PCW Collision Course 4 Results

[Rick Majors]

PCW Collision Course 4
Sunday December 13th, 2015

The PCW Faithful explodes as Collision Course 4 hits the air! The camera pans across the crowd for a moment before heading over to Jerry Andrews and Ace Anderson at ringside.

Jerry Andrews: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WELCOME TO COLLISION COURSE!!!

Ace Anderson: It's finally here!

Jerry Andrews: I'm Jerry Andrews as always and joining me once again is my broadcast colleague Ace Anderson!

Ace Anderson: What a show we have for you tonight ladies and gentlemen!

Jerry Andrews: And we can't waste any time! We're starting things off right now with the Underground!

The shot switches to ringside.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the following triple threat match is scheduled for one fall and is for the PCW Underground Championship!"

The crowd pops.

"I'm Gonna Put You Down" by Gangstagrass plays throughout the arena.

"Introducing first, from Lizard Gizzard, North Carolina: BUBBA REECE!"

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."

"Sumo" by Jim Johnston blares over the speakers as this mountain of a man steps through the curtain.

"And now making his way down to the ring, from Yokohama, Kanagawa Prefecture, Japan: HIROSHI YUKIO!"

Hiroshi walks slowly and methodically to the ring taking his time. He high fives the fans and soaks up the atmosphere in the arena

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 now, the PCW Underground King...."

"Welcome to the Jungle" by Guns N' Roses begins to play as Wasp walks down to the ring, accompanied by High Tide, the lights flickering on and off. Wasp 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 raises the PCW Underground championship in the air.

"... WASP!"

Jerry Andrews: These three guys are going to tear this place down, I can feel it!

Ace Anderson: The Underground division in PCW is so competitive that on any given night anyone could win! I love it!

The three men circle the ring as Eric Russo holds the Underground Championship in the air.

PCW Underground Championship - Underground Rules
Wasp (Underground ©) vs Bubba Reece vs Hiroshi Yukio
Referee: Eric Russo

The moment the bell rings, Reece pounces on Wasp and begins to pummel him with rights and lefts. Reece grabs him by the hair and Irish whips him into the ropes. As Wasp staggers out of the corner, Bubba Reece takes him down with a clothesline and the Hiroshi Yukio drops a huge leg! Bubba Reece pulls the battered Wasp up and he throws him off of the ropes.

Jerry Andrews: Goin for the ride here....

Wasp bounces off the ropes and comes running at Bubba. Reece goes for a clothesline, Wasp ducks it and bounces off the opposite side. Wasp runs and bounces off the ropes. Wasp launches himself at the running Reece... full body flying tackle! Wasp goes for a quick cover, but Yuki breaks up the pin.

Jerry Andrews: Wasp wanting to end this one quickly!

Ace Anderson: Can you blame him? Look at the two huge guys in the ring with!

Yukio pulls Wasp up, but Wasp responds with a big right hand. He then hits Yukio with a huge knife edge chop that staggers him. Wasp with another shot that backs Yukio up into the corner. Wasp now goes back to work on Reece, picking him up and throwing him into the opposite corner. Wasp follows in with a clothesline, and then a few knife edge chops to the chest. He hauls Reece back into the center of the ring. Wasp sets Bubba up... but Yukio strikes him down from behind with a big running clothesline.

Ace Anderson: Triple threat matches are so dangerous, especially for the champion.

Yukio pulls Wasp to his feet, only to drop him again with a big side slam. He then goes for a cover:
1...
2...
Kickout!

Ace Anderson: Near fall there!

Jerry Andrews: We almost had a new champion!

Hiroshi Yukio pulls Wasp up once more. Bubba Reece is on his feet now as well and he intervenes, taking Wasp down with a spinebuster!

Jerry Andrews: Huge move!

Bubba now throws Wasp into the corner and he begins to pummel him with rights and lefts. Wasp manages to fight his way out of the corner. Wasp and Reece lock up now. Reece with a scoop slam on Wasp. Wasp gets to his feet as Reece hits him with a right knocking Wasp into the ropes. As Wasp comes off the ropes....

Jerry Andrews: Reece looking for something here

Ace Anderson: ANOTHER BIG SPINEBUSTER!!!

Yukio now hits the ropes and drops an elbow on Wasp. Hiroshi Yukio pulls Wasp up with him to his feet. Yukio hits a few stiff shots and then he grabs Wasp and hits a belly-to-belly suplex taking him to the mat.

Ace Anderson: Oh man that had to hurt!

Jerry Andrews: No doubt!

Yukio gets to his feet and he walks towards Wasp. Wasp with a drop toe hold on Yukio as his neck hits the bottom rope. Wasp rolls Yukio up, but Yukio kicks out before the referee could even gets down to count. Wasp and Yukio both get to their feet. Wasp suddenly turns and he meets a charging Bubba Reece head on, kicking him in the midsection and then taking him down with a DDT.

Jerry Andrews: Yukio and Reece have really been going after the champion here tonight, basically ignoring one another.

Ace Anderson: Even though you can win the title without pinning the champ in this match, I feel like both guys want to pin the king.

Wasp with a left and a right to Yukio and then he drops him with a double leg takedown. Wasp gets to his feet as he drops a leg drop on Yukio. Wasp pulls Yukio up and locks in a sleeper with his knee into the back of Yukio. Yukio fights it as the referee is checking in if Yukio gives up. Yukio refuses as he slowly works up to his feet as Wasp follows. Yukio with an elbow to the sternum of Wasp then another as Wasp releases but grabs Yukio's head and drops him with a reverse falling DDT. Wasp grabs the leg and goes for the cover:

1...
2...
Bubba Reece breaks up the pin!

Ace Anderson: Another near fall!!

Jerry Andrews: This one was nearly over!

Bubba Reece stomps at Wasp a little bit and then drops an elbow onto him. Wasp slowly gets back to his feet, but Reece takes him down again. Yukio slowly gets up now and both men stomp away on the champ.

Ace Anderson: You know what, I like how both Bubba Reece and Hiroshi Yukio have targeted the king Wasp in this match. Sure, they don't have to pin him to win the title, but why not take out the champ if you can?

Jerry Andrews: Eventually though, Reece and Yukio are going to end up going at it. I can feel it.

Ace Anderson: And it will be great!

Wasp fights his way off the mat and he slowly gets to his feet. Bubba catches Wasp with a closeline. Bubba now grabs Wasp and pulls him up as he grabs him and hits a fallaway slam. Bubba hits the ropes and drops a head butt on Wasp as Wasp rolls out of the ring. Bubba Reece now comes sliding under the ropes with a baseball slide, but Wasp dodges it! Wasp takes a few steps back and hits an elbow into the chest of Bubba as he lies halfway out of the ring.

Ace Anderson: Bubba lying half way outside the ring!

Jerry Andrews: That baseball slide was far from a home run!

Ace Anderson: I don't think that analogy really worked Jerry...

Jerry Andrews: Leave me alone.

Wasp pulls Bubba out of the ring and slams a few fists into Bubba. Wasp slams his shoulder into Bubba's stomach driving him spine first into the ring apron. Bubba drops to his knees with the force. Wasp pulls Bubba up and hits a DDT on the outside! Yukio rolls to the outside now and he approaches Wasp, who takes him down with a tackle! Wasp unloads on Yukio with rights and lefts now. Meanwhile, Bubba Reece pulls a chair out from under the ring... he walks over and swings at Wasp, who ducks! Hiroshi Yukio is cracked right in the head!

Jerry Andrews: Ouch! Well, so much for that brief alliance I bet.

Wasp turns and he tackles Reece down now. He picks up the chair and drives it into Reece's midsection. He pulls Bubba back to his feet and slams his head into the barrier and then throws him back into the ring. Wasp slides in and goes for the cover:
1...
2...

Bubba gets his shoulder up. Wasp pops back up, and quickly scales to the top turnbuckle, Wasp flies off going for a big elbow... but Bubba rolls out of the way!

Ace Anderson: Nobody home!

Jerry Andrews: Bubba is already up!!

Bubba hauls Wasp to his feet. He then kicks Wasp in the midsection... suddenly Hiroshi Yukio takes Bubba Reece down with a big kick to the face!

Jerry Andrews: And here we go!

Yukio pulls Reece back up. Reece battles back with rights and lefts. Yukio gets the upperhand though and he slugs Reece, causing him to hit the ropes. He then hits him with a big palm strike, knocking him over the ropes and down to the outside. Yukio follows Reece outside. He pulls him up and slams him head-first into the apron. And then the security barrier. He then throws him hard into the steel steps.

Ace Andrews: Yukio is just unloading on Reece now!

Yukio now sets Reece up!

Jerry Andrews: Yokohama Driver onto the steel steps!

Ace Anderson: Oh my God!

Hiroshi Yukio slowlys gets to his feet and he looks down a the lifeless Bubba Reece... and then Wasp hits him with a baseball slide! Wasp throws Yukio into the barrier and then turns his attention back to Reece. He slowly picks him up and rolls him back into the ring.

Jerry Andrews: I think Bubba Reece might be out cold.

Ace Anderson: That Yokohama Driver onto the steps was brutal!

Wasp goes for a cover... but Yukio rolls in to break it up! He pulls Wasp up and the two men start trading shots! Yukio blocks a right hand and he drops Wasp with a strong shot. He then runs at Reece, hitting him with a big running senton splash!

Jerry Andrews: Ouch! This could be it!

Hiroshi Yukio covers... 1! Wasp goes diving over break up the pin..... 2! 3! Wasp shoves Yukio off of Bubba... a split second too late!

Jerry Andrews: YUKIO HAS DONE IT!!

Ace Anderson: Wasp couldn't get there on time! We have a new King of the Underground!

The crowd cheers as Hiroshi Yukio gets to his feet and is handed the championship!

Winner and NEW PCW Underground Champion: Hiroshi Yukio via pinfall on Bubba Reece

Jerry Andrews: A great performance by Hiroshi Yukio leads to his first championship here in PCW, but you have to hand it to everyone in this match. Wasp almost saved his title with a last second dive.

Ace Andrews: What a match! I'm worried about Bubba Reece though, he hasn't moved shin that Yokohama Driver on the steps and now the PCW medical team is out here.

Jerry Andrews: A big moment for Hiroshi Yukio, but we're obviously concerned for the health and welfare of Bubba Reece.

The cameras now cut backstage where "Mr. Showtime" Michael Wryght is seen arriving at the arena. He walks down the hallway, enters the PCW president's office and shuts the door.

Ace Anderson: So... he is president now or what?

Jerry Andrews: I'm not sure, but he certainly looks so presidential.

Back at ringside, all of the lights turn off suddenly, unceremoniously plunging the entire arena in darkness.

