs the turnbuckle and gives the fans the finger, as the booing has usually reached a deafening level. Jerry Andrews: You know, part of me is impressed that he and Tide have been together so long. Ace Anderson: Well, as a tag team they do well. Jerry Andrews: True enough. I just wonder how long a run they’re going to get. The brash swagger of Alestorm’s ”You are a Pirate” comes rollicking over the soundwaves as the lights dim to almost nothing. With very little lighting and effects that simulate lightning, High Tide (in a pirate outfit) walks down the ramp slightly crouched over, as if he was sitting. He holds a large pirate flag in one hand, and in the other he is imitating steering a ship. He does this until he gets to the ring where he motions dropping and anchor and proceeds to hop on to the turnbuckle and dive headfirst over the ropes, rolling into a standing position. Then he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and pulls out a spyglass, looking around at the audience. He mimics loading a cannon and as he motions firing it, he jumps off the turnbuckle into the ring (to imitate recoil) as fireworks shoot from all four turnbuckles. Ace Anderson: And here’s Tide to complete the set! Looks like the referee is already giving them the opening remarks... or just standing there staring at them, I really can’t tell. Jerry Andrews: I’m not about to go ask. KILLING FLOOR Tag Team Match The Sea Men [Wasp (Underground ©) & High Tide] vs Crazy Power [Alexa Black & Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith] Referee: Hockey Mask Referee The bell rings, Crazy Boy and and Wasp ready to go as the eerie referee shuffles back to give the competitors room - and the match is on! Crazy Boy and Wasp quickly begin circling each other. They lock up and Wasp backs Crazy Boy into the corner. Wasp quickly hits a few knife edged chops then whips his opponent across the ring. Wasp quickly follows and hits him with a big clothesline! Jerry Andrews: Wasp is wasting absolutely NO time tonight. Wasp grabs Crazy Boy picks him up to his feet, throwing him into the corner and beginning to lay in some stomps! Wasp grabs Crazy Boy’s struggling form by the leg and hauls him towards the center of the ring, Wasp setting him up and looking for a powerbomb! Crazy Boy incredibly blocks it and he connects with a big back body drop! Gaining his feet, he reaches his hand out to tag in his partner, but Alexa Black ignores him. A confused frown on his face, Crazy Boy slaps her on the arm and steps through the ropes onto the apron. Black can be seen hesitating for a moment but she finally steps through the ring. Jerry Andrews: What was THAT all about? Ace Anderson: I told you, man, things have been getting pretty tense. Her hesitation gives Wasp a chance to get composed, and as Alexa enters the ring, Wasp hits her with a spear! Wasp stands over her downed form and stomps away, pulling her up only to send her back down to the mat with a forearm smash! Hitting her with an elbow drop he’s quick to get back up, pulling her up to attempt a suplex, but Alexa counters it with a suplex of her own! Wasting no time, she pulls him up and hits him with a backbreaker, dragging him up AGAIN to Irish whip him into the corner - tearing after Wasp with a running clothesline! The canny veteran manages to dodge out of the way at the last possible second, Alexa Black hammering the turnbuckle sternum first! Wasp grabs Alexa, pulling her out of the out of the corner and tagging in Tide. Wasp struggles to hold her still - while Tide kicks her in the chest! The masked referee moves forward, shooing Wasp out of the ring, Tide pulling Alexa Black up only to drop her with a DDT! He goes for the cover, securing what he hopes is a tight pin. ...1! ... - kickout! Alexa Black kicks out with violent authority, scrambling to her feet as Tide releases her and backs away - only to lunge forward and grab her wrist, now whipping her off the ropes. Adding another big boot to the chest, Tide grabs Black and he sets her up for a piledriver, Alexa breaking free and throwing a spin kick! High Tide dodges it and clotheslines Black down to the mat. Ace Anderson: She’s taken a LOT of punishment so far. Jerry Andrews: Weird thing is, she doesn’t look that hurt - just disoriented from being thrown around! Tide pulls Black up and promptly hits her with a snap suplex, leaving her on the mat as he sashays over to tag in Wasp. Wasp immediately goes to work, with yet MORE stomps on Alexa Black, following it up with an elbow - and ANOTHER! Jerry Andrews: God damn, son. Ace Anderson: Okay, now she looks a LITTLE hurt. Locking Black into in a chinlock on the mat, Tide struggles to keep her in the hold but the seemingly unstoppable Amazon eventually reaches the ropes to break the hold! Wasp pulls her up off of the mat, but Alexa hits Wasp in the stomach with her shoulder! Wasp doubles over, and Alexa smashes her fist into his jaw with a savage uppercut. Getting a vertical base, she grabs Wasp by the hair and hits him with a knee lift to the face! Ace Anderson: Ouch. Pulling Wasp up she throws him into the corner, following him in, and hitting him with a clothesline! Black Irish whips Wasp across the ring and into the opposite corner, charging in but Wasp rushes out of the corner to hit Alexa with a full body flying tackle! Rolling away, he pulls Alexa up and sets her up - but she drives an elbow into Wasp’s belly! Setting him up she drops him with a tidy brainbuster before making her way to her own corner. After giving Crazy Boy a dirty look, she tags him in and steps between the ropes onto the apron. Jerry Andrews: What’s she giving HIM the look for? Ace Anderson: Never question madness. Jerry Andrews: Is that a quote from somewhere? Ace Anderson: No, just what I remind myself any time I get the urge to try having another conversation with Nathan Saniti. Crazy Boy streaks into the ring to take advantage of Wasp while he’s still prone, pulling him up only to send him back down to the mat with a slingshot suplex! He goes to pull him up again, but Wasp breaks free and drops Crazy Boy down to the mat with a hasty dropkick, quickly extricating himself to get to his own corner and tag in High Tide. Tide pulls Crazy Boy to his feet to set him up for a suplex, Crazy Boy blocking it and breaking free! He kicks Tide in the gut, going to set him up, but Tide hits a surprise punch to in the stomach, following it up with a DDT! Tide gets up to his feet, wavering and unsteady. He slowly makes his way over to the corner and he tags Wasp back into the match, who steps into the ring and pulls Crazy Boy up. Suddenly, Crazy Boy surprises him with a headbutt - and incredibly manages to capitalize with a big single arm DDT! Crazy Boy now pulls himself back up to his feet using the ropes, that last Hail Mary clearly having taken most of his remaining strength. Wasp gains his feet a bit slower as well, going for Crazy Boy who hits him with chop! Then another! And ANOTHER! Jerry Andrews: We need some mashed taters to go with these chops! Chops are SERVED! Ace Anderson: This is going to be a recurring thing for you, isn’t it. Back in the ring, Wasp and Crazy Boy are going at it back and forth, a right hand from Wasp is answered by a right returned by Crazy Boy and they swing for the fences on every punch not holding anything back! Ace Anderson: They are trading bombs here! Jerry Andrews: This isn’t wrestling, it’s turned into a slug fest - and that gives the advantage to Wasp! Wasp whips Crazy Boy into the ropes and catches him on the rebound with a BIG back body drop sending him crashing to the mat hard. Wasp knowing he has the momentum quickly follows up with numerous stomps to the downed Crazy Boy. Ace Anderson: Crazy Boy is in trouble here he needs to find a way to tag out! Jerry Andrews: He can't keep taking this much abuse for long. Wasp hauls Crazy Boy up and kicks him in the gut doubling him over before running up the