Trauma 189 Results!

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Thursday, March 31st, 2016

Jerry Andrews: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to Trauma!

Ace Anderson: We’ve got an incredible card ahead of us and an action packed show, so why wait any longer?

The lights in the arena go down, once again putting it into darkness. A couple of spotlights start roaming around the crowd before a message once again appears on the PCWTron. Upon its black background, the white text simply reads:

I'VE BEEN DOWN SO God damn LONG

#DAMNNATION

After a a minute or so the text fades away and the arena lights come back up.

Ace Anderson: What the hell? What is WITH this stuff? Can't they just send a postcard or something?!

Jerry Andrews: Now now, be nice. Maybe google that hashtag?

Ace Anderson: I've TRIED, nothing comes up! But hey - enough about that. What about TONIGHT?!

Jerry Andrews: Good call, Ace! Let’s get right into the action with a Double Debut Special match - two of PCW’s new talents go head to head in a contest to see who comes out on top in their very first match!

Double Debut Special
Singles Match
Razor Blade vs. Terrence "The Real Thing" Brown
Referee: Manny Cruz

Red and blue lights begin to flash, mimicking cop lights, gun shots ring out as shells hit the ground, and then a voice booms out over the pa-system:

"WHOOP WHOOP! That's the sound of da police!"WHOOP WHOOP! Sound of da beast!

Then everything stops except the flashing lights. "Really Really" by Kevin Gates begins to play and out comes Terrance "The Real Thing" Brown with a cocky walk. He hasa mean muggin look on his face and removes his black shades before walking on down the ramp. He stalks to the steps, trots up in two steps, and paces the ring apron before ducking inside to his corner.

Jerry Andrews: We're kicking off the matches with the first of an explosion of newcomers here tonight, Terrence "The Real Thing" Brown.

Ace Andreson: He's going against another relative unknown in "The Powerhouse" Razor Blade. It'll be interesting to see what these two, as well as the other newbies can bring to the table.

"The Truth Reigns," by Jim Johnston shrieks from the speakers as spotlights search the arena to find their mark. Finally, they come to rest on Razor Blade, entering from the nosebleed seats to an appreciative crowd. He high fives his fans as he walks down, climbs over the barricade, stops on the ring apron before raising both hands in the air.

The ref calls for the bell after giving some last minute instructions. Both men meet in the center, coming eye to eye. Razor has a very slight height and weight advantage, but it doesn't seem to be bothering Terrence. They bump fists and step away from each other before circling for a hook-up. The Powerhouse slips the hold into a headlock on the Real Thing. Brown shoves Blade to the ropes, going for a clothesline, but the Big Guy ducks under it, rebounding from the other side. SHOULDER TACKLE! Brown is down! Razor hooks the leg, but only gets a one count.

Blade yanks his opponent to his feet, whipping him to the corner. The Big Guy follows closely with a clothesline. Razor hefts the Real Thing onto his shoulders for a running slam in the center of the ring. He hooks the leg again!

1!

2..NO!

Ace Anderson: Brown is really staying in this thing despite of Razor's heavy offensive.

Jerry Andrews: He's playing to his strengths, for sure.

Blade slaps the mat in frustration, pulling Brown up with him as he stands. He Irish whips Brown to the ropes. Reversed! Blade bounces off of the ropes... Terrence snags him in a release belly-to-belly suplex. The Real Thing gathers some momentum from the ropes, nailing the Powerhouse with a boot to the face. Now it's Brown collecting Blade from the mat. Razor hits the ropes... Brown hit an arm trap backbreaker on the Big Guy! Quick cover!

1!

2!

Thr-NO!

Brown wastes no time, bringing his foe to a vertical base. Whipping Blade to the corner, Brown follows in with a Stinger splash. Before Razor can wilt to the floor, the Real Thing pastes him with a running bulldog. Brown picks up Razor and sends him right back down with a hammerlock powerslam. Terrence tries to send the Big Guy to the ropes again, but it gets reversed.

Blade greets his incoming adversary with a spear! Gathering the Real Thing, Razor smashes him with a series of European uppercuts that drive him to the corner. Unrelenting, Blade shoves Brown to the opposite corner with thunderous force, following in with a clothesline to the back of the head. The Powerhouse "assists" Terrance as gravity makes the ebony newcomer kiss canvas. Razor grapevines a leg for a single leg Boston crab. Cruz checks Brown for a submission, but to no avail. Brown fights through it, inching his way to the ropes! Cruz calls for the break.

Blade releases the hold, but doesn't allow his opponent any time to recover. Pulling him to his feet, he whips Brown across the ring dropping his back for a back body drop. The Real Thing sees the telegraphed move, introducing Razor's face to his knee.

Ace Anderson: Cop Smash!

Jerry Andrews: That'll turn the tide!

Brown guides the Powerhouse to his feet, but not for long. He shows him the mat up close and forcefully with a springboard bulldog. Again righting his foe to standing, Terrence whips Razor to the ropes, catching him over his shoulders for a Samoan drop. The Real Thing gets fired up, firing Blade into the ropes, this time catching him with a T-bone suplex!

Jerry Andrews: The One Hitta Quitta!

Ace Anderson: There's the cover!

1!

2!

3!

The bell rings as Cruz lifts Terrence's arm in the air.

Winner: Terrence "The Real Thing" Brown via Pinfall

Ace Anderson: An excellent win for Brown, and an ambitious attempt by Razor.

Jerry Andrews: Razor Blade... sounds like a name from that old show, American Gladiators.

Ace Anderson: Oh god, now I can’t unlearn that connection. Dammit, Jerry!

The show reopens to backstage, 
Jury is sitting with the Underground title laying in his bag, the King is wrapping his knuckles with purple tape, and just so happens to be outside new talent Terrance Brown's changing room. Terrance rounds the corner with a towel over his shoulder, fresh from his match.



Jury: The Real Thing huh?



Terrance Brown: What's that partner?



Jury looks up with a cool smile.



Jury: Oh nothing, I just watched you out there. Good job. I saw past Razor Blade’s Tarzan act.



Terrance Brown: Well, thanks Jury? Jury right or Cory? Bear?



The smile fades.



Jury: Jury. Anyways, I feel like we've met before or I saw you somewhere outside of these walls?



Terrance grins shaking his head.



Terrance Brown: Other than catching a show or news report online I don't know you fool.



Jury snaps his fingers and grabs up his things, laying the title over his shoulder.



Jury: Maybe you're right.



Terrance stares at Jury with a confused frustrated look.



Jury: Keeping a eye on you pal, with a Saint you got friends Real Deal.



Back at ringside, Jerry and Ace look nothing short of bewildered... if wary.



Ace Anderson: So... what?



Jerry Andrews: So I think we’ve maybe got something building between those two...



Ace Anderson: Bromance?



Jerry Andrews: Pure Class Wrestling does not discriminate on the basis of race, color, age, ethnicity, religion, national origin, pregnancy, sexual orientation, gender identity, genetic information, sex, marital status, disability, or status as a U.S. veteran.



Ace Anderson: How the - did you MEMORIZE all that??



Jerry Andrews: It’s my own personal mantra of calm - good for times like when you shoot up out of your chair because Showtime makes an appearance.



Ace Anderson: He’s the PRESIDENT!



Jerry Andrews: I’m not doing this right now - seems like we have some more backstage tidbits for the fans!

Kassandra Black flickers on to the PCWTron, smiling out over the crowd.


Kassandra Black: I'm here with one of the PCW's newest Superstars, Camron Creed. Camron, we are moments away from your PCW debut match; tell us, what's going through your mind? How do you feel? Are you confident?



Creed grins and takes the microphone from Kassandra's hand.


Camron Creed: Kassandra, I am supremely confident. Tonight I show the PCW Faithful what I am capable of. It's been a long road back for me. Three years. Three years I spent in Japan, working my damn ass off, trying to get back to the top of the game. Trying to get back here to the United States, to wrestle in front of the best fans in the world.



The fans are heard cheering in the background, reacting to the cheap pop.



Camron Creed: I'm going out there tonight to put on a show. To make sure the fans sitting in the stalls and those watching at home never forget me. I'm going to make sure they cant send me away again. This is my time, Kassandra. Do yourself a favor...



Creed points down at the floor as he moves closer to Kassandra.



Camron Creed: ..don't move from this spot. Keep your eyes on that screen. 'The Cream Of The Crop' is here.


Cam pushes the microphone back into Kassandra's chest, causing the interviewer to fumble and nearly drop it to the arena floor. By time she's recovered, Camron has stormed off camera, heading toward the ring.