Spotlights appear, in purest white light and begin searching across the crowd, ring, ramp and eventually settling on the stage.

The lights flicker from white, to blue, to red, to green, finally settling on pink before the sounds of shattering glass are heard echoing through the arena and the spotlights seem to dissipate.

A moment of silence that hangs throughout the arena until the lights flash on and off, bright and sudden, like a strobe effect before a pyrotechnic crackles around the big screen as “I AM THE FIRE” by Halestorm plays, the spotlights back now, but burning red and oranges in colour as they dance around the crowd as a redheaded beauty walks out on to the stage.

Jerry Andrews: Is that... who I think it is?

Ace Anderson: I think it is, that’s... that’s Stacy Jones! We haven’t seen her in months! Not since her and Derek Cosmos split up! I wonder what she’s here for?

Jerry Andrews: Well, she certainly looks different!

The camera gets up close to the stage to get the woman on screen. She is wearing black wrestling tights emblazoned with a fiery design around the top and a red belt. On top, she wore a black and red matching sports top with the fiery design curling around her chest. On her hands, she wears a pair of black and red MMA style gloves and she confidently walks to the ring as a nameplate flashes up on screen with “Stacy Jones” written on it.

Jerry Andrews: Wow, she is indeed back and she’s looking incredible!

Ace Anderson: The new music is pretty awesome too!

The nameplate crumbles off the screen to be replaced by a new one that says “Scarlet Phoenix” takes its place.

The ring announcer, Sasha Greene, gets a message through her headset and grabs a microphone to announce her.

Sasha Greene: “Ladies and Gentleman, please welcome the former Stacy Jones. Hailing from San Francisco, California, she is….SCARLET….PHOENIX!”

The crowd reacts wildly with scores of both cheers and boos for the returning talent as she makes her way to the ring, taking the microphone from the ring announcer with a smile and a grateful nod to him.

She smiled out to the crowd as a “Scarlet Phoenix” chant interrupts her first attempt to speak.

Scarlet: “Thank you all so so much for the reaction. I’ve been gone a few months and it’s so great to feel welcomed on my return. I know you all have so many questions and I don’t wanna take up too much time here tonight as I’m sure you’re all wanting to see the incredible matches you paid to see here at Collision Course”

The crowd pops loudly for the event they are here to see.

Scarlet: “Today is my rebirth, today I am here, not as veteran Stacy Jones, but as a fresh competitor, Scarlet Phoenix and I am here to show people that I still have what it takes. I have the passion in me to compete and I will do so every single time I walk down the ramp. I have the fire, no, as my entrance music says…I AM THE FIRE” she says as she drops the microphone, her music hitting once more as she waves to her fans and the screen fades to black.

Jerry Andrews: Well folks, that was exciting!

Ace Anderson: What a great night we're having so far!

The shot now returns 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. 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.

Jerry Andrews: Since the downfall of the UnStable, Alexa's wrath has been turned to Tyrone Smith in what can only be called a senseless campaign of violence.

Ace Anderson: And Crazy Boy has replied in kind, his determination to put Alexa to rest bringing us to this point.

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.

Jerry Andrews: All the hate between these two has culminated in a no-holds-barred Last Person Standing match. We must have a winner tonight!

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. She enters the ring and the crowd starts throwing rubbish at her . Food and cups of beer fly in from all directions but she simply doesn't care. The music fades out as Alexa stays in the ring waiting for her next victim while Lashawnda remains at ringside in her corner for the match.

Jerry Andrews: Ace, you have to wonder, with no DQ rules on the table, Lashawnda could really stack the deck in Alexa's favor out there.

Ace Anderson: There's nothing Crazy Boy can do about that now, he just has to keep the match in the ring as much as he can.

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.

Jerry Andrews: And there he is, Tyrone Smith perhaps entering one of the most hostile environments of his storied PCW career.

Ace Anderson: But there isn't a more tenacious man in all of PCW!

All the sudden, Crazy Boy comes out of the smoke and pumps a fist in the air. He walks down the entryway, taking in the roaring cheers of the Faithful on the way, and climbs onto the apron and into the ring. He bounces around the ropes a few times, pumps his fist in the air one last time and waits for his opponent turn to him after deliberating with her management.

Last Person Standing Match
Alexa Black vs Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith
Referee: Nigel Gale

As Alexa turns, referee Nigel Gale signals for the bell... but before it can even ring out Crazy Boy is already half way across the ring. Alexa has no time to react as Smith throws himself with full velocity into a running Dropkick, slamming her back into the turnbuckles!

Jerry Andrews: And we thought Black would be hard to control from the start!

With Alexa slumped in the corner, Tyrone Smith wastes no time in sliding to the outside and lifting the apron. He has no apparent care that Lashawnda Tyson is closing in on him.

Ace Anderson: And so much for keeping it in the ring and away from those low-lives!

Crazy Boy searches under the ring for a moment until he reappears with an entire stack of steel chairs in each hand. Finally he sees the approaching managers from the left and immediately launches a whole armful of chairs in their direction, sending Lashawnda quickly in the other direction.

There's chaos and chairs all around ringside when finally Alexa reaches through the ropes and grabs Smith's hair to drag him back towards the ring. Out of pure instinct Crazy Boy drops all but one of the remaining chairs and swings it wildly, connection with the forehead of the Black Widow!

Jerry Andrews: A wild start from Tyrone Smith and Alexa... is that? She's split open! Alexa Black is busted open already!

Ace Anderson: If I was Crazy Boy I wouldn't know if I should be encouraged or scared by that!

Alexa stumbles across the ring with the gash in her forehead already beginning to drip blood down into her eyes. Meanwhile Crazy Boy throws the accumulation of seating over the top rope, landing it in the centre of the ring before moving back into the squared circle himself.

Before Black can get her bearings, Smith throws a vicious volley of forearm blows to the forehead. One after another hits and forces the Black Widow back further and further to the ropes. Crazy Boy turns on the spot and hits the ropes, looking to take advantage of his unexpected assault. As he rebounds, he barely has time to react as Alexa explodes forward and launches a Facebreaker bicycle kick straight into Crazy Boy's face!

Ace Anderson: And there goes the momentum... and Crazy Boy's teeth!

Even though the PCW veteran is down and out Alexa doesn't allow Nigel Gale to start his 10 count, instead choosing to drag him back to his feet and start throwing untamed, wild strikes at anything she can hit. Closed fist haymakers, elbow strikes and headbutts, all pushing Smith back into the turnbuckles. The brutal barrage leaves Crazy Boy unable to defend himself as Black continues to absolutely drive her cranium into his face. One after another smashes in and slowly Smith drops deeper into the corner until he's seated on the mat and his face is covered in crimson too.

Jerry Andrews: Has Crazy Boy been busted open too or is that all residue from Alexa's wound?

Ace Anderson: There's so much washed off on Smith that it's hard to tell!

Not content with that indecision, Alexa decides to make sure he's busted open. She places the sole of her boot into his forehead and scrapes it repeatedly with a multitude of facewashes. Finally she pulls back as the boos and jeers of the Faithful become deafening, but she seems to feed off it and turns before hitting the ropes. CB has nowhere to go as Alexa rebounds with force and thunders a boot straight into the side of his head...

Jerry Andrews: And now the blood is definitely pouring!

Now Alexa grabs the referee by his shirt and screams at him to start counting, literally throwing him towards Crazy Boy. Nigel Gale is about to object but sees the insane look in Alexa's eyes and thinks better of it, instead beginning to count.

One...
Two...
Three...

CB somehow reaches his knees in good time but Alexa is right there waiting for him and hits the ropes again. This time she rebounds and slams a knee straight into Smith's temple, dropping him back to the mat before screaming “Count!” to the referee again.

One...
Two...
Three...
Four...

Somehow Smith climbs to his knees well within the time limit again and Alexa's fury is plain to see. She hits the ropes again, aiming another blow at CB's head... only for Smith to grab the leg and immediately twist with lethal speed.

Jerry Andrews: Dragon Screw! Black's leg bent inhumanly right there!

Alexa tries to block out the pain in her leg and stand, unused to being vulnerable, but she can't react fast enough as Crazy Boy grabs a chair. He tucks it under his arm and quickly drops with a chair-assisted elbow drop right across the knee of the psycho-woman. There's a gasp of pain from her but CB quickly drives the chair down again and again until Black's knee is left in tatters and she is hobbled on the mat.

Ace Anderson: Well... that's a very literal approach to a Last Person Standing match.

Gale begins his count as Crazy Boy retreats to a corner, readying himself just in case of a recovery.

One...
Two...
Three...
Four...
Five...

Alexa struggles up to a knee and pushes off but stumbles backwards. Luckily the ropes save her and she clutches them in order to regain her feet and break the count. Crazy Boy rushes forwards with no hesitation, hammering away with a salvo of angered rights and lefts. Alexa covers up for a moment then launches herself off the ropes and chucks Crazy Boy across the ring with a powerful throw. Recovering fast, Smith hits the ropes and attempts a front chop-block on Alexa's injured knee... but Alexa blasts him in the face with a shuddering straight boot!

Jerry Andrews: Good lord!

Ace Anderson: I don't think Crazy Boy's going to be eating much solid food after tonight!

Amazingly Smith staggers back from the shot but doesn't go down. Instead he manages to stumble straight into the ropes and rebound, looking for a clothesline. As he throws his arm, Alexa manages to take hold of it and spins CB around into a double chickenwing before hauling him into the air.

Jerry Andrews: The double chickenwing facebuster... The Spider Bite!

Ace Anderson: But look out below...!

Alexa repositions herself just enough that when she drives CB toward the mat he lands face first onto one of the gathering of steel chairs! A dull and all too bony noise reverberates around the arena and stuns the crowd as Nigel Gale pulls Alexa back to the ropes so that he can make his count.

One...
Two...
Three...
Four...

Smith begins to stir and rolls onto his front, crawling toward the ropes for aid.

Five...
Six...
Seven...

Now CB manages to use the ropes to climb and is on his way to breaking the count when Alexa decides she's seen enough. She charges forward and look to clothesline Smith over the top rope but he drops down and pulls the top rope. Alexa can't stop herself and tumbles to the outside but a crimson-masked Crazy Boy immediately moves across the ring. He hits the ropes and...

Jerry Andrews: Suicide Dive!

CB throws himself through the ropes and slams head-first into Alexa, throwing her backwards into the security barrier. He isn't done though as he drags himself back up and rolls into the ring. Lashawnda moves in fast and pull Alexa off the barrier and back to her feet, avoiding a single count from the referee... but Crazy Boy crashes into both of them with a second Suicide Dive!