ropes springing off with a huge tornado DDT spiking him like a lawn dart. Ace Anderson: Wasp hits The Hive Guard! Jerry Andrews: This could be it for Crazy Boy! He covers Crazy Boy, the Hockey Mask Referee shuffling forward to make the count. ...1! ...2! ... No! Somehow he kicks out at the very last second to the cheers of the crowd. Ace Anderson: I can't believe he kicked out! Jerry Andrews: Crazy Boy IS one of the most resilient talents on the roster. A look of angry frustration finds it's way on to Wasp's face as he argues with the referee yelling at him and accusing him of counting slow, but Hockey Mask Referee just stares at him blankly. With a snarl of disgust, Wasp walks over to Crazy Boy and as he picks him up Crazy Boy surprises him and hits a one armed DDT sending both of them down to the canvas!! Jerry Andrews: Nice! Ace Anderson: Wasp spent too much time yelling at the ref and not concentrating on the match - but who’s gonna shake it off first? Both men are down and the ref starts a count, his gloved hand hitting the mat with muffled thuds. ...1! ...2! ...3! ...4! Crazy Boy crawls over for the tag but as he does Alexa drops down off the apron and moved away from the ring. Ace Anderson: What the hell? Crazy Boy needs the tag! Jerry Andrews: Crazy Boy is in serious trouble now. Crazy Boy tracks her movement, surprise and anger reddening his face as he shouts to his teammate. “What the hell are you doing?! As he is yelling at Alexa he doesn't see Wasp has risen back to his feet and is ready to deliver another attack. Crazy Boy turns right around into a huge spear that cuts him in half. Jerry Andrews: Stinger! The Stinger connects! Wasp goes right into the pin and the ref counts. ...1! ...2! ...3! Wasp rolls down out of the ring and he and High Tide celebrate their win to the boos of the PCW faithful as they walk up the ramp and back to the locker room. Alexa slides into the ring standing over the fallen Crazy Boy looking at him in disgust. Winners: The Sea Men [Wasp pins Crazy Boy] @ 11:05 Crazy Boy slowly gets to his feet and his face tells the story he is PISSED. He shoves Alexa and she shoves him back both of them yelling angrily and using more than a few obscenities as well. Without warning, the opening guitar riffs of "Defector," by Muse shred the airwaves. Purple smoke lines the ramp as a pair of fountain sparklers flank the entryway. Jerry Andrews: Uh oh. Dad’s home. "Free!" Nathan steps out, planting his cane directly in front of his with both hands, a huge unnerving smile on his face "Yeah I'm free. From your inciting." The Mystical Madman begins running down the ramp, tipping his hat at the audience in appreciation. "You can't brainwash me. You've got a problem." He quickly gets into the ring and gets between the two, clearly trying to defuse the situation... but it's too late - Crazy Power has imploded! Ace Anderson: I think this is the end of Crazy Power right here. Alexa's actions have tipped Crazy Boy over the edge after weeks of tension between the two. Alexa steps around Nathan and fells Crazy Boy with an almighty kick to the gentleman's region sending him groaning to the mat! Jerry Andrews: Did you see that ? What a disgusting move by Alexa. Ace Anderson: Well, you did say you wanted so mashed taters... Jerry Andrews: Don't even joke like that. Not cool, man. Not cool. The With a wicked smile she picks him up and delivers a Black Widow spiking him into the mat leaving him unconscious but breathing before stomping him repeatedly in the head face and neck adding insult to injury. Jerry Andrews: What a vile, evil - Ace Anderson: Careful Jerry! That announcer’s headset doesn’t make you immune! Jerry Andrews: [audible gulp] Nathan steps forward to take Alexa to task, the dark circles around his eyes deepening as he begins to sternly admonish her for her actions - but before he can get going, she hits HIM with a low blow! Ace Anderson: What the hell did she do that for?!? Jerry Andrews: I guess she doesn't want to be an (un)Stable member anymore either... Ace Anderson: And she couldn’t just TELL him?! Jerry Andrews: Well it IS Alexa Black. She gets him into position. And hits a Widowmaker driving him into the mat head first in a violent fashion. She looks down at the now destroyed Nathan and Crazy Boy and smiles wickedly, a maniacal cackle grating out over the stunned attendees. Exiting the ring she walks calmly towards the back, safely ensconced between Orin and Lashwanda - leaving the shocked crowd in her wake as Nathan begins to stir, his virulent yellow eyes staring after her from pits of pure black. "The following is the 'Aim for the Head' Match and will be fought with Underground Rules!" The crowd cheers loudly. Ace Anderson: Bloodthirsty bunch tonight. Jerry Andrews: And the two guys in the match tonight are willing to provide. "Introducing first from the Kanagawa Prefecture, Japan. Weighing in at 500 pounds..." "Sumo," by Jim Johnston echoes through the arena. The mountain of a man known as Hiroshi Yukio steps through the curtain, making his way to the ring slowly, high-fiving fans along the way. "Hiroshi Yukio." He goes up the ring steps and steps over the top rope and into the ring waiting for his opponent. As he does he does a purification ritual by throwing salt in the ring to cleanse it before the match. "And his opponent, hailing from Lizard Gizzard, North Carolina..." "I'm Gonna Put You Down," by Ganstagrass blares over the loudspeakers. As the drums and banjos begin to play out Bubba steps from behind the curtain and solemnly makes his way down to the ring his right hand raised with a black leather barbed wire wrapped glove enveloping it. As the first lines of rap blare out he circles the ring then rockets into the center drawing his hand across his throat menacingly as the chorus rings out "Dig a hole dig a hole in the meadow, dig a hole in the cold, cold ground, dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow, I'm gonna put ya down." Jerry Andrews: We saw Bubba Reece out here earlier tonight. Ace Anderson: Yeah, and he did some serious damage to an already beaten down Braddock! AIM FOR THE HEAD Underground Rules Match Bubba Reece vs Hiroshi Yukio Referee: Zombie Referee Both men are called to the center of the ring by the Zombie Ref. He moans incoherent instructions at the combatants. Both men can't help but be amused, small smiles on their faces as he calls for the bell. The men go in for a tie-up, Bubba trying with all of his might to move the immovable. Yukio lets him continue for a few seconds before breaking the hold with a shove of his own. Bubba skids across the ring on his posterior, shock on his face. Bubba wastes no time in getting back to a vertical base, remembering the barbed wire glove on his hand. He doubles his fist and swings for the fences, but Hiroshi steps away from it just in time. Bubba takes a boxing stance, causing the honorable Sumo to get a far more serious attitude. He plants himself in the center of the ring and waves for the hillbilly to come at him. Jerry Andrews: Looks like Bubba wants this to be a street fight. That'd be right up his alley. Ace Anderson: I don't blame him. That pile of flesh in Sumo gear will squash him if it isn't. Bubba shuffles his feet, ducking, jabbing, and dodging in a show, looking for a week spot in the wall of a man in front of him. Finally, he musters the courage to advance on Yukio, another wide swing with the glove missing its mark. With the quickness unbecoming a man of his stature, Hiroshi snaps in a full nelson during Bubba's follow-through. He cinches it in tight, flinging the man half his weight back and forth like a rag doll. The coup d'état comes when Yukio hoists Bubba up and down with a full nelson face buster suplex. Ace Anderson: The big guy can move. You have to admit that. Hiroshi leaves a downed Reese in the middle of the ring as he slides out, checking out the hay bale pumpkin patch. Yukio picks up the largest