Trauma 185 Results: Five Year Anniversary Show!
Jan 20, 2016 21:24:32 GMT -5
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Jerry Andrews: HELLO PCW Faithful, and welcome to Pure Class Wrestling’s 5 year anniversary show!
Ace Anderson: Five years? We’ve been around longer than THAT.
Jerry Andrews: Of course we have, but this marks five consecutive years since the last official company break - not many other organizations out there can claim that!
Ace Anderson: Well sure but there’s a few, I mean there’s always -
Jerry Andrews: AND back to PCW! Great show lined up for tonight, starting off with the newly crowned Underground King Hiroshi Yukio versus... who?
Ace Anderson: All we’ve got here is “Mystery Return”... who d’you suppose?
Jerry Andrews: Darren “The Bomber” Hughes? Kaden Keene?
Ace Anderson: Maybe it’s Buck Brochamp.
Jerry Andrews: Did he even leave?
Ace Anderson: Have you seen his record? He might as well have.
Jerry’s reply is cut short as The crowd looks to the entrance way as “Sumo” by Jim Johnston roars out and they know who is coming out from backstage and they start cheering loudly almost drowning out the music.
Hiroshi Yukio steps through the curtain his face lit up with a smile.
Jerry Andrews: To kick of this Fifth Year Anniversary Show, we're diving right in with an Underground Rules match. Hiroshi Yukio, who is typically more of a traditionalist, has become one of the most intimidating men on the roster due to his immense size and power.
Ace Anderson: I can't argue that, Jerry, but he'll be at a bit of a disadvantage here tonight because he'll be facing...duhn duhn duuuuuhn...a mystery opponent. He has no clue who he'll be facing. Hiroshi is a student of the game, but he's been unable to study videotape of his opponent. He's going into this match completely blind.
Hiroshi walks slowly down the ramp as the cheering intensifies and the PCW faithful don't hold back for the mountain of a man from Japan. He waves to the crowd as he walks and when he sees a kid at ringside and holds up his sign and takes a selfie with him. As he continues to walk down to the ring the crowd grows louder and louder so even the announcers can't get a word in over the cheering. He goes up the ring steps and steps over the top rope and into the ring After he does he does a purification ritual by throwing salt in the ring to cleanse it before the match. The music fades out as Hiroshi stays in the ring waiting for his mystery opponent.
Jerry Andrews: The internet community has been buzzing with speculation all week as to the identity of this mystery opponent. Blade Lionheart. Anthony Douglas. Dare I say...Mike Park? All names that have been floating around.
Ace Anderson: You could dare to say Mike Park's name, but you better hope Murdoc isn't watching at home.
The crowd slowly quiets as the announcers go silent in anticipation. All attention is on the entrance.
The crowd goes BALLISTIC as “One More Time” by Daft Punk blasts over the speakers - and Q appears at the top of the ramp!
Jerry Andrews: It's Q! The Single Letter Superstar has returned!!!
Q steps out in - well, not much - as the music starts, the crowd getting into that fresh, tasty jam. He's smiling and bobbing his head as he walks to the ring in step with the beat. Slapping hands. Kissing babies. Showing off signs dedicated to him, or anything he thinks is creative or noteworthy. The lights pulsate in multi-colored hues, the music kicking into full swing as he finishes his walk to the ringside area.
The atmosphere has shifted from one of combat to one of FUN.
As he enters the ring, he catapults himself over the top rope and rolls in, sprinting towards the hard camera and getting RIGHT in its' focus, shaking it and directing it out to the crowd in attendance ... who are engaging in a party as he waits to start.
Ace Anderson: Don't get me wrong, I'm thrilled the Eccentric One is back, but...well, why in the hell is he also wearing a sumo mawashi???
Match One
Singles Match - Underground Rules
Hiroshi Yukio (Underground King ©) vs {Mystery Return!}
Referee: Eric Russo
Singles Match - Underground Rules
Hiroshi Yukio (Underground King ©) vs {Mystery Return!}
Referee: Eric Russo
Eric Russo, the man tasked with officiating this bout, prepares to start the match, but Q isn't ready yet. The crowd is still writhing with excitement when Q asks for a few more moments so that he might finish his traditional sumo stretches. Hiroshi, for his part, looks very unimpressed. The fans are loving every minute of it.
Jerry Andrews: I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say that mawashi wasn't a solid choice. Q doesn't exactly have the...er...frame to pull of that kind of fashion.
After what seems like an eternity, Q is fully limbered and ready to compete. Russo calls for the bell and this one is underway. Hiroshi immediately takes the center of the ring and attempts to corner the much smaller man into a corner. The Single Letter Superstar is quicker than a hiccup and simply won't be cornered. Ever patient, Yukio continues to stalk Q around the ring. Hiroshi lunges after the smaller man, but Q deftly sidesteps and evades. As he slowly turns, Q locks in the dreaded single-hand grab, locking onto Yukio's meaty wrist. Feeling brave, Q employs the both-hands grab, wrapping both of his hands around Hiroshi's wrist.
Ace Anderson: Interesting technique by Q...
Jerry Andrews: He's trained in the art of Aikido.
Hiroshi's had enough of Q's antics and he pulls him in for a vicious belly-to-belly suplex, flattening the Single Letter Superstar like a pancake! The crowd gasps! The sumo champion slowly stands and Q has enough wherewithal to roll to the corner. Sizing up his prey, the five-hundred-pounder charges like a freight train and...NOBODY HOME! Yukio hits the turnbuckle hard as Q is able to dart out of harm's way. In the process of whirling out of Hiroshi's attack, one of Q's flailing arms connects with a glancing blow to referee Russo's head. The zebra is knocked to the corner, but that doesn't stop Q from trying to press his advantage on the mighty sumo.
Jerry Andrews: Uh oh. Eric Russo took an inadvertent blow there from Q and he appears to be a bit dazed.
Ace Anderson: Not like it makes much difference. This IS an Underground Rules match...
Q charges at the big guy, but Yukio meets him halfway and pummels him backwards with a series of open-palmed strikes that drive him through the ropes to the outside of the ring! Yukio's brute power is undeniable. Q is down on the outside with a portion of his body laying beneath the ring curtain as Yukio begins to pace around inside the ring. After several seconds, Q still hasn't moved.
Ace Anderson: What's going on here? Is Q injured? I mean, those palm strikes were stiff, but...
Jerry Andrews: Ah ha!