Ace Anderson: Crazy Boy is cleaning house!

The crowd is in raptures as Crazy Boy steps over the bodies of Tyson, Boyd and Black and rolls back into the ring. Still the volume increases as Smith takes to the corner and begins to climb the turnbuckles. Outside the ring, Black struggles with her injured leg and tries to get to her feet. Her manager and bodyguard remain down but soon she climbs up and tries to get her bearings. Soon Smith has reached the top rope and promptly throws himself off with reckless abandon, crashing down with a flying crossbody!

Jerry Andrews: She caught him! Alexa caught Tyrone Smith!

Alexa stumbles under the weight but holds her own and quickly stands resolute, bloody and furious with Smith in her arms. She hauls Smith up onto her shoulders by force of psychopathy and sets him up in a torture rack. Her malicious intent turns toward the announcers table straight away and she screams at the commentary team to “MOVE!”.

Jerry Andrews: You got it, Lady!

Ace Anderson: What a wuss!

Despite his complaint, Anderson does make a quick move from his seat just in time for Alexa to throw Crazy Boy into the air. Smith hangs in the air for a moment but then crashes down with the Burning Hammer on top of the table... it doesn't break though, and Smith's head bounces off the top before he crashes over it, through the chairs and lands where Andrews and Anderson would normally be sitting.

Jerry Andrews: By god! A Black Widow onto the announce table and Crazy Boy is out cold!

Ace Anderson: It didn't break either! Right now his head and neck might be wishing it had!

The gasps of the crowd do nothing to mask the sound as Nigel Gale begins his count, meanwhile Alexa is gathering up the wreckage of her management team.

One...
Two...
Three...
Four...

There's still no movement behind the table as CB appears to still be out cold after the Black Widow.

Five...
Six...
Seven...
Eight...

Alexa and Lashawnda raise their arms to the crowd who boo violently, but still there's no Crazy Boy to be seen.

Nine...

Jerry Andrews: What the...!

Crazy Boy suddenly vaults onto the top of the table and the arena erupts with adulation. Alexa has no idea what is happening and turns just in time for Crazy Boy to launch himself off the table and connect with a trademark missile dropkick to the chin!

Ace Anderson: Back from the dead!

Alexa's tumbling body lands both her partners back on the ground but Smith does not waste time. He grabs Alexa off the mat and throws her back into the ring before following her back inside. As CB slides in, Alexa regains her feet and fires off a quick kick but Smith is able to catch it again. This time he ties up Alexa's leg and lifts her up before driving her leg down onto his own with a vicious shin-breaker. He doesn't let go though, lifting her up a second time and driving her down shin-first. This time, instead of going for a third leg-crippling move, Smith lifts Alexa up by the leg and throws her straight over his head in a modified back suplex, inadvertently dropping her neck onto one of the chairs!

Alexa slumps into a heap on the mat clutching her neck as CB stumbles back into a corner, his own abuse taking its toll after the rush of adrenaline. Nigel Gale starts his count with the PCW Faithful counting along...

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Two...
Three...
Four...

Alexa begins to stir and pull herself across the mat toward the ropes.

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Seven...

Finally Black is able to drag herself up through pure will and breaks the count, but drops back to a knee almost immediately to the disappointment of the fans. There's a moment where each competitor seems to try to recoup some energy, the exertions of the match or the blood loss getting to painful levels, but finally Crazy Boy comes out of his corner. He tries to grab Alexa by the head but she quickly pulls CB by the head and throws him down, garrotting him on the middle rope!

Ace Anderson: A little playing possum from the Black Widow there...

Alexa quickly makes a sign to Lashawnda Tyson at ringside and the huge bodyguard moves to the apron. While the Black Widow wraps her arms around CB's head, choking him on the rope, Lashawnda lifts the apron and pulls out more hardware. A sick smile creeps across Alexa's mouth as her bodyguard slides a table into the ring. She releases CB and makes a move for the table, setting it up with ease and manoeuvring it toward the corner.

Jerry Andrews: Alexa got within one second of finishing this match, I think she wants to get more than just the extra second!

While CB is still gasping for air, Black grabs him by the hair and drags him over to the corner. She pushes herself up to the middle rope and brings Smith with her, setting him up for what looks to be a super powerbomb. Alexa is determined to inflict maximum damage, though, and pushes herself and her opponent even further up the turnbuckles, now perching herself on the very top.

Ace Anderson: Forget one second, she's going to kill Crazy Boy!

Alexa tries to lift Crazy Boy up for the bomb but the ever-resistant veteran holds on for dear life. She tries again but still Smith is steadfast and motionless. Before Alexa can make a third attempt, CB breaks free and drops down the mat, instantly pounces high into the air and delivers a desperate but devastating high Enziguri kick! The Black Widow is stunned and drops down onto the top turnbuckle while Crazy Boy climbs to the middle.

Jerry Andrews: The tables are turned, but can Crazy Boy take the advantage... is he ABLE to take the advantage?

Crazy Boy wraps his arm around the head of Alexa Black and hooks the arm, pulling her up. Digging down as deep as he can, CB uses all his remaining energy and lifts Alexa into the air with a vertical suplex then simultaneously falls backwards and spins... driving Black through the table with a bone-shattering Crazy Slam!

Ace Anderson: Able and then some! Alexa's dead!

Crazy Boy rolls away from the broken remnants of the table and Black, watching on at the elated masses in the stands and the horrified look on the faces of Tyson and Boyd at ringside. Nigel Gale moves into position and begins to make his count...

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Four...

There is no movement in Black at all as she lays unconscious under the table and the fans begin to chant along again with Gale.

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Seven...

Ace Anderson: Black hasn't moved one inch, it's over!

EIGHT!
NINE!

Jerry Andrews: What in the hell...!

Suddenly an arm reaches into the ring, grabs Alexa by the arm and drags her lifeless body all the way to the outside of the ring. Lashawnda Tyson is on the other end of the arm, and before the referee can count to ten she has Alexa 'standing' next to her.

Jerry Andrews: She isn't standing! That mammoth bodyguard is holding her upright, she's still God damn unconscious!

Ace Anderson: But she isn't down anymore!

Jerry Andrews: You're defending this?!

Crazy Boy is arguing with the referee, pleading with him that Alexa was down for a ten count, that the actions of her bodyguard didn't matter... but the referee's hands are tied, the match continues! Lashawnda now reaches inside into her boot and pulls out a miniature bottle. She removed a stopper and extends the bottle under the nose of Alexa Black, waking her with a starling abruptness.

Ace Anderson: Smelling salts? These two are prepared for anything!

Stunned but now awake, Alexa finds her feet just in time for Crazy Boy to throw himself into all three individuals and start throwing punches. Incensed by the underhand tactics he loses total control, throwing right after left after right until Alexa rolls back into the ring for a moment's respite. She barely has a second as CB is right behind her, raining down more shots.

Jerry Andrews: Smith has totally lost it, and who can blame him!

Alexa blocks as much as she can and fights to a knee before pushing with all her strength. Smith flies backwards but manages to roll through and back to his feet. He charges forward again but Alexa is back on her feet and waiting. She lifts him up and slides him over her shoulders, looking for the Gory Special Piledriver... but CB slides out and immediately jabs a kick into the back of Black's knee! With deft speed he hits the ropes and nails a snapping Scissor Kick straight down onto the back of Black's head!

The adrenaline is pumping and Crazy Boy, living up to his name, isn't done yet. He drags Alexa toward another corner and brings a chair with him, placing it on Alexa's chest before climbing onto the apron.

Jerry Andrews: He can't be thinking about...?

Ace Anderson: He doesn't bring the Spin out often, but now would be a damn good time!

Smith climbs the turnbuckles and positions himself on top, staring down at Black who has barely moved. He composes himself and readies for the 450 Knee Drop... but he doesn't get the chance to use the exotic Crazy Spin as Lashawnda climbs onto the apron!

Jerry Andrews: Not again!

Crazy Boy sees her coming though and lands a boot straight to the side of her head, knocking her off the apron to an ovation from the fans! He returns his attention to Alexa and then... BAM!

Jerry Andrews: Lashawnda with a clothesline!

Alexa pushes herself back to her feet at sees the near-unconscious Smith teetering on the top turnbuckle. With the chair in her hands she opens it up and plants it in front of the corner before ascending to the second rope. Crazy Boy is spent as Alexa pulls him onto her shoulders into a rack position... then drives Smith's skull into the chair with a crippling second-turnbuckle Burning Hammer!

Jerry Andrews: Black Widow from the second, courtesy of Lashawnda Tyson and maybe a little of Alexa Black too!

Ace Anderson: Get over it, Andrews!

Nigel Gale gets himself into position, ensures Black is at a safe distance and counts.

One...
Two...
Three...
Four...
Five...

Crazy Boy hasn't moved from his position on the mat and his head is twisted at an unnatural angle among the wreckage of the chair.

Six...
Seven...
Eight...

Alexa prepares herself for something in the corner, not writing off Smith after her earlier close call.

NINE!
TEN!

But it's not needed as Nigel Gale calls for the bell and the EMT's from the back. A beaten and bloody Alexa Black finally puts down her guard and Lashawnda climbs into the ring and raise her hands in victory while doctors finally arrive to deal with a still-unconscious Tyrone Smith.

Sasha Greene: The winner... 'THE BLACK WIDOW' ALEXA BLACK!

The name draws a raucous chorus of jeers from the crowd but Alexa couldn't care less as she and her cohort walk past the brutally beaten body of Crazy Boy, laughing as she goes. There seems to be some movement in him as if physically brought back to life by his hatred of Black, but the doctors quickly try to calm him down in case he injures himself further. The boos and jeers continue as Black and Lashawnda make their way to the back.

Winner: Alexa Black as Last Person Standing

Ace Anderson: Well the match is over and a brutal war was waged between these two former allies with nothing held back.

Jerry Andrews: Damn right Ace. We won't see a match with that level of brutality again any time soon.

Crazy Boy is in the ring barely conscious and held up only by the ring ropes he is leaning on. His face is a bloody mess and his body a physical wreck. The match took everything from him. As he is resting he doesn't see Alexa sneak back into the ring with a steel chair.

Ace Anderson: Uh oh! Alexa is back! What is she doing!?

Jerry Andrews: You know she's not going to let this war be ended yet!

She comes up behind Crazy boy and he turns to her and before he can react she lets out a ear piercing screech and he gets blasted with the chair which cracks off his skull with a sickening bang. Crazy Boy crumples in a heap with the chair still wrapped around his head, his forehead now bleeding like a tap on full.

Ace Anderson: Holy shit! That was an absolutely vile chair shot. Crazy Boy had no chance to stop it. If he didn't have a concussion before he might now.