Match Two
Debut Triple Threat Match
Brenna Gordon vs. "Cream of the Crop" Camron Creed vs. Kent Paris
Referee: Ty Little

The overhead lights dim as the opening notes of 'What The Water Gave Me' come forth from the sound system. Hidden spotlights and overhead rigs illuminate the arena in the deep blues and purples of a sky on the verge of going fully dark, a fine mist seeping its way upward through the grating of the stage and ramp as smoke of a similar weight falls from the ceiling to come as close to replicating the lands which gave rise to myths and the ancestors of the young woman that is about to emerge. Audio editing means that the song goes straight to the chorus, the ephemeral voice of Florence Welch only serving to add to the ambiance being created that is equal parts serene and unsettling.

So lay me down... let the only sound be the overflow.
Pockets full of stones.
So lay me down... let the only sound be... the overflow.

As the song launches itself into the bridge after the chorus, the lights surrounding the curtain suddenly flash into being in time with the beat-- the ghostly shade of blue the same hue one would associate with magic suddenly gracing the world with its presence. It is amidst these flickering bursts of illumination that Brenna Gordon steps through the curtain and into view, her movements languid and slow despite the obvious tension in her frame. Purposeful steps carry her to the top of the ramp as she gazes out at the area with a carefully neutral expression, the dark-haired female coming to a stop to survey arena and audience alike.

'Cause they took your loved ones-- but returned them in exchange for you.
But would you have it any other way?
Would you have it any other way?
You couldn't have it any other way.

The mixed reaction of cheers and boos come crashing upon her, but Brenna doesn't so much as flinch.

'Cause she's a cruel mistress and a bargain must be made.
But oh, my love, don't forget me when I let the water take me...

Advancing down the ramp with that same deliberate grace, the fans on either side of the aisle are ignored-- rather, Brenna's attention is solely focused upon the ring. It isn't until she's near the bottom of the ramp that she is breaking that control, a promise of her blinding speed revealed when she dashes forward to slide into the ring... and a glimpse at her agility revealed in how she leaps and shifts position to ensure she does so feet-first. Skidding to a stop upon her knees, Brenna climbs to her feet and makes her way over to her corner. As the music fades and the overhead lights reclaim their grip upon the arena, she remains impassive, waiting for her opponents.

Jerry Andrews: Impressive entry.

Ace Anderson: You mean she’s pretty.

Jerry Andrews: I’m a married man! I just mean it’s nice to see new talent join PCW. I'm not THAT shallow.

Ace Anderson: There was that one time some years back, that redhead, what was her name?

Jerry Andrews: I am a MARRIED. MAN.

The house lights fall to darkness and smoke fills the stage as 'New Divide' by Linkin Park erupts over the PA system. A single spotlight lands atop the ramp and a yellow strobe starts going off over the crowd. Suddenly 'The Cream of The Crop' Camron Creed rushes out of the darkness onto the spotlight illuminated stage. He is wearing a black poncho style 'C2' t-shirt. Creed throws his arms into the air and yells at the top of his voice; a meaningless gesture lost to the sound of the sold out PCW crowd. Creed starts down the ramp toward the ring rolling his shoulders and shaking his limbs loose as he goes, readying himself for what awaits. At the bottom of the ramp Creed sprints forward, sliding under the bottom rope and skidding into the middle of the ring on his knees. As Creed climbs back to his feet he pulls the open sided t-shirt off over his head, moves toward the ropes and throws it out into the crowd as his entrance music fades and the houselights return to normal. He claims a corner for himself, his gaze intent upon both the ramp and Brenna Gordon as he waits.

Ace Anderson: He looks like he’s not wanting to be caught unawares.

Jerry Andrews: Who ever looks like they WANT to be caught unawares?

"B.O.B." by Outkast plays to a man hopping back and forth between footsteps at the top of the ramp, and then Kent Paris runs down ringside to slide inside and kips up, eyeing a turnbuckle. His ascension in the corner cues the end of a quick hyped entrance.

Jerry Andrews: All three of these competitors have made their presences felt very differently even before the bell rings. They have to be hungry to really show what they can do, Ace, and I can't wait to see what they all bring to the table.

Ace Anderson: I can't agree with you more, though I can't help but think that this match is Camron Creed's to win. Even if he had that unfortunate incident overseas, he's got most of the advantages on paper.

Jerry Andrews: That's on paper, though. Personally, I don't think you can count anyone out of this match. Camron's got the experience, but Brenna Gordon and Kent Paris both know that pinning him would be a feather in their cap.

Ace Anderson: Only one of them can do it, though... and that means that they've got to go through each other, too. That's the fun of triple threats, isn't it?

The moment that the bell rings, Kent rushes Brenna-- clearly wanting to take advantage of her far smaller size rather than trying to go up against Creed. Paris successfully drives Gordon back into the corner, the female having little choice at first but to cover up and weather the proverbial storm. Scowling in disapproval at what he surely sees as being snubbed, Creed stalks over and snatches Paris up by wrapping his arms around the other man's waist, throwing himself and Kent backward with a German suplex that shakes the ring! Kent rolls out of the ring to take a powder as Camron turns his attention to Brenna, who catches him with a European uppercut, then another, then another in an attempt to get herself out of that corner.

Jerry Andrews: Kent tried to go for what he viewed to be the easier target, but he wound up paying for turning his back on Camron Creed.

Ace Anderson: Kent's got to be a rookie, Jerry. Even someone with as short a list of accomplishments as Brenna knows that you never turn your back on your opponent if you can help it... and Kent definitely could've helped it.

Jerry Andrews: But now Brenna is in the ring with a man that not only trumps her in experience, but in size and strength. It'll be interesting to see how things go from here.

Ace Anderson: Davida versus Goliath... let's see if she...

By now, Brenna has managed to get herself out of the corner, creating some distance between herself and Creed. She throws herself at the ropes for some momentum, then comes charging back at Camron, but he catches her with arms around her waist, throwing her over his head and well over halfway across the ring with a belly-to-belly suplex! Her leg catches on the bottom rope, which is the only reason she doesn't roll out of the ring. Kent is starting to get up now and looks at the ring. He waits for Creed to get close, then hops up and launches a forearm shot through the bottom and middle ropes at a hunched over Creed! Creed staggers back a few steps, letting Brenna recover. Kent elects to stay on the outside, biding his time.

Jerry Andrews: Kent knows how to pick his spots, that's for sure... though the way he's doing it doesn't exactly make him look all that brave.

Ace Anderson: Bravery can sometimes be a good thing, but in this case? Look at Brenna struggling to get to her feet. Discretion is clearly the better part of valor here.

Creed gets his footing again after a moment, but by the time he shakes the cobwebs out, Brenna is tangled up in the ropes, trying to pull herself up. Creed takes a moment to measure her up as she gets up to her feet. She pushes herself off the ropes and turns around right into Creed's knee as he barrels through her with a Busaiku Knee Kick! Brenna whips around before falling to the mat as she gets Creed Kicked. Creed goes for a cover.

..1!

...2!

Brenna gets her shoulder up! Creed looks surprised that she kicked out of such a forceful blow, but doesn't waste time going for an even more forceful one. He picks Brenna up and bends her over for the Camron Comedown, but before he can hook her in, Kent hops up on the apron and takes a wild swing at him. His knockout punch doesn't land, but his fists grazes Camron close enough to make him lurch to avoid it, causing him to drop Brenna in the process. Kent grins at Camron, giving him the "this close" gesture with his fingers.

Jerry Andrews: And there goes discretion being the better part of valor. I think Kent just made a huge mistake.

Ace Anderson: Judging by the pissed-off look on Creed's face, I've got to agree with you there. If Camron gets his hands on him, this isn't gonna be pretty.

Kent taunts Creed a bit more about how close he got to a knockout before Creed gets fed up and rushes at him. However, as Creed charges the ropes to knock Paris off of them, Paris grabs the top rope and pulls it down, leaving Creed no choice but to spill over the top rope to the outside. Kent rolls back into the ring and jawjacks a little at the downed Creed before turning around--but before he can react, Gordon rushes him, her arm wrapping around his neck before she connects with the Rip Tide! Brenna drops down for the pin while Creed stirs on the outside, getting to his feet right in time to see the referee finish the count.

..1!

...2!

...3!

Winner: Brenna Gordon via Pinfall

As ”What the Water Gave Me” trickles out over the airwaves, Brenna makes her way up the ramp to the back, eventually followed by Creed and Paris.

Jerry Andrews: An impressive showing for these new competitors!

Ace Anderson: Indeed, and a well-earned win by Brenna Gordon. Definitely excited to see what they can do moving forward in their PCW careers!

Jerry Andrews: *with hand to earpiece* Hold that thought, Ace, looks like we’ve got a tech following Baby Jenks around for “security purposes”... wanna see?