Sure enough, Q was down long than normal...because he was fishing for goodies beneath the ring! The newly returned competitor stands, but he's got himself some backup. It's a...a...a flyswatter! The fans let out a collective groan, but the Q'ster has something up his sleeve. If he were wearing sleeves, that is. Diving back into the ring with deadly weapon in hand, Q squares up with Hiroshi. The sumo looks at Q. Then the flyswatter. Then back at Q. His lips curl into a Mt. Fuji sized grin. And that's when Q's plan is hatched! Looking slyly at the nearly recovered referee, Q raises the swatter overhead and brings it to the mat with an echoing CRACK!!! Tossing the weapon in Russo's vicinity, Q takes an over exaggerated bump onto his back and waits for Russo to discover the crime.
Ace Anderson: Um...did Q forget that this is an Underground Rules match?! Not that Yukio would use a flyswatter, but if he did, it would be completely legal!
Eric Russo comes to, spots the flyswatter, scratches his head in bewilderment, and thinks nothing of it. As Q waits for his scheme to unfold, Hiroshi graces him with a running senton splash! The air is driven from Q's lungs as Hiroshi yards him up off the mat and hefts him onto his shoulder. Thrusts both arms out to his sides, Yukio plants Q headfirst into the canvas with the Yokohama Driver! Three seconds later and Hiroshi picks up the pinfall victory!
Winner: Hiroshi Yukio via pinfall
Ace Anderson: Well, so much for that flyswatter. A valiant effort from Q, but an impressive win for Hiroshi Yukio as he continues to make waves in Pure Class Wrestling.
Jerry Andrews: Still the Underground King, too! But hey, can we focus on the whole thing where Q IS BACK!?
The crowd seems to share Jerry’s excitement, cheering both for Yukio as the winner and Q as the much-loved returnee as the feed goes to an early commercial.
Jerry Andrews: Aaaand welcome back ladies and gentlemen, here we are ready to head into the second match of the night.
Ace Anderson: Former tag champs Tide and Wasp face off against ANOTHER mystery competitor -
Jerry Andrews: - competitors, you mean, there’s two of them.
Ace Anderson: No one likes a pedant. Anyway, we have another mystery on the books - time to see who’s joining us!
Match Two
Tag Team Match
“High Tide” & Jule “The Wasp” Martins vs {Mystery Tag Team Debut!}
Referee: Manny Cruz
Tag Team Match
“High Tide” & Jule “The Wasp” Martins vs {Mystery Tag Team Debut!}
Referee: Manny Cruz
The PCW Faithful cheer as “Welcome To The Jungle” by Guns N Roses begins to play. The Wasp may be a bit older, but he certainly likes to get right into things. The fans may not like him, but he loves the attention. When they boo him, he soaks in it and they usually start as he comes to the ring, the lights flickering on and off. He walks tall and quickly and motions for the fans to get even louder, even though they are booing. He hops over the ropes and goes straight to a corner and climbs the turnbuckle and gives the fans the finger, as the booing has usually reached a deafening level. “Welcome To The Jungle” slowly fades out.
Jerry Andrews: There’s one...
“You Are A Pirate!” by Alestorm begins to play as the lights dim and effects that simulate lightning flash across the arena, High Tide (in a pirate outfit) walks down the ramp slightly crouched over, as if he was sitting. He holds a large pirate flag in one hand and in the other he is imitating steering a ship. He does this until he gets to the ring where he motions dropping and anchor and proceeds to hop on to the turnbuckle and dive headfirst over the ropes, rolling into a standing position. Then he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and pulls out a spyglass, looking around at the audience. He mimics loading a cannon and as he motions firing it, he jumps off the turnbuckle into the ring (to imitate recoil) as fireworks shoot from all four turnbuckles. “You Are A Pirate” slowly fades out.
Jerry Andrews: There’s two. Where’s the opposing team?
Ace Anderson: What in the blue hell?!
The crowd seems to mimic Ace’s incredulous reaction as two strapping fellows come out onto the stage, wearing long brown tights, black boots and mustaches. Standing before the PCW Arena the newcomers stare towards the ring, eschewing entrance music in favor of being more manly than any internet meme could hope to be.
Ace Anderson: Ugh, the color on those tights...
Jerry Andrews: What about them?
Ace Anderson: Let’s just say that the last time I saw something that shade of brown, I flushed it.
Jerry’s reply turns into the rustle of paper as an out of breath aide thrusts a note onto the announcer’s table.
Jerry Andrews: Well, folks, here they are!
Ace Anderson: Here WHO is?
Jerry Andrews: The East Sutcliffe Gentleman’s Club.
Ace Anderson: You can’t be serious.
Jerry Andrews: It’s what the paper says!
The two Gents make their way into the ring to join The Sea Men. Wasp takes a second look and then turns to his partner, who looks ready to expire from laughter at any moment. Wasp doesn’t seem too interested in their opponents and exits the ring to his team’s corner. Referee Manny Cruz signals for the bell to be rung.
DING DING DING DING!!!!
Gent number one, is stretching his arm behind his head and then squats down to stretch out the hamstrings and is now spring bouncing in the ring. High Tide is damn near pissing himself from laughing at the warm up ritual of one Gent. Gent number two seems to be feeling insulted by High Tide’s lack of respect towards his partner and enters the ring and has some words for him. Wasp is just standing in The Sea Men’s corner, shaking his head.
Jerry Andrews: This odd team is getting mixed reactions from The Sea Men.
Ace Anderson: Hide Tide looks like he is crying from laughing so hard! Gent number two just added to the joke from where Tide’s standing.
Wasp enters the ring and now The Gents have “put up their dukes” and High Tide has done the same and is rolling his arms over the top of each other.
Jerry Andrews: Wait a minute here, they are about to….
Ace Anderson: Don’t you dare say it.
Jerry Andrews: *adopts a posh British accent* Have a bit of sport in the art of fisticuffs.
Wasp charges in and tackles Gent number two; both go flying out of the ring. Gent number one hits High Tide in the nose and staggers him, as Tide wasn’t expecting such a fast punch. Tide comes charging in and is popped again with a punch and staggers back, Gent number one comes in and dukes below eyelevel and lands a solid back elbow to Tide, knocking him back into The Sea Men corner. Wasp and Gent number two have been joined on the outside, as Manny Cruz is trying to separate the two and return them to their respective corners, but has failed. Tide was just dropped with a clothesline and now is getting a couple of elbow drops to the chest. A cover, but Tide exits out of it and thumbs Gent number one in the eye and is now taking over with some fisticuffs of his own. Tide lands in a hurricanrana, then flips over Gent number one and locks in a crossface, no referee insight to call for the submission, so he releases the hold and looks around for Manny and finds him on the floor. Tide moves over and tries to get his attention and is rolled up for his troubles.
