Trauma 190 Results!

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Thursday, April 14th, 2016

Ace Anderson: Good EVENING ladies and gentlement, WELCOME to another much anticipated Thursday night Trauma!

Jerry Andrews: ...

Ace Anderson: Yeah, so, action packed night planned, right, Jerry!?

Jerry Andrews: That’s right, Ace. All the action, right here, in a night packed with it.

Ace Anderson: ... Leading up to our MAIN EVENT, in which former World Champion but current North American Champion dukes it out with PCW’s CURRENT World Champ, Justin Kaard! It’s always great when we get to see these kinds of champion vs champion matches, you can NEVER be sure what’s gonna happen. Right, Jerry?

Jerry Andrews: Yeah, crazy stuff.

Ace Anderson: Kinda quiet over there, Jerry, you good?

Jerry Andrews: “Thursday” night Trauma. That still seems weird to me, you know? I remember when...

The chatter fades out as the camera swings around towards the ring, the fans gearing up for the first match of the night!

Match One
Tag Team Match
Alexa Black & Baby Jenks vs Terrence Brown & Razor Blade
Referee: Ty Little Jr

The crowd looks to the entrance way as Black Widow by In This Moment roars out and they know who is coming out from backstage and they start booing loudly almost drowning out the music. Alexa Black steps through the curtain her face lit up with a wicked smile by her side on the left is her manager 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 which has to be bleeped out.

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 continues to incite the crowd, 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.

Jerry Andrews: Well, there she is in all her glory and by glory I mean with The Shaw Brothers.

Ace Anderson: You call a Shaw Brothers entourage “glory"?

Jerry Andrews: Well no, just, you know, it -

Ace Anderson: Here comes Baby Jenks!

Jerry Andrews: Thank god.

Ace Anderson: What was that?

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, giving Alexa a fistbump before shadowboxing a few punches and knee strikes for her pre-match warmup.


Ace Anderson: And there they are, all of The Darkness in one setting, this has a chance of getting ugly.

Jerry Andrews: And by ugly, you mean The Shaw Brothers.

Ace Anderson: Now see, THAT one made sense!

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 has a 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.

Ace Anderson: The Real Thing is in da HOWSE!!!!

Jerry Andrews: Don’t ever do that again.

Razor Blade comes out from the back of the Audience in walks down the steps in high fives his Fans in walks down the stops in Climbs over the barricade in stops for a min in hops on the apron in raise both of us arms in the air in and enters the ring.

Jerry Andrews: I just hope these two know what they are in for.

Ace Anderson: You cannot be in Pure Class Wrestling if you cannot handle the best in the world, or in their opponents case, the dangerous.

Jerry Andrews: Look like the ref is about to start the match!

DING DING DING DING!!!!

Alexa is in the ring with Brown to start things off. The Shaw Brothers are moving around away from the Black/Jenks corner. Black and Brown meet each other in the middle of the ring, Alexa has a small grin creeping on her face and Brown is met with a jaw jacking forearm that sends him stumbling back. Brown didn’t realize the power of Alexa, much like her past opponents have done as well. Brown nods his head and retaliates a forearm of his own that takes Alexa back a couple of steps and she comes charging in and shoulder block’s Brown down to the mat. Alexa looks over to Blade and motions for him to enter the ring. Brown is up on his feet and sees this and looks to his partner and Blade nods his head and puts his hand out for the tag and Brown makes the tag. Slowly, Blade makes his way into the ring; Alexa is rubbing her wrist and put her hand up for a grackle roman knuckle lock.

Jerry Andrews: Am I missing something here Ace?

Ace Anderson: You know Alexa prides herself with her power, she just wants to have a test of strength with Blade.

Blade looks on and then takes a step forward, as Alexa eggs him on. Blade gives one more look and then goes in to hook up with her. Both hands are locked and now the two are shoulder to shoulder, trying to grab the advantage. Both back out and then slam chest to chest to test their might once again. A few moments have passed and Blade is looking like he is gaining a slow advantage. He’s able to bring Alexa’s arm up straight and is now slowly buckling her wrists. Alexa’s knees are starting to shake, they are starting to bow up, and Blade is knocked back as Alexa connects with a headbutt that wasn’t seen coming.

Ace Anderson: Great move by Alexa.

Jerry Andrews: A great move? She was about to drop.

Ace Anderson: AND that’s why it was a great move, she is still on her feet.

Alexa comes charging in with a stiff clothesline that drops Blade down to the mat and is now having the boots put to him. Alexa brings him up to his feet and fires him in to her corner and turns to Brown and spits on him, Brown is trying to jump into the ring, but Ty Little is holding him back. Meanwhile, Jenks has the tag rope wrapped around the throat of Blade and now Alexa is over there choking him with her hands, while the tag rope is wrapped around Blade’s throat. Finally Brown breaks free from Little’s hold and makes the save for his team. Hitting Jenks and knocking her to the floor. Alexa is met with a clothesline that takes her over the top rope and down to the floor. The Shaw Brothers are on the ring apron and are about to walk in, while Ty Little is trying to hold them back.

Jerry Andrews: Get the Shaw Brothers off the apron, they have no place there.

Ace Anderson: Why don’t you go tell them they cannot be up there chief.

Blades is up and along with Brown are inviting the brothers into the ring, but they have forgotten about Alexa and Jenks, whom are both in the ring now and drive double clotheslines to the backs of Brown and Blade, knocking them into The Shaw Brothers, who lands punches on each of them. Little ducked out of the way and seen neither of the punches. Brown gets kick rolled out of the ring. Jenks exits the ring and the brother’s drop back down to the floor. Jenks is tagged in and both her and her sister send Blade to the ropes and double clothesline him down and follow it up with a double elbow drop. Jenks goes for the pin, but gets only a two count.

Ace Anderson: That didn’t take long.

Jerry Andrews: It’s just not fair that The Shaw Brothers are allowed to be out here like this.

Blade is up and is dropped with a vicious full nelson slam, followed by a few stomps to the arm and is now locked in a cross arm breaker. Ty Little is asking him if he wants to give it up. Blade is fighting it and the crowd is getting behind him. Blade’s body is starting to shakes. Jenks doesn’t know what to think. Blade has fought back up to his knees and now one knee and now up on his feet, he looks like he is trying to lift Jenks up, but cannot get her up. He tries a second time and only gets her up half way. A third time is a charm….yes it is as he has Jenks up in the air and drops her backwards as he falls back to break the hold.

Jerry Andrews: What a power display from Blade.

Ace Anderson: He better tag, he has been in the ring far too long.

Brown is wanting the tag so bad, The Shaw Brothers make their way over to Brown and he takes them both out with a double clothesline from the ring apron. Blade has crawled over to his corner and has his hand stretched out, but there is no Brown. Alexa quickly enters the ring and makes her way over to Blade and tries to pull him out of the corner and hit with a forearm that staggers her and she walks right into a samoan drop that gets Blade back close to his corner and makes the tag to Brown who is back there. Brown hits the ring and lands punch to Jenks, sending her down, Alexa gets the same effect and is down. Jenks is up and body slammed, Alexa receives the same. Jenks is sent into Alexa who is knocked through the ropes and Jenks is hit with a german suplex, landing hard on the back of her neck.

