Trauma 192 Results!

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Thursday May 12th, 2016

The cameras pan out crazily over the crowd, catching sight of the good, the bad - and hoboy the ugly - here and there as the in-house crowd for the LAST Trauma before Living a Legacy VIII fires up for the show!

Jerry Andrews: Good EVENING, everyone, I’m Jerry Andrews and this is my co-host Ace Anderson - and welcome to Trauma one-nine-two!

Ace Anderson: That’s right folks we’ve got an action packed evening planned, and knowing this place a whole lot more action packed where we didn’t expect it.

Jerry Andrew: Phrasing.

Ace Anderson: ANYWAY, without further adieu, let’s head into the first match of the night!

Match One

Four Corners Match

“All Day” Dontevius Ellis vs Gabriel Hawn vs Razor Blade vs “The Nightmare” Chris Parsons

Referee: Ty Little Jr

Jerry Andrew: *hand to earpiece* Just a minute, Ace.

Ace Anderson: *waits almost patiently*

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen I - I almost don’t believe this, but… we’ve gotten word of a last minute legal issue with talent Gabriel Hawn!

Ace Anderson: Are you serious? ALREADY? Hell, even Whitey Ford waited a few weeks before getting his first public citation…

Jerry Andrews: Wait, the nudity one? Wasn’t there a disorderly conduct one before that?

Ace Anderson: No… that was… wait....

Match One

Triple Threat Match

“All Day” Dontevius Ellis vs Razor Blade vs “The Nightmare” Chris Parsons

Referee: Ty Little Jr

Fireworks erupt from all angles of the stage, bringing a huge pop from the crowd…the PCW logo stands alone center screen. It begins spinning in random directions as a melodic back and forth of electric guitar and a coy “Guess who’s back?” herald the arrival of a true original.

A second roar bursts forth from the men of the audience as train of gorgeous women, known only by the letter of the word ‘SECURITY!’ each wears on their behind…Parsons’ personal ‘security team’…parades out from the backstage area and on to the stage.

Each dressed in their black bikini tops and leather pants. S-E-C-U-R-I-T-Y and ! are all present and accounted for and begin dancing, much to the delight of the crowd.

“I used to be broke, confused, no joke
Got used, smoked dope, paid dues
Refused to give up quick
Now there's 10 million motherfuckers on my dick

So what, say how, say who
Fuck what, fuck me, fuck you
Come clean, you know I will
Drink a fifth of Jim Beam and still stand still

I'm the illest fool
Cooler than the water in a swimmin' pool
Fly like a seagull, kickin' like a mule
More jams than a beetle from Liverpool, I deliver fool

Now, who the fuck are you?
I'm Kid motherfuckin' Rock from the old school

Got more money, than Matchbox 20
Get more ass than Mark McGrath

They say I'm cocky and I say, "What?"
It ain't braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up

They say I'm cocky and I say, "What?"
It ain't braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up.”

As the title word from ‘Cocky’ by Kid Rock is played through the arena…the spinning PCW logo stops and is burst through by a bright yellow graphic like one might see in cheesy late night infomercials; “Now Powered by Wrestling’s Viagra!” before Transitioning to the name of ‘Wrestling’s Viagra (Patent Pending)’ himself…”The Nightmare” Chris Parsons.

Parsons walks through the curtain with the swagger of a man who is constantly surrounded by nine beautiful women and basks in the cheers and boos of PCW’s fans equally.

Regardless if fans love him or hate him, Parsons entertains as he walks to the ring, posing for pictures with his security team, signing autographs for hotties at ringside, psyching out kids wearing other wrestler’s merchandise, threatening to backhand the dentures out of Grandma’s head, ect…the only one seeming to have more fun than the crowd is Parsons himself.

Reaching the ring, the ‘Security team’ does a ‘sweep’ of the ringside area. Which in reality, is closer to a group of gorgeous women bending over while pretending to look for various ‘security threats’, than anything resembling the work of an actual security team.

Breaking into their ‘positions’; “S” and “E” lock hands, while “C”, “U”, “R” and “I” sit on the middle ropes and “T”, “Y” and '!' await him in the ring. “S” and “E” give Parsons an unnecessary boost up to the ring apron so he may step through the parted second and third ropes with ease.

Upon entering the ring, he raises his arms for the fans as “T”, “Y” and '!' flank him as his arms lower. Allowing his whole team to enter the ring, Parsons poses in the corner closest to the entrance way, soaking in the cheers, the boos, all of it...before laughing and falling backward into the arms of his waiting security force.

Jerry Andrews: Greatest entrance in wrestling.

Ace Anderson: I know we argue a lot, but - no. Longest? Only since Tha Joka left. The most ridiculous? … well, maybe, but only because Nathan stopped with the bunnies…

Jerry Andrews: You’re no fun at all, you know that?

Ace Anderson: Hey man, that’s not what your Mom said.

“The Truth Reigns” hits the speakers and Razor Blade heads to the ring, high fiving fans and hopping over the crowd barricade. He stares grimly at The nightmare before he gets into the ring.

Jerry Andrews: This powerhouse of a new arrival, we’ll see how he does tonight against these two. Stiff competition for all three!

Ace Anderson: What, no commentary on his entrance?

Jerry Andrews: Not enough pageantry.

The arena lights slowly dim to black. White lights shine up from either side of the stage as "I'm So Epic" by Stevie Stone plays through the arena speakers.

I'm in a league of my own.
Don't need a crown or a throne.

"All Day" Dontevius Ellis steps out onto the ramp and between the white lights. He's wearing a white robe with a black tank-top on underneath while sporting a pair of light blue mesh shorts and a pair of high-top Nike shoes.

They say that I'm so epic.
One of a kind.

Ellis closes his eyes, leans his head back and lifts his arms out wide dropping the robe.

They say I'm so epic.
Do you hear that?

He drops his arms and faces forward as the lights return to normal. He proceeds down the ramp toward the ring. The crowd gives a mixed reaction as he gazes out at them on his way to the ring. He rolls into the ring and hops to his feet quickly before making his way to the corner of the ring. He hops up onto the middle ropes and looks out to the crowd. He then holds his arms out wide once more, inciting cheers and boos from the crowd. He hops down and cracks his knuckles in preparation for his upcoming match.

Ace Anderson: And here comes “All Day”, and you know he’s going to push the pace tonight.

The opening bell rings and the three men circle each other, looking for an opening. Dontevius Ellis is a ball of energy, hinting at jumping in a few times. Chris Parsons seems amused by the whole thing, grinning a little and waiting for someone to make a mistake. Razor Blade is grim and serious and it’s him who jumps first. He goes flying at Ellis and swings a big right hand, only for “All Day” to duck underneath him and start throwing short forearm blows to the faces of the other man. He whips him across the ring and Chris Parsons looks to take advantage with a big clothesline. Blade is too fast though, ducking his head and flying underneath the shot. He blasts into the opposite side ropes and comes back at Parsons with another big punch. But this time Parsons ducks and when he goes flying toward Ellis, the other man takes a step to the side and grabs Blade by the back of the head. He tosses him through the ropes and sends him flying to the floor!

Ace Anderson: That right there is a natural athlete! Some incredible footspeed shown by Dontevius Ellis!

Jerry Andrews: You’re probably not going to match power with Razor Blade. Great first step by - Oh and Chris Parsons takes advantage!

Indeed, while Ellis is trash talking the man he’s thrown to the floor The Nightmare casually steps in and throws a quick jab to the eye. “All Day” shouts in pain and holds a hand over his eye as Parsons grins and shrugs to the crowd, drawing a pretty equal mix of cheers and jeers from the crowd. He drops a shoulder and pushes Ellis across the ring into the corner with a big shoulder black. When Ellis comes back towards him, naturally, he takes advantage to get his arm underneath his opponents shoulders and take him over to the mat with a huge seoi nage! The judo throw is a shocking visual spectacle, drawing a gasp from the crowd as he goes for the first cover of the match!

Ace Anderson: What a perfect demonstration of the varied skills of Chris Parsons! One second he’s a brawler, going right for your eyes and then a moment later he’s hitting you with those fantastic judo throws!

Jerry Andrews: Tremendous!

