Trauma 191 Results!

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Thursday April 28th, 2016

Ace Anderson: WELCOME to Trauma 191, ladies and gentlemen!

Jerry Andrews: Tonight is going to be INCREDIBLE, we’ve got some great matches on the card and then, the main event!

Ace Anderson: Tonight’s main event is none other than the Last Chance Battle Royal, a mainstay of The Icemann Invitational Tournament since its inception!

Jerry Andrews: WRESTLECEPTION!

Ace Anderson: ...riiiiiight.

Jerry Andrews: Aw, c’mon. It’s a joke! Like that movie, you know, and how everyone after the movie was just saying “everything-ception”, you know?

Ace Anderson: You’re about six years too late on that joke.

Jerry Andrews: Jokes don’t have an expiration date!

Ace Anderson: Yours do.

Jerry Andrews: *hand to earpiece* Looks like we’ve got something going on backstage - let’s check it out!

The roar of the crowd is exchanged for a low excited rumble as the cameras shift to the backstage area. The cameras are following the rookie, John Weyland, as he makes his way out of his locker room. He’s all suited up for his upcoming match and his expressionless face looks like it was carved out of marble. He ignores the camera as he walks past it. The cameraman turns to follow Weyland. Before he makes it around the corner, he’s met by Dontevius Ellis. The two stop and slap hands. Weyland flashes a smile, being face to face with a friend.

John Weyland: Long time, no see. Was worried there for a bit that I was all alone here.

Dontevius Ellis: Don’t you worry, baby! Give it a few weeks, we’ll run this place!

Weyland chuckles at the thought.

John Weyland: One play at a time, man. I think we’ll get it. So, I’ve got this Razor Blade guy. You know the one, he repeats the time of over and over again? Seems dead set on the PCW World Championship and all that. What’s on your agenda?

Dontevius Ellis: Oh, you know me. I ain’t booked but that ain’t about to stop me makin’ an impact. C’mon, you know ya boy. You want opportunities, you reach out and grab ‘em. And you know how I catch. Got this open invite battle royal later on tonight. Main event. Spotlights. I excel under those bright lights. This place’ll never know what hit ‘em, or caught ‘em as the case may be. See what I did there?

John’s expression takes a rare departure as he shows his teeth with a smile.

John Weyland: That’s how you got that hook man, All Day, Baby. First show and you’re already climbing into the main event.

Ellis shows a wide smile and a wink and Weyland shakes his head.

John Weyland: We’re book ends, tonight. I open, you close.

Dontevius Ellis: That’s how we do! Gotta score on the opening drive and the closing drive. I guess we gotta leave it up to these jokers to fill in the gap for us. Whatcha think?

John Weyland: Initially? The thought was whether or not we were ready for Pure Class Wrestling. More and more I think about it--the question is: Is Pure Class Wrestling ready for us?

Dontevius Ellis: Oh, they ain’t ready. Hit ‘em hard and hit ‘em fast. Go whip that motherf***er’s ass, get ‘em all to take notice.

John Weyland: Alright man, they’re calling my name. Good luck tonight, I’ll catch you on the flipside.

Weyland nods as he and Ellis slap hands. Weyland heads up the hallway towards the entrance as Ellis looks on with a very determined look in his eyes.

Match One
Icemann Invitational Tournament
Singles Match
Razor Blade vs John Weyland
Referee: Ty Little Jr

Jerry Andrews: We're kicking things off with our first Icemann Invitational Tournament match. It's pitting the relative newcomer Razor Blade against a guy who's actually making his debut tonight; John Weyland.

Ace Anderson: Not only do we get to see if Razor has what it takes to advance in the tournament, the new guy gets a chance to make one helluva first impression.

Razor emerges from the backstage area with no music and no fanfare. Upon reaching the apron he steps inside then waits in the ring, psyching himself up as he stretches in preparation.

The lights in the arena fade away and as "If I had a Tail" by Queens of the Stone Age hits, the lights come back up in crimson red. Josh Homme's voice calls out the lyrics as the anticipation grows in the crowd. "Gitchy gitchy, Oooh la la, Da doo run run, Ya won't get far."

John Weyland steps out from the entrance and stands on the stage as spotlights find him. He's wearing a hooded robe, hiding most of his face. He makes his way down the center of the entrance ramp towards the ring, when he gets to the bottom of the ramp, he pushes his hood back off of his head.

Josh Homme sings, "I'm machine, obsolete. The land of the free--Lobotomy."

Weyland climbs the ring steps and uses the top rope to sling himself up and over the rope and into the ring. He goes to the center of the ring where he takes off his robe as the lights return to normal.

Josh Homme sings, "If I had a tail, I'd own, the night."

Weyland goes to his corner as the music fades and warms up.

Ty Little Jr. motions for the bell, and the match is underway! The competitors circler each other before tying up. Weyland brings a knee into the ribcage of Blade, breaking the hold as quickly as it connected. The Babyface wrenches the arm of the Powerhouse back, driving the Big Dog to a knee early on. Weyland drives an elbow to Blade's shoulder, and again, and again. Razor's face is a mixture of pain and building rage.

Ace Anderson: Weyland DOES know that this isn't the MMA, right?

Jerry Andrews: Hello? Dan fierce has Savate, Q has Aikido, Baby Jenks...

Ace Anderson: Don't say her name. She might come down here and kick your butt.

John uprights his opponent, whipping him to the ropes and catching him right in the punim with a leg lariat, dropping Razor on his back. John hooks the leg, but the Powerhouse isn't ready to give up yet. He gets a one count. Frustration mounts on the newcomer's face as he gathers his quarry from the mat. Weyland attempts to whip Blade to the ropes, but the Samoan reverses it, meeting the Babyface off of the rebound with a sickening clothesline.

Blade releases a barbaric yawp as he drives Weyland to the corners, following closely with a running forearm smash hard enough to wither debut dreams. Razor scoop slams Weyland out of the corner, diving for a quick cover, but his foe kicks out even before the ref can count past one. Razor collects Weyland from the mat, sending him crashing back down with another scoop slam that shakes the entire ring.

Razor scales to the second turnbuckle, falling backwards with a blind elbow drop to John's midsection. Razor scampers to his feet, delivering a series of boots. Climbing the turnbuckles all the way this time, Razor crouches on the top in waiting as Weyland slowly gets to his feet. Blade launches off with a missile drop kick, but Weyland side steps it, rolling out of the way before it can connect. Weyland wastes no time in grapevining the legs.

Ace Anderson: Trailer hitch!

Jerry Andrews: You don't see that move very often.

Little drops to check for a submission and the Babyface cinches the move in. Agony erupts in Razor's face, but he refuses to tap! Using his immense power, he inches to the ropes, making the ref call for the break. Weyland breaks clean, but is on the offense quickly with a side Russian leg sweep just as Razor gets to his feet. John pulls Razor up and tosses him halfway across the ring with a overhead release belly to belly suplex. Weyland hooks a leg!

...1!

...2!

Razor tosses Weyland off of him like a rag doll before the three count. John looks shocked at the display of power. Both men get to their feet, but Razor seems to be favoring his left leg a bit. Weyland hits the rope for some steam, but Blade greets him with a size sixteen boot to the face. The Powerhouse hefts his adversary to his feet before sending him careening back to the mat with a short arm clothesline.

Razor whips Weyland to the ropes, connecting with a diving forearm smash. Pulling his foe to his feet again, Blade hits several European uppercuts that drive the Babyface to the corner. With a mighty heave, Weyland gets an unwanted trip to the opposite turnbuckles. Blade charges in, but John thumps him on the side of the head with a rather nasty looking kick that dazes the Powerhouse.

Weyland attempts to gain some distance, but the effects of his kick get shaken quickly by the Big Dog, who sends the newcomer to the ropes. Another thunderous clothesline drops the Babyface. Razor covers!

...1!

...2!

.. - KICKOUT!

Razor gathers Weyland and careens him to the corner. Shouting to the rafters, Blade rushes in with splash, but Weyland was playing possum. As his chest hits the unforgiving turnbuckles, John begins waylaying the Powerhouse with combinations of fists and knees to the ribcage. Blade grasps his sore sides as he stumbles out of the corner. Weyland bounds off the ropes, connecting with a shining wizard that causes Razor to kiss canvas. Weyland yanks Razor to his feet, launching him to the ropes, and hitting a rib-crushing gore on the rebound. Dissatisfied with that punishment, the Babyface pulls Razor up in a scoop brain buster!

Ace Anderson: Lights Out!

Jerry Andrews: The ref is in position!

...1!

...2!

...3!

Winner: John Weyland!

Jerry Andrews: Looks like the new guy really made a statement.

Ace Anderson: You ain't kidding! Debut match AND first round Icemann Tourney match winner? This Weyland guy may very well go far here.

Jerry Andrews: He's gonna be one to watch for sure.

The lights go down and a couple of spotlights go out across the crowd. We get a mysterious message once again on the PCWTron. This time however the message is also accompanied by a the sound of a radio tuning.