pumpkin there, one that looks like it weighs easily 100 pounds, and stomps up the stairs into the ring. Jerry Andrews: This doesn't look good. Ace Anderson: No! Leave the pumpkin alone! It didn't hurt anyone! Yukio presses the gigantic squash over his head, aiming for Bubba as he lay prone. NO! Bubba scoots out of the way just in time for the gourd to disintegrate right where he was laying only moments before! Bubba regroups outside the ring, looking around for a weapon of his own. Ace Anderson: OH! The humanity! Pumpkin guts everywhere! Bubba's eyes lock on a pitchfork stuck in one of the bales of hay. He yanks it free sliding back into the ring, implement in hand. He jams the forks down at the bare feet of the Sumo, causing the man-mountain to retreat to keep his digits from being impaled. Reese thrusts the weapon again. This time Yukio steps back a bit too far and onto the slippery pumpkin innards. Hiroshi slides, but hasn't quite lost his footing yet. Bubba encourages gravity to do its job by smacking Yukio over the noggin with the handle. Jerry Andrews: Pumpkin tsunami! As Yukio crashes to the mat, squash goes in every direction. Bubba, a sadistic (not Sadistic) smile on his face, grabs a fistful of the innards, shoving them into Hiroshi's face and mouth before going for a cover. The Zombie Ref, rather quick for the undead, only gets a two count before Yukio launches Reese off of him. Reese takes this as a cue to get another weapon. This time he snags a bale of hay. Calculating his opponent as he rises, Bubba scales the turnbuckles behind his foe with the bale high above his head. Hiroshi turns around as Bubba come off his perch to deliver his surprise. The bale shatters, dried grass exploding everywhere. Once again, Yukio falls victim to gravity. Bubba doesn't exactly stick the landing with the slick vegetation on the mat, crumpling onto his knee. Hard. Reese gets back upright before Yukio can turtle himself from off his back, but that landing took a toll. He limps to a corner to get another high attack in. Hiroshi staggers to his feet once again, only to be greeted by a double axe handle from the second turnbuckle. Yukio stumbles back, but rather than falling, he spins, thrusting a foot out and catching Bubba on the temple. Bubble crumbles like a house of cards, giving the Sumo ample time to get outside and collect a table from under the ring. He shoves the furniture under the bottom rope, following it in as fast as his girth can allow. He sets the legs and rights the top. Taking just a bit too much time to get to the other side to gather his opponent, Bubba plays possum long enough to allow Hiroshi to pull him to his unstable (but no (un)Stable) feet. Reese hits with a few good chops to the chest of the hulking human, but gets his answer in a belly-to-back suplex right through the table. Yukio and Reese are both out cold! The Zombie starts to count. 1! 2!! 3!!! 4!!!! 5! Ace Anderson: Neither man is moving! 6!! 7!!! Jerry Andrews: Looks like Bubba's stirring. Ace Anderson: So is Yukio! 8!! 9! 10! Zombie calls for the bell! Winner: No Contest. The crowd boos loudly. Jerry Andrews: The Faithful wanted to see this one continue! Ace Anderson: I don't blame them! What a match this was between these two big men! Suddenly the lights go out. Jerry Andrews: Now what!? The opening notes of "Thriller" immediately cheer up the crowd. Suddenly, the arena is filled with light... and zombies! A horde of zombies shuffles their way to the ring, joining Zombie Referee. After a few moments of typical zombie moaning, the horde starts to dance! Jerry Andrews: It's a zombie dance party! Ace Anderson: Where are Yukio and Bubba!? What's going on!? Jerry Andrews: It doesn't matter! Zombie Dance Party! Ace Anderson: What is....!? Jerry Andrews: ZOMBIE DANCE PARTY! Ace Anderson: Yeah, but... Jerry Andrews: ZOMBIE. DANCE. PARTY. The "Thriller" zombie dance party continues as Trauma goes to commercial. Ace Anderson: We're back folks and, man, have we seen everything here tonight! Jerry Andrews: And now we're about to name new number one contenders for the PCW Tag Team Championships! Ace Anderson: I'm so excited! Jerry Andrews: I'm so... so... scared! Ace Anderson: What? Jerry Andrews: It's Halloween! Ace Anderson: Yeah, but it's not Saved by the Bell! "Ladies and gentlemen, the following 'Hayride to Hell' match is scheduled for one fall and the winning team will be named number one contenders for the PCW Tag Team Championships!" The crowd cheers. The arena goes dark but quickly a red laser light replaces the darkness dancing throughout the vast arena. Blackness again. Then a white spotlight comes on over top of a large man dressed as Michael Myers standing stock still. Another spotlight shines down on a man dressed as Jason Voorhees standing beside the Michael Myers guy, a mash up of their respected themes begin to play over the pa-system. "Introducing first from the Compound, South Carolina combined they are 586 pounds! Judge and Jury! THE SAINNNTS!" Well trained they both begin walking together towards the ring in perfect matching stride. They never break their gaze on the ring, even as they walk up the stairs, across the ring apron, and ducking between the ropes they continue those hollow stares. Once in their respected corners they turn their eyes to the top of the ramp watching and waiting. Ace Anderson: Judge & Jury, notorious members of the Saints of Killers chapter here in South Carolina, look to stake their claim as tag champs tonight by taking out a pair of legends in PCW. Jerry Andrews: A win here would definitely legitimize them as contenders for Saniti and Kelli's belts. No doubt about it. The lights suddenly dim as "If I Had a Heart" by Fever Ray starts up. Grimm and Stormm appear simultaneously, each man wearing a black glove symbolic of their stable affiliation. The Hangtown Horror's red beard hangs majestically as the duo stomp down the ramp, and even Stormm looks like he's got some stubble growing. Jerry Andrews: Well, we've all seen that Michael Wryght has had to clean up his image and shave his beard for his run at President of the United States, so perhaps Stormm is trying to fill the facial hair void left by Showtime. Ace Anderson: Astute observation, but highly unlikely. The Black Hand representatives enter the ring together as they quietly go over strategy and gameplan in their corner. Before the Sinister Farmer referee can dole out a yokel version of the match rules, Judge and Jury have ambushed their opponents! HAYRIDE TO HELL Tag Team Number One Contender Tournament Match The Saints [Judge & Jury] vs. Revelation [Grimm & Justin "Stormm" Michaels] Referee: Sinister Farmer Referee Ace Anderson: This is it, Jerry. The finals of the tag tournament to crown the number one contenders to Psychedelica's Tag Team Championship. Jerry Andrews: Pure Class Wrestling has seen a revitalization in the tag team division over the past couple months and I, for one, love it. Ace Anderson: This should be interesting. The strength and power of the Saints against Revelation's technical prowess...and Grimm. The Sinister Farmer runs for cover and calls for the bell as a four-man brawl erupts in the ring. Judge has managed to knock Grimm through the ropes to the outside, allowing him and Jury to work a tandem advantage over Stormm. The lumbering referee attempts to regain order, but the Saints are on a mission as they brutalize Michaels from the onset. After clubbing him senseless, they fire him into the ropes for some double-team mayhem...but the Force of Nature levels both bikers with a double clothesline instead! The crowd is torn for this bout, with the usual section of rowdy biker fans rooting for the Saints, the Black Hand followers cheering on Revelation, and the rest of the Faithful falling somewhere in between. Ace Anderson: There's a bit of history between these teams, and they wasted little time getting started. Jerry Andrews: To clarify, Jury, then