Ace Anderson: The Sisters are in trouble.

Jerry Andrews: That was a much needed tag for the Brown Blade team.

Brown goes for the cover, but only manages a two and half. Brown can’t believe it; Alexa is up on the apron, in her team’s corner, screaming for Jenks to get up. The Shaw Brothers are back over and tug on Alexa’s leg and now are in a conference with her. She gives the nod as Brown has dropped Jenks with a running big boot. Alexa comes into the ring, but is quickly tossed back out and caught by the Shaw Brothers. Brown has his attention onto the outside and is school boy rolled up by Jenks and gets a quick two count before Brown kicks out. Alexa calls for a tag, Jenks makes one, quickly crawling over there. Alexa is in.

Ace Anderson: Alexa is back in and ready to take someone’s head off.

Jerry Andrews: Terrance is still fresh.

Alexa is motioning for Brown to stand up and nails him with a brogue kick to the face that sends him back and she follows that in with another kick that sends him back to the corner. Brown is about to be splashed, but moves out of the way and makes a sprint to his corner and makes the tag to Blade. Alexa puts the breaks on, turns around and is met with a forearm and then samoan drop, Blade goes for the pin. A two count is made before Alexander Shaw is up on the apron, but he does this on Brown’s side and the two are in an argument. Freddie Shaw gets Jenks attention. Alexa is up and is forearmed and she falls back into the sister’s corner. Blade comes charging in and nails Black with a nasty clothesline, but he falls backwards and is out. Jenks was tossed a pair of brass knuckles by Freddie and turned Blade’s lights out for him and Jenks drops down to the arena floor, Alexander Shaw drops back down to the floor. Alexa drops to her knees and then covers Blade -

...1!

...2!

...

...3!!!

DING DING DING DING!!!!

Winners: Alexa Black & Baby Jenks via Pinfall; Alexa Black pins Razor Blade

Baby Jenks and The Shaw Brothers enter the ring and join Alexa who is up and laughing as ”Black Widow” by In This Moment rocks out of the speakers, Alexa and Jenks going up the ramp together with The Shaw Brothers bulking along behind them.

Ace Anderson: That was rough. Definitely didn’t need to happen that way.

Jerry Andrews: At this point, do you really expect anything ELSE out of an Alexa Black match?

Ace Anderson: ...no. Not really, no.

Match Two
The Icemann Invitational Tournament
Singles Match
Jury vs Crazy Boy
Referee: Eric Russo

Jerry: Here it is, folks! Our first Icemann Invitational Tournament match of 2016!

Ace: And what a way to kick it off, too! Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith, a long-time PCW veteran and perennial fan favorite is going up against none other than the man making his entrance now, Jury!

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 he fights.

Ace: Cory Steel is all business tonight.

Jerry: He prefers just Jury.

Ace: I prefer being called rich and good looking, but we don't always get what we want, do we?

Jerry: Yeah. In your case, zero out of two ain't bad.

Ace: I hate you. Have I told you that lately?

Jerry: Not in the last five minutes, no.

Ace: I have a quota to keep, you know.

Jerry: Here comes the Crazy One himself!

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 up and bounds over the ropes. He bounces around the ropes a few times, and pumps his fist in the air one last time, glaring and smiling devilishly at a very poker-faced and focused Jury.

Russo gathers the competitors for a final check. The two men bump fists just before the bell rings. Jury appears to want to tie up, but Crazy Boy is keeping a respectable distance as he sizes up the wall of a man set across from him. Jury lurches again, and again, Smith dodges away, rebounding off of the ropes. Jury charges forward with a lariat, but CB uses his momentum for a crucifix, putting Steel to the mat.

Jury sloughs the pin attempt before the ref can even get into position. Frustration is beginning to set in for the burly brawler as he now puts distance between himself and the high flyer. Smith doesn't want to let Steel have too much time to rest. He charges his foe, smashing him in the face with a leg lariat, dropping the big man down once again, but not for long. Crazy Boy hits the ropes for some added oomph, throwing himself in a cross body block at Jury. Steel caught him!

Ace: A bit premature in the match for something like that, Crazy Boy.

Jerry: And Jury made him pay the price with that nasty sidewalk slam.

Ace: That seems to have calmed things down more to Jury's pace.

Steel collects his opponent from the mat, scoop slamming him back down like a sack of potatoes. Jury drums more wind out of the Crazy One with another scoop slam, accentuated with a few stomps, before pulling him to his feet once again. Whipping him to the ropes, Jury sets Smith up for a sit-out power bomb, but CB kicks out just before the downward stroke with an added boot to the side of the head of the brawler.

Jury swings a wild punch at Smith, who ducks out of the way. Another swing and a miss. CB creates some space between himself and the hot headed ham-fister, hitting the ropes, but Jury greets him with a size 15 to the face, dropping him like a bad habit. Smith rolls over to get on all fours in an attempt at standing. Jury is right there with a double axe handle to the small of the back. Again and again, Crazy Boy tries to climb to his feet, and each time he's drummed back to the mat.

Jury grabs a handful of golden locks, yanking the Crazy One to his feet. He Irish whips CB to the corner with a resounding thud, following in closely with a splash that wilts CB to the mat. Pulling his prey to his feet, he flings Smith to the opposite corners... NO! CB reversed it! Now it's Crazy Boy who answers with a pair of knees to the face of the mastodon of a man. Tyrone pulls Jury into a headlock, driving him face first with a bulldog! He spins Jury onto his back before scaling the turnbuckles.

Jerry: Uh oh! time for the Crazy One to fly!

Ace: Frog Splash! Here's the cover!

1!

2!

Thr--NO!

Jury manages to get his shoulder up after that onslaught. Crazy Boy delivers a few kicks to convince his enemy to stay put as he bounces off of the ropes. CB rolls up and flips into a splash. Scrambling to his feet, he hits the second rope for a lionsault. He hooks the leg, but the zebra only gives him a one count. CB slaps the mat in frustration. Then he bolts to his feet, bringing Jury with him, and sending him into the turnbuckles. Smith rushes in, but Jury reintroduces his foe to his foot. Crazy Boy kisses the mat as Jury's rage builds in his eyes. The Artist Formerly Known as the Bear stomps over to CB.

Jerry: Oh boy. Looks like Jury's had enough.

Jury retrieves Crazy Boy from the floor, dragging him into a head lock. He brings the Crazy One vertical, and back down with a jack knife power slam. CB Appears glassy eyed after that, but Jury isn't hung on giving him respite. He collects his prize, Sticking CB's head between his legs. Up and down in a power bomb. He picks him up for a second, and then a third.

Ace: The Sickest Kill! Jury hooks the leg!

1!

2!

3!

Winner: Jury via Pinfall

Jerry Andrews: Jury wins! Jury wins the first Icemann Invitational match of 2016 to move on to the second bracket.

Ace Anderson: A big congrats to Jury, and a big thank you to Crazy Boy for putting on a great show for us here tonight!