I DON’T FEAR #DAMNNATION

TONIGHT - LCBR

After about a minute, the message fades away and the lights come back up.

Jerry Andrews: This still, huh?

Ace Anderson: Still just as weird, while somewhat less surprising.

Jerry Andrews: Hey, you know, someone went to at least five minutes of effort putting that together.

Ace Anderson: *chuckles* Well, there’s usually a lot more than we see at face value, so…

Jerry Andrews: Hey, YOU’RE the one that said it isn’t surprising anymore.

Ace Anderson: We’ve seen it a few times now. At this point I’m just waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Match Two
Underground Singles Match
Kelli “Dollface" Starr (Underground ©) vs Dan Fierce
Referee: Ty Little

The PCW-Tron flashes

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: You know, to be totally honest, I’m not sure which one of these two is shinier.

Jerry Andrews: We could ask them which THEY think is the shinier?

Ace Anderson: Do you really wanna start that? It would be like a bedazzled version of the Hatfields and the McCoys!


”(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 and comparing footwear with Fierce as the referee approaches. While Ty Little gives his instructions, Fierce and Starr are clearly only half-listening as they compliment each other, Dan gushing over Kelli’s turquoise blue lipstick! Little steps back and signals for the bell - and the match is on!!

As soon as the bell sounds, Dan bullrushes Kelli towards the ropes! A final shove at the end of the run bounces Kelli off the ropes and back to Fierce, who seizes her arm and jerks her around in a rough Irish Whip! Kelli rebounds off the ropes and hammers Fierce with a clothesline! She hauls him up by one arm, angling his shoulder uncomfortably high - and throws HIM into an Irish Whip!! Another rebounding, humanoid disco ball rockets off the ropes and Dan bracing his arm for a running clothesline - which he swiftly modifies into a headlock as Kelli attempts to duck under!! Kelli struggles frantically to escape the hold, her claustrophobia making itself known as she wriggles like a cat in a noose; Fierce taking advantage of Kelli’s compromising position to further lock his deceptively soft-skinned, perfectly exfoliated left arm around her neck - unwittingly choking her out as he walks her across the ring towards a corner!

Ace Anderson: I don’t think she can breathe!

Jerry Andrews: Hey, maybe Starr LIKES to be choked.

Fierce twirls around with almost jazz dance worthy flair, sending Starr crashing back-first into the post and dropping to her hands and knees, still coughing as she fights to regain her breath from the hold. Fierce darts in after Starr, who throws her right leg up to connect with Dan’s jaw, snapping his head to the side like an almighty bitchslap and sending him staggering back towards the center of the ring to a pop from the crowd! Starr explodes from the corner in a blur of color, smashing into the center of Dan’s sternum with an absolutely brutal Heart Kick, dropping him to the mat and bringing the crowd to their feet!

Jerry Andrews: That was ROUGH!

Ace Anderson: Hey, maybe Fierce LIKES it rough.

Kelli slips to her knees next to Fierce’s fallen form, hooking his near leg for a pin and managing to hold the larger competitor in place while Little slides in to make the count!

...1!

...2!

..- Fierce throws a shoulder up off the mat to wave of cheers from the PCW Faithful in the seats! Starr rises her feet and reaches down, grabbing a fistful of zebra print spandex to “help” Fierce up; leading him back into the ropes launching him across the ring with an Irish Whip! Dan bounces off the far side, stumbling forward directly into a drop toe hold by Starr who quickly transitions into an Oklahoma Roll; Little again quick on the uptake to make the count!

...1!

...2!

...th- Not yet!

Fierce escapes the near fall to a gasp from the crowd!

Jerry Andrews: Nicely done! Fierce continues to impress.

Ace Anderson: Kelli can be a formidable competitor, but he’s certainly holding his own!

She jumps to her feet, reaching down once more to pick Fierce up off the mat only to have Dan counter with a Jaw Breaker! Fierce gains a vertical base where he steps forward into a follow-up strike, Kelli attempting to skitter back but Dan capitalizes on her brief retreat with a quick boot to the midsection - doubling Kelli over! Dan deftly hoists Starr in the air, ignoring the tremendous boos and jeers from the crowd as he drives her into the mat with a Sit Out Powerbomb! Scrambling to his knees, Dan wraps her up for a pin attempt!

...1!

...2!

- Starr throws a shoulder up off the mat to the sound of cheers, Fierce refusing to waste any time in hurrying himself back to standing and begins to stomp away at Starr! Hollering at the top of his lungs as he does so: “DON’T WORRY I WON’T GET YOUR FACE, DOLL!”. Finally, Dan picks Starr up off the mat where he takes her back into the ropes, firing Starr across the ring where she bounces off the near side. Fierce ducks his head in preparation for a set up, only to find Starr leap frogging over him and bouncing off the near side! Fierce drops down to his chest where Starr jumps over him once again and bouncing off the near side like a demented, rainbow colored pinball. Dan springs to his feet to meet her charge with a rooted, wide-set stance - only to have Kelli drop to her belly and slide right between his legs to the other side! Jumping to her feet she scales the ropes like a bouncy ladder, launching herself off the top rope towards Dan! Fierce spins around just in time to see star(r)s as Kelli slams into him with a flying spear!

Jerry Andrews: THIS IS IT!

Ace Anderson: NOT QUITE!!

The sick *THOCK* of human skull meeting human skull squish-cracks through the air, a simultaneous, gasping intake of breath from the crowd nearly enough to cause a vacuum in the arena!

Jerry Andrews: Holy crap.

Ace Anderson: I don’t even... did they really just...

Jerry Andrews: I’m not sure, but it looks like they might have... well...

Ace Anderson: Knocked each other cold like toddlers on a playground?

Jerry Andrews: Exactly that.

Charles Lim looks from the one to the other before kneeling to begin the count.

...1!

...

...2!

...

...3!

...

...4!

Kelli begins to stir.

...5!

Fierce groggily opens his eyes.

...6!

Kelli shifts again, seemingly unable to rise.

...7!

Fierce attempts to lift his head, letting it drop back to the mat with a thud.

...8!

...

...9!

...

...10!!!!

Little slips out of the ring as EMT’s arrive on the scene, an irritated Fierce shaking them off as Kelli similarly refuses help, both watching the referee as he speaks with the official time keeper. A few words, and Sasha Greene’s voice rings out over the crowd.

“LADIES and GENTLEMEN! The referee has ruled this match a draw by way of DOUBLE KNOCKOUT!”

A mix of cheers and boos flood the airwaves, both Starr and Fierce staring at each other for a moment in all their bruised, battered, might-be-bleeding, probably concussed selves... both of which covered head to toe in glitter from Fierce’s entrance! Kelli blinks, then begins to giggle, Fierce looking at his own arms and then at her, both of them laughing as they help each other to their feet!

Ace Anderson: Oh my god. Are they bee-eff-effs forever now?

Jerry Andrews: I think they might be.

Ace Anderson: You know, the fans HATE these endings.

Jerry Andrews: We haven't seen many of ‘em lately. The fans will be fine.

The besparkled duo head back up the ramp, Kelli hyping up the fans and dispensing hugs while Fierce dispenses fashion advice (in his defense, that red plaid shirt really DID look tacky with the hunter camo pants) as the show flips to commercial!

The show reopens backstage, where among the caterers and technicians, media and hangers-on. A blind corner, around which steps one Brenna Gordon into the path of a certain Lord of Misrule. They scuff to a stop inches away from one another. Gordon, clad as always in her ring-ready black leather bustier, short-shorts, fishnets, and boots, looks up into the perpetually frozen eyes of Grimm. Those scurrying about their business around them immediately scurry away in all directions.

Ace Anderson: Ohhhh, here we go!

Jerry Andrews: Grimm and Brenna Gordon are scheduled to face each other tonight! And here they are meeting face-to-face before they even get into the ring…Grimm, the Horror of Hangtown, and Brenna Gordon, Born of Myth, rising star and…

Ace Anderson: Give it a rest, Jerry. Everybody’s been paying attention. You don’t have to spell it out for us.

The two impending opponents stand motionless, expressionless, coiled and ready to spring into action. And yet… Grimm tilts his head to the side just a bit.

"Ms. Gordon."

Brenna nods.

"Grimm."

Ace Anderson: …

Jerry Andrews: …

Grimm steps to the right and motions with his left arm. Brenna dips into a mock curtsy and passes by, neither one making anything resembling a move of aggression.

Jerry Andrews: Oh, come on.

Before they disappear on their own ways, however, Grimm turns back.

"Brenna…"

Gordon tenses and turns. Grimm’s pale blue eyes narrow.

"Best try to keep your wits about you out there. It’s easy to lose yourself if you’re not careful."

Grimm touches his forehead in salute and continues on his way. Brenna remains as she stands, clenching and unclenching her fists.

Ace Anderson: Well, I don’ t have any idea what that was, but I expect their meeting in the ring here in a few minutes will be a lot less cordial than that.