The PCW-Tron lights up to show the backstage corridors, Baby Jenks is walking down the hallway towards the arena. She passes the catering table just as a PCW staff member is turning around. The staff member doesn't see her and he accidentally walks right into her, dropping a sandwich at Baby Jenks' feet.

Jenks glares at him for a second and then shoves him backwards into the table. Jenks cocks her right hand back as the staff member cowers but, before Baby Jenks can unleash a blow, someone grabs her fist.

Baby Jenks turns around and find herself standing face-to-face with.... a stranger wearing a black hoodie covering his or her face. Before Jenks can react, the stranger takes off down the hallway and out of sight. Jenks turns her attention back to the staff member, but the distraction gave him just enough time to slink off unnoticed.

Jerry Andrews: What the hell was that?

Ace Anderson: WHO the hell was that!?

Jerry Andrews: I dunno, but Baby Jenks better stop fooling around and get ready to get out here!

Ace Anderson: Baby Jenks going up against Q in her second match, with a disappointing showing for her first. How do you think it'll go?

Jerry Andrews: I'm really not sure - but I can't wait to find out.

Ace Anderson: That's fine, because it looks like the wait is over!

Match Three
Singles Match
Baby Jenks vs. Q
Referee: Eric Russo

The front porch thump and dirty south guitar of "Snake Song" by Isobel Campbell & Mark Lanegan shuffle-stomps out over the arena, Baby Jenks stepping out onto the stage and looking out over the crowd. The vocals slur in and she swaggers down the ramp, bantering with the crowd as she goes. Jumping up onto the apron, she wipes her boots before stepping between the ropes and shadowboxes a few punches to loosen up before the match.

Jerry Andrews: The fans don't seem to care much for the baby sister of Alexa Black.

Ace Anderson: Next up on Obvious News: Water seems to be wet.

The sound of rocket ships can be heard in the background. The low ... but steadily rising rumble of engines. WHOOSH. KSSSSSSSSH. The doors open and ...

... out rolls the FUNK. Q steps out as the ”Super Soul Fighter” by Lenny Kravitz 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.

Russo calls for the match to begin. Q offers a handshake, but Jenks just bats it away dismissively. With her dukes raised, Jenks lowers her center of gravity, making the seven inch height difference seem even larger. She circles as Q watches from his own guarded stance. The Enforcer charges in with lefts and rights, Q barely dodging a few of them. The Single Letter Superstar catches the left arm, barring it and forcing Jenks to one knee.

Applying pressure, he attempts to make Jenks submit, but the ref confirms her refusal. Jenks gets back to a knee, shifting her weight suddenly, throwing Q off her arm and almost out of the ring. Q looks impressed, nodding his approval as he allows her to her feet. Jenks gives her opponent the stink eye as she stretches her arm back into working mobility. Jenks gets back into her boxing stance, concentrated fury boiling in her eyes.

She charges in again, fists flying, but as Q concentrates on the hands, she brings a knee into his abdomen, doubling him over. Jenks brings an elbow down to the back of Q's neck and shoulder blade, dropping him to the mat. The Enforcer puts a foot on the shoulder, wrenching the Single Letter Superstar's arm back with sadistic glee. Q wriggles his long body around until his foot finally touches rope, causing the ref to start a break count. Jenks keeps the pressure on until the four count before relinquishing the hold. The Single Letter Superstar scrambles to the outside to put a bit of distance between himself and the Enforcer. Russo begins to count him out.

1!

2!

Q paces a bit, gathering his thoughts as Jenks watches on with an evil smirk.

3!

4!

Just as Q's back is to the ramp...

"Sick Like Me," by In This Moment blasts through the PCW area speaker as only the Shaw Brother emerge from behind the curtain. As soon as they do, their music is completely drowned out by a mixture of boos of the PCW faithful.

Jerry Andrews: Here come the Shaw Brothers!

Ace Anderson: This doesn't bode well for the Single Letter Superstar.

Jerry Andrews: What was it you were saying about "obvious?"

Q Quickly darts to the announcer side of the ring to keep all three Darkness members within his sights. Frederick and Alexander break away from each other, circling the ring. Q hastens back into the ring, doing his best to keep the Brothers in his peripherals as he focuses once again on Jenks.

Jerry Andrews: The Shaw Brothers' presence seems to have unnerved Q a bit.

Ace Anderson: I can't blame him. These people don't exactly have a reputation for playing by the book. Or playing nice.

Q and Jenks go in for a lock-up, the Single Letter Superstar backs Jenks into the ropes before slinging her across the ring and catching her on the rebound with a drop toe hold and a matching fist to the back of the head. Q scrambles to his feet, still keeping a watchful eye on the potential interlopers. Jenks slowly rises, testing her nose and mouth to see if her opponent made her bleed. Her glare emanates a dangerous vibe as she paces the ring.

She circles like a vulture, Q attempting to keep tabs on all three Darkness members. Jenks lurches forward, only to be guided chest first into the ropes. On the rebound, Q rolls her up with a school boy pin attempt, but Frederick gains the ref’s attention for a few seconds before the zebra notices the pin. Q only gets a one count. Jenks kicks him off of her with authority, and then kips up to a vertical base. Q decides to take the offensive, snagging the left arm he’d been working on at onset of the match and twisting it behind her. Jenks immediately answers with a few elbows to the cranium to get him to let loose.

The Single Letter Superstar barely gets some space betwixt them before the Enforcer begins drumming his chest with heart punches. Q’s reflexes keep most of them from connecting good enough to debilitate him, but a few find their mark, dropping him to a knee. Jenks slingshots Q to the corner, following in with a front flip into a back body splash that melts him to the mat. Before he can rest his backside on the canvas, Jenks yanks him up and out of the corner. She whips him towards the opposite side, but keeps hold of the arm instead, wrenching it in the process. She drives an elbow into Q’s shoulder and another in the locked elbow. The Single Letter Superstar cries out in agony as she whips him to the ropes.


Jenks drops her back a bit too early, Q does a monkey flip over her into a pinning predicament. Russo drops for the count.

1!

2!

Kickout!

An infuriated Enforcer beats Q to his feet, dropping him back down to the mat with a vicious clothesline. She gathers her prey, hefting him over her head with a military press slam.

Jerry Andrews: Impressive display of strength from the Enforcer.

Ace Anderson: No kidding. Q has almost 60 pounds on her.

Jerry Andrews: Q had all of his weight over her, dummy.

Ace Anderson: You… Never mind.

As Ace palms his face, Jenks pulls Q back up and to the ropes, catching him on the return with a rather nasty looking brutal powerbomb.

Ace Anderson: Closing Time! She’s going for the cover!

Jerry Andrews: She’s got him! A well fought match.

...1!

...2!

...

...3!!!

Winner: Baby Jenks via Pinfall

Before Russo can raise Baby Jenks’ hand, the Shaw Brothers rush the ring.

Jerry Andrews: Here we go!

The duo from the Darkness close in on Q, but Baby Jenks waves them back.

Jenks: “HE’S NOT ON THE LIST TODAY!”

The Brothers, though reluctant, listen to the baby sis of their leader, sliding out of the ring. Q stands as Jenks reaches the ropes to exit. He rushes over to stop and thank her, but she just glowers at him and hops down to the floor. The three raise their hands in victory as “Sick Like Me” once again blares over the speakers, playing the trio out.

Jerry Andrews: Not on the list?

Ace Anderson: What the hell does that even mean?

Jerry Andrews: They have a LIST?

Ace Anderson: I dunno, Alexa’s violence always seemed more like unpredictable outbursts rather than anything with the list.

Jerry Andrews: LIST.

Ace Anderson: So what if they have a list now?

Jerry Andrews: Don’t you get it, Ace? The only thing that’s kept Alexa Black from being a super evil mastermind was her lack of organization!

Ace Anderson: Well, no matter how you wanna look at it she's got a nasty match next - a grudge match, against two people that have every reason to wish her ill.

Jerry Andrews: I can neither confirm nor deny I hosted a betting pool for this match.

Ace Anderson: That's unethical!

Jerry Andrews: Only if I confirm it.

Match Four
Tag Team Grudge Match
Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith and Dan Fierce vs. Alexa Black and Raven Hex
Referee: Ty Little Jr

The lights in the arena shut off, generating a buzz from the crowd. Darkness remains for almost half a minute, causing the crowd to get a little louder with tension before the sound of the speakers turning on confirms that the power is not out. A deep, foreboding breath inhales, the amps reverberating through the arena...

"She's in love with herself..."

Red strobe lights begin to flash throughout the arena as the image of the late Pete Steele’s bone white face close up on the screen of the tron, freaking practically everyone out as the lead singer of Type-O-Negative grins, revealing vampire fangs.

“She likes the dark…”

The music is picking up now as Steele’s face fades out and then back in, looking like Dracula incarnate.