Backstage, Baby Jenks is seen walking down a hallway when she is stopped by Shane Dodge.

Dodge: Excuse me, if I could just get a word with you regarding...

Jenks: I don't have time.

Baby Jenks continues walking.

Dodge: It will only take....

Baby Jenks quickly turns around and gets right in Shane's face.

Jenks: I said: I DON'T HAVE TIME.

Jenks shoves Dodge and he stumbles backwards. She takes a step towards him, but just like on the last episode of Trauma, her hand is grabbed by a mysterious individual wearing a black hoodie. The person's face is covered as well. Dodge takes this opportunity to, well, get out of Dodge.

Seeing that Dodge has left the scene, the unknown person turns to leave as well, running down the hallway away from Jenks.

Ace Anderson: Okay, what the hell is going on here?

Jerry Andrews: We saw this person a couple of weeks ago and.... uh oh.

The mysterious figure is cut off by the two Shaw brothers. He or she tries to run the other way, but the Shaws grab the person and throw him or her down to the floor. They then grab one arm each and drag the individual away.

Ace Anderson: It looks like the stranger has been caught by the Shaws and that certainly can't be good news for whoever this person is.

Jerry Andrews: Where are they dragging him or her?

Ace Anderson: I don't think it's somewhere nice.

Back at ringside things have been all set up for the next match, the crowd firing up with the show moving into full swing.

Jerry Andrews: Looks like the crowd is really getting into it tonight!

Ace Anderson: Yeah, nothing like the $8 popcorn, $5 beers, and the pervasive whiff of B.O. to really get things going!

Jerry Andrews: Wow, Ace, tells us how you REALLY feel why don’t you?

Match Three
The Icemann Invitational Tournament
Singles Match
Brenna Gordon vs Camron Creed
Referee: Manny Cruz

Jerry: That was one helluva well fought opening match for the Icemann Tourney.

Ace: Jury brought his "A" game, and it paid off. He advances in the brackets.

Jerry: Crazy boy doesn't have to worry though, because there's always the Last Chance Battle Royal.

Ace: Let's not get ahead of ourselves, cuz the tournament is just getting started. Up next, two very promising newcomers go at it for their own shot at glory.

Jerry: That's right, Ace. Brenna Gordon squares off against "The Cream of the Crop" Camron Creed.

Ace: It'll be interesting to get another glimpse at both of these savvy technicians.

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.

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 the bell to ring.

Ace: Brenna's giving up four inches and almost 110 pounds.

Jerry: But as we saw at Trauma 189, that didn't stop her from picking up the win.

Ace: I'll bet Camron Creed isn't going to take her lightly this time though.

The bell signifies the start of the match. The two go for a tie-up, which C2 quickly switches into a headlock. Brenna shoves Camron to the ropes, catching him with a drop toe hold on the rebound. Both competitors scramble to their feet. They quickly tie up, but Creed uses his size and weight advantage to back her to the corner. Cruz starts the count for a clean break, and gets it, Cameron backing away. He motions for his opponent to engage, and engage she does! Using the second turnbuckle for momentum, she thunders out of the corner like a lioness on the pounce, with a Lou Thesz press.

Brenna connects with a couple of forearm smashes before Camron tosses her off of him with authority. He bolts upright as she hits the second rope, hitting a flying forearm that staggers the Cream of the Crop backwards. Unrelenting, pounces at her foe again, but this time he bats her away like a fly. Creed twists her arm as her brings Gordon to her feet, sending her packing with an arm drag take down. He collects her from the mat, hugging her briefly before tossing her across the ring with a belly to back suplex. Brenna squeals in pain, holding her back from the impact.

Just then, "Sick Like Me," by In This Moment blasts over the airwaves...

Jerry: What the hell?

Ace: Hell is right. Here come the Shaw Brothers!

Frederick and Alexander Shaw explode through the curtain, stopping at the top of the ramp with slick smiles on their faces. The action in the ring stops as both competitors eyeball the newcomers cautiously. As they make their way down to the ring, the fans begin throwing rubbish at them, jeering madly at the members of the Darkness.

Jerry: What do they want? They aren't even booked to be here!

Ace: Do you want to go ask them? Because I sure as hell don't.

Frederick holds up his hands to the protesting referee, mouthing the words "We're just here to watch." Brenna uses the distraction for a schoolboy roll up and a bridge. Cruz drops for the count.

1!

2!

Kickout!

Alexander shuffles to the opposite side of the ring for his own vantage point. Gordon and Creed both erupt to their feet, neither are happy about the unwelcome distraction. Frederick stays put close to the ramp, inviting the pair to finish squaring off. Creed takes the suggestion, drilling Brenna with a clothesline as Alexander distracts her with a bit of catcalling. Throwing Gordon over his shoulder, Creed hits a running power slam that shakes the ring from the impact. Frederick lightly applauds the move, nodding his approval.

Pulling Brenna to her feet once again, Camron batters her with a pump handle slam. He grapevines the leg, spinning her onto her stomach as he cinches in a single leg Boston crab. Cruz drops to check for a submission, but the mysterious newcomer isn't ready to give up the ghost. Using her surprising strength, she struggles her way towards the ropes. Alexander gets down on eye level, blowing kisses and taunting the Irish lass as she finally gets two fingers around the rope for the break.

Alexander throws his hands up in disgust, spinning to the unappreciative crowd. He spies a poster held by a young, bald eight year old boy that say, "The DORKness sucks!" Snatching it from the kid, he shreds it with villainous glee. What one can only assume is the boy's father, slaps the muscle bound grotesque on the shoulder in protest. Taking exception, Alexander grabs the grown and rather hefty man by the throat. Frederick scurries over to take control of the situation, but Cruz has had enough. He signals for security, getting the two men escorted from the premises, much to the mocking cheers of the Faithful.

Meanwhile, Creed had locked in another Boston crab, applying pressure to Brenna's already abused back. The zebra makes sure that Gordon still wants to fight. She answers by using her flexibility and free leg to arch herself up to cup Creed's chin before dropping back down in some sort of modified DDT. C2 relinquishes the hold from the sudden impact. Brenna winces a bit as she regains her vertical base, bringing Camron up with her. She inverts him into a Northern lights suplex that pushes a surprised gasp from his lungs.

Standing her opponent upright, she sends him right back down with a side Russian leg sweep. She hooks the leg...

1!

Tw..NO!

Frustrated, Brenna drops an elbow to Creed's sternum, followed by a leg drop, before spinning him onto his stomach and locking in a camel clutch. Now it's Cruz' turn to see if Creed wants to stop, but he answers in the negative. Camron grasps Brenna's legs as he pulls himself to a seated position, then standing. Blindly, he rushes the corner backwards, squashing Gordon behind him. Both competitors are down as the ref begins to count!

1!

2!

3!

Brenna is the first to stir a bit.

4!

5!

Creed starts to regain his drive as Gordon gets up on wobbly knees.

6!