known as Cory Steel, had some history with Grimm and the rest of the Black Hand. Cory had something of an unhealthy obsession with the Dillinger Brothers and was actually hired muscle for the Black Hand until they had a falling out. Ace Anderson: You mean until he throttled them after realizing that they were just using him as a meat shield? Stormm is able to make the tag to Grimm as the Sinister Farmer referee is finally able to force Jury from the ring. Grimm, a known practitioner of the Science of 8 Limbs, begins unloading on the less experienced Judge with a compliment of stiff punches, kicks, elbows, and knees! Judge, no slouch in his own right, opts to throw fists with the Crimson Demon...until a sharp kick to the inside of the knee drops the Saint to the mat. Grimm drops a pair of knees on his downed foe before Judge rolls to his hands and knees, at which point Phinehas unloads on him with what seems like an unlimited number of double axe handles to the back. Jerry Andrews: Grimm is a one-man demolition crew in there. I couldn't help but notice that the Sinister Farmer was allowing Grimm to get away with several closed fists earlier. Do you think they're part of the same farming co-op? Ace Anderson: No. Grimm scoops Judge into the air and tries to imprint him into the canvas with a vicious slam before tagging in his Black Hand brother. Stormm is quick into the ring and hits a leg drop followed by a cover that only garners a two-count. Yarding Judge off the mat, he lifts him into the air with a textbook vertical suplex before bringing him crashing to the mat. Stormm hits another cover but again only grabs a two-count. Stormm is quick to tag the Abomination of Desolation back in and Grimm springboards himself over the top rope into a beautiful leg drop before making the cover. Judge shoots the shoulder up at two again. Jerry Andrews: Stormm and Grimm have meshed incredibly well as a team in such a short span. Stormm's strength and technical abilities coupled with the speed, striking, and viciousness of Grimm are going to make them a tough out if they get a shot at the titles. Ace Anderson: If you'll notice, they've singled out Judge, the most inexperienced member of the Saints, and have isolated him from his partner. Good, strategic tag team wrestling at its finest. Grimm tags Stormm back in before whipping Judge into the ropes. On the rebound, Revelation connects with a tandem backdrop on Judge. Stormm takes a quick cover, cradling the leg, but Judge is able to power free. Jury has just about seen enough and makes to enter the ring as Stormm pulls Judge to his knees. The Sinister Farmer heads over to cut off Jury's entry, giving Judge the perfect opportunity to connect with a nasty low blow on the Force of Nature! The fans begin booing as Stormm wilts to the mat in agony. Of course, the referee turns just in time to see nothing. Jerry Andrews: Low blow. Dirty tactics employed by the Saints, and that may very well turn the tide of this match. Judge with the tag! Judge tags him Jury, and the big brawler shows no pity on a smarting Justin Michaels. Reaching down with both hands, he lifts Stormm off the mat by the throat and hurls him into the corner. Trapped against the turnbuckles, Justin can only cover up as Jury unloads with a brutal barrage of heavy punches from the powerful boxer. Despite covering up against the blows, when Jury is finished it's obvious that Michaels has taken a beating as he collapses to his knees. Stormm crawls towards Grimm, but as he does so, Jury escorts him with several heavy boots to the head. And just as Stormm is about to make the tag, Jury...backs away? Jerry Andrews: What the hell? Ace Anderson: Jury is actually letting Grimm tag in. What's his play here? Jerry Andrews: He...wants to see if he can hang with the Boogeyman of PCW? The fans hold their breath as an unfazed Phinehas Grimm calmly steps into the ring to face a waiting Jury. The two men meet nose-to-nose in the center of the ring, Jury clearly the larger, more muscular, and more powerful of the two. Grimm's massive beard and cold eyes are only inches from Jury and his snarling black mask as anticipation mounts. It's unclear who threw the first blow, but the fight is on! Jury's powerful boxing haymakers pitted against Grimm's precision striking and speed. Grimm is able to dodge the majority of Jury's offense while picking him apart with several jabs and kicks that find Jury slightly busted open above the right eye. Eventually, Jury connects with a rogue right hook to the mid-section that stuns Grimm just enough to allow the Saint to bull rush him into the corner. Ace Anderson: Neither man is backing down! Jury attempts to whip Grimm to the opposite corner, but the Hangtown Horror reverses and pulls the larger man right into a spectacular headbutt that wobbles him. Grimm seizes the opportunity to charge the biker and drive him into the mat with his Lament Configuration sleeping neckbreaker. The fans roar as Grimm makes a quick cover. 1...2...Judge darts in at the last second with a driving elbow to break up the pin attempt! Michaels is on him in an instant and again, the Sinister Farmer has lost control of the action! Jerry Andrews: All hell is breaking loose, and we've got another brawl on our hands! Stormm levels Judge with a clothesline before turning his attention to Jury. As Jury slowly stands, Michaels catches him with the Flash Flood! Grimm sets his sights on Judge while Stormm pulls Jury to his feet and rocks him with a right hook that knocks him against the ropes. Taking three steps back, Justin charges and swings for the fences with a running lariat that sends Jury over the top to the outside! Stormm and Grimm both gaze upon Judge and it becomes readily apparent to the Faithful that the end is near. Ace Anderson: This doesn't bode well for Judge. He's trapped in the ring all alone with Revelation. Let's hope we don't see that sickening maneuver they deployed on Alexa Black last week. Jerry Andrews: Does it even have a name? Sure enough, Stormm whips Judge into the ropes. Catching him on the rebound, Michaels lifts him high into the air for a flapjack as Grimm springs off the far ropes and...gets nearly bent in half by a HUGE spear from Jury! Judge falls to the mat as Grimm, clutching his ribs, rolls to the outside. Ace Anderson: Where in the HELL did Jury come from?! A replay pops up on the big screen showing Stormm's lariat that sent Jury over the top rope...only Jury landed on his feet. Facing the entrance ramp and watching what was about to take place inside the ring, Jury ripped his black mask off, shot both fists down at his sides, and tilted his head back in a bestial roar! “Ooooooooohhhraaaaaaaahhhhh!” Spinning on his heel, he slid back into the ring and in a flash, folded Grimm up like an accordion with an obscene spear, saving his partner in the process. Jerry Andrews: What a move by Jury, and you can damn well believe Grimm will feel that in the morning! As Stormm stands, fully assuming Judge has been decimated, Jury approaches from behind. Crouching down, he positions his head between Justin's legs and lifts him onto his shoulders. Reaching up for Stormm's head, he pulls him into a tucked position before taking him into a sitout slam in the center of the ring! Ace Anderson: The Sickest Kill II! That's it! Jury reaches out and hooks the leg. 1... 2... The Faithful hold their breath. 