Jerry Andrews: That's a worrying thought Ace you know what sort of effect concussions have on your in ring career.

She exits the ring and goes over to the steel steps and throws the top half aside with ease before picking up the base and carrying it to the edge of the ring and sliding it in again with little effort.

Ace Anderson: Those steel steps are extremely heavy! They weigh at least a hundred pounds!

She re enters the ring and drags the base of the stairs into the middle of the ring and happy with her placement focuses her eyes on the still downed Crazy Boy with a sadistic smile.

She yanks the chair off him and throws it aside sending it skidding across the ring under the bottom rope and out to the floor before hauling him up in front of her. He pulls his face right up to hers and screams at him

"It starts with you Crazy Boy it starts with you......"

She hauls him into position on her shoulders before driving him head and neck first into the base of the steps with a Black Widow resulting in a nauseating crunch.

His body goes limp and starts spasaming as he collapses to the mat drawing a roar of boos from the PCW faithful.

Jerry Andrews: That was horrific. She could have killed him! Alexa is out of control. What on God's earth is enough for her?

Ace Anderson: No one knows except Alexa, Jerry.

She laughs with delight at what she has done as she looks down at Crazy Boy before exiting the ring to the still booing crowd. As she does the trainers referee and paramedics rush to attend to Crazy Boy who hasn't moved and is barely responsive.

Ace Anderson: I don't know what to say folks. That despicable attack has left me shocked and disgusted. I don't know how anyone can do that to a fellow human being...

The paramedics move him carefully onto a backboard and onto a stretcher before wheeling him up the ramp towards the back so he can get medical attention.

As they do Alexa comes back and the paramedics and officials quickly scatter as she lifts the back board off the stretcher and carries it and Crazy Boy back to ringside.

Jerry Andrews: Oh god what the hell is she doing now? GET HER OUT OF HERE!

Ace Anderson: Somebody stop her for gods sake!

She swings the backboard like a MLB batter and slams it off the ring post before it clatters to the ground

"Get up from THAT!" She screams

She pulls out a piece of paper and goes over to Crazy Boy before drawing her finger across his head and taking her bloody finger across his name on her hit list.

Ace Anderson: She is truly an evil monster.

Jerry Andrews: GET HER AWAY FROM THE RING! COME ON NOW!

"That's one down and two to go!

And Nathan I'd like to personally thank you for taking out my manager Orin. He was the only sane one among us. He was the only thing that could have stopped me but now he's gone and you will ALL suffer"

She walks up the ramp and to the back leaving a stunned crowd behind her.

Jerry Andrews: Well... okay.... sorry folks, we're a little shook up here but coming up next is the PCW Tag Team Championship match!

Ace Anderson: Yeah. This one promises to be a good one!

Nightcore's "Pretty Little Psycho" blasts over the speakers. The crowd's ears perk up as the siren wail before Kelli Starr bursts through the curtain! Candy colored lights and strobe pulse to the beat of the song as smoke begins to line the ramp. Kelli makes her way to the top of the runway, waving as the crowd cheers, but their jubilation switches to jeers as N. Saniti joins her with a rictus grin. The couple stroll down to the ring, Kelli with an upbeat skip in her step.

The mixed reaction from the crowd doesn't faze Nathan in the least as the tag team champs both enter the ring. Before they can soak in the crowd, the music suddenly changes to that familiar cover of Black Sabbath's "Fairies Wear Boots" that was hear when Kelli met the Mysterious Man who tried to romance her in Trauma 182. Nathan's grin morphs into a grimace of pure hatred as he, and a worried Kelli, watch the top of the ramp.

Ace Anderson: What the actual hell?

The lighting changes from that of high energy bubble gum colors to slower, dim, romantic pinks and reds as the Mysterious Man emerges from the back. his immaculate black suit with a white mask and tie suggest a man of distinction. Soon, he is joined by his cohort, a man of nearly equal size and less heavy appears, his suit colors the exact opposite of the first Mystery Man. The man in the black suit brings a microphone to where his mouth would be.

Mystery Man 1: I apologize for not showing up at Trauma 183 as I had promised, my sweetest Kelli.

The silken words dripping from this would-be wooers lips makes N. Saniti's blood boil. He lurches at the ropes with the intentions of steamrolling towards the top entrance, but Dollface holds him back, a gentle hand placed on his chest.

Mystery Man 1: Do you see, my dearest? Do you see how he acts? I don't think that's the man you deserve. I can show you a simpler world, one without the dangerous behavior. Come to me. Please, my sweet...

The Mystery Man takes to one knee, his hand outstretched, pleading. Kelli looks only slightly torn, but she whispers something in Nathan's ear before stepping through the rope. Heading up the ramp cautiously as Nathan watches, she slowly approaches.

The Mystical Madman carefully steps through the ropes, his uncanny grin once again in place, but staring daggers at the masked men, keeping just out of Kelli's eyeshot. He fondles an obsidian star hanging at his neck as the woman he loves draws near the gentleman caller. Like a lion stalking his prey, he saunters up the ramp after his beloved, the amulet aimed in her direction! The amber at the center begins to glow as he gets closer, but the man in the white suit charges past Kelli, walloping Nathan with a clothesline!

Mystery Man 1: See? He tries to attack you when your back is turned!

The black suited Mystery Man grabs Kelli spinning her into his grasp like they were dancing . The one in the white suit picks Nathan up above his head, delivering a back breaker to the magician at the base of the runway. The larger man in the black suit hold Kelli close to him, her back against his front, forcing her to watch as his ally begins to demolish her beau within the ring.

Mystery Man 1: You deserve a man who will give you the world...

Kelli finally struggles free, delivering a slap that could be heard in the nose bleed section, giving the Mystery Man pause, as he reaches for his face. He slowly begins to giggle before she smacks him again for good measure. He begins to speak again, but Dollface snatches the mic from his grasp.

Kelli: Nathan may be a bit... confused right now, but I love him, and ONLY him!

With that she yanks the white mask from his head revealing... St. Judge? The audience gasps almost in unison as Judge makes no attempt to cover his identity. Still, he looks at Kelli with sincerity, taking the mic back from her.

Judge: I really do love you Kelli. If that means I force you to watch...

The other man in the ring stops thrumming Nathan long enough to remove his own mask.

Jerry Andrews: No surprise that one was Jury.

Jury continues beating the carp out of Nathan. Soon enough, a carp actually fall out of Nathan's coat.

Judge: ...As we cripple your partner, then that's exactly what it means!

Again, Judge uses his immensity to corral Kelli against him, walking her down to the ring. Jury stomps Nathan in the chest as a very confused Ty Little admonishes him to let up long enough to get the match going. Jury doffs his suit, yanking it free from his body as if the seams were made with velcro. Judge places Kelli in her corner, making his way to his own and removing his suit as well. Jury steps out as Judge steps in. Little calls for the bell as the larger man drills Nathan in the chest with an elbow drop.

PCW Tag Team Championship
Psychedelica [Nathan Saniti & "Dollface" Kelli Starr] (Tag Team ©) vs. The Saints [Judge & Jury]
Referee: Ty Little

Jerry Andrews: Well, that was an interesting development.

Ace Anderson: Not sure if it's a bit of psychology or suicidal tendencies to provoke N. Saniti, but if anyone could get away with it, it'd be the Saints.

Judge pulls Nathan to his feet, slinging him to their corner. Jury holds him in place as the ref begins counting. Judge walks over to the corner, caressing Kelli's face, which she meets with a look of disgust. he spins, charging the corner hitting Nathan with a spear. Jury releases his grip just before Ty Little disqualifies the two. Nathan melts to the mat in the corner as Kelli looks on with deep concern.

Judge gathers the prone magician, pulling him into a full nelson. He shakes the smaller man as if he were a rag doll before dropping into a full nelson slam. Judge reaches down to bring Nathan to full stance, only to deliver him back to the mat with a belly-to-belly suplex. But then, the Mystical Madman begins... laughing?

Ace Anderson: Um? Okay. That's not scary. At all.

Jerry Andrews: I don't think I've ever seen someone begin laughing after taking a beating like that.

A puzzled Judge raises a foot, bringing it down on Saniti's chest, but his efforts are only met with more laughter. He begins to stomp again, but this time, his foot is caught by N. Saniti. Nathan slowly rises to his feet, bringing his newfound prize with him. With emptiness in his eyes, he staggers toward his corner, leading Judge hopping on one foot. Before he gets too close, Judge leaps up, attempting an enziguri, but Nathan ducks under it deftly as he tags in Kelli.

Ty Little begins to count as Nathan gathers Judge's other leg, spinning him on his back while Dollface ascends the turnbuckles. Kelli leaps off, landing squarely in the middle of Judge's chest with both knees.

Jerry Andrews: Kelli dropped the bass!

Ace Anderson: That's no way to treat someone who loves you!

Judge clasps his chest as Kelli pulls him to his feet, but he swats her away without striking her. He tries to walk away from her, but Kelli drop kicks him in the back, sending him flying a little faster to his corner than he'd hoped. Nevertheless, Jury tags in. Judge stops him before he progresses, giving him some instructions. Jury nods as he and Kelli tie up in the center of the ring. The much larger man puts all of his weight in a shove, sending Kelli skidding backwards on her butt.

Jerry Andrews: It looks like Dollface is rethinking her strategy.

Ace Anderson: Duh. Jury is twice her size, and he's the SMALLER of her two opponents.

Kelli gets to her feet, signaling Jury to come at her. The two go to tie up again, but this time, Kelli ducks under, lifting a foot and arching her back, planting the foot hard in Jury's face. Jury quickly shakes it off, his temper flaring as he charges at her. The nimble little minx drops him with a toe hold, planting him firmly between the second and top ropes. Dollface hurries to the ropes, rebounding and straddling Jury's back as she lands. Jury wilts to the mat as Kelli hits the turnbuckles, climbing to the top with ease.

Waiting patiently as Jury regains his vertical base, Kelli flies off with a double axe handle to his noggin, sending him crashing like a fallen tree once again.

Jerry Andrews: SUGAR HIGH!

Kelli stands over her downed opponent, hitting a foot to his midsection. Then another. And another as random dubstep music joins in on the action. Satisfied that Jury is down for a second, she tags in N. Saniti. The music changes to waltz music as the two quickly step in circles around Jury until they deliver a stomp followed by an elbow drop in unison.

Ace Anderson: Did they just waltz all over Jury?

Jerry Andrews: I believe so, yes.