He goes to climb on top of Ellis and start raining punches down but Ellis squirms backward as fast as he can. He gets his back into the corner and starts climbing to his feet only for Parsons to come charging in after him. Ellis pops up and grabs his opponent by the front of his gear, falling backward and throwing him facefirst into the buckle! A staggered Parsons stumbles back holding his nose. Ellis hops up to his feet and dashes across the ring to clothesline him over the top to the floor! He spots an opening and runs the ropes again, springing off the second rope in the corner and front flipping out to the floor to drop Parsons! He gets to his feet, only to get nearly decapitated with a charging european uppercut from Razor Blade!

Ace Anderson: What a shot!

Jerry Andrews: And that, rookie wrestlers, is why we never let our guard down

Razor Blade turns and his eyes narrow, spotting an opportunity to take Parsons out as he starts to get to his feet. He grabs him and goes to toss him into the post, only for Parsons to reverse his momentum and instead throw him headfirst into the post! Blade is down as Parsons heads over to pick Ellis up and roll him into the ring. He pounces on him right away, grabbing him around the throat! The Nightmare is Choking The Shit out of Dontevius Ellis! The referee comes over and tries to pull him off, but Parsons is having none of it! The ref starts a count and just before he hits 5 Parsons breaks and turns to yell in his face about the 5 count! Parsons shakes his head, disgusted by the ref getting involved and starts to pull his opponent up to his feet. He slowly hooks his arms underneath his back and turns around, setting him up for his finishing manuever! Right as he raises Ellis up off the mat though the other man pulls his arms out and escapes. Parsons turns around just in time to get nailed with a big dropkick! He hits the canvas and Ellis climbs through the ropes, scrambling up the buckles as fast as he can. He nearly tumbles off the top but corrects himself, slowly standing up and staring down at Parsons before he leaps off and twists his body in midair, slamming down with the Stick-Em!

...1!

...2!

.. -No!

Ace Anderson: Chris Parsons just BARELY got a shoulder off the mat there! Just barely!

Jerry Andrews: And it’s not looking good for The Nightmare

But just as he says that, “All Day” makes a serious tactical error and tries to throw a big punch down at his opponent. Suddenly though, Parsons shoots his legs up in the air and wraps them around his head and shoulder. It might not have gotten the running start, but it’s a variation of the Vegas Hangover! Ellis is trapped in the triangle choke, at first trying to stack the move and then dropping to his butt to try and posture his head up to escape the hold. Parsons rolls off to his side, but Ellis moves with him and fights his way back to his knees! His face is turning red, he looks about to tap when he suddenly front flips over and pins Parsons shoulders to the canvas!

...1!

...2!

…

...3!

DING DING DING!

Winner: Dontevius Ellis via Pinfall; D. Ellis pins C. Parsons

Ace Anderson: And a huge win for Dontevius Ellis! Showing not just athleticism, but some great ring awareness!

Jerry Andrews: Sensational win, no doubt!

"I'm So Epic" by Stevie Stone plays through the arena speakers, Dontevius Ellis making his triumphant way to the back with Christopher Parsons and Razor Blade as the PCWTron switches to cameras backstage!

The feed opens to see the ominous sight of The Darkness roaming through the corridors of the Pure Class Arena. The Shaw Brothers strike an imposing figure as they trail the Black Widow herself in full fighting gear. With her match against Camron Creed and Terrence Brown just moments away, the dark convoy is on it's way to the ring.

Just as they move into the area behind the curtain, a shadow blocks their path. Stood in the entry to the ring area is a formidable man holding a dented steel chair. Alexander and Frederick Shaw immediately flank Alexa Black and move to block the path between her and the current North American Champion, Non Compos Mentis.

Non Compos Mentis: Easy, boys. Wouldn't want to start a fight when you're standing face-to-face with me for once, would you?

In the intense stand-off, all that can be heard are NCM's fingers strumming on the chair in his hands. Reluctantly the Shaw's are pushed aside as Alexa Black makes her way to the roadblock ahead of her stable of monsters.

Non Compos Mentis: I'm sure you remember this, right?

Alexa Black: Looked better wrapped around your leg. What do you want?

Stubbornly remaining in the way of The Darkness, NCM keeps chair close, even knowing that it injured his leg in the hands of Alexa just weeks earlier. Still there is a twisted bitterness in NCM's eyes, and a growing wrathful frustration in Alexa's.

Non Compos Mentis: Me? Nothing. I was just taking a stroll with my chair and... along came a spider. Normally I'd show it my boot, but I think this one prefers steel.

Now all three of the Darkness are side-by-side, squaring up to the man who is living up to every inch of his 'Born Psycho' name by standing as still as he is.

Non Compos Mentis: Not yet, boys, I haven't finished writing my list.

With a bitter grin, Mentis mocks the Black Widow and finally drops the chair to his side. He smirks and stands aside, allowing Alexa a path to get toward the ring.

Alexa Black: You'll get yours soon enough, list or not.

Non Compos Mentis: Maybe. Run along little spider.

Knowing there is little time left before her match, the Black Widow snarls at NCM before sliding uneasily past him. The Shaws follow as Mentis watches on, the chair still in his grasp.

Ace Anderson: Okayyyyyy, so… what was THAT all about?

Jerry Andrews: Is NCM calling her out?

Ace Anderson: With that kind of crazy vs crazy, who’s your money on?

Jerry Andrews: I’ll be damned if I take on that kind of bet. How about you, Ace? You’re the gambling man.

Ace Anderson: Keeping my cards close to the vest on this one - but all I’m gonna say is that Non Compos Mentis isn’t a multiple time PCW Champion for nothing.

Match Two

Singles Match

Alexa Black vs Camron Creed

Referee: Nigel Gale

The cameras flip back to the Arena proper, panning out over the crowd before focusing in on the announcer’s table.

Jerry Andrews: Up next, we’ve got the quickly-rising Camron Creed facing the always vicious Alexa Black.

Ace Anderson: This is an intriguing matchup considering the high level of skill from Creed we’ve seen. Camron Creed, however, hates hardcore matches. However, considering his opponent tonight, that doesn’t mean that this will be a standard wrestling match as Creed would like.

Jerry Andrews: Excellent point! Will Black turn this into a fight or will Creed’s technical prowess control the match?

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.

Jerry Andrews: Creed looks hyped up!

Ace Anderson: But does he realize what he’s in for here?

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.

As she continues to walk down to the ring as the crowd grows louder and louder so even the announcers can't get a word in over the booing. She reaches the ring and Alexa climbs up on the ring apron. She enters the ring and the crowd’s boos reach a fever pitch. 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: Creed looks ready to go but Alexa Black is stalking him.

Ace Anderson: He doesn’t look intimidated or shaken by it at all.

Creed approaches Black and attempts a lockup but Black evades it. She quickly clubs him in the back of the head before he can recover. Just as quickly, she leaps onto his back driving him down to the canvas. She lands clubbing blows to the back of his head repeatedly as the referee attempts to pull her off. Reluctantly, she backs off but grins malevolently at Creed as he uses the ropes to pull himself back to his feet. He glares at her defiantly, clearly not happy with the assault he just endured. He approaches to lock up again but this time anticipates her dodge and delivers a vicious clothesline. Before Black can recover, he grabs her arm and applies an armbar. Though her shoulder is threatening to pop out of the socket, she just laughs maniacally. Creed recognizes this and releases the hold, opting to stomp on his downed opponent instead.

Jerry Andrews: Looks like the sadistic Black is getting Creed off of his game.

Ace Anderson: What are you talking about? He’s in dominant position right now.

Jerry Andrews: But he’s playing right into her hands! This is exactly what she wants Creed to do.

As Creed goes for another stomp, Black catches his foot and drives a shoulder into the back of Creed’s knee, forcing him down to the mat. She scrambles quickly moving almost like a spider as she quickly takes his back and locks in a rear naked choke. She rolls and puts Creed on his back, helpless. Alexa looks around the ring wide eyed, grinning as she tightens the hold. Creed pulls at her arm for a moment before trying to roll the momentum, but to no avail. He begins to fade as Alexa Black cackles with glee. In a last ditch effort, Creed rolls backward, forcing Black to release the hold, and is able to lock in a triangle choke on Black. Black rolls and moves with such force that Creed isn’t able to keep the hold locked in for long. Creed moves to get to his feet but Alexa Black drives her knee into the back of his head, causing his face to bounce off of the canvas. She rolls him over and covers…

...1!