3!!! The Sinister Farmer calls for the bell as the fans watch in shock and awe. Jerry Andrews: They've done it! The Saints have done it! Judge and Jury will move on to face Psychedelica for the tag titles! “The Memory Remains” starts back up as Judge finds Jury and the brothers embrace in an emphatic hug! A large portion of the crowd cheers for what many would consider to be an upset victory by the new number one contenders to the Tag Team Championship. Winners: The Saints [Jury pins Stormm] @ 19:32 Ace Anderson: What a huge win for this team! That championship match is going to be outstanding! Trauma returns and, as we get ready for our next match, fog blankets the entrance ramp. An eerie tune begins thrumming over the loudspeakers. A rather large, hunched, and disfigured creature bursts through the curtain. Jerry Andrews: It's Pumpkinhead! In a ref's uniform! Ace Anderson: That's what it was billed as, genius. Why do I work with you? The demonic entity stalks down the aisle and up the ring steps, the fog leading the way into the ring. As it gets center ring, it raises its head to the sky, bellowing a blood-curdling howl. "Madness," by Muse changes the atmosphere from one of silence and awe to a mixed reaction from the fans as Psychadelica begin waltzing down to the ring. Nathan assists Kelli up the steps, absently bringing his other hand to his stiff neck from the brutal beat-down Alexa gave him earlier. Soon enough, the Madcap Magician joins his beloved in the squared circle. *STOMP* *CLAP* *STOMP* *CLAP* "God's Gonna Cut You Down," stirs the audience into a majority of cheers as William "Sadistic" Dillinger and "Mr. Showtime" Michael Wryght march into battle. As Sadistic climbs into the ring, Nathan smiles widely, removing his hat, making sure to show his adversary the plethora of assorted hatpins lining the brim of his chapeau. Sadistic nods, his antifreeze green eyes glaring at Saniti. He steps out of the ring, reaches under it, and produces a black bat. Tauntingly, he slaps his hand with it as he returns. Both men begin to get nose-to-nose, but Kelli and Showtime separate them, each talking to their partners in their respective corners. Ace Anderson: I think Nathan is sending a message to Sadistic. And vice versa. Jerry Andrews: And this is a no disqualification match, so anything goes. Ace Anderson: Yawp. All they have to do to win is climb a ladder and get that Jack-o-lantern full of candy. Jerry Andrews: You make it sound so easy. Ace Anderson: Well, this match is pitting the tag team champions against the World Champion and the International Champion, so it's going to be pretty great. Jerry Andrews: That it is! Ace Anderson: Why are they fighting over candy? Why do they want candy...? Jerry Andrews: Ummmm.... because it's candy? It's a Jack-o-lantern full of candy. Ace Anderson: Great point. THE GREAT PUMPKIN Non-Title Tag Team Match Psychedelica [Nathan Saniti & "Dollface" Kelli Starr] (Tag Team ©) vs Sadistic (World ©) & "Mr. Showtime" Michael Wryght (International ©) Referee: Pumpkinhead Referee Pumpkinhead motions for the teams to pick their starters. Nathan has opted to allow his lady to go first, whereas Showtime chooses to bask in the beginning spotlight. Pumpkinhead calls for the bell. Showtime and Dollface circle around, sizing each other up. The two tie up in the center, jockeying for a position. Wryght uses his height and weight advantage, sending Kelli Starr skidding halfway across the mat to a neutral corner on her backside. A bit shaken, but undaunted, she stands upright, determination etched on her face. They go to tie up again, but the wily woman waylays Wryght with a whip kick across his midsection instead. She drives Showtime to a corner, bringing the pain with those glamorous gams. Grabbing an arm, she attempts an Irish whip to the opposite corner, but the long-time veteran reverses it. Kelli winces in pain as she introduces herself to the turnbuckles chest first. Clutching her pillows, Wryght sneaks up behind her, delivering a cross arm back drop that knock the remaining wind from her lungs. Gathering his prey, Showtime delivers a few nasty European uppercuts before leading her over to his corner for the tag. Jerry Andrews: Here comes Sadistic! Dillinger steps in, a menacing grimace on his face as he slaps Kelli across her face. Before he can relish his actions, Kelli explodes out of the corner with a Lou Thesz press, mounting Sadistic's chest and giving a barrage of fists to the Phenom's face. Dollface then decides to wrap her dainty hands around Sadistic's throat, hugging his larynx with the love of a serial killer in her eyes. Ace Anderson: Whoa! That seems a bit uncharacteristic of the Candy Girl. Jerry Andrews: Maybe Saniti's contagious? Ace Anderson: I hope not. Showtime steps in, pulling Kelli off of the red-faced Sadistic. The Candy Girl rears back a fist, but her rage wilts away before striking Wryght. Sadistic slowly rises to his feet behind her, grasping at his throat, vengeance on his mind. He spins her around, giving her a chop. Ace Anderson: Don't. Say. It. Jerry Andrews: CHOPS ARE BEING SERVED! Showtime steps out of the way as Sadistic continues laying into Dollface. After finishing giving her the gift that keeps on "WOOOOOO-ing," Sadistic doubles her over with a kick, cinching in a release German suplex. Teasingly, he smirks at Saniti as he slowly brings her to her feet, then quickly back down with a snap suplex. A dazed and confused Dollface lay prone on the ground as Sadistic stomps her for good measure. He not-so-tenderly yanks her to her feet by her pink locks, whipping her to the ropes. Before he can react, Dollface catches him in a head scissors. Jerry Andrews: Cherry on top! Both combatants lay in the center of the ring. Pumpkinhead only looks on as if deciding which one he should devour first. Soon, Kelli and Sadistic begin to stir, crawling towards their respective corners. Both make the tags simultaneously. In come both Saniti and Showtime! But Saniti ignores Wryght and plugs Sadistic with fist to the temple just as he turns around, knocking him off the apron with a nasty thud. Showtime is quick remind Nathan that he's the legal one in the ring by spinning him around and landing a series of European uppercuts. Wryght yanks the Mystical Madman out of the corner, whipping him to the neutral turnbuckle with authority. Out on the floor, Sadistic tosses up the apron, finding what he was looking for. Jerry Andrews: Here comes the first ladder! Ace Anderson: Now it's going to get interesting. Sadistic shoves the implement into the ring, screaming at Showtime to use it. Wryght complies by picking the tool up and rearranging Saniti's internal organs with a few well placed, and not so gentle caresses of the top of the ladder. Nathan doubles over in pain as Showtime hoists it over his head and brings the weapon down across his back. Saniti wilts to the mat, but Showtime is unrelenting. Smash after smash with the ladder across Saniti's back. Finally, Dollface has had enough and bursts into the ring. She grabs the ladder as Showtime has it extended for another blow, tilting the end down and hooking Wryght's head between the rungs. He spins around only to get a snoutful of aluminum. Showtime collapses to the mat. Now Sadistic joins the fray, sliding into the ring. Sadistic barks at Kelli to put the ladder down. Instinctively, she very nearly obeys him. At the last second, she thinks better of it and wallops him with the ladder to the throat. Sadistic thrashes around on the mat, clutching his neck. Ace Anderson: Kelli's setting up the ladder! Jerry Andrews: Of course she is. She wants the goodies in the pail. Ace Anderson: I'm the smartass, you're the straight man. Get it right. Kelli scales the ladder she has straddling Wryght to keep him pinned. Her fingers just barely start to touch the pail as she feels a bump from underneath, but she continues to scale upwards. Showtime waits for her weight to be closer to the top before bucking the device back and forth like an upright pendulum. Kelli's center of gravity finally gives as she plunges to the ring in a less than graceful heap. She scurries out of the ring to avoid the ladder falling on top of her like a cut tree. Saniti finally manages a vertical base, only to be met with a drop kick from Sadistic, sending Nathan to his own corner. With the dexterity of a pickpocket, Saniti gathers some of the hatpins from his hat, slinging them with the skill of a knife thrower at