Kelli exits to prevent being disqualified as Nathan collects Jury from the mat. Lifting him vertically, he begins to spin like a tornado, finally suplexing him to the mat with a thunderous thud. Nathan scrambles to his feet, sitting Jury upright his head violently. He bounces off the ropes, but is met with a kick to the back from Judge, sending him sprawling to the mat in agony.

Ace Anderson: That's one way to stop the momentum of the tag champs.

Jury slowly regains his footing while the ref admonishes Judge for his actions. After giving the Mystical Madman a few good stomps to his back, Jury yanks him up and shoves him hard into no man's land. Now it's Judge's turn to hold the magician in place as Jury spears him three times, nearly into unconsciousness. Judge makes the tag and pulls him into the Man 'o War. Not letting the Mystical Madman gain any breathing room, he pulls him up into a side walk slam.

Jerry Andrews: We've got a cover!

Ace Anderson: NO! Nathan kicks out at two!

Judge's frustration surfaces as he gathers his prey again. Nathan is on the receiving end of a bear hug, working on that softened up back. He howls in pain as Judge cinches it harder, squeezing the breath out of him. finally, Nathan rakes the eyes, causing Judge to relinquish the hold. He tries to escape to a very animated Kelli, but Judge cuts him off with a shoulder to the knees, dropping him like a bad habit. He spins the magician over on his stomach with a half Boston crab, looking at Kelli longingly.

Jerry Andrews: What's Kelli doing now?

Ace Anderson: If I didn't know better, I'd say she was flirting with Judge.

Kelli continues to tease Judge with seductive movements in her corner. She wiggles a finger in a "come hither" motion. Judge drops the aching Saniti in the center of the ring, approaching her with Lust in his eyes. Before he can get to her, Nathan springs up, an enraged grimace on his face, as he smacks Judge in the back of his noggin with an elbow. Planting his opponent in the corner, the magician gives the floor to the Candy Girl. Holding him in place while Kelli charges the ropes for momentum, Nathan steps aside as Kelli not-so-gently caresses Judge with a leg lariat.

Judge collapses to the canvas counting canaries as Kelli courts the corner post for height. Judge falls to his back just as Kelli flies with a 360 splash. She assists Judge to his feet and tries for her patented spinning back fist, but the larger man halts it with his beefy tattooed arms before it can connect. Almost as if in reaction, he slaps Kelli across the face. HARD.

A few seconds lapse as the action sinks in, Judge's face a heap of regret, and Kelli's becoming uncharacteristically aggressive. Before the Saint can react, Kelli rabbit punches him in every available area, in alphabetical order. Before she gets to "T," she slings him into the ropes, landing a Lou Thesz press. Mounting a flurry of fists to Judge's face, she scrambles to her feet and proceeds to Garvin stomp every joint in the poor man's body.

Jerry Andrews: WOW! This is a side of Kelli we don't often see.

Ace Anderson: No kidding. Maybe hanging with N. Saniti is effecting her.

Her attack unrelenting, she scurries to a corner, but Jury knocks the rope out from under her leg before she can fly away, causing her to spill off onto the floor. The zebra waggles an accusing finger at Jury as he turns his back on Judge. Seeing his opportunity, Nathan snatches a handful of hat pins, sinking them deep into the neck flesh of Judge. Pulling them free and escaping before he can get caught, Nathan rolls out of the ring to check on Kelli.

He helps her to her feet as she reassures him that she's fine. He encourages her to give it another shot. Dollface climbs the turnbuckles as Judge staggers drunkenly to his feet, his hand on his wound. She hits with a Cherry on Top, felling the much larger man with ease. Still enraged at the slap, she gathers Judge from the mat, spinning with the speed of a cat.

Ace Anderson: CANDYGRAM! And a cover!

Ty Little drops for the count.

1!

2!

3!

"Your winners, and still Tag Team Champions... Psychedelica!"

Kelli raises her hands in victory as Nathan joins her in the ring.

Jerry Andrews: What's he doing now?

N. Saniti hold the amulet over Judge, crouching over him. Jury runs in, but Kelli drops him with a Candygram of his own. She turns around, concerned over what Nathan is attempting. As the Mystical Madman chants, the amber begins to glow once again, this time aimed at the would-be suitor.

With a flourish, Nathan produces a mic spitting venomous words as Judge's body wretches in agony.

N. Saniti: You wanted what was mine, yet your feelings are rooted in the carnal. The only thing you have managed to do is provide me with the final piece I needed. I will give you this one gift: I'll remove the Lust within you!

Coal black heart shaped bubbles begin boiling out of Judge as he screams in sheer pain. little by little, they gather together and disappear into the amulet. Seconds feel like hours as the ritual takes place. Finally, just as the last of the hearts are drank up by the bauble, security scrambles to the ring, removing the champs.

Winners and Still PCW Tag Team Champions: Psychedelica via pinfall

Suddenly, there sound of static overwhelms the arena. And then...

The lights go out as the music continues. They then finally come back and... nothing.

Jerry Andrews: Ummmm....

Ace Anderson: Moving on....

Jerry Andrews: Coming up next, folks, the man who is - I guess - PCW President....? Michael Wryght is defending his International Championship in a match against Eira.

Ace Anderson: Eira has certainly been through hell against the Black Hand for over a year so you know she really wants this one!

The arena lights lower to a shadowed dimness as "Dystopic" by Position Music 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.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the PCW International Championship!"

The conflagration dies down, and twin purple spotlights angle in to reveal Eira. She stands absolutely motionless for a few seconds, her left leg with its gleaming, spiked black metal knee brace crossed in front of the right; arms outstretched and head tipped back in a mockery of the Crucifixion. She lowers her arms and walks towards the ring, her relentless stride perfectly in sync with the heavy background beat, following the trail of flickering purple flames to either side of her path.

"Introducing first, she is EIRA!"

"Gold on the Ceiling" by The Black Keys begins to blare over the P.A. system and the arena darkens. A single spotlight begins to shine on the entrance way illumination none other than “Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght. He is wearing a long black and silver sleeveless robe. He stands there with his back to the ring and his arms crossed. The back of the robe is exposed with the words in blue and silver “Mr. Showtime” and slightly behind him is the beautiful Perfection.

"And, her opponent: He is the PCW International Champion...."

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

"'Mr. Showtime' Michael Wryght!"

PCW International Championship
"Mr. Showtime" Michael Wryght (International ©) vs Eira
Referee: Ed Lane

The bell rings and Eira immediately tackles Showtime down to the mat, unloading on him with right and left hands!

Jerry Andrews: Woah!

Ace Anderson: Eira has a lot of anger to take out on Showtime and the Black Hand for everything they've put her through!

Eira continues to batter away at Wryght's face. Ed Lane starts to count and then demands Eira break it up. She ignores him. He insists that he stop using a closed fist.. and she doesn't care. Lane finally physically pulls Eira off of Showtime. Eira takes an angry step towards him.

Jerry Andrews: Eira had better be careful that she doesn't get herself disqualified here!

As Eira argues with the official, Showtime takes her down with a chop block. He then twists her knee and drops an elbow onto it. Showtime now sets Eira up and locks in a figure four.

Ace Anderson: The technical skills of Michael Wryght are on display here early.

Eira battles in the hold, eventually getting to the ropes.

Jerry Andrews: I feel like that hold certainly did some damage Ace.

Showtime pulls Eira up again, only to drop her with a shortarm clothesline. He then pulls her up and delivers a beautiful hangman's neckbreaker. Wryght goes for a cover and gets two. He then pulls Eira up again and backs her into the corner. Eira battles her way out with rights and lefts. She then tackles Showtime down to the mat and starts unloading on him with fist again! He covers up and manages to roll out of the ring to regain his composure.

Jerry Andrews: Ed Lane once again in a heated discussion with Eira here.

Suddenly Eira runs and she flies through the ropes, hitting Showtime with a suicide dive. She is up to her feet quickly and she throws Showtime into the ringside barrier head-first. Eira then picks him up and drops him throat-first on to the barrier. She hears Lane counting and slides in and out of the ring to break up the count.

Ace Anderson: I think Eira is trying to kill Michael Wryght here tonight!

Eira grabs Showtime now and she throws him into the steel steps. She then starts unloading on him with a series of stomps before pulling him back up and whipping him towards the guard rail once again. He reverses the move and Eira hits the barrier. Wryght takes this opportunity to slide back into the ring and compose himself.

Jerry Andrews: Showtime is back in the ring now.

Ace Anderson: Very smart move! Wryght doesn't want to get into a brawl with Eira, especially in the mood she's in tonight. He needs to keep this in the ring and beat her with technical wrestling.

Eira slowly returns to the ring. Showtime grabs her and drops her with a backbreaker. He then pulls her up, only to send her back to the mat with a Russian leg sweep. Michael Wryght goes for a cover, but Eira kicks out at two. He then pulls her up once more and hits a suplex. Another cover and another kickout. Showtime stands up and he grabs Eira's leg as she is on the mat. He kicks her in the back of the knee, wrenches the leg and drops an elbow. He applies pressure, bending her knee.

Jerry Andrews: This is the targeted precision that Michael Wryght is known for.

Wryght pulls Eira up, but she drives the palm of her hand right into his jaw, staggering him. She charges at him, but he dodges the attack. Showtime then shoves Eira, causing her to crash into the turnbuckle. She turns around to face Michael Wryght as he charges. Eira raises herboot and levels Wryght with a kick to the face!! Eira grabs Wryght by the hair and lifts him to his feet, and leveling him again with a big stalling body slam. Eira hops back and bounces off the ropes for momentum, coming back and driving hher leg across Michael Wryght’s neck.

Ace Anderson: Eira going for a cover…

1...
2...
Kickout.

Ace Anderson: And a kickout.

Eira throws Showtime to the corner and starts another attack. She punches Showtime in the face with a few furious rights and lefts, then takes a few steps back, charges, and shoulders Showtime in the stomach. Wryght clutches to his midsection and staggers out of the corner before Eira grabs his right arm and throws him across the ring into the other turnbuckle. Eira charges and hits Wryght in the opposite corner with a plash. Eira then pulls Wryght out to the center of the ring.

Ace Anderson: Showtime is getting beaten up here.

Jerry Andrews: Eira is enraged. You can see it in her eyes!

Eira whips Wryght to the ropes and runs towards the other side... They come back at each other...

Jerry Andrews: Double clothesline?!

Ace Anderson: Both competitors are down and the referee starts the count!

Jerry Andrews: Yeah, because what we need is another inconclusive finish to an International Championship match!

Ace Anderson: Wryght is staggering to his feet!

Jerry Andrews: Eira is slowly standing up as well!!

Wryght whips Eira to the ropes but Eira counters, sending Wryght into the ropes. Showtime bounces on the ropes and comes back with flying clothesline!