Jerry Andrews: *with a twinge of disappointment in his voice* Man, I sure hope so.

Match Three
Icemann Invitational Tournament
Terrence "The Real Thing" Brown vs Baby Jenks
Referee: Nigel Gale

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: These gunshot sounds, don’t really sound too good to me.

Jerry Andrews: Yeah, in this day and age you don’t really know any more if they are fake or someone has gone nuts.

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: I’m surprised that The Shaw Brothers aren’t down here with her.

Ace Anderson: I wouldn’t speak to soon there Jerry.

Right on cue, here comes The Brothers making their way down the aisle and to ringside, both are jaw jacking at Brown the entire way. The Shaw Brothers make their way over to Jenks’ side and await the bell.

DING DING DING DING!!!!

Brown is arguing with Nigel about getting rid of The Brothers, but Nigel is allowing them to stay. Baby Jenks sees this opening and comes in charging with a clothesline from behind that sends Brown into the ropes and comes running back and is floored with an elbow to the back neck. Baby drops a few elbows to the neck of the area and then now is stomping away. Brown rolls out to the floor and is met with The Shaw Brothers looking to get involved, but the referee moves over and the two brothers move back with their hands raised. Brown grabs his neck and sees The Shaw Brothers laughing at him. Brown has made his way onto the apron and sees a charging Jenks and ducks a shoulder into her midsection and doubles her over, Brown slingshots over the top rope and of Jenks and takes her over with a sunset flip that gains a one count, before Jenks kicks out. Jenks comes charging in and is met with a belly to belly suplex, both are up and Jenks takes a wild swing and misses, as Brown ducks and lifts her up and drives her into the mat with a belly to back suplex. Jenks moves out of the ring. The Shaw Brothers move over to her, once they saw Brown looking to come out after her.

Jerry Andrews: Something has to be done about these two.

Ace Anderson: As long as they don’t interject themselves into the match, they can be out there.

The entire crowd watches, hooting and hollering as Nigel begins the count:

...1!

Alexzander and Freddie talk over with Jenks to see if she’s okay. She opens her mouthl and mimes biting her own lip, garish red trickling gently down her chin.

...2!

Brown is wanting her to get back into the ring, shouting a bizarre mix of goading encouragement.

...3!

Brown is getting out of the ring and coming over to The Darkness' side, openly mocking Baby Jenks.

...4!

The Shaw Brothers turn around and met Brown eye to eye as Jenks wipes the blood from her lip and chin with a short bark of laughter.

...5!

Jenks enters the ring with a smirk - and is followed by Brown!

Jenks lands a few quick knee strikes that doubles him over and Baby fires Brown into the corner and flies in with a clothesline that nearly takes his head off. Jenks is landing elbow after elbow into the face of Brown, who is knocked down to the mat in a sitting position. Jenks goes back to continuous knee strikes and yells out to the crowd who boo her. Baby reaches down and grabs Brown by the throat and brings him up to his feet and pulls him out of the corner and sends him to the ropes and drops Brown with a heart punch, Jenks goes for the pin and gets a two count out of it before Brown gets his shoulder up. Jenks locks in a cross arm breaker, Brown is in a lot of pain, but is not giving up, he looks over to the ropes and starts to reach out to them. The Shaw Brothers are standing in his vision and are mocking Brown trying to reach the bottom rope. Brown spits at the brothers and hits Freddie. Alexander hits the apron and has the referee’s attention and now Jenks releases the hold and is now choking Brown. Freddie jumps down and Baby reapplies the cross arm breaker before Nigel turns back around. Nigel goes back to asking Brown if he wants to quit.

Ace Anderson: Baby Jenks is getting more vicious with each outing that she is in.

Jerry Andrews: And it is made easy with these two fools out there with her.

Brown is fighting with the crowds cheers, Brown is up onto his feet and stomps the face of Jenks. Brown moves over to the corner, holding his arm. Freddie is up on the apron, near Brown and is punched back down to the floor. Alexander is up now and grabs Brown and pulls him out to the middle of the ring against the ropes. Jenks is up and comes running in and lands a hard elbow to the face of Alexander after Brown moved out of the way. Jenks is upset at what just happened and turns around and is wrapped up and flipped over into a northern lights suplex, but he couldn’t hold on to it as his arm is still hurting. Brown is up and hits the ropes and drops Jenks with a diving clothesline. He covers her for a two count before Jenks gets the shoulder up. Brown is up and brings Jenks with him and jumps on the ropes and comes off with a springboard bulldog. Jenks is in trouble and Brown is not letting up. He brings his opponent back up on her feet and then places her head inbetween his legs and wraps his arms around her waist and lifts her up onto his back, looking for a crucifix powerbomb, but The Shaw Brothers are up on the apron and grab a leg a piece and pull her out of it. Brown turns around and double clotheslines them down to the arena floor and he has apparently had enough of them and is starting to exit the ring, but Nigel holds him back.

Ace Anderson: Wow, Brown has no fear. He wants him some pieces of The Shaw Brothers.

Jerry Andrews: I don’t blame him, he has had to deal with those two all match long.

Brown has finally been convinced to completely back into the ring. Jenks has made her way to the corner and that is just what Brown wants as he comes sprinting in and lands a stinger splash, Baby comes stumbling out and is lifted and dropped with a samoan drop. Brown just lays over her and hooks the leg and gets a two count, before Jenks hooks his arms and turns him over in a crucifix and gets a quick two count of her own before Brown kicks out. Both are up and are ripe for the pickings, Brown swings wildly and Jenks ducks but locks in a full nelson and lifts up Brown and brings him crashing down to the mat with a slam. Jenks applies a claw hold to the stomach of Brown, who sits up from the pain and is laid back down with a straight headbutt and has to bring a shoulder up from a two count. Brown turns to his side to take some of the force of the hold off, but Jenks just puts a knee into the back of him, to add more pressure now. Brown reaches back at the head of Jenks and she takes the arm and applies an armbar. Brown sits up and is up on his knee, Jenks looks to spin into another cross arm breaker, but is lifted up onto Brown’s shoulders and Brown drops her down onto her feet in front of him and applies a waistlock and pulls her up and over with a german suplex and drives her onto the back of her neck and folds her up. Brown crawls over and covers her

...1!

...2!

Freddie pulls one of Jenks of leg out of the ring and the referee stops the count and starts to lay down the law to Freddie.

Jerry Andrews: C'MON REFEREE!!

Ace Anderson: Calm down there buddy, watch your blood pressure.

Brown rolls out of the ring and is now punching away at Freddie. Alexander comes in for a sneak attack, but ends up dropping Freddie over the guardrails with a double axe handle meant for Brown. The Real Thing hits a diving clothesline on Alexander and is down. Brown is full of energy as the crowd loves it as well. Brown slides into the ring and Jenks is waiting with a dropkick, that Brown side steps and watches her crash to the mat and drops an elbow of his own to the back of the neck of Jenks. Freddie has moved himself back to ringside and Jenks is down holding her neck. Alexander is making his way back up to his knees. Brown moves to the other side of the ring and is waiting for Baby to get up. Freddie makes his way over to Brown and grabs the leg of The Ring Thing. Brown pulls him up onto the apron and is starting to choke Freddie. Alexander enters the ring and is helping Jenks up to her feet. Alexander passes something to Baby and then exits the ring to the floor and makes a dash to his brother. Alexander is trying to pull Freddie down, Nigel is in the middle, trying to get Brown to release his choke hold. Jenks has recovered and places the past item to her, a solid pair of brass knuckles and lands a hard punch to the back of the head of Brown, who drops like a ton of bricks and sends Freddie down into his brother’s arms. Jenks tosses the brass knuckles out of the side and Alexander is quick to retrieve them as Jenks slowly rolls over the seemingly lifeless body of Brown and covers him:

...1!

...2!

...

...3!!!


DING DING DING DING!!!!

Winner: Baby Jenks via Pinfall

The Shaw Brothers join Baby Jenks in the ring as "Snake Song" by Isobel Campbell & Mark Lanegan begin to play. They help her up as she is catching her breath after the match.

Ace Anderson: Another victory for Baby Jenks

Jerry Andrews: There is nothing left I have to say about this.

Ace Anderson: What’s a matter with you?

Jerry Andrews: I’m sick and tired of seeing this stuff continuing on and on and on and on.

Ace Anderson: Maybe it's time for PCW's President to step in?

Jerry Andrews: Normally I'd argue, but I'm starting to think he might HAVE to...

Match Four
Singles Match
Alexa Black v. Jury
Referee: Manny Cruz

Ace Anderson: Next up, we have two of our more brutal competitors going against each other in a one-on-one match.

Jerry Andrews: Even without Underground rules, the fact that Jury and Alexa Black are in the ring at the same time has our medical team waiting with bated breath.

Ace Anderson: Rude!

Jerry Andrews: ... Wut?

Ace Anderson: You just said our medical staff has worm breath. That's just rude.

Jerry Andrews: No. Bated... *sigh* Never mind.