Brenna sits on the second turnbuckle, staring holes through Creed as he begins to rise. She scales to the top, perching like a buzzard in wait. Camron turn around only to get a faceful of feet as Brenna drop kicks him back to the mat. She gathers him back to his feet, drumming him with a boot to the midsection before running the ropes.

Ace: Crash the Shore!

Brenna scampers to the corner, awaiting Creed to regain his footing. She charges in once again... RIP TIDE! Brenna hooks the leg!

1!

2!

3!

Winner: Brenna Gordon via Pinfall

Ace Anderson: She did it! Brenna Gordon wins her first Icemann Invitational Tournament match in her first Icemann Invitational with PCW! This newcomer continues to impress with her talents, it'll be interesting to see how far she gets in the Tournament!

Jerry Andrews: Let’s not count Creed out yet - he’s no slouch, and the Last Chance Battle Royal is coming up quick!

'What The Water Gave Me' serenades the crowd once more as Brenna makes her way to the back, Creed not lagging far behind.




It’s mysterious message time again as the lights in the arena go down putting the faithful into darkness once more. Like last week, a couple of spotlights start roaming around the crowd areas as this weeks message appears on the PCWTron, this time reading:

IF MY ATTITUDE STINKS AM I MEANT TO CHANGE?

#DAMNNATION

A short while of this being displayed, the text fades away and the arena lights come back up.




Jerry Andrews: This again?

Ace Anderson: Apparently.

Jerry Andrews: I STILL can’t tell if it’s a coding error or if “Damn Nation” is what we’re supposed to be reading.

Ace Anderson: We’ve seen it for what, three shows now? Probably deliberate.

Jerry Andrews: Good point.

Match Four
The Icemann Invitational Tournament
Singles Match
Dan Fierce vs Michael "Mr. Showtime" Wryght (International ©)
Referee: Joseph Buckland

Ace Anderson: On to the third Icemann Invitational match of the night, and I gotta say - the Tournament is looking great so far.

Jerry Andrews: There’s certainly no shortage of closely matched talent in Pure Class Wrestling, of THAT we can be entirely sure.

The PCW-Tron flashes illuminating, colored blasts out 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.

Jerry Andrews: I really just love this guy’s entrance. It’s so FANCY!

Ace Anderson: Latent tendencies?

Jerry Andrews: Pretty sure that if I had latent tendencies of Fierce’s variety, considering I’ve spent THIS many years watching and describing burly men grappling in varying stages of sweaty undress, if I had those kinds of tendencies they wouldn’t be latent anymore.

Ace Anderson: I withdraw the question.

"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.

Jerry Andrews: Oh for the love of - ACE. Will you PLEASE just SIT. DOWN?

Ace Anderson: All rise for the honorable President of PCW!

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.

DING DING DING!

Immediately, Fierce goes on the offense and leads off with several leg kicks that keep the veteran Showtime at a reasonable distance. Strike and move, baby. Strike and move. Showtime keeping his guard up, only a few of the shots land and he’s quick to step away from the other ones. He can appreciate the attempts at his legs, however; Showtime knows all ABOUT going for the legs and lower back area. Feinting in, Fierce throws out a fierce(get it?) low leg kick and Showtime is quick to swoop in.

Taking hold of the planted leg, it’s all downhill for Fierce as he topples to the mat face first. Holding tight to the ankle, Showtime locks in a kneebar and it’s to the mat. Can’t really affect the Savate fighting style very well if you’re flat on your back. Fierce fighting to escape Wryght’s clutches, he’s using his free leg to push himself along the mat ... essentially dragging the entirety of Showtime’s body weight ALONG with his own. It’s slow going and he’s throwing boots towards Showtime in the hopes that he can force him to release the hold even earlier.

As it stands, Fierce is forced to endure the pain until he makes it to the nearest set of ropes. The referee is quick to start the customary five count; Showtime reminds the referee who scheduled him to officiate the match. No matter. Showtime relinquishes the hold at four and three-quarters and Fierce is quick to drag himself through the safety of the ropes onto the apron to collect his thoughts and re-think his battle strategy.

Ace Anderson: A flawless move by our President. Take out the legs. Not just Savate, but EVERYONE is forced to take into consideration the health of one’s legs and knees. Gotta have the foundation to build on. SO smart.

Jerry Andrews: I won’t argue with that ... but could you be even more of a shill?

Ace Anderson: Better than you, I’d say.

Fierce on the apron, rubbing and slapping at his knee ... getting the blood flowing and helping the adrenaline wend its’ way in order to alleviate the damage inflicted. With a sideways glance to Showtime, he steps through the ropes ... and is INSTANTLY met with a bull-rushing Showtime! Fierce sidesteps, quick thinking by the Fabulous One as he lets Showtime land chest first on the ropes, bouncing back into a leg sweep by Fierce. As Showtime hits the mat, Fierce pounces ... landing a head strike followed by a dashing stomp. Another head strike or two. Second dashing stomp. Martial artists would recognize this as the notorious ‘Dance of Death’.

It looks absolutely brutal. Lightning fast, quick strikes. Showtime made a slight error in judgement, it appears ... seeing Fierce more weakened than he actually is. Fierce is just that: FIERCE. He’s not giving Showtime a moment to breathe. The veteran quick to move to the nearest corner-post in an attempt to stifle the shots from above, it does hold Fierce off slightly ... long enough for Showtime to scramble to his feet. But Fierce is right there on top of him, following up with precise shots to the body and the thigh muscles. Showtime is in some real trouble here!

Jerry Andrews: Dan Fierce is NOT taking any chances, Ace. He saw what Showtime looks to do in the first few seconds of this match and will do anything he can to avoid that situation!

Ace Anderson: A wise choice, but all these strikes ... this fast pace ... it’s hard to keep up that speed, Jerry. The body eventually tires and Showtime knows that. It’s a classic rope-a-dope ... what a genius!

Jerry Andrews: Oh for the love of -- can you stop now?!

One of a competitor’s biggest opportunities for success is in studying your opponent, and Michael Wryght is no exception. He KNOWS full well that letting Fierce tire himself is going to lead to a very real loss. He can’t wait too long ... wait for the moment ... strike and ... THERE IT IS! A wind-up for a bit of a stronger shot and Showtime explodes from the corner right into Fierce’s face! A huge Sumo style push and Fierce is caught COMPLETELY off-guard! Shoving Fierce nearly across the ring, Showtime uses all of his body weight to force Fierce to the ground. Fierce stumbling backwards, he lands on his back while Showtime lands full-tilt on top.

Never mind Showtime landing with a knee directly between the legs. That didn’t happen. As far as he’s concerned.

The referee taken in with the sudden rush, he neglects to catch onto this and Showtime slides off to the side ... leaving Fierce to fondle his genitalia in front of the whole world to see.

Ace Anderson: What ... what is he doing?

Jerry Andrews: Are you kidding me? Mr. President went downtown! That should be a disqualification!

Ace Anderson: Hey hey now, you can’t disqualify Wryght. He knows the rules and enforces them as fairly as possible.