...2!

Kickout!

Creed powers out as he shakes the webs loose. The Black Widow, however, isn’t prepared to let him escape as she pulls him to his feet quickly. She hooks his head between her legs and hooks his arms. She lifts him quickly and sits out, driving him headfirst into the mat. He goes limp as she pushes his body over and covers.

...1!

...2!

…-foot on the ropes!

Alexa looks at the official confused and then at the ropes where he’s pointing. She shrieks in frustration causing the referee to cover his ears. She quickly grabs the offending leg and lays out in a kneebar. She wrenches repeatedly, laughing as Creed shouts out in pain. In her ecstasy however, she doesn’t notice that Creed is repositioning and clocks her in the side of the head with a kick from his free leg. He rolls away as Black is rocked by the shot. Creed climbs to his feet clearly favoring the knee.

Jerry Andrews: It looks like Alexa really did a number on that knee!

Ace Anderson: Creed can’t afford to have a bad wheel here. Alexa Black is not someone you want to give an opening, a weakness to exploit. He’d better walk that off before she shakes off that shot.

Black pulls herself to her feet still dazed by the shot. Creed looks up and locks eyes with her. Both competitors charge each other. Alexa puts a foot up to attempt her trademark Facebreaker… But Creed dodges it, driving that bad knee into her face as he drills her with the Creed Kick! Black falls to the mat limp, seemingly unconscious. Creed grabs his knee and shouts in pain as he rolls around for a moment favoring it. After a few moments, he crawls over to Alexa Black and throws his body on top of hers.

...1!

...2!

...-shoulder up milliseconds before the referee’s hand hits the mat a third time!

Creed rolls off in disbelief. He looks down at his knee and at the barely conscious Alexa Black. He grits his teeth as he pulls himself up by the ropes. He shouts at Alexa Black to get back to her feet which she seems to be doing but slowly, almost as if by instinct rather than deliberate. Creed leaps toward her and grabs her head to hit the Crop Cutter but Alexa grabs the leg with the bad knee and Creed falls on his back. Alexa’s eyes shoot open as if she suddenly returned to the match and she drops an elbow on the knee, causing Creed to yelp in pain.

Jerry Andrews: Oh no…

Ace Anderson: She knows…

Alexa looks down at the screaming Creed and cocks her head to the side. She looks at his knee and grins sadistically. She stomps on it, causing Creed to try and scoot away. Alexa giggles as she stomps again on the bad knee. Creed grabs the ropes and starts to pull himself up as Alexa begins to kick the knee repeatedly. The referee gets between them and forces Alexa away. Creed pulls himself up as Nigel Gale checks with him to see if he can continue. Creed nods defiantly and tries to move Gale out of his way… Just as Alexa Black drills him between the eyes with the Facebreaker. She freezes in place, her head slowly tilting to the right. She licks her lips in excitement as she eyes the motionless body of Camron Creed.

Jerry Andrews: That look in her eye is disturbing.

Ace Anderson: Creed put up a good fight but it looks like it’s harvest time for the Cream of the Crop.

Alexa pulls Creed to his feet and lifts his body onto her back before moving to the center of the ring. She begins laughing before suddenly sending him face first to the canvas, delivering a brutal Black Widow to Creed. She kneels beside him and pulls his face up for a moment to meet hers as if attempting to look into his eyes, into his soul. She throws his head down and makes the cover.

...1!

...2!

...3!

Winner: Alexa Black via Pinfall

The match is over and last left in the ring is the Black Widow, still her regular seethingly-angry self. She is about to vacate the ring amid a chorus of boos and jeers from the crowd when the tone suddenly changes and catches her attention.

Jerry Andrews: What the... something's going on in the crowd…

The cameras turn to the PCW Faithful and try to pick up whatever is causing the disruption. They pan across the crowd until a wave of movement can be seen down one of the stairways. It moves at pace as the Faithful react and reach out to whoever is under the sea of arms. Alexa has turned from the ropes and is staring out into the crowd with a typically aggressive curiosity that says “Whoever that is I'll kick them in the face!”

As the camera focuses on the wave, one thing can be seen poking out from the top... a steel chair. Suddenly the sea of fans breaks as it reaches the security barrier and stood at the borderline is the 'Born Psycho' Non Compos Mentis, armed and dangerous.

Ace Anderson: I guess he finished writing his list!

The fury on Black's face as soon as she sees Mentis is plain to see and she physically pulses with wrath. Neither barbarian has any intention of wasting time and NCM vaults the barrier before throwing himself into the ring. The Black Widow pounces right away, slamming punches down into the back of Mentis before he can get to his feet. There is no let-up but Mentis is prepared for the assault and pushes through, forcing himself up to his feet with chair in hand.

With no warning, NCM drives the chair viciously into Alexa's midsection, sending her reeling backwards and the PCW Faithful into raptures.

Jerry Andrews: NCM's looking to repay the damage that same chair did to his leg!

Ace Anderson: I'm not sure he'll get the chance…

Ace Anderson's eyes are focused on the two immense figures of Alexander and Frederick Shaw who are at ringside and moving fast, throwing themselves into the ring. As Mentis aims the steel chair for a headshot, he's blindsided by the brothers. Fists rain down on the North American champion as Alexa takes the chance to duck to the outside and grab her own armoury. With two chairs in hand she gives off a sick smile to the commentary table before sliding back into the ring with a quickly diminishing NCM.

Jerry Andrews: Bad smile! BAD SMILE!

The Shaw's have NCM overpowered and now without his weaponry as it sits lifeless on the mat. Alexander Shaw takes Mentis by the arm and launches him across the ring before Brother Freddie delivers a sickening Lights Out big boot to the face. The Faithful's tone has changed violently in a matter of moments as now they shower insults on The Darkness just as Alexa begins to direct traffic.

Ace Anderson: I think Mentis is about to get the special Darkness beat-down for a second time!

The Black Widow barks at the Shaw Brothers to grab an arm each and they obey, hoisting NCM to his feet and locking him in place. Stunned but not out cold, Mentis is struggling as he watches Alexa Black pick her favourite chair of the two in her hands and take careful aim at NCM's dome.

She pulls back the chair and is about to release... when NCM springs back to life with a powerful burst of energy, wrenching his arm free from Alexander. The Faithful erupts as Mentis throws a vicious left and clocks Freddie in the jaw, freeing his other arm.

The brothers try to recover but Mentis fires off shots back and forth between the two of them, leaving them reeling. Finally Alexa strikes and throws her force into a chair shot, but NCM ducks the hit and takes the opportunity to grab his weathered chair from the mat. Alexander is the first to try to attack but he receives a brutal shot straight into the ribs for his trouble, followed by a crack straight across the spine, dropping him to the mat.

Jerry Andrews: NCM is free and he has a whole lot of wrath to pay back to The Darkness!

Seeing his brother roll painfully to the outside, Freddie grabs his own chair and throws himself forward with a reckless and powerful attack. Again Mentis dodges the chair shot and both behemoths turn to face each other. NCM is the fastest to react though and he sends an echo all the way around the arena with a shuddering chair shot that drops the immense beast to the mat in a heap.

NCM turns with chair raised just in time to see Alexa do the same.

Ace Anderson: Oh.... crap.

Two of the most violent individuals in PCW history, armed and angry, simply stare at eachother for a moment while the fans are at fever-pitch. They want blood, and the two gladiators are more than willing to indulge them.

Both NCM and Alexa throw their shots at the same time, sending a high-pitched clang into the air. They throw again, clashing like medieval knights with steel seating rather than longswords. Alexa goes for pure aggression and lifts her chair high for a powerful strike... but there is a wiliness about NCM that tells when he takes the edge of the chair and drives it with precision into the Black Widow's shoulder joint!

Alexa recoils but NCM is right on her with another chair shot into the ribs that makes Alexa drop her chair. The attacks leave Alexa clambering at the ropes for some kind of escape but NCM is right on top of her and preparing for another shot when out of desperation Alexa throws out a thumb. The cheap shot makes NCM drop his own chair and Alexa gets her bearings back.