Ace Anderson: Why are you mad at me? You're the one being a dick.

Jerry Andrews: I'm not talking to you for at least five minutes.

Ace Anderson: Oh GAWD! Promise?

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.

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 profanity which has to be bleeped out. She sees a kid at ringside and rips up his sign with a laugh.

Cruz gives some last minute instructions as Jury and Black both get face to face. Black starts running her yapper, goading him to try something, anything. Jury just nods his head in defiance as he steps away ever so slightly. Just as the zebra calls for the bell, both wrestlers begins trading FISTICUFFS! Rights and lefts rain down on both ends of the melee. Cruz admonishes Jury and Black for the closed fists, but they ignore him and keep on hammering each other.

Finally, the Angry Amazon puts a boot to the midsection of the Artist Formerly Known as the Bear, doubling him over. She rushes the ropes, rebounding with a knee lift to the face. Jury plops to a knee, checking his face as Black gains some momentum from the opposite side of the ring. Jury stops her cold with a Lou Thesz press. Resting his immense weight on her chest, he grinds a forearm into her noggin in between punches. Cruz drops to check the shoulders, but the Black Widow manages to keep them aloft.

Jury peels his foe off the mat, whipping her into the turnbuckles. He hesitates for just a few seconds, before charging in, but it's enough time for Black to get put a boot in his face's path. Jury stiffens before falling backwards like a felled tree. Blacks scales the corner leaping off with a fist to the face. Black motions to the back, a sadistic smile on her face. "Snake Song," by Isobell Campbell and Mark Lanegan disrupts the atmosphere. Out comes Baby Jenks!

Jerry Andrews: Oh boy. This doesn't look good for Jury.

Ace Anderson: Has it been five minutes already?

Jenks strolls down to the ringside, but doesn't get involved beyond playing cheerleader for her sister. Black scoops up the mountain of a man, showing her strength with a military press into a jack knife slam. She hooks the leg!

...1!

...2!

… - And a half!

The Angry Amazon screams her frustration at the ref, but gathers her victim from the mat. She starts to whip Jury across the ring, but the big man puts on the brakes. She attempts again with the same result. As she goes for a third try, Jury pulls her into a short arm clothesline instead, practically turning the large woman upside down. Jenks slams the ring apron in anger, trying to inspire her sibling to get up.

Jury brings Black up and down with a thunderous sit-out power bomb. Jenks Begins taunting Jury, calling him a meathead, as well as a few more unsavory things that needed bleeping. Jury gives her the hairy eyeball, but otherwise keeps on point as he collects Black from the mat, draping her over his shoulder for a running power slam. Jury goes for the cover! Cruz drops to begin the count. Jenks grabs her sister's foot, draping it over the bottom rope and calling it to the ref's attention before the two count. It didn't go unnoticed by Jury.

He complains to the ref. Cruz turns his attention to Jenks, inquiring about the accusation. Indignant about the claims, she hops up on the ring apron to argue with the ref. With both the ref and Jury's back turned, Alexa sneaks up behind Jury, delivering a low blow! Jury closes his legs around her hand before the blow can hit home. Jury slowly turns his head as Jenks keeps the ref's attention, but Black takes a more direct approach with a straight punch to Jury's junk. Jury doubles over halfway, a pained look of rage on his face. Meanwhile, the zebra has had enough of the hi-Jenks, sending her packing to her mock protest.

Black's other hand still trapped between his legs, Jury angrily locks one of his big paws around the wrist of the offending limb, pulling Black to her feet in a fit of wide-eyed protest. Jury's eyes go black with hatred, a grimace of pure rage across his lips, as he brings her face to his. He spins her around, locking her arm behind her and picking her straight up.

Jerry Anderson: Killbane!

Ace Andrews: Another pin attempt! Nope! Only a two count

Jury gathers Black upright, whipping her to the ropes. Connecting with a spine buster, he quickly rights himself and takes Alexa with him. Cory pumps a fist in the air, slowly bringing it back down and into Black's ribcage. He evens out the damage with a matching blow to her left side. Jury unleashes a flurry of powerful blows to the Demented Diva's body.

Ace Anderson: Steel Hands are raining on Black's parade.

Jury lets out a primal scream as he lands the coup de grace, dropping black to the mat in a puddle. He hooks the far leg!

...1!

...2!

...3!

Winner: Jury via Pinfall

The schoolbell of "Heaven Knows" by The Pretty Reckless shrills over the arena, the rhythmic bass of the song stomping out of the loudspeakers. Jury steps between the ropes and makes his way towards the back, stoic and unconcerned about the injuries he’d sustained in the course of the match...

Ace Anderson: Oh my GOD!

Jerry Andrews: What the *beep* is she DOING?

...and then there’s Alexa Black.

A wild cry tears through the air as she goes tearing after Jury, steel chair in hand! Raising it over her head, she smashes it across Jury’s back! The crowd boos and jeers, their furor only raising as Baby Jenks comes rushing in from the back! She interposes herself between the two, shoving Alexa away with a single sharp word, whirling to face Jury! Jury and Jenks share a steely glare, Alexa coming up behind her, Baby Jenks speaking without turning around.

“NO, Alexa. He’s not on the List.”

Jury stares from one sister to the other, balling and releasing his fists for a moment before turning on his heel and stalking up the ramp. After a few tense moments, the Sisters Black follow.

Ace Anderson: Violent yet restrained. Baby Jenks gets more confusing the longer we see her competing!

Jerry Andrews: But Jury actually LISTENED to her? And what’s this list she keeps mentioning?

Ace Anderson: I don’t want to KNOW about the list. As for Jury? Maybe some kind of secret “Honor Among Career Criminals” code or something.

Jerry Andrews: Maybe he’s sweet on Baby Jenks!

Ace Anderson: Oh look! Time for the next match!

Match Five
Singles Match
Grimm vs Brenna Gordon*
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” 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.

Ace Anderson: And another newcomer gets fed to the lions.

Jerry Andrews: Grimm certainly has the reputation as a graveyard for PCW rookies but Brenna Gordon has shown more than a hint of great ability since her debut.

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.

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.

Jerry Andrews: In the second round of the Icemann Invitational. Impressive since her debut. Now comes the acid test.

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 down at her revered opponent with a carefully neutral expression, the dark-haired female coming to a stop to survey Grimm with unmoving neutrality.

'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.

Ace Anderson: Very few people in PCW history have been good enough to beat the feared Grimm. Brenna could be one of those or we could hear some snap, crackle and pop tonight!

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.

Referee Charles Lim checks on both competitors to see if they are ready and is met with equal nods of resolute affirmation. Lim signals for the bell and both competitors come out of their corners. Very deliberately Grimm makes his way to the middle of the ring and sets out his strategy: dictate the pace and hold his ground. Brenna seems happy enough (though you wouldn't know it by her face) to circle the four time World Champion and look for weaknesses as she would any other opponent.

Gordon is the first to act, shooting a quick kick to the knee but Grimm bats it away and goes for one of his own. The speed of the newcomer dodges the attack and, without a single hint of fear or hesitation, drives forward with devastating speed before latching onto Grimm's legs.

Ace Anderson: Absolutely no sign of intimidation from Gordon.

Jerry Andrews: I've been around Grimm for years and I'm intimidated by him every time.

Ace Anderson: You're intimidated by Buck Brochamp's jockstrap!

Jerry Andrews: Have you seen that thing? It's huge!

Brenna tries to trip Grimm but his defensive stance pays dividends and he lands a brutal elbow to the back of her head. He looks to put a sudden end to the match and drags Brenna into a Sleeper hold in set up for the signature Sleeper Neckbreaker.

Jerry Andrews: Lament Configuration already?!

...but Gordon drops out of the hold and picks Grimm's ankle, pulling him down to the mat and frantically trying to lock in a Knee Bar. Grimm struggles hard against the submission as Brenna Gordon tries to synch in the hold fully. Brenna yanks the knee and Grimm instinctively lashes out with a fierce kick straight to the face with his free leg.

Brenna is forced to release the hold and both competitors climb to their feet. Grimm has the momentum though and he immediately hits the ropes and rebounds into a strong shoulder block. The impact knocks Gordon to the mat but she's right back to her feet with the same lack of trepidation... and right back down with another shoulder block. Still Gordon jumps back to her feet and sees her opponent rebounding yet again.

Grimm charges up and throws a massive Lariat... but Gordon has this one scouted and leaps forward. The Lord of Misrule is caught completely off guard as Brenna grabs his outstretched arm, contorts him into a headlock and immediately twists, driving Grimm down with a sickening Corkscrew Neckbreaker.

Jerry Andrews: Crash The Shore! Grimm is out!

Without a moments hesitation Brenna hooks the leg, the PCW Faithful in shock as Grimm looks to be out for the count.

...1!

... - NO!

Grimm suddenly snaps out of his stupor and kicks out through pure instinct! Brenna rolls away from the cover to gather herself while Grimm looks visibly stunned on the mat.