Jerry Andrews: Look at this, an easy three count there Ace.
Ace Anderson: Three count is the problem and the referee is one of them, tough break for The Gents.
Tide kicks out finally and dropkicks Gent number one and jumps to his feet and waits for Gent number one to get up. Gent number two is thrown back into the ring by Wasp, who then enters the ring as well and to make it a trifecta, Manny has come in as well. Wasp and Gent number two are brawling again; Tide comes over for a double team, but is being fought off before Wasp catches one of the Gents. Gent number one is now back up and joins the fray.
Jerry Andrews: Look Ace, it’s a Ye Olde Brawl.
Ace Anderson: Damn it, Jerry.
All four are fighting and Manny is trying to get some type of control, but he is not having any luck and calls for the bell!
Winner: Double DQ
Ace Anderson: I guess Manny finally had enough.
Jerry Andrews: This donnybrook was a fast one.
Cruz exits the ring while PCW security floods in to separate the brawlers, the ring quickly cleared to make way for the next match.
Match Three
Triple Threat Match
Tyrone “Crazy Boy" Smith vs Justin “The Adrenaline King” Kaard vs Alexa Black
Referee: Ty Little
Triple Threat Match
Tyrone “Crazy Boy" Smith vs Justin “The Adrenaline King” Kaard vs Alexa Black
Referee: Ty Little
Jerry Andrews: Looks like it's time for one of the more interesting matches of the night: the Triple threat match between Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith, Alexa Black, and "The Adrenaline King" Justin Kaard.
Ace Anderson: I've been looking forward to this match. Alexa and Crazy Boy have a long history together. Ty Little will have his hands full on this one.
Jerry Andrews: Indeed they do, and Kaard seems to be the third wheel here, as well as the smallest of the three competitors.
Ace Anderson: If Kaard were smart, he'd sit back, let Black and Crazy Boy destroy each other and pick up the pieces once they're done.
Jerry Andrews: He's not that kind of guy though. He likes to be in the thick of it. That's what makes him a fan favorite.
The lights flicker and fade out as the pulsating beats of Dope Star Inc's "10000 Watts of Artificial Pleasure" pops on the PA system. Smoke fills the arena as a figure stands in the middle of it. All the sudden, Crazy Boy comes out of the smoke and pumps a fist in the air. He walks down the entryway, high fiving the fans as he makes his way down, and climbs the ropes of the ring. He bounces around the ropes a few times, pumps his fist in the air one last time and waits, his eyes permanently fixed at the top of the ramp.
Ace Anderson: Smith is chomping at the bit to get at Black.
Jerry Andrews: Yeah. Ty Little has his hands full trying to keep things within the rulebook on this one.
"Black Widow" by In This Moment crashes through the airwaves. Crazy Boy is practically foaming at the mouth in anticipation. He doesn't hear the crowd going into a frenzy behind him. ALEXA IS JUMPING OVER THE BARRICADE! She slips into the ring behind him! Alexa checks the back of the unaware Crazy Boy's left knee, taking him unceremoniously to his back. She screams at the top of her lungs as she delivers stomp after stomp to Smith's chest, shoulders and knees.
Ty Little reprimands the Amazon, but it falls on deaf ears as she continues her assault. Suddenly "Light Em Up" by Fallout Boy blares over the loud speakers! The fan erupt tp their feet cheering as "The Adrenaline King" Justin Kaard charges down the ramp.
Jerry Andrews: It looks like Kaard has seen enough!
Ace Anderson: Alexa is so focused on Crazy Boy that she doesn't even see Kaard scaling the corner.
Justin Kaard does what he does best and takes to the air, wrapping his legs around the head of the gargantuan woman, planting her face first on the canvas with a single swift hurricanrana. The PCW Faithful are eating this up, and the bell hasn't even been rung. Alexa quickly rolls out of the ring, grasping her neck and checking herself for a bloodied nose. Her face twists into pure rage as she bellows her discontent at the interloper. The zebra motions for Kaard to go to one corner as Crazy Boy manages to get to his feet and catch some breathing room. Alexa stomps up the steel steps, glaring daggers into both of her potential victims.
Finally, Ty calls for the match to become official. Blacks eye shift from one side to the other like a starved person at a buffet, trying to decide which delicacy to enjoy first. Kaard and Crazy Boy both decide to make the decision easy, charging her at the same time. Both men back her into a corner, taking turns walloping her with fists, but neither man really giving much room for the other to get a good drumming in.
Little steps between, trying to get some space between the competitors and get Black out of the corner. Kaard backs away, but Crazy Boy only allows enough room for the ref to get clear before returning to the offensive. Kaard charges in to try to get himself a slice of the brutish woman, but Crazy Boy launches him halfway across the ring with a mighty shove. Kaard goes skidding on his backside, a puzzled look on his face. Justin strolls up to Tyrone, spinning him on his heels and screaming for an explanation, but is only met with a forearm to the face before Crazy Boy returns his attention to his rival. Kaard walks away, nodding and checking his face. Walking casually to the opposite corner, he takes a seat on the second turnbuckle, glowering at Smith.
Quicker than a hiccup, he springs from the corner, rolling himself into a ball, and deftly pouncing into the air with a splash onto both foes! He peels Crazy Boy away from Black, yanking her out of the corner and whipping her at the ropes. Kaard rebounds off of the opposite side, quickly ducking under a rather nasty looking right hook from Alexa. Sliding under her prone legs and popping up behind her, Alexa spins only to be met with Kaard's feet to her face, staggering her backwards into a waiting boot to the gut by Smith, doubling her over. Crazy Boy hits a double under hook DDT, making Black kiss canvas.
Smith accentuates his love for Alexa by spitting on her as he reaches down to pull her to her feet. Smith launches Black between the second and third turnbuckles shoulder first. Then again. And again. The ref tries to prevent him from a fourth as Alexa droops over the ropes. Instead, he blasts her square in the small of the back with several double axe handles before peeling her from the corner with a barbaric yawp of his own.