Both individuals turn again and meet in the middle of the ring, ready for war. Immediately they both tee off with rights and lefts, firing punch after punch into the face of their opponent with no regard for their own wellbeing. One, two, three soon turns into ten, eleven, twelve and into the teens as the shots just keep coming!

Ace Anderson: Neither of these two is going to back down, it's just not in their DNA!

Jerry Andrews: Alexa just fought a match and NCM has the main even to think about, but neither gives a damn right now!

The unstoppable two-way assault continues until an ominous hue of scarlet begins to coat the fists of NCM... and then Alexa too. The toll of the furious strikes from both fighters shows in vibrant colour and the painful but determined grimaces on both faces show their will to leave the other laying in a pool of their own blood.

They must be north of fifty strikes by the time Alexa decides enough is enough and pulls back to charge up a strike... when NCM lunges and catches her with a short clothesline, sending her to the mat.

Alexa is stunned and scrambles back to her feet, but NCM is already waiting with the chair back in his hands. Unable to react in time, Alexa is caught with a blunt jab to the stomach from NCM who immediately drops the chair to the mat. He grabs Alexa and hooks both her arms behind her back.

Jerry Andrews: No... he can't?

Ace Anderson: Fractured Mind on the chair?!

The Faithful are screaming for NCM to land the finishing blow as the crimson begins to seep out of the open wound on his forehead. He goes to lift Alexa up for the Double Underhook Piledriver.... but Alexa wrestles her arms free and decides to cut her losses before it's too late, diving out of the ring before NCM can grab her.

The boos and jeers ring out through the arena as Alexa backs up the ramp, her face bloodied and beaten but still raging with anger and frustration. Mentis grabs his chair off the mat and lifts it up for the crowd to see before wiping a slosh of blood from his forehead and smearing it over the seat in a show of hubris.

Ace Anderson: NCM might have got a little victory out her tonight, but at what cost? He drew blood but he's not looking that great either.

Jerry Andrews: Well while we try to gain some control out here, we're going to go to a commercial break... now someone needs to get NCM out of the ring. Ace you're up!

Ace Anderson: Coward!

Match Three

Icemann Invitational Match

Baby Jenks vs Jury

Referee: Charles Lim

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. He hops up onto the apron and steps over the top rope before beginning to stretch in preparation of the match.

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, moving to the center as the ref motions the two forward. Lim wastes no time with wordy instructions, instead giving them a quick rundown and then signaling for the bell - and the match is on!

In a burst of built up energy that could just as easily be mistaken for rage, Jenks mounts an immediate attack! She takes down Jury with a leg grab and quickly follows up with arm bar on the mat. Taken by surprise, Jury tries to wriggle free but Jenks keep the hold tight. Jury struggles to find a way to his feet, managing to get to his knees. With the arm bar still locked in, Baby Jenks hauls Jury the rest of the way up to a vertical base before leaning backwards to lift him off the mat!!!

Jerry Andrews: No WAY!

Ace Anderson: Huh, would you look at that. Baby Jenks just got a lot scarier all of a sudden.

Jerry Andrews: Come on, now. It’s not like we haven’t seen any OTHER female talent bodily move a larger male talent…

Ace Anderson: You’re never going to let me live that down, are you. Besides, anyone who says Kelli Starr can’t be scary hasn’t had the cajones to stand across the ring from her.

Jerry Andrews: Hey, I stand at my chair on the other side of the ring before I sit to announce, so technically...

Still held aloft by a red faced but resolute Baby Jenks, all Jury can do his swing heavy kicks - one of which catches Jenks in the kneecap with the heel of a boot! Jenks drops him and Jury quickly hits a back kick to the stomach. Hitting the ropes, Jury returns to the center of the ring with speed only to be met by huge belly to belly suplex! Jenks quickly makes the cover, but Jury rolls a shoulder at a count of one.

Jenks is quick to her feet, keeping momentum on her side. She grapples Jury and manages a sideplex, Jury is back up, but staggering all over the place! He walks straight into another suplex, this time belly to back! After that, Jury is a little slower to make it back to his feet, giving Baby Jenks time to stalk her prey. Jenks attacks from behind, wrapping right leg around Jury's left, and hits a front russian leg sweep. Jury’s face bounces off the canvas and for a moment, Jenks makes another cover:

...1!

...2!

- Jury just kicks out of it!

Ace Anderson: Incredible!

Jerry Andrews: Man, these two… this could get MESSY.

Ace Anderson: This isn’t messy yet?

Jenks rolls away, obviously beginning to feel the fatigue of trying to throw a man Jury’s size around, taking a moment by the ropes to catch her breath. In the meantime, Jury shakes off the effects of the previous onslaught and rises, Jenks refocusing on her opponent She darts forward with a quick shuffle kick feint, grabbing one of Jury’s shielding arms, Irish Whipping him into the ropes! Jenks follows him and drives a knee into the gut whilst on the ropes, her family’s vindictive nature showing in the furrow of her brow as she rears back to strike again - but Jury puts the brakes on and kicks Jenks right in the face!! Baby Jenks reels backwards, clutching at her face as blood begins to drip to the mat - but she dives heedlessly towards Jury anyway! Jury drops belly down to the mat and hits a chop block on the back of Jenks’ stumbling knee, knocking her to the ground!

Jerry Andrews: Blood on the mat… that messy enough for you?

Ace Anderson: More like what I had in mind for “messy”, but… OUCH!

Ace reacts as Baby Jenks is hauled to his feet by Jury, the Saint walking her to the ropes and raking Baby Jenks' eyes across the top just to keep the crowd’s raucous shouts going! Jury follows up an Irish whip with a shuddering big back body slam!! He immediately grabs a leg for the cover.

...1!

...2!

.. - kick out by Jenks! Jury makes his displeasure immediately apparent, pounding one meaty fist on the mat and hollering at the ref, storming away to lift Baby Jenks to her feet and wrapping an elbow into the side of her head, following up with a backbreaker and snapping Jenks over his knee!

Jerry Andrews: OUCH!

With Jenks grounded, Jury mounts him and drives numerous punches into just opponent. Far from reacting poorly to the beat down tactics from the Last Living Saint (yes, a new call name, right there - you’re welcome), the crowd’s bloodthirst seems piqued! Jury gets to his feet and revels in the howls, Jenks struggling back to her feet but Jury us on him straight away. He throws Baby Jenks into the corner with more force than strictly necessary before following with a shoulder to the gut, throwing Jenks across the ring and hits a nasty spear to the torso, forcing the air from Baby Jenks' lungs!

Ace Anderson: Would you listen to this crowd!? They’re really getting into this!

Jerry Andrews: It takes all sorts, I suppose.

Jury sends Jenks across the diagonal for a third successive time, but Jenks breaks out of the corner with an EXPLOSIVE clothesline! Jury is immediately back to his feet but only succeeds in staggering back into Baby Jenks' grasp. Baby Jenks spins to the rear of her opponent, putting on a waist lock and hurling Jury over her head in a sick german suplex! The earlier beat down and extra effort to throw her opponent around really seems to be taking its on Jenks. The aggressive brunette releases Jury and rolls away to take a few moments to regain her senses and composure - even as Jury starts shaking out the cobwebs himself.

Both competitors rise slowly, Jury it the first to attack with a strong forearm to the face. Baby Jenks reacts with one of his own. The gladiators exchange blows in the centre of the ring, the match quickly devolving into a brawl! The referee jostles to stay out of the way of flailing limbs while also maintaining a good visual of the action - and what action there is! Back and forth they go, Jury’s longer reach enabling him to conserve his energy by taunting his opponent more than fighting her! Just outside her range, Jury ducks under a swinging right hook from Baby Jenks - then catches a spinning back kick DIRECTLY TO THE HEAD!

Ace Anderson: Oh my GOD!

Jerry Andrews: Oh I might actually be sick, I could FEEL the noise of the connect in my teeth!

Ace Anderson: Not nearly as well as Jury just did, I’ll bet you money on that.