Ace Anderson: Out at 1 but the Hangtown Horror is rocked!

Brenna sees the momentary uncharacteristic hesitation in Grimm and reacts with frightening speed, landing a shuddering basement dropkick straight to his chest. Reeling from the blow, Grimm is pulled off the mat as Gordon locks him up for an Exploder Suplex. The fight or flight reflex activates for Grimm and he reacts with a vicious, intuitive elbow to the back of Brenna's head. He follows it with two more before turning the hold back on his opponent and executing a Fisherman's Suplex of his own.

Instead of bridging for the pin, Phinehas rolls through the move and keeps hold of the hooked leg, transitioning straight from the suplex into a Single Leg Crab.

Jerry Andrews: The Lord of Misrule showing off his own technical chops now!

Ace Anderson: Not a submission expert by nature, but Grimm will do whatever is necessary to get that win.

Grimm sits back into the move to put more pressure on the knee and back of the PCW newcomer. Referee Charles Lim moves into position and asks Gordon for a submission but the resolute competitor sends him away. With the pain growing, Brenna frantically searches for the ropes and eventually manages to grab the bottom rung for a break. Grimm waiting until a solid four count before he finally breaks the move for maximum efficiency.

Not one to rest on his laurels, Phinehas Grimm attacks a recovering Brenna with a combo of thumping headbutts, knocking her back to the ropes. Whipping Gordon across the ring, Grimm drops his head, throwing Brenna over the top when she rebounds. The back body drop sends Brenna high into the air but the incredibly agile superstar adjusts in mid-air and lands on her feet behind Grimm. Before the former World Champion knows what is going on, Brenna hooks both his arms and him backwards with a powerful Tiger Suplex.

It's not enough to keep Grimm down though as he rolls through to lessen the impact. As both competitors get to their feet and turn to face each other, Grimm throws his head and connects with another inhuman headbutt. Brenna wavers for a second and looks like she is about to drop to the mat when she composes herself and throws a Rolling Heel Kick of her own that slams into Grimm's head. The Hangtown Horror loses his footing and stumbles back into the ropes, rebounding back straight into Gordon's arms before she hits a jarring Blizzard Suplex.

Ace Anderson: Normally we see newcomers leave on a stretcher when they get fed to Grimm but Brenna has him reeling!

Instead of going for the pin, Gordon's technical nature takes over and she mounts a prone Grimm, locking both of his arms and pulling back on his neck with a Camel Clutch. The submission manoeuvre looks to drain Grimm quickly and he realises this, first trying to twist free before finally devoting all his energy to releasing a single arm. He manages to wrestle his arm free and quickly jams it into the back of Brenna's knee, hurt already by his crab earlier. Gordon releases the hold and Grimm takes the chance to slide backwards through her legs and pick them out from under her, transferring her into a wheelbarrow position.

Jerry Andrews: Grimm has the Wheelbarrow, could it be...?

Ace Anderson: Foddershock!

Grimm lifts Gordon's body up before driving her down face first with a sickening Wheelbarrow Facebuster. The signature move hits hard and Grimm retreats across the ring with sinister thoughts in mind. He hunkers down and watches as Brenna Gordon struggles to her feet. The newcomer uses the ropes to regain her footing and turns, with Grimm taking his cue to pounce then. The Hangtown Horror throws himself forward and jumps into a headlock before twisting...

Jerry Andrews: Harvest!

Ace Anderson: Reversal!

As Grimm spins for the Tornado DDT, Brenna finds what leverage she can and throws him clear before he can drive her down with the finisher. Grimm lands face first on the mat and tries to recover but, before he can, Gordon throws herself into an agonising Triangle Choke!

Jerry Andrews: Grimm's in the centre of the ring with nowhere to go!

The revered legend tries to reach for the rope with his free arm but there is nothing but canvas within his reach. The crowd is on the edge of their collective seat as the end looks nigh for the most feared man in PCW history. Desperately he looks for a way out and improvises the only option he has... he throws himself forward and over Brenna's body, creating a Jackknife pinning predicament.

...1!

...2!

THR... - NO!

Brenna releases the hold in order to escape the pin at the last moment, but doing so leaves Grimm in the dominant position and he takes full advantage, pulling his own trademark Triangle Choke out of nowhere!

Ace Anderson: Winding Stair! Whatever Brenna can do, Grimm can do too...

Jerry Andrews: Don't you mean better?

Ace Anderson: He's got to make Brenna tap first!

Brenna is in the same position as her opponent was only moments before and is flailing around for a touch of the ropes. There is no salvation in sight as she remains in the dead centre of the ring, but still she fights and drags Grimm inch by inch toward a break. She stretches out her legs but still she's short by a foot. Grimm realises how close his opponent is getting to a release and synches the hold in tighter while twisting on the mat to drag Brenna away from the ropes.

With no alternative, Brenna pushes herself up as much as she can with Grimm's weight dragging her down. The technical newcomer attempts the very same reversal that her opponent attempted moments before, throwing her body forward into a pinning move... but Grimm anticipated it. Mid-transition, Grimm throws all of his weight to the side and drops Brenna to the mat with a sickening snap.

Charles Lim moves again to ask for a submission but Brenna makes a last gasp reach for the nearest rope and.... drops her hand to the mat. The toll of the Winding Stair is too much and she is forced to submit!

Winner: Grimm via Submission

Jerry Andrews: Grimm did it, Grimm wins with the Winding Stair, but what a fight from Brenna Gordon!

Ace Anderson: We've seen rookies taken out in the back of an ambulance several times at the hands of that man, but Brenna Gordon almost had the Lord of Misrule out for the count. One hell of a fight!

As Trauma returns, Rick Majors is seen making his way down to the ring. He's looking down at the floor mostly, only occasionally glancing up at the crowd.

Jerry Andrews: We were all pretty surprised to see Rick Majors on the last episode of Trauma. And, quite frankly, we're all pretty surprised to see him right now.

Ace Anderson: I don't think getting knocked out in the ring was exactly the way he pictured his return though.

Jerry Andrews: Are you sure about that?

Ace Anderson: Good point.

Majors enters the ring and paces around it a couple of times. He asks for a microphone and is given one. He continues to walk around nervously as he speaks.

Rick Majors: For those of you who don't know who I am, my name is Rick Majors. I competed in PCW a few years ago. Before that, I wrestled in organizations around the world, winning quite a few championships.

Majors pauses and he sits down in the corner, leaning his back against the bottom turnbuckle. He composes himself, looking more relaxed in the seated position.

Rick Majors: But none of that really matters right now. What I assume people are wondering about is why I'm here now and why, for God's sake, I decided to stick my nose into The Darkness' business.

Ace Anderson: That's exactly what we want to know!

Rick Majors: Well, the answer to that requires a little back story, so forgive me if I ramble on a bit. When I left PCW a few years ago, it was a bad time for me. I was an emotional wreck. I'd become quite dependent on alcohol and painkillers in order to live my daily life. And.... and... this is the first time I'm admitting this out loud to anyone - I tried to end it all.

Majors pauses once again. He needs another moment to compose himself. He stands up once more and continues pacing around the ring.

Rick Majors: Thankfully, my efforts were unsuccessful. I was found unconscious backstage by PCW staff and rushed to the hospital. Doctors were able to help me and I was transferred to a rehabilitation facility. I will forever be thankful to those who helped me and I'm happy to say that I'm no longer dependent on drugs and alcohol.

Some members of the crowd cheer.

Jerry Andrews: Well that's certainly good to hear.

Rick Majors: While I was away from the ring, I also started attending anger management classes in addition to physical rehab and drug rehab. I've always been an emotional person. I've never been good at hiding my true feelings. Unfortunately, throughout my life, I've had a tendency to lash out, both at others and at myself. This tendency has brought a lot of pain to myself and to those who cared about me.

Majors stops pacing now and he leans on the ropes, looking out at the crowd.

Rick Majors: And that brings me to why I'm back here in PCW and why I involved myself with The Darkness. It's because I see myself in them. I don't know Alexa Black or Baby Jenks or the Shaw Brothers personally, but I can see that they're obviously struggling with some emotional pain. Something has happened to each of them in their lives that causes them to lash out with violence and anger. I can understand these feelings because I've been there myself. I've felt intense anger and rage and believed that I needed to cause pain to others in order to make things right.

Majors walks into the center of the ring and he stops.

Rick Majors: That was the wrong way to go about things. No matter how much violence or chaos I caused, it never made me feel better. It didn't make the pain go away. And that's what I'm here to tell The Darkness. You can't heal yourself by hurting others. Trust me.

Majors starts pacing around the ring once again.

Rick Majors: Now why did I return under a hood with my face covered? That's quite simple. I know that, due to my history, people were unlikely to believe my words when I told them violence and rage aren't the way. So I hid my identity and I set out to act rather than speak. I hoped to show the members of The Darkness that their careers and their lives would be much, much better without the random violence and anger. And I hoped to prove myself through my actions, not my identity. The individuals who make up The Darkness all very talented competitors, but anger has blinded their focus. I mean, Alexa Black has the skill and the strength to be World Champion, but instead she focuses on hurting others, rather than helping herself. So....