Meanwhile, Kaard has positioned himself atop his favorite nest; the turnbuckles. The Adrenaline King takes flight at Crazy Boy with a cross body! NO! CRAZY BOY CAUGHT HIM! Smith decides to use the third man in the match as a weapon, hefting him over his head and slamming him down onto the horizontal Alexa. Justin yelps in pain, managing to scramble out of the way just as Crazy Boy drops an elbow in the flat spot he'd just made on Alexa. Unrelenting, CB gathers Alexa parading her over to a corner and introducing her face to the turn buckle.
Smith grabs Black from behind, connecting with a release German suplex that drops her on the back of her neck with a sickening thud. Before he can continue the assault, Kaard comes flying across the ring, planting a forearm squarely in the temple of the Crazy One, driving him to fall through the ropes to the outside. Kaard uses the opportunity to go for the cover!
One!
Two!
Thr-NO! Black kicks out. Kaard scrambles to a vertical base, positioning Alexa next to the corner before climbing to the heights once more.
Jerry Andrews: I think he's going for the Seattle Space Walk!
Ace Anderson: If Kaard hits this, it's over!
He leaps into the air, coming down on top of Black after a series of beautiful twists and turns. He goes for the cover again!
One!
Two!
Nope! Black got her foot on the ropes. Kaard slaps the mat in frustration. Snagging a leg and an arm, he strains to get the large lady to the center of the ring. He goes for another cover, but only gets a one-count this time. Kaard kips up to his feet, but gets turned inside out by a lariat clothesline from the rejoining Crazy Boy! Kaard slowly rolls out of harm's way, being pursued by Smith, but as he swipes over the ropes at the Adrenaline King, Alexa interjects with a schoolboy roll up and a fistful of tights!
One!
Two!
NO! Kaard breaks up the count! Black and Smith both bolt to their feet, trading blows once more. Crazy Boy reels back with one last good haymaker, landing firmly on Alexa's lips, busting her lip wide open. The ref squeezes between the two for separation and to check Alexa's injury, but Black waves him away with a glint of sadistic glee in her eyes. Just as the ref clears the way, Kaard comes sailing in with another cross body block attempt, this time, caught by BOTH former team mates. Before they can capitalize, Justin cinches in a headlock on both, dropping them with a double DDT!
Kaard scurries to the top again, taking aim at the pair of dropped opponents. SWANTON SPLASH ON BOTH BLACK AND SMITH! Kaard doesn't waste ANY time in isolating Alexa's far leg for the cover.
One!
Two!
Three!
Winner: Justin “The Adrenaline King" Kaard
Fallout Boy’s ”Light ‘Em Up” plays over the loudspeakers as Kaard wriggles under the bottom rope to head up the ramp - you know, the opposite direction from Alexa Black. With a snarl the irate Amazon gives chase, but Crazy Boy comes out of nowhere with a nasty looking spear! The two go down in a crunchy tangle of limbs and anger, giving all assembled a very good idea of what the inside of a Looney Tunes fight cloud must look like. For the second time of the night, PCW security staff heads ringside to restore order and clear the way for the next match of the evening as the show breaks for commercials.
Jerry Andrews: Back for the next match of the night!
Ace Anderson: Singles match between one of our tag champions and one of the Black Hand!
Jerry Andrews: Kelli hasn’t had much luck with the Black Hand, when all’s said and done.
Ace Anderson: She’s had better luck than others.
Jerry Andrews: Anyway, this isn’t the first time Dollface and Stormm have met in the ring, two evenly matched competitors with their own distinctive style. I just hope the Black Hand doesn’t have any shenanigans planned.
Ace Anderson: Actually we haven’t seen much out of the Black Hand since Grimm won the World Title. Do you think they’re on the outs?
Jerry Andrews: I’m not about to go ask, are you?
Ace Anderson: I think the match is ready to begin!
Match Four
Singles Match
“Dollface” Kelli Starr (Tag Team ©) vs Justin “Stormm” Michaels
Referee: Ed Lane
Singles Match
“Dollface” Kelli Starr (Tag Team ©) vs Justin “Stormm” Michaels
Referee: Ed Lane
”(Hard Dance) Hero (Monstercat Release)" by Pegboard Nerds (feat. Elizaveta) comes shimmering out of the PCW loudspeakers as rainbow spotlights flicker over the entryway.
“Hero hero...
Hero hero...
Hero hero...
I wanna be a hero, hero...”
Hero hero...
Hero hero...
I wanna be a hero, hero...”
The bass kicks in and the multicolored spotlights snap to the top of the ramp, neon pink pyros sparking off as Dollface appears! Dancing and bouncing she makes her way to the ring, posing for selfies with fans, giving high fives, having herself a rave party on her way! She reaches ringside and hops up onto the apron, wiping her boots before stepping between the ropes and playing it up for the crowd while she waits for Stormm to arrive.
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!"
"AND YOU'RE NEVER GONNA BE, NEVER GONNA BE, NEVER BE, NEVER GONNA BE, NEVER GONNA BE, NEVER BE ME!"
"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. Ed Lane calls for the bell - and the match begins!
Right out of the gates all HELL breaks loose as Stormm catches Kelli with a dropkick as she comes charging in. Justin picks her up and takes her over to a turnbuckle and introduces her head to it, Stormm sends Kelli into the ropes and catches her with a clothesline that drops her, he then hits the ropes and drops an elbow to the mat, as Miss Starr, rolled out of the way and has mounted him, picking up his head and slamming it repeatedly into the mat. Justin rolls her up in a back end of a sun set flip, but Kelli is out before Ed Lane could drop to the mat. Both are up and Kelli comes in with a dropkick and misses as Stormm side steps it and now is stomping away at Kelli, she rolls out onto the ring apron and Stormm brings her up and suplexes her back into the ring, but she turns out of it and lands on her feet. Stormm turns around and is met with a heart kick that sends him out to the floor. Ed is trying to hold back Dollface, but she quickly moves out to the floor as well. Kelli grabs Stormm and flings him back into the ring and goes to join him, but is cut off with a boot to the back. Stormm is in control and places his arms around Dollface and locks in a waistlock and deadlifts her up for a beautiful looking German suplex. Kelli is grabbing the back of her neck, as the crowd has started to come alive a bit, but not for the move. The camera feed has switched to the top of the stage.
Jerry Andrews: What is this?
Ace Anderson: Looks like we have some scouts here in attendance.
Jerry Andrews: Grimm and Showtime have appeared...why? They have Justin’s attention, and Showtime is smirking - that can't be good, but how can it be bad with Justin one of the Black Hand?