“And on her milk white neck…the Devil’s mark…”

The official video of “Black No.1” cuts out for a moment, replaced by the image of a raven, perched on a branch in a dark forest, human eye ball dangling from its beak.

“Now it’s All Hallow’s Eve
The moon is full
Oh, will she trick or treat?
I bet she will…”

The raven looks at the camera before cawing, the eyeball dropping as its wings unfurl and it flies at the screen. The sound of a female fan losing her shit echoes throughout the arena, and as the strobe lights continue, you can see the unsettled look on some people’s faces. The camera switches now to a foggy graveyard as the camera follows the backside of a flowing robe, a tattooed hand brushing over tomb stones.

“SHE WILL!!!!!!”

After Steele screams, the music picks up, louder and faster as smoke begins to escape the stage. At the same time, the same cloaked figure emerges from backstage, hood covering the face but long blonde locks hanging like cob webs from the death shawl.

“She’s got a date at midnight
With Nosferatu.
Oh baby, Lily Munster…
Ain’t got nothing on you!”

The head beneath the hood rises, the smoke billowing around the figure as the lights change from red to lime green. The same tattooed hand escapes a sleeve and rises up slowly before pushing back the hood, a crazed smile on the face of Raven Hex as she reveals herself to the skeeved audience.

“Well when I called her evil
She just laughed.
And cast that spell on me.
Boo Bitch Craft.”

Hex shrugs her shoulders, letting the moth eaten cloak fall into the smoke as she slowly begins to walk down the ramp, her chest rising and falling with her breathing, exposed cleavage glistening from the moisture of the simulated fog, giving the males in the audience a show as she walks through the chorus of the dark song.

As is her ritual, she finds the first decent looking man of age along the ramp and goes up to him, grabbing him by the hair and craning his neck back before baring her teeth, licking her lips and then giving him a kiss that seems only enjoyable to the S & M crowd. Either way, the guy doesn’t fight her off and she withdraws, her tongue snaking out and licking away what seems to be a small amount of blood on her lips. Winking at the guy, she lets go of him and continues down towards the ring, the strobe lights making it look as if she is gliding. Her face keeps changing from demented smile to an awkward stoic expression, but she reaches the ring and slides in head first before getting onto her knees and crawling like a stabbing victim towards the other side of the ring.

“Loving you, was like loving the dead…was like loving the dead…”

She lies there just under the ropes, face on the apron as the strobe lights cease and the spotlight is on the ring.

“Was like FUCKING the dead!”

Raven switches from a blank stare at the commentating table to a joyous grin as she uses the ropes to pull herself up to a standing position, her entrance now finished as her fractured mind does whatever it does before a match.

Jerry Andrews: And that is Raven Hex everybody.

Ace Anderson: Longest entrance in PCW right now, methinks - but now for her partner! I'm interested to see if these two can actually work together tonight.

Jerry Andrews: If they can pull it off, I think we should ALL be very, very afraid.

The crowd looks to the entrance way as “Black Widow” by In This Moment roars out and they know who is coming out from backstage and they start booing loudly almost drowning out the music.

Alexa Black steps through the curtain her face lit up with a wicked smile by her side on the left is hermanager Alexander Shaw and on her right her huge bodyguard Frederick Shaw. She walks slowly down the ramp as the booing intensifies as the PCW faithful don't hold back their hatred of this evil woman.

She mocks the crowd and badmouths fans on the way using various profanities, at this point a jaded sound tech has Alexa’s audio on mute as she heads to the ring.

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 The Shaw brothers remain at ringside in her corner for the match. .

Ace Anderson: Looks like Alexa has some company with her.

Jerry Andrews: I do not like this.

Ace Anderson: Yeah? How do you think her opponents feel?

The PCW-Tron flashes bright blasts of color over the crowd!

RED
ORANGE
YELLOW
GREEN
BLUE
PURPLE

As "Shut Your Mouth," by Garbage blares over the speakers. Out comes the Fabulous One! He smiles a huge grin and blows kisses to the audience members. Once he climbs into the ring, he steps to the middle and strikes a pose with one hand on his hip and the other up in the air as glitter cannons fire off in each corner showering the ring with glitter.

Ace Anderson: Well, there is Dan Fierce and all his glory….

Jerry Andrews: Which is apparently a whole bunch of glitter.

The lights flicker and fade out as the pulsating beats of Dope Star Inc's "10000 Watts of Artificial Pleasure" pops on the PA system. Smoke fills the arena as a figure stands in the middle of it. All the sudden, Crazy Boy comes out of the smoke and pumps a fist in the air. He walks down the entryway and climbs the ropes of the ring. He bounces around the ropes a few times, pumps his fist in the air one last time as “10000 Watts of Artificial Pleasure” slowly fades out.

Jerry Andrews: Man, look at Crazy Boy and Alexa staring a hole through each other.

Ace Anderson: Looks like Raven and Fierce are going to start it off.

The referee signals for the bell.

DING DING DING DING!!!!

Dan doesn’t look to happy to be in there with Hex, stating to her that her outfit is tacky at best. Raven comes in and lands a shining wizard to the face of The Fabulous One. Dan is down and rolling around, covering his face. Dan is up and hot, he glides over to Hex and smacks her on the shoulder….hard. Raven grabs Dan by the throat and Dan squeals, but not in the way he wants to. Dan wraps his arms around Raven and tosses her over with a release belly to belly suplex. Both are up, Raven is downed by a dropkick, Raven is bodyslammed and clotheslined down and she rolls out of the ring. Alexa comes in and drops Fierce with a strong clothesline from behind.

Ace Anderson: Crazy Boy is trying to enter the ring, but Ty Little Jr. is holding him back.

Jerry Andrews: You know he wants in there with Alexa.

Hex is helped up by The Shaw Brothers and she slides into the ring and starts to put the boots to Dan. Raven brings up Dan and sends him into the ropes and lands a back elbow, a couple of knee drops to Dan’s neck, has him in pain. Raven goes to hook in a rear naked choke, but Dan rolls to the ropes to have it broken. Dan is thumbed in the eye and Raven sends him into the far ropes and hits Fierce with a running knee strike that doubles him over and she hits the ropes and connects with a fame-asser, following up with a cover that gains a one and a half count. Dan is sat up and now Raven has locked in an armbar, trying to wear down the limb.

Ace Anderson: I guess Raven wants to slow the pace down.

Jerry Andrews: Dan is in trouble after that cheap shot clothesline by Alexa.

Little Jr. is down asking Dan if he wants this to end, but Dan is fighting and now has brought himself onto his knees. Dan is now on one knee and is up to his feet. The Fans are cheering for Dan, as he is looking to break the hold with a couple of knees to the midsection. Dan is free and hits the ropes and drops to his knees, as he ran over to the wrong side of the ring, over to Alexa who planted a knee to the lower back of Dan. Raven drops an elbow into the same area and repeats the move. She reaches up and tags Alexa. Black enters the ring and shoots a quick look over to Crazy Boy and drops a vicious knee to the back of the neck of Dan. Fierce is brought up and sent into the far ropes and is rocked by a hard clothesline, Alexa hits the ropes and drops a leg and stands up instead of going for a pin.

Ace Anderson: I’m going to take a shot in the dark here and say that she wants to toy with Crazy Boy by beating the living hell out of Dan.

Jerry Andrews: She better worry about getting the job done.

Alexa allows Dan to stand up and get kicked with a brogue kick to the back of his head. This sends Dan stumbling into Crazy Boy over in their corner. Smith tags himself in and the crowd is on their feet as stare down number two is now on.

Jerry Andrews: Ohhh boy, here we go.

Ace Anderson: This is what we all have been waiting for.

Crazy Boy enters the ring, slowly, never breaking eye contact with Alexa. The two are in the middle of the ring; Alexa is smiling as Smith has no emotion on his face. Smith strikes first with a fist; Alexa returns the fist, now they are both throwing fists. Alexa wins and sends Crazy Boy to the ropes and attempts clothesline, but Crazy Boy grabs the arm and jumps up and nails a single arm ddt on Alexa. Crazy Boy is up and drops Alexa with a dropkick, Alexa is up and is scoop slammed by Crazy Boy who is pumped up and brings Alexa up and she scoops up Smith and charges into the turnbuckles with Crazy Boy on her shoulder. Smith slides down the back of Alexa and pushes her front first into the buckles and then rolls her up with a reverse sunset flip and gets a two count.

Ace Anderson: Crazy Boy, with a quick two count.

Jerry Andrews: Alexa is coming up with the short end of this stick.