Suddenly, Majors' speech is cut off by the arrival of The Darkness. The four competitors make their way down to the ring as Rick Majors looks on.

Jerry Andrews: Uh oh... this doesn't look good.

Ace Anderson: Maybe they're here to thanks Majors for his help.

Jerry Andrews: Look at the looks on their faces. I seriously doubt it.

All four members of The Darkness enter the ring. Rick Majors looks at them and raises the mic to his mouth.

Rick Majors: Wel...

Rick Majors doesn't even get one word more out as he's clocked in the head by Baby Jenks. He stumbles backwards, dropping the mic. He manages to compose himself, but Alexa Black charges at him, clotheslining him down to the mat. Majors rolls on the mat in pain. The Shaws pull him up and throw him into the corner. Alexa and Jenks approach him. He doesn't move or make any attempt to attack them or leave the ring.

Jerry Andrews: It almost looks like Rick Majors doesn't want to fight here tonight.

Ace Anderson: Well, I don't think he'll have much of a choice.

Ace Anderson is right. Baby Jenks connects with a big boot to the stomach which doubles Majors over. She then grabs him by the head and holds him in a headlock while Alexa unloads with a series of swift knees to the stomach. Jenks lets him go and Majors crumbles to the canvas. All four members now take turns laying the boots to the fallen competitor.

Jerry Andrews: This is too much. This is a four-on-one assault!

The Shaws grab Majors once again and they lift him up towards Baby Jenks, positioning him in a powerbomb position. Jenks then drives him down into the mat with assistance from the Shaws.

Ace Anderson: Triple powerbomb!

Jerry Andrews: That could have broken his Majors' back!

The four members of The Darkness look down at Rick Majors. They then silently turn and leave the ring.

Jerry Andrews: What the hell? WHAT THE HELL!? What’s even HAPPENING here tonight?

Ace Anderson: *watching with open concern as med techs remove Majors from the ring* Pace yourself, Jerry. We haven’t even hit the Last Chance Battle Royal yet!

Match Six
Icemann Invitational Tournament
Singles Match
Nathan Saniti vs. Non Compos Mentis (North American ©)
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: You know… Nathan’s really been unstoppable lately.

Ace Anderson: He’s been stopped here and there, but you’re right. He’s proving himself to be one of the more formidable forces PCW has ever SEEN.

Jerry Andrews: No small thing, coming from one of PCW’s legendary Hall of Famers.

Ace Anderson: Suck up.

Jerry Andrews: Nah, just campaigning for a nicer Christmas card from you this year.

Ace Anderson: The card was just fine!

Jerry Andrews: IT HAD ZOMBIE RUDOLPH EATING SANTA CLAUS ON IT.

Suddenly the lights go down, followed by the screech of the PA system being wrenched into action with heavily synthesized tones. The Tron stutters through black and white images of urban decay, throwing weird shadows across the crowd. The repetitive tones last for ten seconds until more join them into a strict beat and letters begin to emerge from the chaos on the big screen…

“N… C… M”

… And the arena erupts with the heavily synthesized tones and hard bass of ‘Through This Pain (You Heal)’ by Faderhead, combined with a shock of intense white strobe lights that punctuate the darkness. As the beat continues, a single spotlight shines into the crowd and finds Non Compos Mentis himself in the stands! Over the roar of the PCW fans the vocals kick in, and the ‘Born Psycho’ walks intensely through the crowd toward the ring.

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

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

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

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

Slowly he climbs onto the apron and steps through the ropes into the ring. As the vocals of Faderhead climax the PA system shuts off with a jarring immediacy and the lights return to normal, leaving only the sound of the PCW Faithful. Mentis removes his jacket and throws it into his corner, then readies himself for the match.

Ed Lane steps forward to give his charges their initial instructions, NCM giving a brusque nod while Nathan deftly adjusts the ruffled cuffs of his tailored (and blinding lime green) silk shirt. Satisfied, Lane steps back and signals for the bell - and the match is on!

NCM and Saniti take off at a run towards each other, locking it up in the center of the ring! NCM gets Nathan in an armbar, Saniti reversing and jacking the angle up, spinning around in a flourish and irish whipping Mentis into the ropes! NCM rebounds off the ropes and goes sprinting across the ring to Nathan, charging forward with a NASTY looking spear! The men go down in a violent heap of tangled limbs, Nathan extricating himself first to hop up and begin raining mounted punches down on NCM’s face! NCM blocks most of the strikes, drawing his arms back and BLASTING Nathan in the sternum with a double palm strike! Nathan lands about eight feet away, hauling himself to his feet as NCM does the same.

As with the previous show, an interruption stops the match. Both NCM and Nathan finish picking themselves up, and by seeming unspoken mutual agreement pause to see what the hell is going on as the house lights dim as static noise assaults the senses. A video plays on the tron, and its image is in desperate need of enhancement. It looks grainy and like a worn VHS circa 1980's. What can be made out is a row of eight candles providing a break in the darkness. Suddenly, the voice of a little girl begins to sing:

(un)Happy Birthday to you...

Two figures show themselves as they each pick up one of the white candles. On the left appears to be a woman dressed as what can only be described as a zombie version of Sleeping Beauty's Princess Aurora. To her right is a male sporting a masked take on Pluto the Dog. The eyes are crazed and wide. The mouth is enlongated with teeth clenched in a rabid grin. And around the neck is a spiked, red, dog collar.

(un)Happy Birthday to you...

As they move aside, another pair emerges in the candlelight. A woman with fire red hair that clashes with crusty, blue-grey skin stands to the center. Her take on Ariel includes facial wounds that appear to have been made by claws or hooks. Aqua eyes gaze over sullen eyelids. Blood red lips offer a burst of color amongst her rotting features. Flanking her, is another masked man continuing the groups horror slant on Disney characters. This one is Goofy. Around the forehead and eyes is bone peeking through ripped flesh. The jaw looks unhinged and the ears gnawed.

(un)Happy Birthday, Nathan Saniti…

A third combination enters with both holding a candle. One needs no introduction: It's the creepy Snow White. Joining her side is someone putting a lifeless spin on a Donald Duck mask. The sailor hat is black instead of blue. Pale blue eyes stare a hole through hollowed sockets. The orange bill is speckled with blood droplets and curved to appear as an evil smile.

We're here and coming to get…

As the source of light gets dimmer, the final two of this grotesque parade step forth. The woman dressed as Minnie Mouse, has switched red for black. Around her left eye and mouth is skeletal and gruesome. With her is a male sporting a sewn together, blood splattered (and dirty) skull mask with the famous Mickey Mouse ears. What little of his attire that can be made out, follows the pattern of his mates: A disturbing interpretation of famous Disney characters. All eight slowly form a circle, as one by one they blow out the candles.

The vocalist only has one word of warning left to end with:

Ace Anderson: What in the actual F-*beep*!?

Jerry Andrews: I… I really don’t know. But I think I need an adult.

Ace Anderson: You ARE an adult.

Jerry Andrews: I need an adultier adult. Hold me, Ace?

Ace Anderson: *deadpan* It’s okay, Jerry. I’m here.

NCM blinks once, tilting his head at Nathan who responds with a helpless shrug. A nod from NCM, and the match resumes! The two men circle each other for a few moments, obviously searching for some kind of weakness. NCM rushes in with a few heavy fists, Nathan dodging the blows with preternatural (if colorfully flamboyant) skill, but the last one hits its mark! Nathan staggers back, NCM advancing forward and following it up with a Big Boot straight to the chest - following him across the ring as Nathan stumbles anew!

Jerry Andrews: Yikes, looks like Nathan is taking some extra punishment tonight on his torso.

Ace Anderson: Center mass, man. It’s a good way to really screw with someone’s ability to move around.

Jerry Andrews: Plus, you know, broken ribs are a thing.

Ace Anderson: *long suffering sigh* Better than a broken neck.

Nathan backs into the corner with NCM continuing to unload on him with direct strikes, pausing just long enough to drive his knee into Nathan’s midsection, doubling him over, following it up by grabbing a fistful of his wild orange hair and hits him with a DDT! NCM presses the advantage, laying a vicious elbow drop into Nathan’s sternum, working the weakened zone! Pulling Nathan up again, NCM aggressively backs him towards the corner with a hammering flurry of strikes. Saniti angles in with a stiff forearm to Nathan’s neck, then a knee to the stomach, then another forearm to the face! Hauling Saniti out of the corner, NCM lines himself up with his staggered opponent and drops him with a short-arm clothesline!

Jerry Andrews: OUCH!

Ace Anderson: Looks like Nathan might be going DOWN.

Jerry Andrews: You know, Kelli might not -

Ace Anderson: I wouldn’t go there. I really wouldn’t.