Ace Anderson: The impact of that clothesline took both superstars down once again.

Jerry Andrews: And they're climbing to their feet...

Wryght hits a flying clothesline on Eira. Eira gets up slowly. Showtime approaches her and she slugs in right in the face. She then tackles him to the mat, reaches down, yanks Wryght up by the hair and...

BAM!!!

Eira hits a BIG TIME head butt on Showtime!!! Wryght staggers back covering his left eye.

Ace Anderson: Wryght was dazed by that one. He's hurt.

Wryght continues to stagger in a daze. Eira charges at the dazed Wryght leveling him with a clothesline. Eira again mounts him and starts to unload with forearms to the face

Ace Anderson: Showtime is in trouble here...

Wryght shoves Eira off and tries to get to his feet. He finally does and he turns to face Eira, only to be greeted with Eira’s huge right hand to the throat. Eira now drives her knee into Showtime's midsection and she throws him through the ropes to the outside of the ring.

Jerry Andrews: Eira can't win the title on the outside!

Ace Andrews: I'm not even sure if Eira cares about winning the title right now!

Eira slides out of the ring just as Showtime is getting to his feet. Eira connects with a hard slap to chest. But Wryght returns fire. Eira hits a punch but Wryght retaliates with a chop.

Ace Anderson: They are fighting it out to the announcer’s table...

Jerry Andrews: No! Get the hell away from here!!!

Ace Anderson: Eira slams Showtime’s head right into the table!!

Eira now grabs Showtime by the hair again and she slams him into the table once more. She then picks him up and throws him into the timekeeper's area where he collides with several steel chairs. Eira now picks up one of the chairs.

Jerry Andrews: No Eira! Don't! You'll get disqualified!

Showtime manages to tackle Eira down before she can swing the chair. He pulls her up and tosses her back into the ring, just barely beating the count himself.

Ace Anderson: Eira looks like she just wants to hurt Showtime here tonight! The title is secondary!

Back in the ring, Wryght sends Eira to the mat with a hard body slam. He then goes for a cover and gets two. Showtime pulls Eira back up, only to drop her with a brainbuster. Another cover and another kickout.

Jerry Andrews: Showtime making Eira use up energy with every kickout. Smart strategy.

Showtime pulls Eira up. He whips her, but Eira reverses it and she throws Showtime... right into referee Ed Lane!

Jerry Andrews: Oh no!

Eira sees that the referee is out and now she unloads on Showtime with a series of closed fists! He covers up, but she continues to pound on him until he throws her off. Eira slides out of the ring and she grabs a steel chair! She throws it into the ring, hitting Michael Wryght. She then grabs another chair and another and another. She returns to the ring with three chairs. Showtime gets to his feet, and Eira clocks him with the chair, denting it.

Ace Anderson: MY GOD WHAT A SHOT!

Eira sets up two more chairs, one around Showtime's ankle and one around Showtime's neck.

Jerry Andrews: WHAT!?

Ace Anderson: Is she really...!?

Another official rushes into the ring, but Eira shoves him down to the mat! A third official is in, but Eira takes him down as well! Ed Lane is back up. Another referee rushes in and he approaches Eira and she takes him down too! She picks up a chair. Showtime is up now and he swings a steel chair of his own.... it hits Eira, knocking her down onto Ed Lane!

Jerry Andrews: Oh my.... this is... this is bad!

Showtime staggers backwards to catch his breath. Eira slowly gets up and she tackles Wryght down once more. Suddenly several PCW officials charge into the ring. They forcibly pulls Eira off of Michael Wryght.

Jerry Andrews: This is chaos!

The bell begins to ring repeatedly but, unsurprisingly, no one cares. Officials and security guards finally get between Eira and Wryght.

Ace Anderson: Wow!

Jerry Andrews: So.... I guess Showtime retains?

Ace Anderson: I guess he does!

PCW officials drag Eira out of the ring and Showtime eventually relents and leaves on his own.

Winner: Double Disqualification (?)

Jerry Andrews: Well, folks, from one chaotic and personal situation to another.

Ace Anderson: It seems like we just can't have a title match in this company without controversy and it was controversy that gave birth to this best of five series between Non Compos Mentis and Justin Kaard.

Jerry Andrews: And we've had some absolutely epic matches in this series, but it could all end tonight.

Ace Anderson: Can NCM win the title tonight or do we have to go to a final match on the Iceys?

"Ladies and gentlemen, this contest is scheduled for one fall and is the fourth match is a possible best-of-five for the PCW North American Championship!"

The crowd cheers.

Suddenly the lights go down, followed by the screech of the PA system being wrenched into action with heavily synthesized tones. 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 himself in the stands! Over the roar of the PCW fans the vocals kick in, and the ‘Born Psycho’ walks intensely through the crowd toward the ring.

“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 look over 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 throws it into his corner, then readies himself for the match.

"Introducing first, he currently leads this series by a count of two-to-one: NON COMPOS MENTIS!"

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, stance staggered with one arm raised in the air.

Kaard strides purposely down the ramp, stopping about half way down as he pumps his fists into the air. Continuing down the ramp, he turns the corner and sprints towards the ring. With a slight leap he slides on his knees along the apron before catching himself and facing the audience. Stepping up and through the ropes he makes a circuit around the ring before bouncing off the far side and sprinting across the rings.

He steps up, balancing himself on the second and third rope while pointing across the audience. Bouncing with the ropes, he jumps back into the ring and waits for the bell.

"And his opponent: JUSTIN KAARD!"

Jerry Andrews: This feud got really personal - and really violent - on the last episode of Trauma, so I'm very anxious to see what will happen right now!

Match Four of Five in the PCW North American Championship Series
NCM leads series 2-1
Non Compos Mentis vs Justin Kaard
Referee: Manny Cruz

The two meet up in the center of the ring for a staredown as the bell rings. NCM wastes no time, charging in and landing a series of rights and lefts to the jaw on Kaard.

Jerry Andrews: Wasting no time with these two.

Ace Anderson: That's how it should be!

NCM whips Kaard off the ropes and then goes for a clothesline only to have Kaard sidestep it. Justin Kaard then he gives NCM a knee to the ribs and then picks him up and body slams him to the mat. Kaard then steps on NCM's chest before hitting a leg drop.

Jerry Andrews: Justin Kaard is fighting for his life in this series! He wants to extend it and compete for the championship at the Iceys!

Justin Kaard stands Mentis up, whips him into the corner buckle and then lands a series of shoulder blocks on him before whipping him to the opposite corner. Kaard gives NCM a clothesline to the mat for good measure. Kaard then goes for the pin. 1...2... NCM manages to kick out.

Ace Anderson: This one isn't going to end THAT easily!

Kaard then stands NCM up and whips him through the ropes to the floor. The crowd cheers. Kaard exits the ring and jumps down to the floor where he pulls NCM up. NCM battles back with a series of punches to the gut on Kaard. Non Compos Mentis lands a jawbreaker. Kaard staggers a bit and grabs the apron to hold himself steady. NCM then lands a series strong rights on Kaard only to shot to the face from his opponent. Kaard then rolls NCM back inside the ring before rolling himself back in as well.

Jerry Andrews: Both men coming out of that exchange worse for wear. They're not holding anything back, though.

Ace Anderson: What's interesting to watch is how these two have adapted and changed their styles over the course of this series. They've had t keep coming in different ways to avoid being predictable.

Kaard stands NCM up, whips him off the ropes and then gives him another clothesline to the mat. Kaard then pulls NCM up from the mat again. Non Compos Mentis fights back, delivering a series of forearm smashes to the chin that drive Justin Kaard into the corner. NCM then sets him for and delivers a snap suplex to the mat. NCM then pulls himself to his feet and starts putting the boots to Kaard, unloading on him with stomps. NCM reaches down and pulls Kaard up, but Justin Kaard unloads on him with a series of rights and lefts to the jaw.

Jerry Andrews: Justin Kaard doing anything to take NCM down now!

Ace Anderson: And it looks like it's working! But he has to watch out and not get disqualified. A win of any kind here tonight gives NCM the series and the title!

NCM manages to duck a shot and he shoulder blocks Kaard into the corner buckle. Kaard answers that by shoving NCM down to the mat and then mounts the ropes and hit a double axe handle smash across the back of his opponent. Kaard sets NCM up now for a suplex, but Mentis reverses it and he drops Kaard down to the mat. NCM with a cover and a kickout at two.

Jerry Andrews: Justin Kaard is still alive!

NCM pulls Kaard up and he drags him to the middle of the ring. He then sets him for and delivers a vertical suplex on him.

Ace Anderson: What a move!

NCM then quickly gets to his feet. He waits for Kaard to stand up and then drops him with a huge spinebuster!

Jerry Andrews: A cover... this could be for the championship... and no!

Ace Anderson: Justin Kaard kicks out!

Non Compos Mentis pulls Justin Kaard but, but Kaard catches him with a roll up! 1...2...

Jerry Andrews: Justin Kaard almost stole this one!

Ace Anderson: NCM has to be careful not to let it creep into his mind that a loss here doesn't end the series for him. He can't start thinking that he'll have another chance even if he loses....

Kaard then starts getting to his feet. NCM is also getting to his feet. Kaard grabs NCM and knees him in the face. He then picks him up and attempts a DDT. Non Compos Mentis breaks free and he responds with a series of punches. Kaard then knees him in the gut to break up the onslaught. Kaard then catches his opponent with double underhook suplex to the mat. Kaard then stands up and hits a standing moonsault for a cover!
1...
2...

Jerry Andrews: Kaard almost had it right there!

Ace Anderson: I'm telling you, NCM's worst enemy right now could be that he can take a loss and survive. He'll need to have the killer instinct to end it tonight. Justin Kaard is fighting for his life and giving it his all so NCM will need to match his desperation!

Kaard waits for his opponent to stand up and, when he does, he hits him with a frankensteiner and rolls through! 1...2... kick out by NCM!

Jerry Andrews: Another close one!

Kaard stands NCM up again. This time, NCM drops and lands a jawbreaker on Kaard and he then pulls his feet out from underneath him. NCM stands up and he drops an elbow. He waits for Kaard to get to his feet and then he spins and hits him with a spinning backfist!

Jerry Andrews: Blunt Trauma! This could be it!

1....
2....

Jerry Andrews: KICKOUT!

Ace Anderson: Kaard is not going to go down without a fight! How will NCM respond!?

Both competitors get to their feet and NCM kicks Kaard in the stomach, doubling him over! He then sets him up and hits a big powerbomb! NCM with a cover and a two count once again!

Ace Anderson: How much does Justin Kaard have left in him and can Non Compos Mentis find it inside him to finish Justin Kaard off!?