his opponents, burying them in Sadistic's surgically repaired knee and each Wryght's shoulders. The fans jeer Saniti's actions. Loudly. Ace Anderson: Oh, it's okay for Showtime to use a ladder, but the fans don't like Saniti's hatpins? Jerry Andrews: It's a no DQ match. Anything can happen, whether the fans like it or not. Meanwhile, outside the ring, Sadistic removes the pins from his knee with a grimace. He doesn't see Kelli coming up behind him, stalking him like a cat on the prowl. She lunges forward, chop blocking Sadistic in his bad pin cushion. Without wasting time, she begins stomping the daylights out of him. Soon enough, techno music begins and she times her cascade of kickery to the beat. Back inside, Wryght yanks the offending objects from his shoulders just as Saniti spears him to the mat, pummeling him with fists. Saniti screams in Showtime's face, "You wish to be a martyr? Then I'll MAKE you one!" Saniti plunges a large hatpin through Wryght's right hand and into the mat. Showtime bellows in agony. Before Nathan can get to the other hand, he's pulled off by Kelli. Jerry Andrews: What's Kelli Starr doing? Ace Anderson: Maybe she still has a soft spot for Showtime. Nathan glowers at Kelli, but she deflects it by telling him to guard her while she tries to climb the ladder again. Delaying his reaction, he nods in agreement. Kelli begins ascending, but Sadistic is back in the ring. Nathan lunges and is thrown between the ropes and onto the ground for his attempt. Sadistic shoves the ladder, once again reacquainting Dollface with gravity, this time her neck catches on the top rope on the way down. Outside the ring, it's Saniti's turn to search for something. He produces a table just in time to witness his beloved go throat first onto the ropes. Seeing red, Nathan slides himself and the piece of furniture into the ring. Kicking Sadistic in the midsection, Nathan spins his adversary into position. Jerry Andrews: UNREALITY CHECK ONTO THE FOLDED TABLE! Ace Anderson: I think Sadistic is going to take a nap now. Saniti sets the ladder in the center ring before kicking Dillinger off of the table so he can unfold the legs and set it up as well. Ace Anderson: What's that maniac got in mind? Nathan climbs the ladder, but waits at the top rather than reaching for the prize. Finally, Wryght gets the pin out of his hand and begins climbing the rungs as well. He and Saniti slug it out at the top, but Nathan slams a fist into Showtime's hand. Saniti lands a couple more blows to the injury as a prelude to climbing over the ladder to put Wryght's head between his legs. Jerry Andrews: He's not... Is he setting Showtime up for a power bomb? Ace Anderson: Sure looks that way. Nathan locks it in as both men come crashing through the table. Pumpkinhead stalks over to survey the damage then suddenly calls for the bell. Ace Anderson: What just happened? Jerry motions to the now vacant hook above the ring and the litter of candy among the bodies. Jerry Andrews: Showtime must have gotten his hands on the pail during that move! Pumpkinhead reaches down, raising Michael Wryght's hand in victory. Winners: Billy Sadistic and "Mr. Showtime" Michael Wryght @ 22:00 Jerry Andrews: Holy cow! What a match! Ace Anderson: I don't think it's over yet! Lime green smoke begins engulfing Saniti as he staggers to his feet. As it climbs his body, his face begins twisting and contorting, his battered body twitching uncontrollably. Kelli rushes into the ring to try and get close, but the smoke is too thick as it encases him. Mere seconds pass and the smoke dissipates, but the man standing in Nathan's place barely resembles him. The facial features are similar in build and complexion, but the untamable orange hair is now replaced with coal black lock with a white streak in them. His horribly unmatched garb is a stylish Victorian era, still gentlemanly, yet bleak and morose. His normal unhinged look is now replaced with pure, unadulterated maliciousness. Kelli looks on, as dumbstruck as the audience. Nathan sneers at her as he saunters over to Showtime, kicking candy and table debris alike out of his path. He studies Showtime with the malice of Hannibal Lechter. He bends down and whispers something in his opponent's ear before asking for a microphone. Nathan Saniti: So these are your heroes now? These... men who have run roughshod over PCW for over a year are now the ones you cheer whilst I... I am vilified for stooping to their level? You all dare to turn your backs on me? The (un)Stable turns their backs on me? He turns his venomous attention to Dollface. Nathan Saniti: What of you, my dear? Do you plan on turning your back on me too? I'm afraid that would make me very violent. Very violent, indeed. Nathan drops the mic and returns to the fallen Showtime. He flips Wryght over and sets him in the Cheshire Grin. Finally, security rushes the ring to peel Saniti from his victim. It takes them a few seconds, but by the time they do, the damage has been done. Nathan pops his neck, picking up the mic once again. Nathan Saniti: Oh, this world shall burn, Black Hand. I am the stuff of nightmares, and PCW shall experience my wrath! The wrath of N. Saniti. Jerry Andrews: Well folks, we're back and it's time for the main event of the evening! Ace Anderson: Justin Kaard and Non Compos Mentis have battled it out twice now, in a fourway match and a triple threat match, and yet we still have no North American Champion! Jerry Andrews: First there was the insane contract mix-up with Showtime, whatever that was about, and then there was the double pin on the last Trauma. Ace Anderson: These two are so evenly matched and they're both so talented that the only way to name a winner - and a North American Champion - is in a best of five series! Jerry Andrews: I saw both of these guys after their match on Trauma and they hated the inconclusive ending. They both believe that they should be champion right now. Ace Anderson: Well, both men have a chance to get a 1-0 series lead here tonight and put themselves one step closer to that title! Jerry Andrews: I can't wait! Suddenly the lights go down but the familiar screech of the PA system is absent. The arena fills with heavy white smoke as a familiar CH CH CH CH HA HA HA streams from the PA. The Tron stutters through black and white images of urban decay, throwing weird shadows across the crowd. The repetitive tones last for ten seconds until more join them into a strict beat and letters begin to emerge from the chaos on the big screen… “N… C… M” … And the arena erupts with the heavily synthesized tones and hard bass of ‘Through This Pain (You Heal)’ by Faderhead, combined with a shock of intense white strobe lights that punctuate the darkness. As the beat continues, a single spotlight shines into the crowd and finds Non Compos Mentis, his face covered by a very familiar hockey mask with a machete in hand! Over the roar of the PCW fans the vocals kick in, and the ‘Born Psycho’ walks intensely through the crowd toward the ring. Ace Anderson: For whatever reason the powers that be decided not to theme this match, so it seems that NCM has taken it upon himself to do it. Jerry Andrews: This is absolutely amazing. This guy used to give me nightmares when I was a little kid and Mentis and his brutal style give me nightmares now. What an amazing pairing. “I disrespect you, dissect you, reject you, The second you start to speak, I try to see you, low-key you, and be you, But you are way too boutique for me You celebrate the world's mistakes Cause you're so idle, you can't fail You celebrate your worst mistakes Cause you're an "idol" - you can't feel” Mentis hops the security barrier and begins to walk around the ring, taking his time to point his machete at the thousands of fans in attendance before turning toward the ring. “I can't heal you from the pain (Through this pain you heal) And I can't keep you entertained (Boredom makes you feel) I can't