Ace Anderson: *shivers* Brr, is it cold in here? No, that’s just the cold stare of Grimm towards Michaels’ way. I hate to be at the end of that.
Michaels doesn’t understand why two of The Black Hand members have just made their way out, but he tries to block it out of his mind and now turns his attention back to Kelli. Who takes him by surprise with a double axe handle from the top rope, dropping him down.
Jerry Andrews: The Black Hand showing up caused a great rest time for Kelli as she moved in for a Sugar High.
Kelli now has made eye contact with the two men standing on the stage. Kelli is inviting them to come down, but Grimm and Showtime are not biting on the invite.
Ace Anderson: Now Kelli is getting distracted.
Dollface turns her focus back to Stormmzilla and Stormm is back up and is sent into the ropes and is caught with a hiptoss powerslam, Kelli gets a one, before Stormm kicks out, Kelli comes charging in, but Stormm side steps this and Kelli hits the ropes and drops Justin with spare, when he turned his head slightly, to look up at Showtime and Grimm. She picks Stormm up, but he has a belly to belly suplex waiting for her, as he seemed to lure her in close to him. Justin is up to his feet and shoots a quick glance to the stage and then picks Kelli up, hooks her and snaps her over with a suplex, Justin covers and looks back at the stage where Grimm and Showtime have taken a few steps closer and allows Kelli to shoot up a left shoulder after a one and a half count. Justin is slowly losing his concentration for this match, as he forgot to hook a leg. Justin pulls Dollface up to her feet and sends her backwards into the turnbuckles and comes in with an elbow to her jaw. Stormm sends her to the opposite side of the ring and runs in and; nails her with a clothesline, which nearly decapitates her; Kelli slowly sinks down, as Stormm yells “WHAT!?” towards Grimm and Showtime. Kelli is on a knee, before getting stood up and sent back into the other corner where she came from. One final look by Justin to The Black Hand members and he goes running in and has been stopped by Kelli coming out with a throat strike and follows that up with a standing head scissors and combo’s that into a reverse face driver.
Ace Anderson: Cherry On Top! Stormm is in trouble.
Kelli goes for a pin and gets a two. Stormm is being picked up and stabs Dollface in the eye with a thumb, blinded; she walks into the waiting arms of Stormm a ddt. Justin is taking a few moments to get his wits together and now is on his feet and is not happy. He looks out to Grimm and Showtime and then grabs Dollface by her roots and lifts her up and turns her back to him and wraps his arm around her neck and dead lifts her up into the air and bring her crashing down to the mat with an inverted implant ddt.
Jerry Andrews: HANGCLOUD DDT….why isn’t he pinning her?
Justin is now up and is yelling “WHAT’S THE PROBLEM HERE?” Showtime is talking into Grimm’s ear, but there is no emotion coming off of the World Champion. Justin is on the middle rope yelling out words; Kelli is slowly moving to get up onto her feet. Justin is now in between the ropes looking for something, ANYTHING in the way of response from Showtime and Grimm. Showtime taps Grimm on the shoulder and Grimm finally breaks his contact of Stormm, whom has decided to walk up the aisle and talk to the two - Lane beginning the count!
1….
2….
Jerry Andrews: Where is Stormm going, Ace?
3….
4….
Ace Anderson: I don’t know... but Showtime and Grimm are starting to make their way to the backstage area, with Stormm following.
5….
6….
Justin is yelling for the two to “get back over here”, as he watches them enter the backstage area. At this point, a thoroughly annoyed Kelli is now out in the aisle and stomping after Stormm!
7….
8….
Jerry Andrews: Looks like Kelli is still looking for a fight.
Ace Anderson: Kelli is yelling at Stormm for leaving, she came to kick some ass and dress in rainbow and she’s all done dressing in rainbow.
9….
10....!!!
Ed Lane calls for the bell, signaling the end of the match!
Winner: Double Count Out
The crowd boos as the match dissolves into a double count-out, both competitors too involved to pay attention to the bell!
Ace Anderson: There was a lot of yelling and no speaking going on out there.
Jerry Andrews: We still have no idea what Showtime and Grimm were even DOING out here.
Ace Anderson: Hashtag, just Black Hand things?
Jerry Andrews: Alright, PCW Faithful, get that trending!
Ace Anderson: Next match of the night - Showtime versus NCM!
Jerry Andrews: Why didn't Showtime just stay out here?
Ace Anderson: If YOU were being chased by a pissed off Stormm who was being chased by a pissed off Dollface, and THEY were chasing a Grimm acting weirder than usual, would YOU really want to stick around?
Jerry Andrews: Fair enough.
Match Five
Champion vs Champion Singles Match
Michael “Mr. Showtime” Wryght (International ©) vs Non Compos Mentis (North American ©)
Referee: Nigel Gale
Champion vs Champion Singles Match
Michael “Mr. Showtime” Wryght (International ©) vs Non Compos Mentis (North American ©)
Referee: Nigel Gale
"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 with the PCW International Title wrapped around his waist. 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.
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 wipes 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.
Jerry Andrews: Showtime looks confident as ever, and why wouldn't he with the International Title still around his waist.
Ace Anderson: And he didn't even have to defend it at the Icey's as he was scheduled to do so. Some might say a stroke of luck for him.
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”
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)”
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.
Jerry Andrews: It seems very appropriate on the fifth anniversary of our revival that two of the longest tenured stars in PCW history are facing off. And not only that, along with yourself they are the only other Grand Slam Champions in PCW!
Ace Anderson: That's true and they've shared many years of bad blood, rarely have they found each other on the same side of a fight.
Both competitors hand over their titles to referee Nigel Gale who gives them over to the timekeeper as neither will be defended tonight. Gale signals for the bell and we're off! Mr Showtime and the Born Psycho come out of their corners and lock up in the middle. Mentis takes quick advantage with a headlock but Wryght force him out and into the ropes, only to be taken down with a shoulder block. Carrying momentum, NCM hits the ropes and goes to vault Showtime when the ever wily Wryght grabs his leg and drops him to the mat.
Showtime quickly displays his technical skill by mounting NCM and playing an amateur wrestler performance. He swivels on top of his opponent, embarrassing him with the display of dominance before slapping him on the back of the head to top it off.
Jerry Andrews: Well Mr Showtime seems to be enjoying himself.
Ace Anderson: At NCM's expense. I'm not sure if that's a great idea.