NCM approaches Kaard, who kicks him in the stomach. Kaard now drops NCM with a DDT. He now goes upstairs to the top ropes! NCM slowly gets to his feet as Kaard leaps off with a flying crossbody! NCM catches him and slams him down to the mat!

Jerry Andrews: Justin Kaard went high risk and it certainly did NOT pay off for him!

Ace Anderson: He had no other choice! He has to throw everything his had at NCM to extend this series!

NCM gets up now and he sets Justin Kaard up... Fractured Mind!

Jerry Andrews: He hit it! The cover!

1....
2....
3!!!!

The bell rings!

Winner and NEW PCW North American Champion: Non Compos Mentis via pinfall

Jerry Andrews: NCM did it! He ended it in four!

Ace Anderson: Impressive to say the least! He snuffed the life out of Justin Kaard here tonight and Non Compos Mentis is your new PCW North American Champion! What a series between these two!

NCM raises the championship high above his head in celebration as the crowd cheers.

Jerry Andrews: Congratulations to NCM and, well folks, we have one match left and it's a big one.

Ace Anderson: This is perhaps the most anticipated battle of the year. Brother versus brother. Sadistic versus Grimm. And the PCW World Championship is on the line!

Jerry Andrews: Sadistic has held the PCW World Championship for almost a year and for all of 2015 thus far. While some may have questioned him early on in his reign, he has certainly proved to be a very dominant champion.

Ace Anderson: That's for sure, he's defeated some of PCW's best in the last year, including Eira and Gem on back-to-back shows and Nathan Saniti on our last pay-per-view event Deadly Intentions.

Jerry Andrews: Not to mention the power he's held as a member of the Black Hand.

Ace Anderson: And, in that way, it's kind of strange that his fellow Black Hand brother - and his actual brother - could be the one to end his reign.

Jerry Andrews: Of course, the wild card in this is the referee. How will Justin Michaels call this contest?

Ace Anderson: We're about to find out!

"Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the PCW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!"

The crowd explodes.

"First, allow me to introduce the special referee for tonight's 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. "Immortal" by Eve to Adam 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.

"I AM IMMORTAL, I'LL NEVER FADE AWAY!"

Justin plays to the jeers 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 hatred they provide before turning his attention back to the ring, and starts to make his way towards the squared circle.

"I'M A LEGACY THAT LIVES BEYOND, FAR BEYOND THE GRAVE!"

Having made it to ringside, Stormm patrols around to the opposite side of the ring and gives a salute towards Ace and Jerry before hopping up onto the apron, and motions to the crowd once more.

"I AM IMMORTAL, I'LL NEVER REST IN PEACE!"

"The Force of Nature... JUSTIN 'STORMM' MICHAELS!"

"AND YOU'RE NEVER GONNA BE, NEVER GONNA BE, NEVER BE, NEVER GONNA BE, NEVER GONNA BE, NEVER BE ME!"

Justin climbs through the ropes and 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 and his music fades out, but the overwhelming disapproval does not as he stands the ready for his match.

Jerry Andrews: That's quite the intro for a referee!

Ace Anderson: That's quite the intro for anyone!

Jerry Andrews: Stormm has acted as a peacekeeper in recent weeks but tension between Grimm and Sadistic exploded as Trauma went off the air.

Ace Anderson: Well, there will be no peace here tonight, that's for sure!

Jerry Andrews: That's for sure.

Ace Anderson: That's the wild card of the match though, Jerry. Stormm. Impartial referee?   

Jerry Andrews: We can hope. ESPECIALLY with it being such a huge match. But I wouldn’t put anything past ANYONE. Oh what a tangled web we weave ... 

Ace Anderson: Stop. Just stop. You’re not clever, that was a crap sound byte. Now if you wanted a real quote, then - - 

Ace’s words are cut quite short as the sounds of ‘Counting Bodies Like Sheep to the Rhythm of the War Drums' by A Perfect Circle sounds out over the PCW speaker system. Sparse percussion resonates throughout the arena and is soon joined by a droning, distorted bass line. Stomping out of the speakers and marching through the aisles. The drums, the distortion, the voices – all work to herald the arrival of Grimm. 

Don’t fret, precious, I’m here. Step away from the window. 

He walks 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. The words work their way up through the layers of the song. 

Go back to sleep. 

Jerry Andrews: It’s kind of funny how we get the best chance to talk at THIS part of the song. 

Ace Anderson: You know what that means? It means shut up; you bore everyone into a coma. 

Jerry Andrews: HA. HA. In all seriousness, Ace ... let’s lay it out for the folks watching at home with your usually spot-on analysis. 

Ace Anderson: Normally, I’d be inclined to agree. But Jerry, these two are SO similar in terms of style, pace and temperament that what I say for one man would go the same for the other! So I don’t know what else to say. These two are gonna fight. No fluff here, just raw violence. I gotta say, I’m looking forward to it. 

Jerry Andrews: Ace Anderson, speechle - 

Ace Anderson: BUT what I WILL say is that Sadistic does have experience on Grimm. Not MUCH of an edge, but there nonetheless. The fact that these two know each other so well and have such a STORIED history ... I wouldn’t doubt that begin a key factor in how to go about things. Play on that familiarity. That’s gonna be the key for ONE of these two to pick up the victory. 

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. Waits for ... 

As the opening to "Paint it Black" twangs over the speakers, the Phenom strolls out from the back; slowly and deliberately. 

... that.   

Sadistic’s nasty grin tells you that something bad is about to happen, and only he knows what it is. The fans definitely don't like him, and his mannerisms clearly illustrate that the feeling is mutual. After walking down the aisle, Sadistic casually rolls into the ring and climbs up onto the second turnbuckle. His arms at his sides and his chin held high only serve to incite the PCW Faithful further. 

Jerry Andrews: Billy Sadistic. World Champion. He’s proven himself against all comers, but can he do it against someone so close?   

Ace Anderson: I definitely think he can. In fact, I think he’s MORE dangerous because it’s someone so familiar with him, Jerry. Without question. 

PCW World Championship 

Sadistic (World ©) vs Grimm 

Special Referee: Justin "Stormm" Michaels

Jerry Andrews: Well folks, we’re here. The Main Event of the evening. And honestly, Ace .. what can be said of this match that hasn’t been discussed ad nauseum on the streets, on the web ... EVERYwhere? 

Ace Anderson: You aren’t kidding, Jerry. Grimm taking on Sadistic. This might be the most brutal, unflinching Main Event we’ve ever had the privilege of seeing. And I certainly would know; I’ve seen my fair share of them. Something else - - 

Stormm calling both men to the center of the ring for pre-fight instructions, there’s definitely a big fight feel in the air here tonight. There’s a hush in the audience, an eerie sort of silence. A buzz, sure ... but still quiet. It’s a guarantee that those available in the back are watching the monitors intently. The instructions finished, both competitors back towards their respective corners as Stormm holds the World Championship high into the air for all to see. The richest prize in the land up for grabs here tonight. 

A final verification and ... 

DING DING! 

The bell rings and we’re underway! Both Grimm and Sadistic remain stoic and stationary. Neither man moving a solitary inch. 30 seconds pass ... and both men still eyeball each other closely. Finally, a minute later ... Grimm and Sadistic begin moving in towards the center of the ring yet again. Loping, determined strides. Within centimeters of each other now. The tension thick and palpable, who will fire the first salvo? 

BOOM! 

A shot from Sadistic! Sadistic unloading on Grimm, the sheer ferocity of his blows staggering the Hangtown Horror. Backwards ... back towards the corner from whence he came. Suddenly, a dead halt and Grimm is shrugging off the blows. Grimm lets loose his own strikes, combating Sadistic’s flurry of offense. Grimm coming back with a vengeance, he begins to push Sadistic away ... turning back the tide of the maelstrom! 

The crowd is on their feet from the very outset. Grimm and Sadistic fighting back and forth, blows growing even heavier as the seconds tick by. Who will yield?! As Sadistic begins taking the brunt of the fight, a quick knee to the gut stunts the volley of punches enough to double over the Lord of Misrule. Sadistic takes two hands full of beard and yanks back, forcing Grimm to the mat with a sickening thud. Head on canvas, the crowd OOHs as Grimm rolls towards the ropes for safety. But there is no safety, for Stormm is nowhere in the mix of things. He’s going to let things go as far as he can; there WILL be a winner. 

Sadistic continues to stomp at the retreating Grimm, even going so far as to roll under the ropes to avoid the boots. As Sadistic rears back for another kick, Grimm takes the bottom rope and tugs back on it ... letting go and watching as the bottom strand catches the Phenom in the shin of his anchored leg. An awkward semi-split, Sadistic lets out a groan as he’s closer to Grimm’s level now. Grimm sitting up, he’s firing shots to Sadistic’s skull through the ropes. It’s a brawl at its’ finest, ladies and gentlemen. 

Ace Anderson: Some ... LAX officiating from Stormm, wouldn’t you say Jerry? 

Jerry Andrews: I think right now, Stormm is as much a spectator as any of us. And with the best seat in the house, no less. Don’t expect him to get involved unless he absolutely has to. The stakes are too high tonight. 

Grimm slides off the apron, grabbing a fistful of hair as he goes ... pulling Sadistic throat first across the bottom rope. Hard, clubbing forearms to the neck and back. Sadistic has nowhere to go as Grimm lands unchecked shot after shot. With a sudden heave, Sadistic lands with a WHUMP on the floor in front of the announce table. Stormm nimbly hops out to keep tabs on the action, god forbid he miss any of the excitement with the view HE has. 

Grimm dragging Sadistic to his feet, Sadistic lets fly a desperation double handed chop to the throat that stuns Grimm. As Grimm clutches the front of his neck, Sadistic claps his hands behind Grimm’s head ... the insides of his forearms slamming against the temples in a painful bell ringer type of attack. Grimm dazed, Sadistic yanks him by the hair back into the side of the ring. Grimm’s spine and lower back impacting the apron, he drops to his knees in pain. Bowling shoe ugly, but dammit what else would you have expected? 

Grimm struggling to his feet, Sadistic rolls back inside the ring (isn’t there supposed to be a count here, Stormm?) and lays in wait for all of two seconds before diving at Grimm feet first. Low, low dropkick sends Grimm stumbling chest first into the announce table. 

Jerry Andrews: WHOA! 

Ace Anderson: Hey hey now! We’re just watching, Billy; no need to get US involved! 