The referee checking on Fierce, Showtime is going to show NO mercy to the Flamboyant One and proceeds to lay heavy boots to Fierce. He got him down, now it’s time to kick him WHILE he’s down . Slightly un-sportsmanlike, but it’s a necessary evil here. Showtime nearly had himself out of the match with the blitzkrieg earlier; there will be no second chance.

From here, Showtime drags Fierce to his feet and whips him towards the ropes. A quick shift in momentum and Showtime pulls Fierce back into a stiff short-arm clothesline. The air knocked out of Fierce’s sails, he’s dropped to the mat with a brutal WHUD thanks to the sudden impact. Attacks from every angle, Showtime simply will NOT give Dan Fierce a chance to catch his breath.

As Dan fights bravely to his feet, Showtime slaps him a few times and turns him around. Facing him away, he hooks the head and the arm ... it looks like it’s all over but the crying. The Sweetness is coming ...the turn ... WAIT! Fierce has broken loose! The surprise is evident on his face as Dan Fierce hooks the arms of Showtime behind him. Turning quickly, Showtime is trapped with nowhere to go! The mat sounding out like thunder, Wryght dropped head and face-first to the mat.

MAKE OVER!

Dan rolling Showtime onto his back, the referee is right there on the mat to make the count.

...1!

...2!

...

...3!




Winner: Dan Fierce via pinfall





Ace Anderson: ... oh my god! This is - this is a TRAVESTY!

Jerry Andrews: Fierce is as capable as anyone, but I can safely say ... what an UPSET! Dan Fierce has pinned the reigning International Champion and put Michael Wryght OUT OF THE ICEMANN INVITATIONAL TOURNAMENT!(!!)

Ace Anderson: I can’t believe it! I’m putting a petition in to ...

Jerry Andrews: Not now, Ace! We’re done here! Let’s go to commercial then we’ll be RIGHT back for more Thursday night Trauma action!

Ace Anderson: NOW you’re playing with POWER.

Match Five
The Icemann Invitational Tournament
Singles Match
Kelli Starr (Underground ©) vs =Q=
Referee: Charles Lim

”(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 Q ... her opponent for the evening and fellow TIIT hopeful.


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 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.

His eyes behold his opponent in the ring, and his gaze never breaks from that point on as he enters the ring. Catapulting himself over the top rope and rolling in, he sprints towards the hard camera and getting RIGHT in its' focus, shaking it and directing it out to the crowd in attendance ... who normally would be engaging in a party but the scene unfolding before them is just too much to ignore.

DING DING DING!

Kelli looking across the ring at Q ... Q sitting on the top turnbuckle and looking back. It’s an odd staredown, to be sure. Not necessarily anger or hatred or fierce determination. But staring at each other they are. Q slipping from the top turnbuckle, he begins to walk towards the center of the ring. Kelli, slightly unsure of Q’s intentions as ... well, it’s Q, follows suit ever so hesitantly. As the two most outwardly kindred competitors in the whole of PCW stand face to face with each other ... the crowd watches on with curiosity as ...

... Q embraces Kelli in a massive hug.

The crowd jumps to their feet in cheers as the two hug tightly in the center of the ring. Surely, words are whispered between the two given the history they’ve had in the not-too-distant past.

Ace Anderson: Okay, the bell’s rung and these two are hugging? Come ON this is for a second round berth in the tournament!

Jerry Andrews: Ace, get off it. These two have been friends for the longest time and this is the first time they’ve been face to face in MONTHS. This is amazing! The crowd is off the charts

The two separating after a good long hug, Q and Kelli shake hands and back into their respective corners. The referee can do very little as the match has already started. Q nodding at Kelli, Kelli nodding right back at Q ... the match is FINALLY underway! As the two begin to circle the ring, smiles on both competitors faces. Looks like this could be a great match-up between two of the biggest fan favorites in recent memory.

The two moving into a collar and elbow tie-up, Kelli traps Q’s wrist and locks in a hammerlock while slipping behind the Single Letter Superstar. Q searches each side, looking for a way to escape the hold. Futile search as Kelli has the hold locked in and TIGHT. Leaning forward, Kelli follows the motion to maintain control of the hold and Q surprises by forcing the Rainbow Warrior backwards into the nearest corner ... almost reaching a run speed as the pair collide with the turnbuckles. Kelli taking the brunt of the impact, the hold is released and Q remains pressed up against her tightly.

Ace Anderson: He’s awfully close, Jerry. You said they were friends or ...

Jerry Andrews: ACE! Are you insinuating something?

Ace Anderson: No, Jerry. THEY’RE insinuating something; I just happen to pay attention to things like that.

Jerry Andrews: I seem to remember you and Kelli in a corner for an Icemann Invitational ... did it hurt?

Ace Anderson: ... I’m going to kill you one day, Jerry.

Q taking a step out from the corner as the referee looks on, he backs up rapidly and throws his hips directly into Kelli’s midsection. Attempting to take her breath away, Q steps out again while holding onto the top ropes and hurls himself backwards once more, repeating the process. A third attempt follows but this time, Q steps out just a LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTLE too far ... leaving Kelli the room to get her knees up and into the small of Q’s back. The impact harsh and unforgiving, Q staggers out of the corner in agony as Kelli looks to catch her breath.

Q dropping to a knee to allieviate the pain, Kelli gets her wind back and waits patiently as Q returns to a standing position and takes off across the ring in a sprint. Planting her feet on the second rope, she turns to glance over her shoulder at Q to find he’s dropped prone to the mat to avoid the incoming dive. Kelli smiles and turns in one fluid motion ... in the blink of an eye ... and lands a beautiful Asai moonsault across Q’s back and shoulders.

Flipping Q over, she goes for a quick pinfall to end this as quickly as she can but Q will not be deterred and throws a shoulder up at 1.

Standing to her feet, she allows Q the space to make it to his hands and knees before stepping on his back and pushing herself up into the air and landing a vicious elbow to the lower back. Q forced face down on the mat again, she’s REALLY targeting Q’s lower back and for good reason. Dragging Q to his feet not by the hair but from under his arms, Q snaps to realization that things are going south and in a BIG big hurry and does what he does best. FLIPS! TRAP! SPIN AND STUFF!

Trapping Kelli’s wrists against his own ribs, his hands lock under her elbow joints to prevent her from going anywhere. Quick rotation and away he goes. Spinning ... spinning ... he’s spinning her by her wrists! My god, the DIZZY! Reaching a velocity that has her spinning off of her feet, he only begins to slow when the world blurs around him and forces him to stop. Kelli dropping to the mat on her knees, Q drops to a knee as well and collects his equilibrium. Q and Kelli face to face again, he reaches up and presses the momentary advantage ... clapping behind Kelli’s head. His forearms clapping shut onto her ears, a pressurized blast of air filling her ears and throwing off her internal balance even further.

As she stands, struggling to maintain her balance as she backs away from Q, she’s searching for something to grab onto to stabilize her as Q returns to his feet and begins to tail his weakened opponent. As Q closes in, Kelli turns around with a huge spin and throws a backfist that Q just barely manages to avoid. She’s keeping Q at bay while she attempts to regain her composure but Q is on the right track and slides up in front of Kelli before she reaches the ropes. Grabbing her outstretched wrist, he holds it tight and rolls forward ... pulling Kelli along in a judo throw that leaves Kelli smacking the canvas and slightly tangled in the ropes upon impact.