Mentis gets to his feet to see Showtime grinning widely and rushes forward with a wild clothesline. Showtime ducks and rolls NCM into a school-boy pin...
One...
NCM kicks out but Showtime immediately transitions into a Majistral Cradle and rolls into another pinning predicament...
One...
Two...
Kicking out again, Mentis can't recover fast enough and Wryght executes an Oklahoma Roll for yet enough pin...
One...
Two...
NO!
For a third time Mentis kicks out and is about to get to his feet when he comes face to face with Michael Wryght. Pinch his fingers together, those capable of lip-reading can clearly make out Wryght's words,“This close!”, before laughing in his face.
Ace Anderson: I know NCM and I can't say that's wise...
A furious Mentis reacts violently and slaps the taste (and the cockiness) out of Showtime's mouth, staggering him backwards.
Jerry Andrews: Not wise at all!
Suddenly Showtime is on the defensive as Mentis charges forward with a barrage of head and body shots. The referee warns Mentis to back off as Wryght is on the ropes and he responds by whipping his opponent across the ring and delivering a huge big boot to the face. NCM's anger pours over as he begins pummeling Showtime with mounted punches, so much that the referee interjects again.
Reaching a four count due to closed punches, Gale resorts to pulling NCM back which gives Wryght all the opportunity he needs. With the refs back turned, Wryght jabs a thumb into his opponents eye sending him recoiling back. Showtime quickly serves up a plate of chops for Mentis and whips him across the ring. On the rebound the International champion executes a perfectly timed drop toe hold and floors NCM in the centre of the ring before dropping a combination of elbows straight into his lower back.
Jerry Andrews: Mr Showtime perhaps weakening Mentis for the Spotlight?
Ace Anderson: It's a brave move to try and get NCM to submit, that's for sure.
Mr Showtime wastes no time in laying into the pressure point, jamming his knee into the back and yanking back on NCM's head in a makeshift Camel Clutch. To add insult to injury, Wryght grabs recklessly at the face, raking away at any features he can. Nigel Gale asks for a submission from NCM but he vehemently sends the referee away and fights to drag himself toward the ropes. As he gets close, Showtime abandons the hold and lands a sudden stomp to the targeted area.
Still NCM tries to push himself forward and he attempts to climb up using the ropes, but Showtime is still on the offensive. A salvo of forearms into the back drops NCM to his knees once more, but Wryght drags him up and slams him down with a powerful Back Drop. NCM clutches at his back as Showtime grabs his legs and looks to lock in a submission...
Jerry Andrews: Spotlight?!
But NCM isn't weakened enough and catches Showtime by the head, rolling him into a surprise Small Package.
One...
Two...
NO!
Showtime kicks out but is rocked by the surprise of being caught, enough that NCM is able to gain the advantage. The Born Psycho throws a wild series of punches before dropping Wryght with a Scoop Slam in the centre of the ring. Showtime can only watch as NCM jumping into the air and drops a knee squarely across his chest.
As Mentis takes a moment to nurse his back, Wryght scrambles across the mat to the corner but even there he isn't safe. Mentis takes a running start before charging his shoulder straight through Showtime's midsection. An Irish whip sends the former Hollywood star across the ring and Mentis charges into a second shoulder block to the midsection. Once more Mentis whips his opponent across the ring and charges... but there's nobody home! Mentis slams shoulder first into the turnbuckles as Showtime dodges.
As Mentis struggles to recover, Showtime sprints forward himself and nails a brutal running European Uppercut to the back, simultaneously slamming him harder into the corner. Before the North American champion can recover, Showtime lifts NCM up and slams his back down over his knee with a Pendulum Backbreaker. A second brings a grunt of pain from NCM before Showtime completes the trademark combination with a jarring Sidewalk Slam to the mat. Without a moment to spare, Showtime suddenly transitions his downed opponent into a tortuous Bow and Arrow Lock, cranking once more on the back.
Jerry Andrews: Showtime has made a mission out of dissecting that area, making sure NCM can't utilise the Fractured Mind.
Ace Anderson: You take away the leverage, you take away a lot of weapons. NCM is only getting weaker by the moment, it could even be over here.
Nigel Gale asks for the submission but is sent away again by Mentis. With nowhere to go and no way to claw himself toward the ropes, Mentis desperately begins to to flail with his free arms, but he can't connect with a blow and fades fast. The referee is about to check for a knockout when Showtime transitions yet again into a Crucifix Pin.
One...
Two...
THR...NO!
NCM somehow manages to react in time and rolls through the hold. Rolling back to his feet, NCM clearly favours his back for a moment and rushes forward, but Showtime sees him coming and feints him into the ropes chest first. NCM bounces back and Showtime pounces, grabbing his arms from behind. Mr Showtime looks for the Cross-Arm Back Drop but NCM resists, instead ducking his head and rushing into the ropes. The ropes pass over NCM's head and inadvertently (or very purposefully) catch Showtime in the throat.
Jerry Andrews: Pure luck or intentional there from NCM?
Ace Anderson: I've known NCM too long to think that was lucky. The guy's built to survive by any means necessary.
Forced to let go, Showtime stumbles backwards and NCM dashes forward. Still Wryght is too aware and spots the Lariat before impact, ducking it and hitting the ropes himself. Mr Showtime looks for a Clothesline of his own but out of nowhere Mentis catches him and uses his own momentum to deliver a shuddering Spinning Side Slam in the middle of the ring.
Ace Anderson: The DumDumDrop!
Nigel Game quickly drops into position and counts...
One...
Two...
THR...NO!
Showtime gets his shoulder up at the last moment and Mentis appeals to the referee, knowing his window of opportunity may be closing fast. Gale reiterates the two count and NCM climbs painfully back to his feet. The North American champion grabs Showtime by the head and drags him off the mat, lifting him to his feet before setting up a double underhook.
Jerry Andrews: Is he attempting the Fractured Mind?
But Showtime senses the danger and drops down, picking the ankle of Mentis and dropping him to the mat instead. Mr Showtime takes hold of both legs now and tries to lock in his signature Elevated Cloverleaf submission but again NCM manages to reverse the Spotlight into a Small Package!
One...
Two...
THREE!
NO!
Both men climb to their feet and NCM is the first to react, slamming a boot into Showtime's gut before hooking in the double underhook once more. He tries to lift Wryght for the Double Underhook Piledriver but the pain in his back is too much. Desperately he tries again but this time he overcooks it, throwing all his effort into the move and allowing Showtime the opportunity to fall out of the back door, landing on his feet behind NCM. He takes the chance, taking hold of NCM's head and arm from behind and twisting into a modified Stunner position.