Nathan Saniti pulls NCM up to his feet. NCM responds quickly by driving his elbow into Saniti’s midsection. He then gets to his feet and he clotheslines Nathan down to the mat, pulling him up then setting him up - but Nathan breaks free of NCM’s grip. He throws a right hand, but NCM blocks it, wrenching the offending limp! With a yowl, Nathan twists and he breaks free from the hold, rushing forward as two men lock up once again! Nathan goes for a suplex, but NCM blocks it and reverses, attempting a suplex of his own - but this time Saniti blocks it! Nathan gets his leg behind NCM’s and he sweeps him down to the mat, following it up with a knee drop, but NCM rolls out of the way! NCM pulls Nathan up, but Saniti hits him with a nasty chinbreaker, NCM staggering back towards the ropes! Nathan is in hot pursuit, launching himself forwards in a dropkick just as NCM bounces off the ropes! Nathan’s feet smash into NCM’s chest, the men going down in a pile of crunchy human for the second time of the night! Nathan claws his way free, NCM just barely stirring as Saniti draps an exhausted arm over the man as Lane moves in for the count.

...1!

...2!

…

...3!!!

Winner: Nathan Saniti via Pinfall

”Defector,” by Muse plays out over the crowd as NCM steps through the ropes and trudges back up the ramp, shaking off the attentions of med techs as he goes. Nathan moves to retrieve his hat, slewing about as his music is replaced by static - punctuated with eerie giggles and high pitched voices blurting out distorted, unintelligible words!

It's as if the match being over was a cue, because in the moments following, the arena goes into the weekly power outage. Light is restored relatively quickly by the dim, widespread red-orange glow of flickering lights. Suddenly from under every side of the ring, emerge the eight individuals who were seen in the threatening pre-match video. They pull themselves up onto the apron and stare down the magical madman. The "Mickey Mouse" dressed leader gives a nod, as all eight jump inside to pounce with lightning speed.

From fists to feet, elbows and knees all violently strike with purpose. The loud boos and cries of concern fall on deaf ears during the gang attack. The leader motions for someone to bring him a chair. The previously seen "Snow White" is happy to oblige, returning with a gleeful smile as she passes the weapon off. Reaching back, the mouse eared leader swings for the fences with a sickening crack into Saniti's face. This continues seven more times with EVERY member getting a turn to target his face, head and neck.

Discarding the dented and near broken steel, the group back up and survey their handiwork. Laughter and malicious grins permeate amongst the group. Again, the leader makes a motion for something. Before long a wooden cross is lowered into the ring until it lays flat. The limp body of Nathan Saniti is dragged over and placed on the structure. It doesn't take long for the faithful to figure out what's next.

As before, each member gets a turn to hammer a thick nail through the hands and feet of Saniti, with two in each spot. To muffle any audible yells, a black apple has been stuffed into his mouth.

The crucified Saniti is lifted partially in the air, while his hat, coat and broken wood particles are bundled underneath. A cue to cut the lights is demanded and granted. Horrified fans are left to imagine why this is happening and cling to hope that the worst has passed. Eight candles soon shine in the squared circle, providing a glimpse of the evil circling around their display.

"ASHES TO ASHES" is chanted while the entire group lowers their candles into the pit, sending it up in flames. Pleased with themselves and the message sent, they file out of the ring without remorse and walk trance like past the rush of backstage officials - led by an enraged, panicked Kelli Starr!

Jerry Andrews: I can’t even… they really… what the…

Ace Anderson: How did they even get IN!? Did security somehow NOT notice the super creepy cartoons?!

Jerry Andrews: I dunno, but I hope Nathan’s going to be okay.

Ace Anderson: Nathan will be fine, you should be more worried about what he’s gonna do to THEM!

Jerry Andrews: To be honest, I’d be more scared of Kelli than Nathan right about now. I’ve never SEEN her like this!

Med techs can be seen arguing over how best to handle the situation, eventually deciding to move Nathan backstage ON the cross. Like pallbearers of the living, two EMT’s and Kelli gingerly scoot the wooden cross to the edge of the ring, gradually feeding it out onto the willing shoulders of several more med techs. Starr keeps a hand on the cross, a still senseless Nathan ominously still as they begin to walk him up the ramp, the feed cutting to commercial.

LAST CHANCE BATTLE ROYAL

Icemann Invitational Tournament

_{Referee: Joe Buckland}

Jerry Andrews: Well Ace, it’s been a wild ride in this year’s Icemann Invitational. 7 spots have been filled. One spot remains. Enter ... The Last Chance Battle Royal.

Ace Anderson: It’s like a mini-Deadly Rumble, Jerry. There are only a few slight differences, for those not initiated. Everyone starts out in the ring in the beginning. There is none of this every few seconds nonsense; it starts from the word GO. Over the top and you’re out. Last person standing moves on in the tournament. Everyone else? Good luck next year, sayonara, auf wiedersehen, HIT THE BRICKS. Simple and to the point.

Jerry Andrews: Couldn’t have said it any better, Ace.

Ace Anderson: That’s why *I* said it.

Jerry Andrews: Well uh ... you explained it really quick. We have thirty seconds of hype time before the match starts.

Ace Anderson: ...

Jerry Andrews: ...

Ace Anderson: ... hm.

Jerry Andrews: Expert analysis?

Ace Anderson: Stay away from the ropes? I don’t know. Jesus, you have common sense don’t you? Wait. No. Don’t answer that. Let’s go to the ring, can we do that yet?

Jerry Andrews: This has become awkward and uncomfortable, LET’S!

We’re down at the ring, which is surprisingly empty.

Jerry Andrews: Uhm. I mean, I know there’s not AS many people in the Rumble compared to past years but ... really?

The lights go down as the PCWTron comes to life with

#Damnnation

The opening of Keep Yourself Alive II by Daisuke Ishiwatari starts blaring out of the Speakers as the phrase “NO ONE CAN STOP ME!” appears on the big screen. The song and the message fades out as the sound of a radio tuning into the chorus of Hypest Hype by Chase and Status. This one is accompanied by the message “I’VE BEEN DOWN SO GOD DAMN LONG” on the ‘Tron as a couple of spotlights start to pass over the crowd. Once again the radio starts tuning to the next song, this time into the chorus of Are You Not Entertained by Dot Rotten. This time the message on the screen reads “IF MY ATTITUDE SUCKS AM I MEANT TO CHANGE” When these fade out and the radio tunes one more time, there’s a moment of silence before

You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make it drink.

You can lead your lambs to slaughter if its what the shepherd thinks.

An explosion of pyro goes off as the chorus of Damn Nation by Lower Than Atlantis plays out. The pyro was a trigger for all the lights to come up and there, standing right in the center of the PCW ring is bucket hat wearing Andy D himself soaking up the reaction from the crowd. As the song fades out he takes off his hat and throws it onto a turnbuckle post and awaits the other competitors to enter.

Jerry Andrews: OH MY F***ING GOD! IT’S ANDY D!

Ace Anderson: ... wow. Just WOW. LISTEN to the ovation of the PCW Faithful! I think this just put every other competitor in the Last Chance Battle Royal on notice, it looks like Andy D wanted to make his triumphant return to PCW without being lost in the chaos and man ... what a way to do it.

Jerry Andrews: That very well might be the story of the night! And Ace ... do you think he ...

Ace Anderson: I will say this, Jerry. ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE. But what a story that would be, eh?

The crowd is absolutely electrified, Andy D has returned to the Pure Class Arena and what a start to the match that HASN’T EVEN STARTED YET. Going to be tough to follow that, but we have to move on somehow. And let’s face it: it’s still the same for every single superstar to enter. All that matters is winning; there’s just one more body to be thrown over the top rope.

Jerry Andrews: Fans, we’ve got one last commercial break to take and then ... the Last Chance Battle Royal begins!

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaand we’re back!

The ring looks to be filled with a good mix of superstars now. A debuting Chris Parsons. Relative newcomers, Camron Creed and Dontevius Ellis. Buck Brochamp. PCW veterans in Crazy Boy. Michael Wryght. Q. Andy D. The referees milling about on the outside, they wait and look to see if any other entrants are making their way to the ring. No one else seeming to be coming, the referees confer with the timekeeper and the match is ... what’s this?

Buck Brochamp, front and center in the middle of the ring. He’s somehow smuggled a microphone into the fray and has everyone on notice as he starts running down each and every person in the ring AND in attendance.

‘Brah! Teh Brochamp. Dealing with these n00bs. Why was I written into this mess? Didn’t have time to look it up on the forums. Been poundin’ too many brewskis, hitting on some fine ass whoooooooores. None of u can carry my jock strap it’s too heavy. U might as wel give me the World Belt. And another thing .... ‘

SQUARK!

The microphone looks to have been cut off, or at least severely disabled as every few words there is a dead space of about 5 seconds. Brochamp looks at the mic and the crowd, slapping the top and complaining about shitty equipment. The crowd is annoyed at the man’s shenanigans, not even heat. Just pure apathy. Get the match started, for christ’s ...

... sakes.