Sadistic smiling as he slithers back out to the floor, Grimm falls flat onto his back ... stretching slightly to alleviate the muscles that are beginning to spasm in his back. Sadistic, however, will have NONE of this and grabs Grimm by the beard ... dragging him upward to his feet. As Grimm reaches his feet, he lets loose a MASSIVE chomp that catches Sadistic’s fingers firmly between his clenched jaws. Sadistic howling in pain, he frantically attempts to free himself from the vice-like grip. After shaking his head violently several times, Grimm relinquishes the hold and backs away slightly as Sadistic cradles the wounded digits. 

Sadistic rounding the corner, Grimm takes a knee for a quick breather as Sadistic retreats. But not for long, as Grimm takes a blinding sprint towards Sadistic, catching him with a fearful spear from behind and sending both he and brother tumbling to the ground in a heap. 

Ace Anderson: Block to the back; five yard penalty. Definitely NOT first down. 

Both men scrapping on the floor as they rise to their feet, Grimm is the one in charge for the moment and quickly rolls Sadistic into the ring. A mistake, some would argue, as Sadistic now has the high ground and has the heavy odds of dictating the next move. That is, if Grimm hadn’t been quick to roll in behind him. The terror rising (not Levesque you smarks), Grimm grabs Sadistic by the boot before he can duck back out of the ring. Dragging him back to center ring, Sadistic turns to try and give a heavy kick to Grimm’s breadbasket ... but unwittingly feeds the monster his other leg. 

Grimm now firmly in control of his brother’s lower half, he holds the limbs apart just enough to drop a heavy knee to the ... the ... oh hell, drops a knee straight to Sadistic’s yazoos. Sadistic reaching down to clutch his damaged goods, Grimm flips over top and lands backfirst onto Sadistic’s arms and chest in a very innovative pinfall attempt. Stormm is right there to make the count. 

1! 

2- 

Sadistic rolls to one side, lifting a shoulder and breaking the pinfall. 

As Sadistic gets the shoulder up, Grimm rolls with it. Still holding onto the legs, he wraps one of them up and ends up mounted on top of a facedown Sadistic. Snaking an arm under Sadistic’s chin, his own legs grapevine around the captured leg as he in effect locks in a sloppy but BRUTAL looking STF. A submission from the Hangtown Horror, and a beautiful flow no less. 

Jerry Andrews: The Science of Eight Limbs, Ace. Grimm is so good at so many things in that squared circle. The man is a Rembrandt 

Ace Anderson: Or a Van Gogh, when Sadistic takes one of his ears off. 

Stormm right there to make sure Sadistic isn’t submitting, Sadistic uses one of his free hands to ... poke out one of Stormm’s eyes?! The crowd lets a collective gasp out, watching as Stormm backs away from the hold to clear his vision. Guess that’s ONE way to make sure there will be no submission. Stormm is nowhere near happy about this and comes back with a poke of the eyes of his own to Sadistic. So not only is Sadistic having one of his legs nearly broken ... his back racked and his throat squeezed, but he’s half blind as well. 

At least Stormm isn’t asking him if he wants to quit any more. 

Sadistic now wrangling leverage on his brother, he finally gets his fingers underneath Grimm’s hands and managed to pry them from his neck ... effectively breaking the hold. Grimm rolls away, taking great satisfaction in watching his brother writhe in agony towards the nearest corner. Like roadkill dragging itself towards the side of the road with its’ dying moments, Grimm moves in for the death blow ... but Sadistic has a little fight left in him. 

Sadistic using the bottom turnbuckle to push himself up and back, he lands a particularly sloppy but effective headbutt to the midsection of Grimm. The wind leaving Grimm’s sails ... ha. Imagine Grimm as a little sailboat. Beard as an anchor. Ha. Sorry. Stopping. Stopping like Grimm, whose attack has been broken off by the wily Billy Sadistic. Grimm backing away only the barest of inches, Sadistic takes this opportunity to bumrush his brother, making the most of this impromptu opportunity by dragging him to the mat. 

Ace Anderson: Jesus Christ, these two are fighting like junkyard dogs off their chains. It’s like ... 

Jerry Andrews: DON’T. 

Ace Anderson: ... I definitely wasn’t going to mention Michael Vick. 

... 

... but it IS like a Michael Vick rager. 

Jerry Andrews: *FACEPALM* Are you trying to get us kicked off the air? 

Clawing and scratching at Grimm’s face and chest, he makes sure the Lord of Misrule is missing some skin as he goes on the attack. Several low height elbow drops with some gratuitous bony elbow on sternum action going on, Grimm is left sputtering and gasping for breath. That’s one way to make sure the engine doesn’t run: crush the air filter. Sadistic finally standing for the first time for what seems like a lifetime, he looks down at Grimm ... a rubicund droplet trickling from the corner of his lips.   

Huh. So phenoms DO still bleed.   

Bracing one wrist with his other hand, Sadistic forks two fingers into the nostrils of Grimm and begins hauling him back into the center of the ring ... dragging him like a fresh deer kill on the first hunt of Winter. A hunter’s mentality, save as much energy as possible. Don’t try and drag the carcass, use its’ own physiology against it. Grimm further sputtering and coughins as Sadistic relinquishes the hold, he drops a quick knee to the face of Grimm before landing on him for a quick pin ... hoping the sudden impact has dazed Grimm enough for the victory. 

1! 

2-  

Grimm breaks the pinfall not by getting a shoulder up, but grabbing hold of Stormm’s wrist and keeping it from slapping the mat a third time. Stormm stuggling to free himself from the claw of Grimm, he lets fly a stiff punch to the inside of the wrist. Breaking the Horror’s grasp, Sadistic laughs heartily at Stormm’s frantic reaction, wiggling his fingers in a very ‘Oooh scared of a bogeyman’ way. Laughing as he stands, Sadistic beckons Grimm to rise so he may inflict more of the ass-whoopery.   

Grimm rising, he pushes against Sadistic’s more stable frame as he does so ... steadying himself and betraying a vulnerability rarely seen from the man. Sadistic patting Grimm on the head as he rises, much like one would reassure a small child ... he finds himself stunned when Grimm grabs him by the top of the head and pops off a visceral jawbreaker. Sadistic’s head snapping back, he drops to the mat clutching his neck and jaw.   

Ace Anderson: Sadistic may be in trouble here, Jerry. He’s had issues with that neck before. Maybe Grimm re-aggravated it? 

Grimm and Sadistic now on a fairly level playing field, it’s obvious both men are worse for the wear. Breaths coming in ragged now, both combatants staring at each other with baleful intensity and hatred. Hatred for not each other, but for what each of them represents to the other. Grimm, a seeker of the throne that Sadistic holds. A usurper. An actual challenge. Sadistic. Haughty king and hubris emanating husk of a man. Both men repulsive to each other in the moment, there will be no other way but total and complete finality. 

And heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeere it goes. Both men wading in with their hardest shots, Grimm and Sadistic both swinging for the fences for what may be their collective last gasps. No spot monkey shenaniganry. No high spots or highlight reel moments. Just pure and unadulterated savagery; it is the Hangtown Way. Both men dropping to a knee as the punches continue to fly, each man beginning to lose all sense of rationality and time as they pound away like so much raging water against stone.   

Grimm grabs Sadistic’s head and begins to throw several seriously concussion forming headbutts, Sadistic retaliating in kind by throwing his OWN! They’re literally fighting like rams on a high mountain somewhere, no thought to the future but for the siren call of the Alpha Crown. Both men dazed and wobbly, Grimm manages enough verve to drag Sadistic to his feet and shoves him back an inch when ... 

HANGTOWN DEATH GRIP! 

Sadistic has the hold locked in,slowly forcing Grimm down towards the mat! The lights flashing, sparkles filling Grimm’s eyes ... fading into unconsciousness ... 

only to pull Sadistic down with The Winding Stair! ARM TRIANGLE CHOKE! A monumental turn of events and Sadistic is caught like a fly in honey. Nowhere to go, Stormm back far enough to avoid any kind of interference on Sadistic’s part ... there is no escape for the Phenom! As Sadistic flails and kicks, the last vestiges of life flowing through his veins ... there must be a stand here. This line, no further! 

Sadistic forcing himself to be more than his body allows, Sadistic manages to get an arm under Grimm’s thighs and literally HOISTS the man up from the mat! The choke still locked in, he looks to up and over Grimm with a Northern Lights Suplex to break the hold but Grimm breaks the hold at the last minute ... the very last chance ... and lands a sickening Harvest on the Phenom! Out of nowhere, the crowd jumps to their feet as Grimm shoves Sadistic to his back with great effort and difficulty before draping an arm over the man’s chest. 

1! 

2! 

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3!!!! 

The bell sounds and ... we have a NEW PCW WORLD CHAMPION IN PHINEHAS GRIMM! 

Winner and NEW PCW World Champion: GRIMM

The crowd goes absolutely crazy after such an intense, bone-breaking match. Each heavy shot was felt around the country, each grimace and wince etched into the minds of fans and enemies alike. A spectacle unlike which may not ever be seen again. Grimm has done it, and in the process collected the jewels from the dragon’s maw! 

Jerry Andrews: My god, Ace. Grimm has done it! He’s knocked off Billy Sadistic and has become the NEW PCW World Champion! 

Ace Anderson: The next Trauma is going to be a mighty interesting show, Jerry! What a *%@!ing ride. I think *I* have whiplash after all of that.   

Jerry Andrews: What an incredible night, fans. Thank you for letting us into your homes and allow us to ALL be witness to the top talent the wrestling world has to offer....

Grimm slowly rising to his knees, he looks at a slow-to-stir Billy Sadistic but does nothing. The title being brought into the ring, Stormm raises the new champion’s hand and offers the belt to him. Going to reach for it, Stormm hands it to Grimm who ... drops the belt between he and Sadistic who is now on his knees. Face to face after such a bout, Grimm stares wearily at an equally weary Billy Sadistic ... chests visibly heaving as they catch their breath. 

After what feels like an eternity but is only a matter of seconds, Grimm unleashes the Sword of Heimdell and drops his brother with a surprisingly explosive headbutt.

Jerry Andrews: Oh my God!

Looming over him, Grimm reaches out his black leather glove-clad left hand to the side without taking his eyes off Sadistic. A ring attendant scrambles through the ropes and hands the Lord of Misrule a microphone. He raises it to his beard, then his mouth.

“That was for Eira’s baby. What you did wasn’t okay.”

Grimm pauses to rear back and kick Sadistic solidly in the gut. He brings the microphone back up.

“But now we’re okay.” 

He flips the microphone into Sadistic’s face and collects his title from the mat.   

Jerry Andrews: Wow.

Ace Anderson: You can say that again....

Jerry Andrews: What a night we have had and what a 2015 we've had! Have a happy holidays and a great new year and we'll be back in 2016 with the Icey Awards and more!

Ace Anderson: Good night everyone!

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