Q’s building a good chunk of momentum as he helps Kelli to her feet. Her arms wrapped around his neck, he’s lifting her by the waist and ... OOOOOH! Kelli drops and lets Q’s jaw bounce off of her shoulder. Teeth rattling and impacting together, Q forces her off and turns to clutch his face in pain. Kelli pulling herself up from the mat with the aid of the ropes, she hops up and springboards off ... landing a quick and nasty double axe handle strike to the back of the head. SUGAR HIGH!

Q’s feeling a bit light-headed now, for sure. Kelli studying the situation, she takes off in a desperate dash across the ring and quickly slips through the ropes. Facing a rising Q, she launches herself onto the ropes and comes out both barrels blazing ... knees first as she strikes Q dead in the center of the chest. Forcing him back to the mat, her knees nearly pushing through his sternum and Dropping the M’Fing Bass on the Single Letter Superstar!

Kelli knocked off of Q at the moment of impact, she wobbles and falls to the side ... draping an arm over Q’s chest in a pinfall attempt!

1!

2!

...

3!

DING DING DING!




Winner: Kelli Starr via pinfall




Ace Anderson: Wow! I gotta hand it to both of ‘em: what an awesome match! Props to Q but tonight, Kelli Starr just wanted it a little bit more.

As Q struggles to sit up, the referee raises Kelli’s hand in victory. She’s looking down at Q, with a look on her face as if to wordlessly apologize. Q looks up and smiles, nodding slightly as he stands and unwraps the tape from his wrists before exiting the ring area ... letting Kelli enjoy her hard-fought victory as we go to commercial!

Match Six
Singles Match
Nathan Saniti vs Grimm
Referee: Ed Lane

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: Well, here we go... one in, the other about to arrive...


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, 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.

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.

Ed Lane steps forward to give his opening remarks, keeping it short and sweet. A few harsh words can be heard as Lane counts the pins in Saniti’s hat, Nathan making a great show of setting it on an unattended chair directly ringside. Dubiously satisfied, the referee steps backward and signals for the bell!

Right before the action gets started, the arena lights go from blinding white to pitch black in a matter of seconds. Each passing moment of darkness only heightens the unknown.

Ace Anderson: What the hell?

Jerry Andrews: AGAIN with the lights?

When a shimmer of light emerges, it's from the red-orange glow of a lit candle. It's hue partially reveals the bearer: A returning (and still eerie looking) Snow White. She stands on the apron, flashing the same incredibly creepy smile she did at Trauma 189. Her pale eyes are piercing. Blood seeps over her bottom lip, as she glares at another possession in her grasp: The hat of Nathan Saniti.

Satisfied, she now returns her attention to the ring. But that creepy smile slowly evaporates into an ominous expression. The candlelight is soon extinguished. When normalcy returns, she is no longer present. However, the hat (now flattened) and the core of a black lacquered apple are impaled in place by Saniti's trademark hatpins on the announce table.

Jerry Andrews: *eyes wide* Can we uh - can we get someone to clean this up? Please? Right now?

Ace Anderson: Awww, don’t be like that. Evil fairy tale characters hunt for us because they don’t see us doing it ourselves! It’s how they show their love.

Jerry Andrews: Ace, you... you’re an interesting fellow.

DING DING DING!

As Jerry uses a pen to gingerly inch the flattened offering over to Ace’s side of the announcer’s table, Nathan makes a clear beeline for the hatted turnbuckle, only to stop short! With the savvy Grimm quietly approaching behind him, Nathan slews about and halts, his eyes locked on what was once a very nice hat... and Jerry’s pen nudging it a centimeter too far! As the smushed hat topples to the floor with the sad slap of crushed top hat on cement, Nathan casts a furious glare at Jerry, he stalks forward - but is yanked back! Grimm drops two heavy paws onto his shoulders, spinning him around and delivering a heavy blow to the jaw! Nathan’s head snaps back on his neck at an almost unnatural angle, even Grimm taking a half shuffle-step back as Saniti slowly brings his skull back to level with the racheting, popping clicks of cervical vertebrae.

Ace Anderson: *pained noise*

Jerry Andrews: You okay?

Ace Anderson: That noise... those bones...

Jerry Andrews: But why would - oh. Oh RIGHT. That whole broken neck thing. Sorry bud.

Nathan EXPLODES into action, a flurry of rights and lefts peppering the Hangtown Horror, some even making their mark with the meaty thud of fist against flesh. Whether Grimm is taken aback by the sudden onslaught or dizzied by the violently colored patterning on Nathan’s elegantly flounced sleeves, Nathan takes him straight to a corner and puts a couple knees in! A massive palm strike to the chest hammers Nathan back, Grimm rising with a furrowed brow, one sinewy hand against his left side.

Ace Anderson: That doesn’t look good.

Jerry Andrews: Not at ALL. Broken ribs?

Ace Anderson: I don’t know that I’d go that far, but either way at least we don’t have to listen to HIM put his skeleton back together.

Jerry Andrews: That noise wasn’t so bad if you ask me, but you seem like you really have a - BONE - to pick with it!

Ace Anderson: Nope.

Jerry Andrews: Aw c’mon, just having a bit of fun. Not trying to be a -PAIN IN THE NECK- or anything.

Ace Anderson: I may actually kill you.

Jerry Andrews: Lookit ‘em go in there!

Sure enough, Grimm has taken the match well in hand, working his opponent around the ring! Grimm’s Science of Eight Limbs controls the ring, holds and moves flowing seamlessly as he works with winter’s timeless patience to wear Nathan down. Grabbing Nathan’s arm, he whips him across the ring into the ropes, Grimm moving to hammer with him a clothesline - Nathan grabbing Grimm’s arm and shoulder and JUMPS to whirl around Phineas’ arm like a wheel on a hub! In a whirl of angry color and impressive agility, Nathan plants both feet on the mat and hits a quick leg sweep, Grimm going down for the count! Following him down, Nathan drops an elbow into his opponent’s sternum, following it up with a quick hook of the leg!

...1!

...2!

KICKOUT!

Grimm kicks out emphatically just after the 2 count (nowhere near three, thank you -very- much), Nathan rolling off in frustration and leaping to his feet, Grimm seconds behind him. Nathan again goes on the offense with a series of strikes, once more backing Whitey into a corner. Nathan grins maniacally, going in for the kill - but he’s too slow! Grimm latches onto his foot and jerks N. Saniti off his feet with a vicious tug, twisting the leg around and laying a few stomps onto the knee joint (probably to make up for the ache in his own ribs), stopping only when Lane intervenes. Grimm crouches nearby, watching with a predator’s cautious gaze as he uses the ropes to rise, clearly checking his leg for damage. As soon as Nathan’s up, Eddie Lane gives a nod and Grimm blazes over to Saniti, grabbing him for a pickup - but Nathan reverses! Another pickup attempt, this one by the Mystical Madman - but again, a reversal! With a bunching leap, Grimm locks his arm around Nathan’s neck and flips him in a quick-thinking DDT!! Both men go down in a tangled heap, Grimm extricating himself first and surging to his knees, lunging forward for a pin on Nathan!