With that two count, The Shaw Brothers are up on the ring apron and are knocked back to the floor by Crazy Boy with a single leg dropkick to them both. Raven is standing on the bottom rope and is sent flying down to the floor from a running elbow from Dan Fierce who entered the ring. Alexa swings and misses with a clothesline and is three-sixty over the top rope with a double dropkick from Crazy Boy and The Fabulous one. The crowd is going bananas as Dan smacks Crazy Boy on the backside. Tyrone looks over to Dan and shakes his head. Dan pats him on the shoulder and apologizes. Dan exits the ring and Crazy Boy wants to take flight, but The Shaw Brothers stand in his way.

Ace Anderson: You know Crazy Boy wants to go.

Jerry Andrews: HE’S GOING ANYWAY!

Crazy Boy takes a dive and drops one Shaw Brother and is caught by the other, Raven and Alexa begin the beat down and here comes Dan, he spins Raven around and glitter shots her and also one of The Shaw Boys who drops Crazy Boy. Dan attacks Alexa and then runs as she turns around to see what hit her. Crazy Boy is brought up and flung into the ring, under the bottom rope. Hex is back up with glitter on her face, but can see as she climbs back up to the apron. Alexa makes her way under the bottom rope and tags Hex in. Alexa sends Crazy Boy to the far ropes, as Raven hits the cross ropes, Alexa catches and takes over Smith with a powerslam and she quickly moves out of the way and Raven hits a lionsault. Hex hooks the leg and gets a two count, before Dan makes the save.

Ace Anderson: The Fabulous One got in there when he needed to.

Jerry Andrews: Great save for his team.

Dan exits the ring and starts to clap to the Pure Class faithful, to help motivate Smith. Raven is up and measuring Tyrone as he slowly makes his way back up to this feet. Hex hits the ropes and takes flight and drops Crazy Boy with a flying lariat. Crazy Boy is brought back up and backed up to the ropes and is struck with a knee, he is sent to the far side where Alexa pulls down the top rope and Smith goes tumbling out to the floor. Dan is in and grabs Raven from behind and sends her up and over with a belly to back suplex, dropping her right on the back of the neck. Raven is up and is staggering, Dan nails another belly to back suplex, and Hex is down.

Ace Anderson: Was there a tag? Why is Little Jr. letting Dan stay in the ring?

Jerry Andrews: Yes there was a blind tag when Crazy Boy was sent over to the far side.

Raven is slow to get up, but she does. Raven is holding the back of her neck, Dan comes over, locks Raven in an unprettier. Dan moves towards the turnbuckles and walks up them and drives Raven Hex face first into the mat.

Jerry Andrews: IT’S THE MAKEOVER!!

Dan turns over Raven and covers her, Little Jr moving in for the count!

...1!

...2!

...

...3!

Little Jr. calls for the bell!

DING DING DING DING!!!!

Winner: Crazy Fabulous wins via Pinfall - Dan Fierce pins Raven Hex

Dan yells out “NOW THAT’S FIERCE!!” as he gets his hand raised in victory. Fierce joins Crazy Boy outside of the ring as Alexa and The Shaw Brothers have entered the ring and look down at Raven Hex, who hasn’t moved. Medical Units come out to tend to Raven Hex.

Jerry Andrews: Looks like Raven Hex may have suffered an injury.

Ace Anderson: She was grabbing the back of her neck after belly to back suplex one and two. The Makeover didn’t help matters either.

The cameras pan out over the excited crowd, catching signs here and there, but suddenly refocuses as the PCW-tron lights up as once again the broadcast heads backstage where the Shaw Brothers are exiting their dressing room.

Jerry Andrews: There you see the Shaw Brothers...

The brothers walk down the hallway when suddenly they're stopped by a PCW official.

Official: Sorry guys, we're shooting some promos in this hallway, you'll have to take the other way around or wait a couple minutes. It won't take long.

Freddie: What did you say?

Alexander: You don't tell us where to walk!

The brothers step towards the official, standing on either side of him, making it tough for him to get away. Suddenly, the same hoodie-wearing stranger from earlier in the night runs by. The Shaw Brothers, looking for revenge for what happened with Baby Jenks earlier, head right after the unknown individual, but they lose track of the person after a short chase.

Jerry Andrews: Okay, what on earth is going on!?

Ace Anderson: Who the hell IS that?!

Jerry Andrews: We don't have time to speculate - here comes the Underground Championship match!

Match Five
Underground Crown Match
Kelli "Dollface" Starr vs. Cory Steel (Underground ©)
Referee: Ed Lane

Ace Anderson: Boy oh boy. THIS is going to be a fight, Jerry. Kelli Starr vs. Cory Steel in an Underground Rules match? We know for a fact that Jury doesn’t play around in Underground rules and especially for the title, but Kelli? Kelli’s a whole different type of monster, Jerry.

Jerry Andrews: Make no mistake about it, Ace. Kelli has always been not only a favorite of the fans, but she’s always had that mean streak about her. And it’s that mean streak that’s going to make this one a match to remember.

”(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...”

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 the Underground King himself ...

The arena turns red and black with the crowd growing into cheers, the bells of the song ring, and "Heaven Knows" by The Pretty Reckless plays! Jury at a brisk pace emerges from the back stoic and calm written on his face. His gray eyes scan the crowd for a few seconds as he stops halfway down the ramp, he then marches on.

Sliding head first into the ring the quiet demeanor fades away, replaced by adrenaline, he begins to jump from leg to leg loosening up before directing his gaze directly at the challenger to his crown.

Jerry Andrews: All right. Well it’s about that time, Ace. The two are getting ready to do battle. Ace, let’s get a professional slant on the match ahead.

Ace Anderson: Jerry, this is MY favorite part. It’s where you shut up and let me do what I do best: tell people how they suck and how I could do it better. But here we go. Jury has the size and strength advantage, while Kelli has the speed and agility advantage. That much is clear. The funny thing IS, Jury and Kelli are both way more similar than people see. They both enjoy lax rules, they both enjoy the chance to let the leather fly. I expect it to be ... to coin a phrase ... to be bowling shoe ugly. They’re not gonna go in there with flips and jumps, although Kelli might just because Kelli, but they’re gonna look to swing for the fences. It just depends on who can dictate the pace early on.

Jerry Andrews: And with that? Let’s go to ringside!

With that, we’re at ringside! Ed Lane is finalizing the official instructions for the match, getting each combatant’s assurance before signaling for the bell.

DING DING DING!

Kelli begins the match with a hearty laugh and rolls to the outside. Oh dear lord it’s starting early. Jury, sensing what Kelli is going for, follows suit on the other side of the ring. Kelli goes under the ring and disappears while Jury simply grabs a pair of steel folding chairs. Throwing one in the ring, he hangs on to the other one ... readying for the initial strike. But Kelli Starr ... that lovable Dollface ... is nowhere to be seen. She’s literally disappeared under the ring!

Ace Anderson: O ... kay. Well, this has started off really interestingly.

Jerry Andrews: You could hear the amusement in her voice right as the bell rang, Ace. That was an evil little laugh, wouldn’t you say?

Jury stalking around the outside, he’s motioning for the fans to quieten down so he can pinpoint her exact location and commence to distributing a beatdown. Like a lion, tracking the lonely gazelle ... patiently searching. Patiently. Paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaatient. Unfortunately, in nature ... gazelles aren’t given foreign objects. Like a hammer. Yes, okay. Gazelles can’t swing hammers. But Kelli can ... and DOES. Jury coming to rest right near a corner of the ring, a lithe hand appears and smashes Jury directly on the shin bone.

Jury lets out a husky howl and drops to one knee. The edge of the chair aimed at the hand, he finds himself striking only the ground as the hand disappears back from whence it came. Jury, knowing he’s a sitting duck at this position, wills himself to stand and move away from the edge of the ring. Leaning against the barricade behind him, he prepares himself but when nothing comes of the guerilla attack ... he moves forward in a blinding motion and rips the apron up ... exposing what he can of the murky underbelly of the PCW ring.

He can see movement and with an Olympian hurl, sends the steel chair in his hands flying into the darkness. Like an oblong and awkward discus, the metal clangs as it strikes a sold surface. Taking the chance, Jury himself dives under the ring and disappears into the shadows. The sounds of scuffling can be heard for a long few seconds before ... SUCCESS!

Jury and Kelli roll from under the ring on the opposite side. Jury has his hands around Kelli’s throat, Kelli still clutching the small ball-peen hammer and repeatedly smacking Jury in the forehead with the upper edge of it. Jury’s beginning to show a cut or two, but his hands are solid as he returns to his feet ... Kelli dragged in tow. With a furious roar, Jury belays Kelli into the nearest part of the barricade with all of his might! Kelli landing side first, her ribs cracking against the surface ... she feels all the air pushed directly from her lungs. Hammer clattering to the floor, Kelli follows soon after, gasping for breath and clutching at her side.