Jury goes down like a marionette with the strings cut - Jenks rolling out of the ring to rummage beneath… and pulls out something that glints in the arena lighting as she slips it over her fingers! The ref shouts a warning even as Jenks rolls back into the ring, smiling through the crusted blood on her face as she kicks the still-senseless Jury in the spine at full force, rolling him to his back and beginning to fire down mounted, BRASS KNUCKLE PUNCHES into his unprotected head and face!

Ace Anderson: REF! STOP HER! Those things are illegal for a reason!

Jerry Andrews: Well, I know it’s not an Underground match but our talent doesn’t always play by the rules, so…

Ace Anderson: No, they’re illegal as a WEAPON. They’re dangerous!

Jerry Andrews: It doesn’t have to be dangerous to be a weapon - just ask Eira how that steel chair worked for her knee.

Ace Anderson: Hell no. One, she’s not here and I’m not ringing the doorbell of a pregnant woman to find something like that out. Two, even if she was here I’m still not dumb enough to ask that question.

The ref’s shouts having no impact on Jenks’ as she busily impacts Jury’s skull, the official having no choice but to begin the disqualification count.

...1!

*PUNCH*

...2!

*THUD*

...3!

*WHACK*

...4!

*CRUNCH*

…

...5!!!

Winner: St. Jury via Disqualification!

Med techs and security are already flooding the scene as the ref signals for the ending bell, ”Heaven Knows,” by The Pretty Reckless screeching its own schoolbell sound effect before rocking into the song, Jenks rolling under the bottom rope and making her way up the ramp… a smirk on her bloodstained face.




Jerry Andrews: That was… that was brutal.

Ace Anderson: Looks like Jury won’t wake up…

Jerry Andrews: Let’s cut to commercial while the ring gets cleaned up and the med techs get Jury out of here.

Ace Anderson: Yes. Let’s.

Match Four
Icemann Invitational Match
Underground Match
Brenna Gordon vs Kelli Starr (Underground ©)
Referee: Ty Little

Jerry: Now for the second of the quarter finals for the Icemann Invitational tournament...

Ace: CAT FIGHT!

*Jerry looks at Ace nonplussed.*

Jerry: Really? Two great competitors in the ring, both who happen to be female, and that's the best you can come up with?

Ace: My mom didn't hug me much as a child.

Jerry: While Ace undergoes self-therapy we'll get on with the match.

Ace begins gamely weeping as Jerry tongue-in-cheek consoles him, the overhead lights dimming 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.

”(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.

Jerry: This is a really important match. Both Kelli and Brenna have proven that they can mix it up with any of today's top competitors.

Ace: BREAK KELLI'S NECK, BRENNA!

Jerry: Bitter much? AS I WAS SAYING, this is an incredibly important match as this will decide which of the two move on in The Icemann Invitational Tournament - AND who stays or becomes the next Underground Champion!

Little signals for the match to start. Both ladies dap fists in a show of sportswomanship before charging in for a tie-up. Brenna quickly pulls Kelli into a side headlock, cinching it in tight. Dollface finally uses her weight advantage to shove Gordon to the ropes, catching her off the rebound with a clothesline that sends the Born of Myth to the mat. Starr gathers Gordon from the deck, whipping her to a corner. Kelli charges in, but Brenna dodges slips between the ropes with a kick to Kelli's Dollface in the process.

Gordon rolls the Underground Queen up for a quick one count before Kelli kicks out. Brenna keeps possession of one of Kelli's legs, twisting Dollface to her stomach as she applies a single leg Boston crab. Kelli panics a bit, but is too close to the ropes for the hold to last long. The ref calls for a clean break, as the Born of Myth complies.

Kelli scrambles out of the ring for a breather as she contemplates a strategy. Little begins a count, but only gets to four before Kelli rejoins the contest. Kelli nods, a look of respect on her face. Brenna answers with a smirk, but graciously nods back. The ladies lock up again, both jockey for position for a bit before Kelli manages to guide Gordon to a corner. Dollface breaks the tie up with a few knife edge chops that send the audience into a chorus of "WOOO's".

Starr whips Gordon to the opposite turnbuckles, charging in close behind, but instead of hitting the corner, Brenna scales them, flipping behind Kelli as she smashes into the unforgiving buckles. Brenna capitalizes with a belly-to-back bridge suplex that is perfectly executed. The ref slides into position.

...1!

...2! Kickout!

Kelli scrambles to her feet, met there by her opponent. The two trade fists several times until a haymaker right by Undergound Queen staggers the Born of Myth back. Kelli snags an arm, wrapping a leg over Brenna's neck and down with a bulldog! The pink-haired pugilist pulls the prone Pittsbughian to position for a powerbomb. As Kelli brings her foe up, Gordon reverses it with a head scissors take down.

Ace: Pinning predicament!

Jerry: Nope! Only a two count! Both of these ladies want to advance in the Icemann Invitational.

Ace: Still rooting for Brenna.

Jerry: Of course you are.

Gordon gathers Starr, whipping her to the ropes, and meeting her on the rebound with a double mule kick. The Born of Myth hits with a tiger suplex. Brenna signals to the fans as she pulls Kelli to her feet to set her up to Crash the Shore. Before she can complete the move, Kelli sweeps the leg, sending Gordon to her back instead. Dollface hooks both legs, putting all of her weight on them as Little hits the mat for a two count.

Starr bolts upright, delivering a stomp to Brenna's gut. And another. And another. The onslaught of feet continues as some dubstep music begins to play over the speakers. With a final, accentuating boot, both Kelli and the music cease while she brings Brenna to her feet. Gordon looks as if she's ready to punch the clock as Kelli hits her with a reverse side Russian leg sweep. Kelli scales the turnbuckles, perching on the top rope. CHERRY ON T...NO! Brenna caught Kelli right in the mush with a boot of her own. Dollface hits the mat like a felled tree. The Born of Myth locks in a figure four head scissors, applying pressure to the sides of the cotton candy haired vixen. Little checks for a submission, but the Candy Girl isn't ready to give up just yet. Starr works her opponent around to where she can use her strength to crawl to the ropes for a break.

Dollface is slower to her feet than Brenna. A kick to the gut from Gordon sets up the Crash the Shore successfully this time. Gordon hooks the leg.

...1!

...2!

...Thr-NO!

Gordon smacks the mat with frustration, yanking Dollface to her feet. Brenna whips Kelli to the ropes, jumping up for a drop kick, but Kelli hooks the top rope to avoid it. Starr helps Gordon to her feet, but helps her meet the mat face first with a reverse STO. Kelli turns her opponent over for a pin, but only gets the two count. Now Starr shows a tad of frustration. She bends down to pick Brenna up. Gordon laces her hands behind Kelli's head, dropping for a jawbreaker. Both ladies are down as Little begins to count.

...1!

...2!

Brenna stirs a little quicker, but Kelli is also showing signs of life.

...3!

...4!

Both are to their knees.

...5!

Brenna stands on rubbery legs. She charges at Kelli just as she finally regains her vertical base, delivering a kick to the gut. Gordon attempts to whip Starr to the ropes, but Kelli reverses it. Brenna uses the recoil to her advantage.

Jerry: RIP TIDE!

Ace: The ref is in position!

...1!

...2!

...

...3!

Your winner, and NEW Underground Queen, BRENNA GORDON!

You can literally count the seconds on your hands between the time Ty Little gives the Underground Championship belt to Gordon and the very moment the arena lights struggle to remain on. Visibility goes in and out before finally settling on a sudden burst of blinding white light...followed with pitch black darkness. Blips from a countdown reel appear on the tron, grabbing the in- ring attention of one, Kelli Starr. Once the timer has expired, the washed out colors of a Super 8 film are projected as Brenna joins Kelli at the ropes, jaw set.

Rough edits show the tormenting group of eight responsible for the Nathan Saniti attack and previous mind games in an unknown clearing somewhere. Most noticeably is the removal of the previous cartoonish attire they had been seen in, reduced to being burned like someone covering up a crime scene in the raw footage. The new masks of the followers are demonic takes on animals (Rattlesnake, Ram, Wolf, Grizzly, Pig, Goat and Rabbit) as seen through quick edits, of which various hair lengths and colors are finally on display, poking from the leather straps and buckles around their heads. The four females of the group are in blood splattered white gowns, skipping around double scarecrow displays: Nathan Saniti (upside down) and Kelli Starr (right side up). Three of the four males prepare torches, one for each as they are clad in black threads for the eventual lighting. The whole scene is an obvious ritual.