The crowd goes dead silent. So quiet, you can hear the collective heartbeats of all in attendance. There’s not a single iota of movement, save for the swivel of every single head towards the entrance way. Even Jerry Andrews and Ace Anderson are as quiet as the grave. There’s no fancy music package, there’s no video, no fancy lights.

Clad in jeans and a black duster, that familiar metal mask ... the now iconic visage demonic and horrible and all too familiar. Drinking in every last moment as he walks towards the ring, the giant’s gaze never wavers. Never deviates from directly in front of him. The only thing on his mind is evident to all who witness: The Last Chance Battle Royal.

As he pulls himself up onto the apron and enters the ring over the top rope, he walks straight towards the center of the ring and comes eye to eye ... chest to chest with Buck Brochamp. The ‘Champ looks slightly stunned, but only for a second as this is a new person and new information must be gleaned before ...

‘Who the eff are u brah? You look liek a -- ‘ DING DING DING!

The bell rings.

The Last Chance Battle Royal has begun.

And Buck Brochamp has made the mistake of remaining within arm’s reach of MURDOC.

Brochamp is running Murdoc up one side and down the other, talking all SORTS of smack with the rest of the superstars just staring. Watching it unfold, like a drum of gasoline just waiting to find its’ spark. The ‘Champ gesticulating wildly, his meaty index finger finds itself landing on Murdoc’s broad chest and boom goes the dynamite. Murdoc raises a hand and clasps tightly to Buck’s throat ... forcing him backwards towards the ropes with such velocity that Brochamp is forced over the top rope to the floor.

Buck Brochamp has been eliminated!

... the crowd erupts from its’ dazed silence as the Last Chance Battle Royal starts with a Bang! And instantly, Dontevius Ellis, Camron Creed and Chris Parsons descend upon Murdoc, unfamiliar and uncaring of the Hall of Famer’s track record. Anyone WITH that knowledge stays well clear of the Beast until absolutely necessary. Showtime and Andy D are battling it out while Crazy Boy and Q are scuffling on the mat. Crazy Boy has Q mounted and is raining down thunderous blows upon the Single Letter Superstar’s head.

Andy D gets the upper hand on Showtime, pummeling him into a seated position in the corner before moving to Creed and Ellis ... managing to peel Chris Parsons away from the fray, leaving Ellis and Creed to work Murdoc over in the center of the ring. Crazy Boy lifting Q from the mat, he whips him across the ring and snaps off a beautiful powerslam. Lifting from Q’s prone body, Showtime is there with a basement dropkick that catches the Crazy One flush on the chin.

Jerry Andrews: It’s straight up pandemonium in there, Ace. I - I can’t even make heads or tails of what’s happening!

Ace Anderson: I do know that Crazy Boy just caught a pair of size sixteens to the mush.

Showtime using the momentum from the dropkick to his own benefit, he stays low to the mat as he slithers under the bottom rope to the apron, catching a breather! Clever, clever man Michael Wryght. Let the others do the dirty work for him, like a true politico. Andy D going after Q, he takes a running start with Q ‘s hair and suit clenched firmly in his hands and only stopping as he tosses Q over the top rope. Q holds on for dear life, narrowly avoiding being eliminated from the match ... that is until Camron Creed comes along with a huge spear through the top and middle ropes.

Q’s body forced violently from the ropes, he hits the floor and falls into the ringside barricade with a THUD.

Q has been eliminated!

Creed incredibly pleased with himself, he’s feeling the momentum as he’s knocked off a veteran competitor on his way to the finish line. Murdoc draped over the ropes across the ring, Camron is quick to move on to Chris Parsons. Murdoc dodging a bullet with his name on it, he’s left to catch his breath as the new blood take turns fighting for bragging rights and accolades. Andy and Crazy Boy trading blows, it’s Murdoc who rushes both Chris Parsons and Camron Creed ... upending them in an act of desperation and tossing them out over the top rope!

Chris Parsons has been eliminated!

Creed holding on like grim death, he slides back in underneath the bottom rope and takes a moment to compose himself from the sudden realization that he was very nearly taken from his Last Chance of the Icemann Invitational. Dontevius taking off after Murdoc again, unrelenting and not letting the big man out of his sight ... he’ll be damned if he lets Murdoc catch his breath. Creed getting back into the thick of things, he(wisely) moves away from Dontevius and Murdoc, preferring to interject himself into the other fracas of Crazy Boy and Andy D.

Creed taking over for Andy, he’s going hog wild on Crazy Boy ... peppering the veteran with stiff right hands. Andy watches the fight with bemused interest for all of two seconds. Crazy Boy fires back at Creed with punches of his own, even including Andy in the wild barrage of shots. Crazy Boy going absolutely banana sandwich on the pair, he’s building a huge head of steam as he backs himself against the ropes and goes for the double clothesline but Andy and Creed use the opportunity to double clothesline Crazy Boy over the top rope and to the floor below.

Crazy Boy has been eliminated!

As Andy D and Creed look at each other suspiciously, they look over to Dontevius who is keeping the Beast at bay across the ring ... trying his best to push the man over the top. Murdoc holding on for dear life, his 6‘6“ frame unfortunately not so easily manipulated. Creed rushing over to Dontevius and Murdoc, he throws a stiff shot to Ellis’ ribs ... allowing Murdoc to put both feet back on the mat. Andy D ... facepalms. Dontevius battling with Creed, Andy keeps half an eye on Murdoc as he rushes the two newcomers ... hopping onto the middle rope and hooking their heads. Revolving both men beneath him, it appears to be the set up for a double DDT.

Appears to be, anyways. Creed and Dontevius remaining on their feet, they spin a full 360 and proceed to shrug Andy D off and over the top rope. Andy barely latching a hand onto the top strand, he lands on the apron with only inches to spare. Creed going for a haymaker, Andy ducks the shot ... avoiding impact and throwing Creed off his balance enough for Dontevius to hoist Creed over the top rope and to the floor below.

Camron Creed has been eliminated!

As Andy fights tooth and nail with Dontevius to return to the safety of the ring, he pushes Ellis back to create space ... just enough space for Murdoc to land a vicious Big Boot to the mush ... literally forcing Andy D straight back off the apron and down onto the floor.

Andy D has been eliminated!

The crowd is mixed in their reaction, one of the favorites to win the match falling victim to the equivalent of poor timing and a little bit of bad luck. Dontevius narrowly missing the wrath of the Beast in this particular moment, he turns to look at Murdoc who backs away from Ellis and goes to the far strand of ropes. Eyeballing the man quietly, it’s ... Michael Wryght from behind?!

Pulling Murdoc by the shoulders over the top rope as he climbs onto the apron, Murdoc tumbles backwards and lands on the apron right beside Wryght.

Jerry Andrews: Uh ... oh.

Ace Anderson: The element of surprise has been lost!

Jerry Andrews: And Murdoc isn’t happy about it at ALL.

Several stiff shots from Murdoc later, Wryght is struggling to hang on to the ropes as Murdoc moves in for the kill. Rearing back with his infamous knockout punch, Dontevius Ellis rushes the pair ... just as Murdoc fires off that vicious right hand. Ellis cracked in the side of the head, his legs go wobbly and his body limp as both Murdoc and Wryght hoist the main from under the arms and over the top rope to the arena floor!

Dontevius Ellis has been eliminated!

The situation still precarious, Wryght crams himself back through the ropes to the safe zone, Murdoc battling on the apron and both men giving it all they've got in these final moments! It’s too close to call, the crowd reeling at the back and forth but it looks like Wryght is getting the upper hand. Murdoc has been beaten and neutralized the entire match whereas Wryght has been lying in wait for his moment. He’s the fresher man and it’s showing right now. Murdoc hanging on the top rope by a single meaty paw, Wryght goes for the kill shot and ... FLASH!

A brilliant light flashing upon impact, Wryght clutching his eyes as Murdoc grabs a fistful of hair and hauls Showtime over the top rope to the floor with a final act of desperation!

Michael Wryght has been eliminated!

The crowd is raucous as the bell rings, Joe Buckland entering the ring to declare Murdoc the winner while a second official rushes ringside to check on the status of Michael Wryght.

Jerry Andrews: Murdoc has done it! Murdoc has won the Last Chance Battle Royal!

Ace Anderson: Our President just got charbroiled by that overgrown bastard, someone do something! That should be ILLEGAL, Jerry! I’m going to go check on him ...

Jerry Andrews: Fans, we’re all out of time for tonight! For Ace Anderson, I’m Jerry Andrews .... good night!

The feed fades into nothingness with Murdoc standing tall in the middle of the ring, triumphant in his return to the Pure Class Arena and claiming the final spot in the Icemann Invitational!

-CLICK-

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THANK YOU SO MUCH, EVERYONE! Tons of great work went into your RP’s, and the creative team has done their best to bring you a show worthy of your efforts! A MASSIVE thank you to my mule team - you guys rock and I couldn’t do this without you!

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TL;DR Win/Loss Cheat Sheet Coming Soon

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