...1!

...2!

...

...3!!

Winner: Grimm via Pinfall

Jerry Andrews: Oh my god! Quick, DECISIVE ending to a match that was neck and neck!

Ace Anderson: *rises purposefully from his chair*

Jerry Andrews: Nonono! I meant it as an expression! Colloquialism! It wasn’t a bad joke I SWEAR! For the last time tonight, Ace, will you - please very kindly if you don’t mind - sit down?

Grimm walks back up the ramp as ‘Counting Bodies Like Sheep to the Rhythm of the War Drums' by A Perfect Circle plays out over the loudspeakers, a disheveled, disappointed Nathan rolling under the bottom rope to retrieve his hat. Picking the apple core up off the hat, he examines it closely for a moment before tucking it into one pocket, pulling the smashed hat back atop his head - and grinning at Jerry as it pops back into shape!

Ace Anderson: We’re back! Tell ‘em what we’ve got for ‘em, Jerry!

Jerry Andrews: Well, coming up next is a huge Champion Versus Champion match as our main event!

Ace Anderson: I’m really looking forward to this! Justin Kaard and NCM have quite a history with one another.

Jerry Andrews: I’m sure you all remember their epic best of five series for the North American Championship last year.

Ace Anderson: NCM still holds that title today!

Jerry Andrews: Yes, but now Kaard is the World Champion! I can’t wait to see what will happen with these two tonight!

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.

“Ladies and gentlemen, introducing first, he is the PCW North American Champion: NON COMPOS MENTIS!”

“I disrespect you, dissect you, reject you,
The second you start to speak,
I try to see you, low-key you, and be you,
But you are way too boutique for me

You celebrate the world's mistakes
Cause you're so idle, you can't fail
You celebrate your worst mistakes
Cause you're an "idol" - you can't feel”

Mentis hops the security barrier and begins to walk around the ring, taking his time to look over the thousands of fans in attendance before turning toward the ring.

“I can't heal you from the pain (Through this pain you heal)
And I can't keep you entertained (Boredom makes you feel)
I can't wake you like cocaine (Cause you're deep in sleep)
And I can't keep you entertained (Through this pain you heal)”

Jerry Andrews: Wait…. What the hell!?

Seemingly out of nowhere, Alexa Black attacks NCM from behind!

Ace Anderson: What the hell is she doing out here!?

Black has a steel chair in hand and she cracks Mentis across the back. She then drives the chair into his spine as he hits the floor. PCW officials rush over, but Black threatens them with the chair and they back off a bit.

Jerry Andrews: She’s out of control!

Black now lifts the chair up and she drives the point of the chair right into NCM’s knee! And again! And again!

Ace Anderson: Alexa Black just destroying NCM’s knee here!

After a few more brutal shots, PCW security is finally able to get the chair away from Black and they escort her away from ringside.

Jerry Andrews: Alexa Black is finally away from the ring, but the damage has certainly been done.

Ace Anderson: NCM looks like he’s in very serious pain. He’s clutching that left knee.

Members of the PCW medical team come out to check on Non Compos Mentis who doesn’t seem able to stand up at this point.

Jerry Andrews: This looks bad. Folks, we’re going to take a break and we’ll be right back with an update on whether or not this main event match can happen.

As PCW Trauma returns, officials are still huddled around NCM at ringside. He’s standing up now, but he’s still favoring that left leg.

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, we’re back and, honestly, I’m really not sure what’s going on here. NCM is obviously still at ringside being checked out by the medical team, but we haven’t been told anything about whether or not he’ll be able to compete in tonight’s main event.

Ace Anderson: Alexa Black really did a number on him with that attack. I don’t think I’ve seen him put any weight on that left leg since that brutal beating.

NCM takes a step forward now, grimacing as he does so. Referee Ty Little is with him at ringside. He says something to him and Mentis nods, taking another pained step forward. Little slides into the ring and, eventually, NCM joins him.

Jerry Andrews: Well, it looks like this match is going to happen as scheduled.

Ace Anderson: I’m not sure if this is a good idea for NCM. He’s going to be going up against the World Champion, basically on one leg.

Jerry Andrews: He’ll have his work cut out for him, that’s for sure.

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.

“And his opponent, he is the PCW World Champion: JUSTIN KAARD!”

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

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

Main Event
Singles Match
Justin Kaard (World ©) vs Non Compos Mentis (North American ©)
Referee: Ty Little

The bell rings and the two men meet in the middle of the ring. NCM is still shaking off his left leg, trying to regain a proper range of motion. The two hesitate for a second and then lock up. NCM shoves Kaard backwards. They lock up again and again NCM shoves him away.

Jerry Andrews: Non Compos Mentis has the size and power advantage here, but he can’t follow up due to his knee injury.

Ace Anderson: That’s a dangerous position to be in when you’re facing someone as quick and agile as Justin Kaard.

They lock up for the third time and this time Kaard gets the slip on his opponent, sliding around behind him and grabbing him around the waist. NCM breaks free and turns, but Kaard hits him with a quick roundhouse kick to the midsection. He then follows up with another roundhouse and then a jumping double knee to the face, sending NCM down to the mat.

Ace Anderson: That’s exactly what I’m talking about.

NCM rolls out of the ring to catch a breather, but Kaard goes flying through the ropes, hitting his opponent with a flying forearm just as he stands up! Kaard wastes no time grabbing NCM and slamming him face-first into the ring apron. He then rolls him back into the ring.

Kaard jumps up onto the top rope and he flies off, hitting Mentis with a big elbow drop! Kaard with a cover, but NCM kicks out at two.

Kaard stands up and he pulls his opponent to his feet. He throws him into the corner and charges. NCM manages to get out of the way at the last second and Kaard hits the turnbuckle hard. NCM is on him right away, quickly driving his elbow into Kaard’s spine.

Jerry Andrews: This is NCM’s opportunity now.

Mentis now grabs Kaard and he sets him up for a belly-to-back suplex. Kaard breaks free and he kicks NCM right in the injured left leg. NCM crumbles to the mat.

Jerry Andrews: Justin Kaard going after that obviously injured left knee now.

Ace Anderson: Can you blame him?

Jerry Andrews: Not at all. NCM made the choice to compete in this match tonight knowing the situation.

Kaard now drops an elbow onto NCM’s knee. He then hits a standing moonsault and goes for a cover. He gets two.

Jerry Andrews: NCM kicks out!

Kaard pulls his opponent up. He backs him into the corner and then starts unloading on him with a series of roundhouse kicks. NCM falls to the mat, slumped over in the corner. Kaard takes a step back and then charges and hits him with a flying elbow.

Kaard pulls NCM out of the corner, but Mentis fires back with a stiff forearm to the face. And then another, and another.

Ace Anderson: NCM battling back now!