Jury repeatedly checking his head to ascertain the extent of the damage, he finds himself completely furious that Kelli even managed to inflict that upon him. Shaking his head vigorously (you would too if you’d been smacked in the head with a hammer a lot), Jury stalks towards the fallen Starr and drags her up by her hair, rolling her into the ring to properly show his domination as King of the Underground.

Ace Anderson: Jerry, Jury doesn’t look at ALL pleased with the way this match has started out.

Jerry Andrews: You’re right, Ace. Good thing for him, he seems mad enough about the hammer shots to the head that he’s seemingly forgotten about the Tonya Harding attack to his leg. But how will that affect him once the adrenaline has settled down a bit?

As Kelli is thrown into the ring, she’s still looking to collect herself as Jury moves to the nearest turnbuckle and begins to unwrap it, removing the pad and exposing the steel connector. The crowd oohs and Jury nods in agreement. Ooooh, indeed. Kelli finally pulling herself to her feet, Jury smiles wickedly and lets an open hand slap fly. Striking Kelli right across the face, Kelli’s head snaps to one side but in that same motion ... her frame stands fully erect. No longer hunched over trying to catch her breath, no longer fighting for stability.

She’s dead still for a split second before turning and facing Jury with a look of pure and unadulterated rage on her face. Letting out a shriek, Kelli leaps into action. Her fingers go straight for the eyes and the sudden blitz catches the much larger Jury off guard. Stumbling back, Jury finds himself flat on his back as Kelli lets free a barrage of strikes. Fists and elbows, a furious harkening to MMA-style ground and pound. She’s had enough of Jury’s crap and she’s letting it ALL hang out, showing the fans exactly why she’d been blackballed from the MMA in the earliest parts of her athletic career.

The sudden shock wearing off, Jury begins to muscle his way back to his feet. Kelli still throwing bombs, Jury finds himself enjoying the furious action and begins to join in. Retaliating with vicious strikes and elbows, they’re both swinging for the fences and the amazing part is one Kelli Starr! Not backing down from Jury in the slightest, nay ... even holding her own with the violent big man! The crowd is uproarious as these two are waging all out war. Just as violent and brutal as anyone else, Kelli finds herself beginning to tire but she will not relent. With one final volley, she lets fly a low kick that drops Jury to his knees. Right in the cajones!

Ace/Jerry/Fans/Watchers at Home: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH.

Jury on his knees in front of Kelli, she grabs him on both sides of the head ... looking as through she’s ready to take his head off with a Candygram! Letting his cranium free, she takes a half step back and Jury, even from his knees, manages a gargantuan shove that forces Kelli back-first into the corner ... and into the exposed steel connector. Wincing and howling in pain, Kelli drops to a kneeling position of her own. The air forced out of her body yet again, she can do nothing but remain in that position to try and alleviate the agony.

Jury, on the other hand, has recovered enough to begin to slow march towards Kelli. That final death march, that juggernaut-esque stride. It seems nothing will deter the King. As Jury closes in, Kelli begins to fall forward ... but he catches her by the hair before she can hit the mat. Holding her from a faceplant, he begins to drag her up ... up ... NO!

Kelli in one final act of desperation jerks backwards, Jury hanging onto locks of her hair as he stumbles over her body and smacks face-first into the steel connector. Upon impact, the skin splits and blood begins to flow from the freshly opened wound. As Jury staggers backwards, he finds himself in a seated position ... backing away to catch a quick respite. But it’s KELLI’S turn for the final walk. Walking alongside Jury as he scoots backwards, Kelli grabs him by the head and puts one foot on either side of the skull.

Yanking the head upwards, she clenches her knees together ... vice-gripping his head in place before violently dropping. Jury head slamming against the mat, he has no way to protect himself from the violent impact. If one listened close enough, one would sweat they could hear the sound of his brain smacking against the inside of his skull.

Jerry Andrews: Cherry on Top!

Leaning back, Kelly grabs at one of Jury’s legs and seats herself on Jury’s chest for a cover attempt!

1!

2!

...

... 3!

DING DING DING!

The crowd erupts as Kelli falls forward, the energy nearly completely drained from her body. But not drained enough to where she cannot accept the spoils of her efforts: The Underground Crown.

Winner and NEW Underground Queen: Kelli Starr via Pinfall

The crowd shows both competitors their fair share of appreciation as several replays highlight the most brutal and vicious moments of the match, ”Hero” heralding Kelli’s win as she makes her way to the back - weary but cheerful! A far more sullen Jury can be seen bringing up the rear with a wavering, shuffling walk as we throw it back to Jerry and Ace .... !

Jerry Andrews: Don’t suppose that gave him brain damage, did it?

Ace Anderson: Obvious jokes of that not being a serious injury for Jury aside, I don’t think so, no. He might be concussed, but we can hope he’ll let the med techs take a look at him after all that.

Jerry Andrews: That just - you know, that was...

Ace Anderson: It was an Underground match.

Jerry Andrews: But Kelli was so BRUTAL! She’s always so happy and nice and cheerful and adorable and -

Ace Anderson: Yeah, so are toddlers, but have you seen what happens when you have something they want?

Jerry Andrews: Oh. Oh I suppose there’s that, yeah.

Ace Anderson: Well, we've seen the first half of the most colorful PCW power couple in history gain an emphatic, hard won title off Jury - now time to see the other half step into the ring with none other than Mr. President himself!

Jerry Andrews: Mr. SHOWTIME!

Ace Anderson: Exactly, Mr. President!

Jerry Andrews: *inaudible*

Match Six
Non-Title Singles Match
Nathan Saniti vs. Michael “Mr. Showtime” Wryght (International ©)
Referee: Joseph Buckland

"Gold on the Ceiling" by The Black Keys begins to blare over the P.A. system and the arena darkens.

Jerry Andrews: Oh my GOD, would you PLEASE just SIT. DOWN?

Ace Anderson: *still standing* He’s the PRESIDENT, Jerry!

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. 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.

Ace Anderson: There. I sat down.

Jerry Andrews: You don’t have to stand up every time he comes out here. I promise you don’t.

Ace Anderson: It’s a proper show of respect!

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.

While the ref steps forward to give his opening remarks, willowy woman is picked up on camera. The lapse in security has allowed her to approach the team from behind. To the cinfusion (and horror) of those who can see her, she is dressed up as a grotesque looking Snow White.



Her face is covered by white paint. Grey has subtly been blended in for a decayed look. White contacts not only present a dead-eyed look, but also a sunken effect courtesy of the dark pencil eyeliner smudged around them.



Black powder has been lightly blended on her cheeks, making them appear sucked in. To go with her black lipstick, blood red liquid latex drips from the corners of her mouth, but is heavily splattered across her exposed chest and multi-colored gown.



As she glides on by, she shoots an incredibly creepy smile for the camera while placing a black lacqured apple down on the desk. It has noticeably been carved into, because two eye sockets and a mouth make it appear as a skull. Before Jerry and Ace can process what in the hell just happened and who she was, she's already vanished back into the startled crowd.

Ace Anderson: What in the fresh hell...? 

Jerry Andrews: It's gonna be one of those kinds of nights, isn't it.

Ace Anderson: Looks like they're ready to - LOOK AT NATHAN GO!

The immediate aggressor, Nathan begins to unload an arsenal of hard hitting strikes, Showtime managing to field the series of blows - Nathan finally losing his patience and lunging forward to grapple! The two men lock it up in the center of the ring, each jockeying for some sort of leverage to use against their opponent. Struggling and straining, seemingly at an impasse until the wily Showtime manages to twist around and wrap Nathan into a headlock! Nathan struggles mightily, keeping Showtime on the move in an effort to escape the hold. Keeping Showtime on the move - and walking him straight towards the ropes! Throwing all his weight into it, Nathan flings himself and Showtime into a bounce off the ropes, using the rebound as momentum to slip out of the hold and shove him across the ring! Showtime hits the ropes on the other side, bouncing off and sending himself barreling heedlessly into Nathan with a bullrush! The men crash to the mat, Nathan rolling away smoothly with Showtime slower to gain a vertical base. Both men standing, Showtime’s teeth gritted with the sudden assault as he swings wild with a haymaker!

Ace Anderson: OUCH.

A haymaker that connects! Nathan goes reeling as the blow knocks him for a spin, Showtime stalking forward and grabbing the Mystical Madman’s shock of bright orange hair, yanking him down over one knee for an improvised spinebuster move!

Jerry Andrews: He kinda had that coming.

Ace Anderson: You wouldn’t be saying that if you knew what that felt like.