Jerry Andrews: Sweetness!
Ace Anderson: Not yet!
Reacting at the last moment, NCM lands a desperate kick into the back of Showtime's knee, causing it to buckle and him to release the hold. On pure instinct, Mentis spins on the spot and lands a devastating Spinning Back Fist from behind Showtime, dropping him to his knees in a heap. Seeing his chance, NCM hits the ropes in front of Wryght and throws all his weight into a crunching Sliding D to the cranium before hooking the leg!
Jerry Andrews: Psychotic Break!
One...
Two...
THREE!
Winner: Non Compos Mentis via Pinfall
The PCW Faithful erupt in cheers for the hard earned victory and a physical match that took its toll on both men. It takes a few moments for Mentis to regain his feet after the bell rings but soon enough the referee raises his arm as Michael Wryght is consoled by Perfection at ringside.
Jerry Andrews: A great way to celebrate the 5 year anniversary and what better way for Non Compos Mentis to ring in the new year than a victory over a man that caused him so many problems toward the end of 2015!
Ace Anderson: But Showtime still has the International Title around his waist. I'd take any money that if it had been on the line tonight that match would have ended very differently.
Jerry Andrews: It very well might have, but what I want to know is why we haven't seen...
The audio gives way to the network announcer as the feed goes to the last commercial break of the night - so don’t touch that dial, we’ll be RIGHT back with the main event!
Ace Anderson: Welcome back, viewers at home, and if you’re just tuning in welcome to Pure Class Wrestlings five year anniversary episode of Trauma!
Jerry Andrews: It hasn’t been much of an anniversary.
Ace Anderson: What?
Jerry Andrews: I was just expecting something a little more, you know, special.
Ace Anderson: HERE we go again, we go to try to have a nice Trauma but it’s just NEVER good enough for you.
Jerry Andrews: I’m not SAYING it’s not good enough I’m just saying that with just a LITTLE bit of effort -
Ace Anderson: - here it is, you’re going to bring up that time I didn’t get your mother’s favorite wine for your parents’ anniversary party! I TOLD you, Jerry, I thought the chardonnay would be fine!
Jerry Andrews: A white wine with beef? What were you THINKING? You just never LISTEN! How many times have I told you that RED goes with beef!?
Ace Anderson: Like your mother would notice anything I do right anyway?
Jerry Andrews: You’ve always hated my mother.
Ace Anderson: So did your father.
Main Event
Champion vs Champion Singles Match
Phineas Grimm (World ©) vs Nathan Saniti (Tag Team ©)
Referee: Charles Lim
Champion vs Champion Singles Match
Phineas Grimm (World ©) vs Nathan Saniti (Tag Team ©)
Referee: Charles Lim
Ace Anderson: Five years, Jerry and THIS is the main event of that celebration!
Jerry Andrews: The landscape has certainly changed in those five years, eh?
Ace Anderson: No kidding, Jerry. Used to be, we’d be watching Slither vs. Pegasus (cheap pop!) ... and now we’re looking at Grimm vs. Nathan Saniti.
Jerry Andrews: We’ve come a long way since then, and I see nothing but even BIGGER moments to come and --
Ace Anderson: Enough, Andrews. Let’s get this match underway, the entire night’s been a nostalgia-off. Plus, it’s Grim squaring off with Nathan.
The opening guitar riffs of "Defector" by Muse shred the airwaves. Purple smoke lines the ramp as a pair of fountain sparklers flank the entryway.
"Free!"
Nathan steps out, planting his cane directly in front of his with both hands, a huge unnerving smile on his face.
"Yeah I'm free. From your inciting."
The Mystical Madman begins sauntering down the ramp, tipping his hat at the audience in appreciation.
"You can't brainwash me. You've got a problem."
He ascends the stairs, wiping his feet before stepping between the top and middle ropes. As he doffs his top hat with a flourish, an explosion sets off in a circle from each turnbuckle three times. Once the pyro dies down, He places his hat atop the ring post on his corner and removes his patchwork trench coat.
Jerry Andrews: Nathan Saniti, Ace. Lucky ... or UNlucky ... number 1?
Ace Anderson: Dunno yet, genius. Think about it. A really good showing would let him lay claim to a future opportunity at Grimm’s World Title. But with Grimm having JUST taken the belt off a man who’s been nigh unstoppable for months on end? I don’t expect it to be an easy task.
Sparse percussion resonates throughout the arena and is soon joined by a droning, distorted bass line. At that, A Perfect Circle’s ”Counting Bodies Like Sheep to the Rhythm of the War Drums” stomps out of the speakers and marches 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, stopping to bask in the light and shadows and to scan the crowd ... the World Championship shining gloriously in the spotlight. 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.
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, handing his title off to Charles Lim who takes care to place the belt out of the way of the proceedings.
Jerry Andrews: Final fight notes, Ace?
Ace Anderson: It’s an interesting scenario that would almost boil down to an exhibition for both men and yet, at the same time, it’s SO much more important. Both men want to have a good, strong showing tonight. Grimm to prove his reign will be one marked with successful defenses and Nathan to prove that he can give Grimm a true run for his money. Expect it to start relatively slow but pick up and END fairly quickly.
With that final analysis, we head to the ring!
Both Grimm and Nathan standing firm in their respective corners, the bell sounds ...
DING DING DING!
... and we’re underway!
Grimm and Nathan lock up in the center of the ring, avoiding trading shots in the opening salvo. Both men jockeying for position, Nathan begins to get the upper-hand until Grimm pushes him away. Nathan goes back in for the rebound but Grimm is waiting with an Irish Whip towards the ropes. Saniti speeding towards the ropes, he ricochets off and back towards the Hangtown Horror who’s waiting with open arms (THAT’S a creepy visual). Nathan sliding through his legs and his grasp, Grimm instead takes off to the ropes on his own ... not waiting to try and recover from a missed grab.
Grimm the one rebounding this time, he dashes straight towards Nathan and finds a clothesline hung out specifically for him. Grimm taking the impact all upon his chest and not his neck, he bursts through it with some great force and forces Nathan to spin 90 degrees thanks to the momentum. Without acknowledging the pain in his chest, Grimm takes advantage of the surprise in Nathan’s body language and drives The Behatted One back into the nearest corner ... driving his shoulder into the midsection several times.