The leader turns his head slowly around, his mask is that of a Great Horned Owl. The long, earlike tuffs on the head are more pronounced with the intimidating yellow-eyed stare changed in favor of pale, lifeless white. A jarring edit shows the displays in flames with the group nowhere to be found. Footage abruptly cuts off.

Inside the ring, Kelli and Brenna go back to back without a word, eyes darting to every corner in search of the nightmarish caricatures. The white-hot spotlight beats down onto their heads, blinding them to the rest of the arena; Brenna tensed for action, Kelli ashen-faced and clearly not wanting to suffer the same outcome that befell her lover last week. Not helping matters is a robotic voice announcing:

THREE. YOU HAVE THREE SECONDS.

This only heightens the anxiety. At the end of the count, the piercing noise of cables snapping can be heard. From high above, an object plummets into the ring with a LOUD thud - Brenna and Kelli leaping apart just in time! The white spotlight returns to a normal shade, but only to highlight what fell: A mock dummy of Nathan Saniti…

Instead of the “blood” being red, it’s instead Kelli’s traditional pink! That’s enough for Kelli to bolt, Brenna close behind her. Between Starr's feet touching the floor and the first step onto the ramp, that same robotic voice returns:

TWO. YOU HAVE TWO SECONDS.

As they race towards the locker room, multiple mocks of both Starr and Saniti drop in quick succession above the tron, blocking the path! The dummies are seen hanging from nooses and alternate between the two PCW stars. The display stretches the entire length of the stage, halting her dead in her tracks! Kelli's fear clearly running away with her, Brenna grabs the other woman's arm and points, shoving at a dummy as if to demonstrate its harmlessness as the bot proclaims:

ONE. YOU HAVE ONE SECOND.

Darkness returns. Sinister laughter echoes inside of the PCW arena, ushering in static noise. The tron now displays a “please stand by” message, skittering with frenetic screen flashes to a short video clip:

...welcoming the unknown group leader in a video! In a gravelly voice he speaks:

“Kellliii...Do you ever feel like your mind is playing tricks on you? Let me reassure something, Dollface. We’re going to drown you in your boyfriend’s blood. You aren’t safe. He isn’t safe and we’ve only just begun, little girl. So go fetch your master and bring him to Living a Legacy. I think we need to be properly introduced...by the way...what are your coffin measurements…?”

Laughter follows the question and then the video ends. A shaken Kelli Starr and tense Brenna Gordon are revealed as the arena lights come back up in full - the tormentors themselves nowhere to be found...

Jerry Andrews: What in the hell…

Ace Anderson: ...was THAT?

Jerry Andrews: I can’t tell what’s more disturbing - the idea that those things are on the loose, or the fact that we’re finishing each other’s sentences!

Ace Anderson: ...Yes?

Jerry Andrews: Aaaand on that note, time to roll to commercial!

Match Five
Icemann Invitational Tournament
Singles Match
John Weyland vs. 'The Fabulous One' Dan Fierce
Referee: Ed Lane

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.

"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.

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

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

Jerry Andrews: John Weyland is yet another new person that's made a very striking first impression. In his debut match, he went up against Razor Blade... and he came out victorious, advancing to the second round of the Icemann Invitational Tournament in the process.

Ace Anderson: Pssh, stop trying to lump all of the newcomers into the same group. Weyland's something special--and he's got the chance to prove it tonight.

Jerry Andrews: Weyland's sure of himself, there's no doubt in that... but I don't know how that arrogance is going to help him against his opponent this week. Razor Blade's no slouch, but he's also not as experienced as the man that's about to come out.

Ace Anderson: ...oh my God. Was that a gay joke?

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.

Jerry Andrews: Arrogance is like blood in the water for Dan Fierce... and while I don't want to take away from the significance of Weyland's victory over Razor Blade, Dan overcame undeniably stiffer competition. One could even call his win over Michael Wryght an upse--

Ace Anderson: For one, don't talk about our president like that. For another, are you gonna keep it up with the inadvertent gay jokes?

Jerry Andrews: ...didn't you just make one with 'keeping it up'?

Ace Anderson: Shut up.

When the bell rings, Weyland immediately comes forward, hands up, squaring up to Fierce. Fierce grins and puts his dukes up as well, and the two of them circle each other for a few moments. Weyland moves in first, looking for a big right hand, but Fierce ducks under it, going behind Weyland and wrapping his arms around Weyland's waist. The crowd cheers as they know what's coming, but before Fierce can get too far, Weyland starts wildly elbowing behind him, trying to catch Fierce in the face. He grazes Fierce on one of the elbows, but Fierce shoves him off before he takes too much damage. Weyland whirls around, looking to land a big haymaker, but Fierce ducks again, then grabs Weyland when he swings again, bringing him over with a judo hip throw. The crowd cheers as Fierce follows Weyland down, wrapping an arm around his neck in a seated sleeper hold. Weyland flails a bit, so Fierce wraps his legs around his torso.

Jerry Andrews: And there's the mind games. I don't think that John's had to deal with anyone quite as... adept at them as Dan Fierce is.

Ace Anderson: While I'm not gonna sit here and sound like a bigot that's stupid enough to think that boycotting Target over who can pee where, I'm... I can't entirely blame John for not being comfortable with the idea of Dan getting behind him like that.

Jerry Andrews: What, afraid of a guy treating you the way that you've probably treated some women?

Ace Anderson: No, you twit! Fierce's training in judo means that him being behind you is dangerous for your health. Dignity can rebound a lot easier than a squished windpipe.

Weyland looks like he's going to fade for a moment, but before he falls too far down that rabbit hole, he rolls over onto his stomach. Fierce starts to wiggle around on his back, which garners some cheers and giggles from the crowd, but that just motivates Weyland to pull himself to the ropes even faster. He gets a few more seconds of the sleeper hold, but he does manage to get to the ropes, making the official break the hold.

1!

2!

Fierce untangles himself from Weyland as quickly as he can. He rolls away from his opponent and pops up to his feet, posing and appealing to the crowd and getting more cheers as Weyland starts pulling himself up to his feet. He holds his throat a bit when he gets up, but then shakes it off and charges back into battle.

Jerry Andrews: John is looking really off tonight, come to think of it.

Ace Anderson: Is Fierce really getting into his mind that effectively? This could be a sign of his inexperience coming into play.

Jerry Andrews: I think it might be more than that--

Ace Anderson: WHOA!

Fierce turns around to see Weyland barreling towards him. He can't get out of the way in time, and he gets hit with a big spear! Fierce holds his stomach as Weyland grabs him, keeping him from rolling too far away. Still looking a little worse for wear, he crawls over Fierce's body and hooks a leg for a pin attempt.

1...

2...

Fierce kicks out at two! Weyland slaps the mat, then grabs his neck again, rubbing the side of his neck under his jaw. He pushes himself up to his feet, still favoring his throat, and waits for Fierce to get back to his feet.

Jerry Andrews: Maybe I was speaking too soon.

Ace Anderson: That's a shocker, Jerry--and it's also proof of how Fierce's mind games can backfire. If you get a man's red up, there's no telling what he'll do.

Jerry Andrews: And there's also no counting Fierce out, not now. The Fabulous One knows what's at stake here, and that experience of his also--

Ace Anderson: Oh would you stop sucking up to him already?! The man's taken, for Pete's sake!

Weyland stalks behind Fierce as he is getting up to his feet, moving in and grabbing him from behind. He grabs him as though for an inverted DDT, then grabs him, lifting him up for an inverted suplex, but before he can position Fierce properly, Fierce rolls through, landing on his feet behind him. He hooks him for an Unprettier, and he's close to the turnbuckle. He hops up on the second turnbuckle before thrusting off of it to plant Weyland with the Makeover! He rolls him over and hooks the leg for a cover.

..1!

...2!

...3!

Winner: 'The Fabulous One' Dan Fierce via Pinfall

As ”Shut Your Mouth,” by Garbage plays out over the loudspeakers, Dan Fierce celebrates his victory up the PCW ramp while Weyland makes his more subdued way back stage. The camera spins lazily out over the crowd and furor before switching to a commercial break.