Nathan drops off Showtime’s knee, face twisted in pain - pain that quickly turns to anger! Surging to his feet, he lunges forward to catch Showtime with some quick, opportunistic shots while managing to stay out of the other man’s reach. Even angry, Nathan knows that a single slip up and he’d be staked to the mat like a prized moth - using his own hatpins, no doubt! Showtime seems briefly taken aback by the furious strikes and is looking to create JUST enough distance to still be in range and regroup, but Nathan shows NO signs of letting up and manages to back the President into a nearby corner!

Ace Anderson: I’m not even sure what’s going ON here!

Jerry Andrews: I’m not either - but it looks like Kelli wasn’t the only one all fired up for tonight!

Ace Anderson: You don’t suppose they - I mean, they ARE a couple -

Jerry Andrews: GAH! I can’t be hearing this right now!

Showtime goes for the cover,

...1!

...2!

... thr - NO!

Saniti – SOMEHOW! - shoots the shoulder up at the last instant! The fans erupt. Disgusted with the referee, Showtime grabs Saniti and shoves him into the corner! Completely done with any pretense of genteel politics, Showtime climbs to the second turnbuckle and starts to lay in some stiff punches to the head of Saniti. One...two...three...four...five...whoa! Saniti manages to slip out from under Showtime, but the irate President leaps after him, likely resolved to review his referees contracts but more immediately the man seems hellbent on damaging PCW’s resident illusionist! Launching himself at Nathan, Wryght crashes into the fiery haired man with a haphazard spear, both men going down in a heap of tangled limbs! A nasty mat battle begins, the submission savvy Showtime doing his best to grapple Nathan, but seemingly unable to get a solid hold on the wily Saniti!

Jerry Andrews: Seems like neither one can really come out on top tonight!

Ace Anderson: Well, SOMEONE has to.

Jerry Andrews: Technically no, I mean, draws DO happen...

Ace Anderson: Oh god, the fans are gonna form a mob if they -

Jerry Andrews: Oooh! You mean a flash mob, where they all do those cool dance routines?

Ace Anderson: Jerry... no. Just no.

Showtime and Nathan tie up in the middle of the ring again, the PCW President getting the upper hand with a mean armbar, high angling it until Saniti shouts in pain. With a sneer, Showtime shoves him towards a corner, rushing in with him and laying in some cornered knees! Nathan drops to the mat, head hanging (and catching a few knees as well), Buckland interjecting himself and giving Nathan some breathing room. Showtime turns to showboat to the crowd, but an orange-tipped, multicolored blur comes flying off the top turnbuckle and connects with a diving headbutt to Showtime! Taking “Mr. President” down with an almighty crash to the mat, he yards Showtime off the mat and drives him back down with a good ol fashioned snap suplex! With Showtime down, Nathan lays in a few heavy stomps, the ref immediately at his side to protest! Nathan capitulates, dropping to his knees and tugging up a leg for the pin.

...1!

...2!

...

...3!!!

Winner: Nathan Saniti via Pinfall

As ”Defector” by Muse fanfares the winner, Kelli comes darting down the ramp and launches herself joyfully at Nathan, who catches the attractive missile in both arms! The two share a sweetly passionate kiss in the ring before stepping through the ropes and heading back up the ramp, arm-in-arm. Showtime finally gains his feet, and is immediately in the referee’s face!

Jerry Andrews: Looks like Showtime is feeling some empathy with Grimm right about now...

Ace Anderson: Well, he IS the President.

Showtime finishes his tirade and stalks up the ramp, brushing aside the med techs as he makes his brisk way backstage.

Ace Anderson: Looks like time for one more commercial break before we get to tonight’s main event!

Jerry Andrews: This is gonna be so GOOD.

Match Seven
Heavy Hitter Triple Threat Match
Non Compos Mentis (North American ©) vs. Grimm vs. "The Adrenaline King" Justin Kaard (World ©)
Referee: Charles Lim

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”

[/b] 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, 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: Normally the mindset of the Lord of Misrule is incredibly enigmatic, but after losing the PCW World Title two weeks ago he must have a predictable element of frustration.

Ace Anderson: Of course, but great champions channel that frustration into improving and make no mistake Grimm is one of the BEST champions. We should all be very scared for what comes next from him.

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.

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, holding his PCW North American Title over his shoulder.

Jerry Andrews: NCM came through a gruelling match with Alexa Black two weeks ago and suffered after the bell to her entourage. He can't be 100% here tonight.

Ace Anderson: Probably not, but that man is one of the toughest I ever stepped into the ring with. Not to mention he holds a recent victory of Grimm and just a few months ago he scored not one, not two, but THREE victories over the new World Champion in their epic best of 5 series. Rule NCM out at your peril!

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 title and passes them to the referee, then readies himself for the match.

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 clutching his newly won PCW World Title.

Jerry Andrews: And here he is, the man of the hour and the new PCW World Champion. Many might have called it an upset at Mass Destruction, but Justin Kaard proved that he is deserving of being a now 2 time World Champ.

Ace Anderson: It is never a fluke to win that gold right there. Kaard lacks experience compared to these two, but he's no rookie. He's possibly the youngest 'veteran' in PCW and with all that raw ability it's no surprise to me that he got to the mountain top once again. Number 2 of many, I think.

Kaard strides purposely down the ramp, stopping about half way down as he pumps his fists into the air. The crowd is on fire for their Adrenaline fuelled champion and their ovation only pumps him up even more. 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 ring.

He steps up, balancing himself on the second and third rope while pointing across the audience and holding up his belt for the whole world to see. Bouncing with the ropes, he jumps back into the ring and hands the gold over to referee Charles Lim.

Charles Lim signals for the bell and immediately Grimm makes a beeline for the man who look his World Title. Justin Kaard might be fast but he can barely take a step before the Lord of Misrule lunges and connects with a combo of punches to the body and face before throwing his head at the new champion. Wily as he is, the veteran Non Compos Mentis pulls back and lets the two rivals go at it... or more specifically Grimm, as he hammers headbutt after headbutt down on Kaard in the corner.

Ace Anderson: If I didn't know better, I'd say Grimm was a little angry at the man who took his title.

The referee is powerless to make a traditional five count in the no disqualification rules of a triple threat, but his sportsmanship gets the better of him as Lim attempts to distance Grimm from Kaard. The former World Champion takes exception and abandons his onslaught of face-thumping to square up to the referee... and as he does, Mentis strikes! With Grimm's back turned, NCM rolls him up with a cheeky School Boy pin!

One...

No!

Jerry Andrews: I think NCM might have just annoyed the Hangtown Horror, Ace.

Ace Anderson: Nobody like being taken advantage of but Grimm is not the kind of person you want to try and steal a win from.

Grimm gets to his feet with a scowl that comes with a health warning. NCM follows him up but receives a knee to the gut and is abruptly thrown through the ropes to the floor. Now alone with his enemy again, Grimm turns to attack Kaard but receives a forearm for all his enthusiasm. Trying to trade soupbones with Grimm is never a good idea though and Kaard is driven back into the corner with yet more headbutts. Again Referee Lim interjects himself to try and maintain some order but once more earns Grimm's contempt as Kaard throws all of his weight into a forearm to the jaw.

This time Grimm is caught off guard and is forced back to the ropes with a further volley of forearms. The newly crowned World Champion whips Grimm across the ring but is reversed. Kaard rebounds off the ropes and straight towards an outstretched arm intended for a Lariat. Kaard ducks
and carries his momentum into a second rebound and a flying elbow smash that sends Grimm tumbling to the outside.

Grimm lands next to Mentis on the floor who is biding his time, waiting for his opportunity. Now it's come to him, however, and he launches into a salvo of clubbing blows to Grimm's back. Grimm fires back resiliently and the two PCW veterans go at it with all their strength.

Ace Anderson: Now there's what I love to see!

Jerry Andrews: And it might get better!

As the veterans are going tooth and claw at ringside, the World Champion is inside the ring and spots his opening. With both men close together, Kaard rushes at the ropes and, with unbelievable agility, spring onto the top rope where he balances perfectly.

Jerry Andrews: Wow!

Mentis and Grimm catch sight of the aerialist in their peripheral vision and use their experience to cut their losses and break to either side of their incoming assailant. Instead of flinging himself to the floor, Kaard sees the movement and spectacularly backflips off the rope into the centre of the ring to a huge ovation from the Faithful.

Ace Anderson: WOW! And it's a 10 from the Russian judge!

Upstaged by the Adrenaline King, the grizzled veterans give each other a look that means only bad news for their mutual enemy. Each man climbs onto the apron on either side of the ring, flanking Kaard who looks uneasily from one to the other. Grimm's aggression toward Kaard takes over and he tries to enter the ring first... only for Kaard to telegraph him and land a boot to the side of his head. Kaard turns to meet his other opponent... and instead walks into a crippling Yakuza Kick from NCM!