Ace Anderson: Some great back and forth to open the contest, Jerry. Hard to get a read on either man, but it definitely shows that these two are as on top of their games as they ever HAVE been.
Nathan sufficiently winded, Grimm ascends to the second strand of ropes and grabs The Hat ... and chucks it down to the floor! The hat now gone, Grimm grabs hold of the fiery hair from underneath but Nathan is RATHER offended by Grimm’s impudence. So much so that he makes sure that Grimm is soon to follow his hat. Leaning back, Nathan locks his hands around Grimm to the small of the back and heaves with all of his might and leverage! Grimm toppling over, he tumbles with very little in the way of protecting himself on the way down to the floor.
Nathan is just as quick to exit, if only to make sure his hat is nowhere near the crater zone. Replacing the hat upon his head, he gives a wink to the nearest hard camera and turns his focus back to the Lord of Misrule. Helping Grimm back to his feet with a heaping handful of hair, Saniti drives Grimm headfirst into the steel stairs ... dragging his face along the textured metal before rolling him back into the ring.
Jerry Andrews: I think the beard deflected most of the damage on that one, Ace.
Ace Anderson: God help us ALL if there comes any damage to the beard. Wait ... scratch that. Check the steps; there are probably holes in it now.
Nathan following Grimm back into the ring, he rolls on top of him and hooks the leg for a pinfall attempt.
1!
2!
Grimm kicks out right at two, Nathan unsurprised by the Hangtown Horror’s determination. No matter. A rough hook of the forearm under Grimm’s chin and Saniti is leading the dance as he pulls him to his feet ... only to be COMPLETELY taken aback by a HUGE belly-to-belly release suplex that sends shockwaves throughout the entire arena! Grimm remaining on top of Nathan, Charles Lim is quick to dive in to count a pin attempt!
1!
2!
Nathan tosses a shoulder up at two to keep the fight alive! Grimm moving away from Nathan in order to get just a bit of space, he finds Nathan nearly to his knees already ... removing any logistical advantage that he may have gained. Plan B it is, then. Grimm crawling towards the ropes, Nathan has regained his footing and turns to find Grimm still unable to recover from the toll the match has taken on him thus far. Moving in to continue the assault, he is unable to react quick enough to escape the drop toe hold that leaves him garroted across the middle rope!
Ace Anderson: THE HANGTOWN HORROR JUST HANG ... TOWNED .... uh ... HORRIBLE ...
Jerry Andrews: Just stop, Ace.
Ace Anderson: You’re not my real dad, Jerry!
Jerry Andrews: Highlight reel clip’s gone, Ace.
Ace Anderson: You know, I thought it’d be easier for that one.
Jerry Andrews: I know, you’d think so anyways.
Nathan gasping for air on the rope, Grimm finally has a chance to fully gather his composure here. As Grimm finally makes it to his feet, he kicks out joints and flexing individual muscles to determine damage done. Grimm ascertaining no immediate damage to be considered, he begins to move in to Nathan’s carcass ... ready to be salted and preserved for the winter. Grimm pulling Nathan away from the ropes, Nathan explodes from the ropes and spins Grimm around into backslide position ... could it be Unreality Check time?!
And then ... suddenly a pin attempt?!
1!
The referee doesn’t even get the two count off as Nathan rolls out from underneath the backslide. Grimm, ever the crafty sort, would much rather deal with an unexpected pin attempt than the possibility of losing his chance at winning with such a devastating finisher. Thus, he actually managed to force himself back and over the shoulders of Nathan Saniti before he could spring into action. Yes, by making Nathan pin him, Grimm saved himself the match. It’s beautiful irony.
Nathan slightly confused, Grimm is right there to take advantage of the confusion and Sword of Heimdall! The massive headbutt staggering Nathan, he dazes about in a foggy circle, clutching at his forehead (never mind the retrieval of a singular hatpin) and making sure there is no bleeding. Grimm sizing up his foe, he spots the hatpin in Saniti’s hand and ... should he? Caution to the wind, mateys. Grimm waits until Nathan is fully facing away before dashing 2 steps in and jumping, snaking an arm around Nathan’s neck ... following the momentum of his stagger and pulling him down. Down. So far down into the ground for the first Harvest of the new PCW season.
And to top it all off? What ends up happening is exactly why Grimm waited to attack from the back. Saniti managing to stick the hatpin into the forearm facing away from the referee, Grimm knew it to be a price he may have to cough up the cash for. But was it worth it? The Harvest is hit. Nathan flat on his back, and Grimm? Slumped over Nathan Saniti from the side, still loosely held by the pressure between the canvas and Nathan’s head. Saniti’s shoulders down, Charles is in to make the count!
1!
2!
3!
DING DING DING!
Winner: Grimm via pinfall
The crowd roars at the amazingly even back and forth match, Grimm still slumped over Nathan and Nathan stirring exactly the same. It’s an odd scene, almost like two lovers sharing a warm bed ... (*SLICE* The previous writer was pulled from this job, as Grimm shares a bed with no man and Nathan does not appear to sleep ever. Let us continue properly.) ... except with the gory indications of an B-grade exploitation horror movie. It puts the lotion on its’ skin, indeed.
Ace Anderson: Grimm managed to nail the Harvest before Nathan could fire off that damned hatpin!
Jerry Andrews: Clever planning by Grimm and tough timing for Nathan. A few more steps and who knows? Grimm may have been the one down for the count. What an incredible ending to an AMAZING 5 year anniversary card! The return of Q ... the debut of a brand new tag team ... some interesting goings on and then THIS to top it off? This year is already starting out to be a DOOZY!
Ace Anderson: A doozy. A doozy, he says. Way to sell the excitement on that one. You’re fired. But come back next week, I’ll re-hire you because people love hearing you ...
...
... getting made fun of by me. For Jerry Andrews, I’m Ace Anderson ... and from Trauma 185 .... GOODNIGHT!
-CLICK!-
Overview
Hiroshi Yukio d. Q
Sea Men draws with East Sutcliffe Gentlemen's Club
Justin Kaard d. Tyrone Smith & Alexa Black
Kelli Starr & Justin Michaels wrestle to a draw
Non Compos Mentis d. Michael Wryght
Grimm d. Nathan Saniti
Shoutouts to Dan, Loco, Josh, and Don't-Add-Me-I'm-Busy Rick for their hard work - thanks, guys!