wake you like cocaine (Cause you're deep in sleep) And I can't keep you entertained (Through this pain you heal)” Slowly he climbs onto the apron and steps through the ropes into the ring. As the vocals of Faderhead climax the PA system shuts off with a jarring immediacy and the lights return to normal, leaving only the sound of the PCW Faithful. Mentis removes his jacket and mask and throws it into his corner along with the machete, then readies himself for the match. Jerry Andrews: You've got to wonder if Kaard is going to take part or if it's straight to business for the young would-be champ? Ace Anderson: Personally I hope he does, it's a huge opportunity missed if he doesn't. "THIS IS MY BOOMSTICK" The arena darkens as the stage fills with a heavy white smoke as the opening chords of 'Light em up' begin. Lights strobe through the smoke teasing a shrouded figure standing on the stage. An explosion on the stage clears the smoke as the lights come back up, leaving Justin Kaard posing on the stage in a ragged blue shirt held on with leather straps and spite. In one hand he holds a chainsaw and in his upraised hand a sawed off double barrel shotgun. Jerry Andrews: Oh my! Kaard certainly didn't disappoint. Ace Anderson: Hail to the king, baby! Kaard strides purposely down the ramp, stopping about half way down as he pumps his fists into the air. Continuing down the ramp he breaks into a sprints towards the ring. He slides under the bottom rope and comes up with his chainsaw and boomstick, courtesy of SMart, raised in the air. He steps up to the turnbuckle, balancing on the second and third rope, while pointing out at the crowd. Bouncing off the ropes, he removes the props and waits for the match to start. MAIN EVENT Match One in the PCW North American Championship Series Non Compos Mentis vs Justin Kaard Referee: Manny Cruz Ace Anderson: Do you feel that electricity in the air, Jerry? These two have come so close to claiming that North American title and here they stand, ready to do battle for it again. Jerry Andrews: And we've got at least two more matches between these two to follow, I don't know if the Pure Class Arena is going to survive these two. Referee Manny Cruz rings the bell and the two gladiators waste no time. Kaard charges the Born Psycho, throwing caution to the wind early on. Mentis catches the Adrenaline King and lifts him up for a suplex, but Kaard reverses the momentum and brings it back to spike Mentis's head into the mat with a vicious DDT. Ace Anderson: Holy, this one might be over early! Kaard goes for the quick cover but NCM powers out before Manny Cruz can even get into position to make a count. Both men are quickly back to their feet as Kaard goes in with quick, hard kicks to the legs of Mentis. Rhodes takes several retaliatory swings as Kaard but he can't keep up with the speed of the young upstart as Kaard ducks beneath ever one of them. The onslaught of kicks continues until NCM finally traps Kaards leg and counters with an elbow into Justin's quads. The former hobo king throws Kaard's leg down but the Adrenaline King uses the momentum to follow through with a flipping heel kick that catches Mentis in the back of the head. Kaard is back to his feet first drags Mentis back up and Irish whips him towards the corner. The bigger stronger Mentis reverses and sends Kaard crashing chest first into the turnbuckle with enough force to rattle the ring. As Kaard staggers back and around, Mentis grabs him and absolutely plants him with a bone shattering spinebuster. Jerry Andrews: You can see the ring shake from the force of impact, Mentis is definitely playing for keeps tonight. Ace Anderson: When have you seen Mentis ever NOT play for keeps? Mentis covers the prone Kaard and the referee slides in. ..1 Kaard kicks out at one. Mentis is back to his feet and drags Kaard up with him before dropping him back to the mat with reverse DDT. Mentis is back up again and this time unleashes his own flurry of blow. He drops not one, not two, but three elbows into Kaard's chest, each more thunderous than the last. He goes for the fourth one, jumping in to the air to give it some extra punch but it took enough extra time that Kaard is able to roll out of the way. The damage has been done though as NCM is still first to his feet. He meets Kaard with a stiff right hand that drops the Adrenaline King to a seated position. Mentis doesn't waste any time as he rebounds off the ropes and hits Justin with the a roaring elbow. Jerry Andrews: My god, did you see that. This match has barely gotten started and it's already over! Ace Anderson: Kaard got cocky and it caught up with him quicker than usual. I think it's safe to say that Mentis takes the early lead. Mentis goes for the cover. ..1 ..2 ..Kaard kicks out! Ace Anderson: Are you kidding me? Jerry Andrews: We thought for sure this one was over, but Justin Kaard lives to fight on. Ace Anderson: But should he have? This is a best of series, no shame in saving your best for later. Mentis looks like the only one who isn't surprised by this turn of events. He drags a very disoriented Justin Kaard to his feet and starts to lay into him with hard right hands. Kaard never leaves his feet but is seemingly helpless to defend himself. Finally Mentis whips him towards the ropes, but Kaard catches the ropes and hangs on. But Born Psycho isn't ready to let up just yet, he charges at Kaard with a clothesline. And misses! As Kaard's legs finally give way and pulls the top rope down as he falls. NCM takes a very ungraceful tumble to the outside. The referee begins his count as both Mentis and Kaard get to their feet. Kaard is faster of the two and is to his feet first and a slow smiles spreads over his face. As NCM gets back to his base, Kaard springs off the ropes to the outside and take Mentis down with a Springboard Hurricanrana. Ace Anderson: That Halo Drop of Kaard's never ceases to impresses. Jerry Andrews: It's a very impressive move, but not one that's going to win him the match. Ace Anderson: Why do you have to be such a kill joy, Andrews? Do you give out toothbrushes on Halloween too? Kaard is back to his feet almost immediately and pulls Mentis to his as well. With a grunt, he Irish whips the larger man and send him back first into the steel stairs. Mentis collapses against them and Kaard starts bouncing in place, he's got good ideas and bad intentions. He sprints towards Mentis and flips through air, Roll of the Dice! And comes up snake eyes. Mentis rolls out of the way as Kaard crashes into the stairs with enough force to drive the top step completely off base. He's left writhing in pain as Mentis gets back to his feet as the referee is at a count of seven. He looks from the ring to Kaard and shrugs as he rolls back into the ring. Ace Anderson: Now this is smart. Let the Referee do the work for him. NCM picks up the win and he doesn't even have to actually pin Kaard. But NCM has something different in mind as he rolls back out of the ring, forcing the count to restart yet again. Ace Anderson: What an idiot! He had this thing won! Jerry Andrews: He doesn't want to win on a count out, he wants to beat Kaard clean and prove that he's the better of the two. Back outside the ring he pulls Kaard to his feet and drags him towards the opposite ring post. A short Irish whip sends Justin crashing into it and it's all he can do to stay on his feet. But NCM does indeed have something different in mind as he comes in spinning with a sickening Blunt Force Trauma that sandwhiches Kaard's head between his fist and the ring post. Jerry Andrews: Oh my god, he might have just killed him with that. And if Kaard isn't dead, he's not far off. Blood pours from a shiny new head wound as he flounders on the floor, attempting to get up. NCM drags him back up and hoists him in the air. Jerry Andrews: For god sakes, leave him alone. There's no need to add insult to injury. Ace Anderson: And that's how you can tell