Honest Amish Beard Balm

(The scene opens just as Grimm, the Abomination of Desolation, delivers a most vicious headbutt to his hapless opponent. The poor soul’s face explodes in a shower of blood and other nasty bits, and he understandably drops into a heap.

Grimm wipes viscera out of his own eyes and flings it at the mat. He starts to move towards the motionless figure but acts like he catches something out of the corner of his eye and stops. Looking at the camera, he gives his best approximation of a nonthreatening smile and turns.)

“Oh, hello there. If you’re like me, you often find yourself having to clean blood and gristle out of your magnificent beard. Not only can such caked unpleasantness be generally unappealing to the masses, it can be bad for the beard itself. And if you’re like me, you don’t want to use harsh chemicals to do the job.”

(A tin flies in from off-camera and Grimm reaches up to catch it.)

“That’s why I use Honest Amish Heavy Duty Beard Balm. It’s 100% organic and all natural with no chemicals and it’s free of any artificial colors or fragrances. That delightful aroma you smell is thanks to the natural essential oils in every batch.”

(The man on the mat moans and Grimm kicks him in the ribs, without looking away from the camera.)

“That’s Honest Amish Heavy Duty Beard Balm. So you can get back to annihilating your enemies without worrying how it will affect the sheen of your luxurious beard. Look for it at finer establishments everywhere.”

(Grimm tosses the tin over his shoulder and turns his attention back to the broken form at his feet. The commercial fades to the sounds of an outrageously gratuitous beating. The feed switches back to the PCW Arena.)

No sooner does the show come back from commercial than a familiar voice from earlier in the night returns. No light tricks or special video this time. Just pure raw audio filling the speakers inside of the arena and the ears of the Faithful:

"Naaathaaan. I have a question. If you hatpin me, does that mean we're going steady? I don't think I'm ready for that kind of relationship! After all, what would Kelli say in-between her blood curdling screams for help? Good luck out there. Break your neck...or we'll break it for you..."

Ace Anderson: This is getting creepy.

Jerry Andrews: GETTING?!

Ace Anderson: No matter - it’s time to move on to our second to last match of the night! That’s right - this is it, the match between the Last Chance Battle Royal winner Murdoc and PCW fan favorite Nathan Saniti!

Jerry Andrews: What’re your odds on this one, Ace?

Ace Anderson: You know, Jerry, there’s a lot on the line here for Murdoc. He left in an explosive ball of rage and came back in a surprise move that took the entire Last Chance Battle Royal by firestorm! That’s not to say that Nathan doesn’t have his own reasons - maybe he’s decided to let that guilt over Eira slide and beat the grudge out of Murdoc? However this pans out, I have to say I do think that -.

A pulse of palpable unease spreads as Ace breaks off, his eyes locked to the entrance as the crowd jumps to their feet, each head in attendance craning towards the entry way. No music, no video ... a break from the past as MURDOC steps out from the backstage area! Much like last week, he’s wearing the black floor-length duster and taped up fists. Jeans and boots. And that mask ... always that mask. Avoiding the pawing hands of the crowd as he makes his way to the ring.

Ace Anderson: You know, Murdoc without any kind of arrival announcement is just bad. Think about it: it’s bad enough when we KNOW he’s on his way. But when he just shows up? Not a fan of that.

Jerry Andrews: One of the most dangerous and dominant members of the Pure Class roster, always unpredictable except for one thing ... and that’s violence.

Match Six

Icemann Invitational Match

Murdoc vs Nathan Saniti

_{Referee: Manny Cruz}

The opening guitar riffs of "Defector,"[/i] by Muse shred the airwaves. Purple smoke lines the ramp as a pair of fountain sparklers flank the entryway.

"Free!"

Instead of the normal Nathan Saniti entrance that we’ve all become accustomed to, Nathan is rolled out on a ... silver platter? His top hat laid directly on his chest, random confused backstage workers are wheeling this serving table out to ringside and hefting the platter into the ring under the bottom rope. Murdoc doesn’t even flinch, but the crowd is quite mystified.


Jerry Andrews: I know what this is, Ace. Murdoc threatened to pull Nathan Saniti’s heart from his chest tonight ... so Nathan is offering himself up on a silver platter!

Ace Anderson: That’s all well and good, and I understand the mind games ... but why in God’s name would you even THINK it’s a good idea to do that to MURDOC of all people?! This is definitely, from my perspective, a poor strategy. Murdoc is going to tear him to pieces if he doesn’t get to his feet and prepare for the match!

The referee looks at Nathan, who’s saying he’s quite ready for the match to begin. Murdoc, as usual, is his old chatty self which means he’s said absolutely nothing. With no choice, the referee signals for the bell and this match is underway!

Jerry Andrews: This could easily main event a pay-per-view, Ace. Nathan Saniti going toe-to-toe with Murdoc;the first ever in-ring encounter.

Ace Anderson: But Jerry, Nathan still is prone in front of Murdoc. You END the match with him like that, you don’t start it OFF that way!

Murdoc beginning the slow walk towards Nathan Saniti in the center of the ring, Nathan prepares for the worst as Murdoc launches a probing boot to the side of Nathan’s head. To his ... amusement, Nathan doesn’t move an inch. He simply lays there. Walking alongside the prone Magician, Murdoc wastes no time in dropping quickly to his knees and letting his right hand rocket down into the top hat! The impact of his fist on Nathan’s chest is heavy and LOUD. The thudding impact is enough to send shockwaves throughout his body.

Nathan cries out in pain but ... the REAL surprise is Murdoc.

As he pulls his hand from the top hat, you can see a single hat pin ... about six inches in length ... embedded its’ FULL length into Murdoc’s right hand! It appears to have entered his hand straight through the knuckle; the crowd can’t see it, the referee can’t get a good look at it ... but Murdoc can. He can see AND feel it. And there’s no telling what Nathan Saniti has done to it!

As Murdoc grabs Nathan Saniti by the throat, he lifts him so that the two are face to face. Sheer strength of mean on Murdoc’s part, the referee is counting Murdoc down for an illegal choke. By the time he reaches five, Murdoc still hasn’t let go. He’s going to choke the life right out of Nathan Saniti! Nathan kicks and wriggles, writhes and claws at the iron grip on his throat, the referee attempting his best to force Murdoc to release the hold, but there appears to be nothing on the PLANET that could wrench Murdoc’s fingers away from Saniti’s jugular! The referee knowing the importance of the match, knowing how Murdoc is ... he has no choice.


DING DING DING!!


The crowd looks on in shocked countenance as the referee has DISQUALIFIED Murdoc!

Winner by disqualification: Nathan Saniti!

The beast finally releasing his grasp on Nathan’s throat, Saniti sputters out a laugh as he hits the mat. Murdoc staggers to his feet and grabs at the referee’s shirt, rearing back to throw a punch but he realizes that he still has a six inch hatpin stuck directly into his hand. Stopping before the punch can fly, he looks at the hat pin one last good time ... this time the referee seeing the pin and realizing what has actually happened. Murdoc dropping to a knee, he leans against the turnbuckles as the referee throws up the dread ‘X’ symbol as medical technicians pour into the ring to check on the wounded Murdoc.

Good luck.

Ace Anderson: Murdoc is down, Jerry! It’s bad enough that medical techs have rushed the ring, but all I see is Murdoc fighting with the techs! This is going to get hairy a lot quicker than it’s going to get better.

Jerry: *inarticulate cry as a flung chair goes clattering into the barricade just beside him, followed shortly by a similarly launched med tech* You’re right, Ace! Let’s take a quick commercial break as we get everything sorted out!

Match Seven

Singles Match

Andy D. vs Tyrone “Crazy Boy” Smith

Referee: Joseph Buckland

Ace Anderson: Now here's a match between two guys with some serious history with each other.

Jerry Andrews: You're not kidding. Andy D and Crazy Boy have known each other for a very long time, even before they were both here in PCW.

Ace Anderson: This is gonna be a helluva match. Two high flyers who know each other better than most tag teams.

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

Jerry Andrews: Now for the Trauma return we've all been waiting for!

The fans are on their feet in antici...

...pation.