NCM quickly drags Kaard off the mat and locks his head in for a DDT attempt. Justin Kaard resists and tries to wrestle himself free but the Born Psycho has the headlock wrenched in deep. Just as Mentis tries again, a shadow climbs up in front or him and Grimm blasts him with a Lariat across the chest, driving NCM down and Kaard with an accidental DDT!

Jerry Andrews: Innovative... or lucky?

Ace Anderson: Effective!

And the methodical strikes that follow from Grimm are just that too. Stomps attack the legs of Justin Kaard and the arms of Non Compos Mentis, trying to take away their most dangerous weapons. The targeted boots inflict pain but soon the two begin to find their bearings and climb to their feet. Grimm changes focus and fires off more thudding headbutts to both men as they push through the pain and get back to their feet. NCM is the first to fire back with a right hook before Kaard follows with a forearm of his own. Grimm tries his best to keep up with the blows but is overwhelmed when the two champions attack harder and faster with punches and forearms.

Ace Anderson: Grimm can fight with the best of them but even he can't fight two of PCW's best at the same time!

Grimm is worn down until, finally, Justin Kaard launches a lighting fast Roundhouse Kick straight into his face! Grimm tumbles to the mat but even as he's falling Mentis spins and slams a Spinning Backfist into the World Champion's temple! Kaard crumples at the knees but is quickly hoisted up onto NCM's shoulders and spun around once again before...

Jerry Andrews: T! K! O!

NCM plunges to the mat and hits the Fireman's Carry Cutter in the middle of the ring! The Born Psycho rolls Kaard onto his back and hooks the leg for a pin.

One...

Two...

TH... NO!

Grimm dives into the ring and throws NCM off the cover with less than a second to spare. The Hangtown Horror acts quickly to limit the threats in the ring and drags a dishevelled to his feet and launches him to the outside by the commentary table. With NCM prone in the ring, Grimm scouts him and prepares. Mentis finally gets to his feet and Grimm lunges forward, grabbing the ex-hobo's head and twisting violently drownward...

Jerry Andrews: Harvest!

Ace Anderson: No!

NCM rolls with the spin of the Tornado DDT and throws Grimm clear before he can nail the impact! Rising to his feet with a look of offence, Grimm feels the lack of satisfactory violence and charges forward... but again NCM avoids him and dodges, sending Grimm flying through the middle rope to the outside by the ramp. Jarred by the impact on the outside, Grimm takes a moment to get to his feet and in that time Mentis gets an idea in his mind.

Jerry Andrews: Could we see it...?

Ace Anderson: Forget a flying pig, we're about to see a flying hobo!

Mentis gives himself plenty of room and charges at the ropes before throwing himself toward the middle rope for a Suicide Dive... and meets Grimm's foot with a shuddering Savate Kick that stops him dead in his tracks! A smile of satisfaction creeps onto the face of the Lord of Misrule as he admires his handiwork draped over the middle rope. The crowd respond with an unusual chorus of discontent for the lack of suicidal behaviour until...

Ace Anderson: Incomiiiiiiing!

From out of nowhere Justin Kaard is in the ring and sprinting full bore toward NCM's rope-hung body. At full pace he jumps onto the back of Mentis and uses it as a springboard, firing himself over the top with a Somersault Plancha that crashes into Grimm on the outside!

Jerry Andrews is just about to extol the flighty virtues of The Adrenaline King when Kaard surprises everybody again, throwing himself into a backflip and connecting with a Pele Kick to Mentis on the ropes, sending him backwards into the ring. The crowd is ecstatic as Kaard moves like a man possessed and clambers onto the apron. He sees NCM down in the centre of the ring and springs up to the top rope, throwing himself off into a spiral.

Jerry Andrews: 450 Splash! Absolutely unmatched agility from the World Champion!

The splash hits hard and Lim dives down to make the pinfall...

One...

Two...

THR - NOT YET!

Kaard is yanked legs first out of the ring as Grimm yet again makes the save! As if he's been waiting for it for years, Grimm begins to hammer away at Kaard like he owes him money... or about ten pounds of gold and leather. The punches rain down in bunches as Kaard tries to get his hands up for cover. The punches keep coming but neither man has paid attention to the ring where Mentis has got to his feet, hit the opposite ropes and throws himself straight through the middle ropes...

Ace Anderson: Flying Hobo!

Mentis cleans house and wipes out both his opponents to an ovation from the PCW Faithful. With Grimm on the ground, Mentis turns his attention to Kaard who is trying to get to his feet. NCM quickly throws him into the ring and thoughtfully makes his way to the opposite side of the ring. Mentis readies himself in the corner and throws his large frame forward forward toward his opponent. Kaard watches as Mentis powers into an Avalanche... and moves! Crashing into the corner, Mentis turns wearily and receives a step-up enziguri to the head, knocking him down into a seated position.

This time it's Justin Kaard's turn to retreat across the ring and springs forward before launching himself into a Roll Of The Dice... but the Cannonball connects only with Mentis' knees right the back of the head!

NCM crawls out of the corner and looks as if he is about to attempt a pin... when suddenly, Grimm! The Lord of Misrule intercepts NCM in spectacular fashion, executing what looks like a Shining Wizard and transitioning into the Triangle Choke!

Jerry Andrews: Winding Stair! It's locked in tight, Grimm could have it here!

Grimm locks the hold in as deep as he can and Referee Lim moves into position to ask Mentis for a submission. The Born Psycho puts all his effort into trying to find the ropes but this is No DQ rules and rope breaks do NOT count. The veteran soon realises this, but is it too late?

Fading fast, NCM looks for a last ditch effort to escape and locks his hands, trying to put his power into lifting Grimm off the ground. It's too much though and the attempt fails. Mentis extends his arm, readies his pride for the shattering impact of tapping and then.... SHOOTING STAR SPLASH!

Ace Anderson: Where the hell did Kaard come from!

The Standing Shooting Star crushes Grimm's exposed chest and forces him to break the hold and roll to the outside of the ring. The Faithful are in full voice chanting rhythmically “THIS... IS... AWESOME!” as Kaard gets back to his feet and sets his sights on Mentis.

The Adrenaline King pulls NCM to his feet and locks in the three-quarter facelock before throwing himself up into the air. He flies over NCM's head and brings up his knees for the Roll Back Driver... but NCM pushes out and sends Kaard face first into the mat! Before Kaard even knows what happened, Mentis instinctively hits the ropes and rebounds with reckless abandon, throwing all of his weight into a Roaring Elbow....

Jerry Andrews: Psychotic Break connects! Kaard has to be unconscious!

ONE...

TWO..

THREE!NO!WHAT!?

Ace Anderson: GRIMM!

At 2.9 Grimm's hand wraps around the leg of NCM and drags him all the way to the outside of the ring so that he is standing face-to-face with a visibly frustrated Lord of Misrule. The two share an intense staredown of a couple of second until Grimm mutters something the camera can barely pick up.

Jerry Andrews: Did he just say “I need this.”?

Before Ace Anderson can confirm or deny, NCM's confusion offers Grimm the opportunity to land a sudden, brutal headbutt and bounce NCM's face off the steel steps, leaving him in a pile on the floor.

With NCM disposed of, Grimm climbs onto the apron and up to the top turnbuckle where the crowd are once again voicing their opinions at Grimm's actions. The Hangtown Horror doesn't care though as he throws himself off the top and drives his iron skull down into that of his already motionless nemesis!

Ace Anderson: Whatever he said, Kaard won't be saying anything after that Sword of Heimdall! He's out cold!

Jerry Andrews: He's not finished...!

A twisted grin is on Grimm's face as he grabs Kaard by his head and drags his dead weight to his feet instead of taking the pinfall. With zeal he locks in his trademark Sleeper and drops like a ton of bricks, driving Kaard neck first into the mat with a horrifyingly unnecessary Lament Configuration!

ONE...

TWO...

THREE!!!

Winner: Grimm via Pinfall - Grimm pins Justin Kaard

Ace Anderson: INCREDIBLE! An amazing match from three of Pure Class Wrestlings TOP competitors! The best of the best, right here for you TONIGHT!

Jerry Andrews: A hell of a show, Ace, and an EXPLOSIVE ending! Kaard and Grimm keep getting meaner, and now NCM is thrown into the mix? Where could this be going?!

Ace Anderson: We’ll have to wait til next time to find out - that’s all the time we have for tonight, folks - so it’s time for us to wish you a good night! Say goodnight, Jerry!

Jerry Andrews: Goodnight, Jerry!

-CLICK-

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Dan Fierce & Crazy Boy d. Alexa Black & Raven Hex

Dollface d. Jury

Nathan Saniti d. Mr. Showtime

Grimm d. Non Compos Mentis & Justin Kaard

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Once again, as usual, thanks again to my incredible mule team - you guys are the best!