you've never been a wrestler, Jerry. There's always a reason to add insult to injury, and that's so your opponent remembers it for the next time. Remember, these two have more matches against each other coming up! NCM has Kaard hoisted above him with his legs spread. With a roar, he races towards the ring post with Kaard's vulnerable bits leading the charge. Jerry Andrews: I can't watch. But Kaard rolls backwards, over the shoulder of NCM and hooks his head as he falls back. Adrenaline Rush! Both men are on the floor, neither one moving as the referee is at a count of five. Kaard starts to stir and slowly drags himself back into the ring, saving himself from the loss. The referee is at a count of eight and is torn between finishing the count and checking on Kaard who is bleeding profusely. Content that Kaard isn't going to bleed out he resumes his count but the extra time is all NCM needed as he slides under the rope just before the ten count. Kaard lets out a ferocious roar as he suddenly charges NCM and connects knee to face. Ace Anderson: That was out of sheer desperation, I don't think Kaard has enough to make it to the top rope. Indeed he doesn't as it's all he can do to drape an arm over the chest of NCM. ...1 ...2 ...NCM KICKS OUT! Jerry Andrews: That has to be devastating to Justin Kaard. Mentis just took one of his best shots after suffering that Adrenaline Rush on the outside and it still wasn't enough. Ace Anderson: This isn't horse shoes, hand grenades, or dancing, Jerry. Close just doesn't cut it. Both men start to battle back to their feet and it is NCM that gets their first. He mouths It's over as he wraps his arms around Kaard's neck and arm. Jerry Andrews: Touch of Insanity, Mentis has it locked in. Ace Anderson: No better way to beat a man than to make him say I quit NCM leans back, tightening the move as Kaard screams in pain. He's reaching for the ropes with hands and feet but is just out of range. He tries to drag himself and Mentis towards the ropes but just as he's about to get his foot under the rope Mentis drags him back towards the center of the ring. All Kaard can do is scream in pain. Ace Anderson: Kaard is one tough s.o.b, don't let anyone tell you differently, but this is stupid. He should tap out and save himself the pain. You've still got two more matches, kid. As NCM wrenches the hold even tighter Justin somehow finds his feet beneath him. With pain driven determination he brings his knee up into the face of Rhodes several times before NCM finally releases the hold. Kaard pulls himself up by the ropes as NCM makes it to his feet as well. NCM launches a clothesline that catches Kaard and sends both men tumbling to the outside once again. Rhodes makes it to his feet and pulls the still bleeding Kaard to his before throwing him into what's left of the steps. The steel base catches Kaard at the knees and sends him flipping onto the unforgiving steel. Mentis drags Kaard onto the steel base and locks his arms in a double underhook. Ace Anderson: Okay, even I think this is starting to go too far. He's going to kill him if he hits Fractured Mind on the base of those steps. Jerry Andrews: Referee Manny Cruz needs to get in there and do his damn job, stop this match before someone is presently injured! Mentis goes to lift Kaard but Kaard blocks. Mentis tries again and again Kaard blocks, his withered self preservation finally kicking in. Before NCM can try a third time, Kaard surges forward driving NCM's back and head into the ring post. He does it a second time and a dazed NCM lets go and stumbled off the base to lean against the ring post. Kaard gets his fifth wind and leaps onto the barricade. He sprints down the narrow base and with a flying leap catches Mentis with a second Mach Five, this one spinning Mentis face first into the barricade. And now it's time for Born Psycho to bleed freely. Kaard untangles himself from the floor and throws Mentis back into the ring, himself just narrowly beating the referee's ten count. Mentis is up to a knee and Kaard, taking exception to that, charges at NCM. Rhodes explodes up and catches the Adrenaline King in an earth shattering Dum Dum Drop out of pure desperation. Both men are down and Rhodes goes for the cover. ..1 ..2 ..3NO! Kaard kicks out at the very last fraction of a second! Jerry Andrews: Wow! The two mean lay in a spreading poodle of blood for several seconds before they both start to struggle up. They're on their knees when Kaard's chest is lit up with a vicious chop from NCM. Kaard responds in kind as his chop echoes through the arena. The faithful have erupted in a frenzy as Non Compos Mentis and Justin Kaard battle to their feet, all the while doing their absolute best to cave in the others chest. Once on their feet they switch from chops to straight out punches, each trying to outdo the other as they trade staggering blows. Kaard begins to gain the upper hand with his quickness but whatever momentum he was building is stopped cold as NCM absolutely levels him with a short arm clothesline. Mentis drags Kaard back up and throws him chest first into the corner. Kaard slumps against the turnbuckle but doesn't fall as NCM follows him with a punch to the back of the head. With no hesitation he lifts Kaard up and sets him on the turnbuckle. He climbs up after his opponent, balancing on the top rope. Jerry Andrews: These men have pulled out all the stops tonight. They've reduced each other to bloody messes. How in god's name can they have anything left, let alone enough to do this? Ace Anderson: That's how much this business, how much this title, means to these two guys! Mentis lifts Kaard, attempting to drive Kaard Back to Madness from the very top rope, but Kaard blocks by throwing an elbow into the face of Mentis. Rhodes tries again but Kaard blocks him with another stiff elbow and it's all the former king of the hobo's can do to not lose his balance. Kaard hits him one more time and finally breaks NCM's grip. With a quickness that defies logic after the beating he's sustained, Justin Kaard flips behind Mentis and drops the Born Psycho back first across his knees. Jerry Andrews: ADRENALINE RUSH FROM THE VERY TOP. IF KAARD CAN COVER MENTIS WE'VE GOT OURSELVES A WINNER! But Kaard doesn't go for the cover. With excruciating slowness, the Adrenaline King makes his way to the top and stands wobbly upon his perch. Ace Anderson: What the hell is Kaard doing! He had this won. There's no reason for this! Kaard leaps off the turnbuckle, twisting and spinning in the air with a picture perfect Seattle Space Walk. And crashes into the empty canvas as Rhodes barely rolls out of the way. Neither man is moving and the referee begins his count. 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... Jerry Andrews: Oh no... another draw.... 7... 8... Ace Anderson: I can't believe it. I guess these two are so evenly matched.... 9... NCM barely manages to drape an arm over Kaard. Manny Cruz slides in to make the count. ..1 ..2 ..3 Ace Anderson: These guys left it all in the ring tonight. They didn't hold anything back and you can see the results. Jerry Anderson: You're right Ace, neither of these warriors leaving anything for the ride home. Which is terrifying when you remember that they have at least two more matches left. At this rate, I'm not sure either of them are going to win, let alone survive it. Winner: Non Compos Mentis via pinfall @ 29:29 [NCM leads series 1-0] Jerry Andrews: Well folks, what a night this was! We hope you had a great Halloween and... well, would you look at that, Halloween's over and suddenly it's Christmas! Ace Anderson: I saw trees for sale in September. Jerry Andrews: Good night everyone! Overview Braddock, Ezra Blackstone, & Michael Aaron Rickson Craig battle to a no contest The Sea Men d. Crazy Power Bubba Reece & Hiroshi Yukio battle to a draw Judge & Jury d. Revelation Michael Wryght & Sadistic d. Psychedelica Non Compos Mentis d. Justin Kaard