Mentis drops Kaard down to the mat with a big clothesline. He then pulls him up and throws him off of the ropes. Kaard ducks a clothesline this time, rebounds off of the ropes and then hits Mentis with a flying crossbody into a cover:

...1!

...2!

.. -!

Jerry Andrews: Kickout just before three!

Kaard is on his feet now. He waits for NCM to stand up and, when he does, he hits him with a big dropkick. Kaard with another cover and another two count. He reaches down to pull NCM up again, but Mentis hits him with a big right hand. Non Compos Mentis stands up and Kaard runs at him. NCM plants him with a spinebuster! NCM with a cover and a two count.

Ace Anderson: I just love watching these two go at it!

Jerry Andrews: They know each other so well inside this ring!

NCM stands up and he pulls Kaard up, only to drop him with a DDT. NCM with another cover and another two count.

He pulls Kaard up once again, but Kaard leaps up and drops him with a spinning heel kick! Kaard with an elbow drop. He then climbs to the top ropes.

Jerry Andrews: Justin Kaard going upstairs where grandma keeps the cookies!

NCM stands up and Kaard hits him with a flying clothesline! Kaard with another cover, but NCM gets his arm on the ropes at two.

Ace Anderson: That almost ended the match!

Kaard stands up and NCM isn’t far behind. Justin Kaard leaps up with a dropkick, but NCM dodges it. He then grabs Kaard and sets him up for a suplex. NCM’s leg gives out mid-move and he crumbles to the mat, Kaard covering him!


1….


2….

Jerry Andrews: Kickout at two!

Ace Anderson: But you can see the affect of that attack by Alexa Black. NCM still can’t put too much weight on his left leg!

Kaard is up now. He takes a step back and waits for NCM to stand up.

Jerry Andrews: MACH FIVE!!!

Ace Anderson: Justin Kaard going upstairs once again!

Jerry Andrews: Seattle Space Walk!!!

A cover:

1….

2….

3!!!

Winner: Justin Kaard via pinfall

Justin Kaard stands up and he raises his hand in victory.

Jerry Andrews: A big win for Justin Kaard!

Ace Anderson: Non Compos Mentis tried to battle through the pain in this match, but he couldn’t fight through both injury and the world champion!

Jerry Andrews: Justin Kaard was on fire in that match!

Ace Anderson: I think he was a little extra motivated to face NCM after losing that best of five series last year. And it showed.

Kaard leaves the ring with his championship in tow. NCM slowly stands up, using the ropes as support. Suddenly though, Alexa Black, Baby Jenks and the Shaw Brothers hit the ring!

Jerry Andrews: Oh my God! The Darkness is here!

Ace Anderson: Haven’t they done enough tonight already?

Jerry Andrews: Apparently they’re not done with NCM!

Alexa Black is all over Mentis, while Jenks and the Shaws hold PCW officials off. NCM tries to get to his feet, but suddenly Baby Jenks takes him down with a chop block to his injured leg. Suddenly all four members of the Darkness are on him like rats, feasting away on their victim.

Jerry Andrews: This is just too much now!

PCW security rushes out. The Shaws are both grabbed by security guards. They try to fight free, but they’re overwhelmed. Baby Jenks slides out of the ring and she grabs a steel chair. She’s rushed by security, but not before she can throw the chair in for Alexa Black.

Ace Anderson: Oh no, she’s armed again!

Security runs into the ring, but they’re too late as Alexa Black again attacks NCM’s knee with a series of brutal chair shots. Security tries to stop her, but she swings the chair wildly, causing them to momentarily back off.

Jerry Andrews: She’s nuts!

Ace Anderson: Well, yeah!

Security finally manages to take Alexa Black down to the mat and disarm her. They drag her out of the ring and all four members of the Darkness are dragged away, leaving NCM in the ring in pain.

Jerry Andrews: Med techs are on the scene to tend to Non Compos Mentis, what a rough ending to Trauma. I think I can go on record in saying that we've seen some incredible performances here tonight, win or lose! Wishing you goodnight til next time, I’m Jerry Andrews and this is -

Ace Anderson: Wait, what's going on here?

Suddenly, the Shaw Brothers are seen in the entrance way. They walk down to the ring, dragging the masked individual that they caught backstage earlier.

Ace Anderson: Whoever this person is, he or she looks like they have seen better days.

Jerry Andrews: Yeah, they're not really moving. The Shaws probably did a number on them backstage.

Ace Anderson: Can you blame them, really? Whoever it is, this person shouldn't have messed with the Darkness.

Behind the Shaws and their victim walk Baby Jenks and Alexa Black.

Jerry Andrews: So, I guess the Darkness is coming out to the ring now with whoever this hooded person is...

The Shaws throw the hooded stranger into the ring. The person slowly tries to crawl away once they're inside the ring, but they're grabbed and shoved into the corner.

Jerry Andrews: I don't think the Darkness brought this stranger out here to talk.

Ace Anderson: No, I think someone is going to be hurt very badly really soon... and it's not going to be a member of the Darkness.

Alexa Black and Baby Jenks look down at the mystery person and they motion for the Shaws to pull the individual up. Baby Jenks stares at the person and then, suddenly, Alexa Black steps forward and slugs the person in the head with a hard right hand. The mystery person slumps over, being help up only by the Shaws.

Jerry Andrews: My GOD what a shot! This person looks like they've been knocked unconscious!

Baby Jenks now looks at the person and then she clocks him or her with another brutal punch to the head. The Shaws keep holding the person up.

Ace Anderson: Whoever this person is, they're going to want to keep the hood and mask on to hide the bruises after this assault.

Jenks now reaches up and she pulls back the person's hood. She then grabs the bandana covering the person's face and rips it off, revealing the mysterious individual's identity.

Jerry Andrews: Who on Earth? Wait..... is that....

Ace Anderson: Rick Majors....!?

Jerry Andrews: WHAT?!

The Darkness seems momentarily confused to see former PCW competitor Rick Majors in the ring with them. They don't hesitate for long though. Baby Jenks, with a look of anger on her face, she pulls Majors away from the Shaws. She then sets him up and drives him down to the mat with a particularly brutal Closing Time.

Jerry Andrews: Woah.... Majors almost driven through the ring there!

Ace Anderson: He's going to be hurting real bad when he wakes up. IF he wakes up.

Alexa Black smiles at the violence. She looks down at the beaten Majors and drives a stiff kick into his ribs. She then turns and leaves the ring without saying a word. Jenks and the Shaws follow, leaving the seemingly unconscious body of Rick Majors splayed out on the canvas.

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Just wanted to say THANKS to my mule team as per usual for their amazing work, and thank YOU handlers for hanging in there for this late posting! Don't forget to offer results feedback - it's the single nicest thing you can do for the creative team, and the single most helpful thing you can do for the fed as a whole! Keeps us on our toes, working to give you better and better every time. Like that one date from high school who did that thing with their tongue...

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Alexa Black & Baby Jenks d. Terrance Brown & Razor Blade; Alexa Black pins Razor Blade
Jury d. Crazy Boy
Gordon d. Creed
Fierce d. Showtime
Dollface d. =Q=
Grimm d. Nathan
Kaard d. NCM

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