The arena lights go down as the start of Damn Nation by Lower Than Atlantis starts up. As the first verse kicks in, a couple of spotlights start to scan over random sections of the crowd as the letters AD are emblazed on the big screen, with various video highlights of Andy's career visible only within the letters themselves.

You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make it drink.
You can lead your lambs to slaughter if it's what the shepherd thinks

As the chorus starts up on the song, an explosion of pyros go off, and the arena lights all come back up to reveal Andy standing in the center of the ring. He stands there for a moment, soaking up the reactions of the crowd before he removes his bucket hat and places it on the steel pole part of the turnbuckle, ready for the match.

Buckland calls both men to the center for last minute instructions Crazy Boy extends a hand, which Andy shakes gratefully. The ref calls for the bell as the two men begin to circle. Both men begin running the ropes, criss-crossing as they build momentum. Crazy boy is the first to take to the air with a leg lariat, but Andy ducks under it. Bouncing off the ropes again, Andy hits the mark with a flying forearm!

Ace Anderson: Right out of the gate with a great shot!

Jerry Andrews: Gotta say, it’s good to see Andy D. back in action again.

Andy collects Crazy Boy, whipping him to the turnbuckles and following in with a knee to the face. Before Smith can enjoy reconnecting with gravity, Andy holds him in place as he scales the corner. just as he gets to the top, CB springs back to life, joining his rival briefly enough for a release belly to back suplex that sends the returning superstar halfway across the ring.

Tyrone gains some momentum from the ropes, connecting with a lionsault on his fallen opponent. He hooks the leg, but only manages a one count. Smith pulls Andy to his feet, whipping him across the ring!

Smith bounces off the ring and charges at Andy D, the two men locking up once more. Tyrone drives his knee into Andy’s midsection, doubling him over then grabbing Andy by the head and hitting him with a DDT! Smith returns to a vertical position, Andy D understandably slower to get back up on his feet, but once he does the two men lock up once more. Andy D gets the advantage this time and he shoves Smith into the corner! Andy D charges at Smith who fires back out of the corner at Andy with a vicious spear! Smith quickly goes for the cover, but Andy D kicks out before the one-count.

Smith pulls him back up to his feet. Andy D breaks free and he leaps up, hitting Smith with a dropkick to the face! Smith stumbles backwards, hitting the ropes, Andy D charging at him and he hitting him with a clothesline, sending him toppling over the ropes to the outside.

Andy D is the only competitor inside the ring for a moment, but only for a moment - before he has time to really regain his composure, Crazy Boy is sliding back into the ring and the two men lock horns again!

Ace Anderson: This is GREAT.

Jerry Andrews: I haven’t seen Crazy Boy this animated for a while… and seeing Andy D. back in action is phenomenal!

Crazy Boy grabs Andy’s arm and locks twists it, driving a forearm Andy D’s elbow and sending him one knee on the mat. Still holding the arm, Tyrone pulls back on it, trapping Andy D in an armbar. Andy D adjusts his position on the mat and breaks free from the hold. He quickly gets to his feet. He then leaps up and hits Majors with a hurricanrana into a pin! Andy D with a cover....

...1!

...2!

.. - kickout!

Crazy Boy kicks out before three, stomping to his feet and shoving Andy D. backwards, following it at a run and clotheslining him down to the mat. Andy D. rolls into the corner and he pulls himself up using the ropes. Crazy Boy follows him into the corner and kicks Andy in the midsection, setting him up in the corner and driving his shoulder into Andy’s stomach! Andy falls to the mat. Tyrone bends down and pulls his opponent up only to drop him with a suplex! Pulling Andy D. up and throwing him to the ropes, Crazy Boy catches him on the rebound with a big boot to the chest that drops Andy to the mat!

Crazy Boy quickly hooks a leg, going for the cover as the ref slides in to make the count:


...1!

.. - not yet!

Andy D. gets a shoulder up just before the two-count, Smith moving to pull Andy D up, but Andy D connects with a forearm to the face, staggering Smith! Andy runs at Smith with a clothesline, but Smith ducks it! Smithleaps up with a dropkick, but Andy D dodges and Smith hits the canvas. Andy pulls him up, but Crazy Boy breaks free and he tackles Andy D down to the mat! Smith starts to unload on Andy D with a series of right and left hands. The referee calls for a break, Smith relenting immediately.

Just as Smith stands up, Andy D. incredibly manages to KIP UP to the sound of explosive cheers from the crowd and takes Crazy Boy down with an aggressive but haphazard spear! Pulling Smith to his feet and Irish whipping him into the corner, Andy D. charges at Smith and connects with a clothesline in the corner! Wasting no more time, Andy D pulls Crazy Boy up. He sets him up and drives him head-first into the mat with a piledriver! Andy D. goes for the cover…

...1!

...2!

…

...3!!!!

Winner: Andy D. via Pinfall

”Damn Nation,” by Lower Than Atlantis Rocks out of the loudspeakers as Andy D. gives Crazy Boy a hand up from the mat, the two men once again shaking hands , the crowd’s cheers for the match and the sportsmanship displayed within nearly raising the roof! The two men head backstage as the feed switches to the last commercial break of the night!

Main Event

Triple Threat Match

Non Compos Mentis (North American ©) vs Justin Kaard (World ©) vs Michael “Mr. Showtime” Wryght (International ©)

Referee: Eric Russo

As soon as the feed returns 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.

Jerry Andrews: As impressive as we know NCM is, not only does he have the World and International champions to deal with tonight, he also has that head wound from earlier tonight.

Ace Anderson: The EMT's have done their part to patch up the old psycho but I don't think he's wrestling under doctors order's out there tonight, that's for sure.

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. 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 North American Title and his jacket and hands them to the referee, then readies himself for the match.

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

Jerry Andrews: For the love of God, Ace... sit down!

Ace Anderson: Make me, Andrews!

Jerry Andrews: Well as my broadcast colleague remains on his feet to greet the 'self proclaimed' PCW President, let me tell you...

Ace Anderson: I'm standing up, Jerry, that doesn't make me deaf or an idiot!

Jerry Andrews: … never mind.

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.

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 holding the PCW World Title.

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 ring.

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 match to begin.

Senior referee Eric Russo signals for the bell and three of the heavy hitters in PCW are off!

Showtime is the first to act, walking straight into the middle of the ring and lifting both his hands into the air for a double test of strength.

Ace Anderson: Um, President Showtime, Sir... I don't think that's the best idea.

Not one to turn down a challenge, NCM walks straight up to Wryght and raises his arm before Showtime... pats him on the head and immediately dives to the outside of the ring. Justin Kaard watches the insult and laughs loud enough that NCM's frustration turns on the spot, from Showtime to the Adrenaline King.

Ace Anderson: I've changed my mind... fantastic idea, Boss!

Jerry Andrews: Kiss ass...

NCM charges at the World Champion and starts throwing wild attacks but the lightning reactions of Kaard help him dodge every one before he throws a combo of forearms of his own. They catch Mentis off guard and force him back to the ropes while Showtime bides his time on the outside. Kaard whips NCM across the ring but is knocked down with a shoulder block on the rebound. NCM goes to hit the ropes... and Showtime clips his ankle from outside, tripping him and dragging him to the outside before slamming him into the security barrier.

Showtime slides into the ring and picks up where NCM left off, jumping on Kaard and locking in a headlock. Kaard is fresh, though, and forces himself up to his feet and pushes Showtime out into the ropes. Showtime rebounds and this time Kaard puts enough force behind his shoulder block to send Wryght to the mat. Instantly, Kaard throws himself high into the air and flips backwards for a Standing Moonsault but Wryght rolls to evade... and Kaard miraculously lands on his feet!

Jerry Andrews: Amazing athleticism from the World Champion...

But what Kaard doesn't see is NCM roll into the ring behind him and clock him with a clothesline to the back of the neck. Kaard drops to the mat and rolls evasively to the outside while the President and NCM square off. Mentis attacks first, jamming his boot into the International Champion's gut and slamming a couple of hammer blows into his back.

NCM quickly lifts Showtime up by the midsection and drives him down with a Gutbuster over his knee. A cover attempt from the Born Psycho garners less than a one count as Showtime tries to force his way back into some momentum.

Justin Kaard is about to try and get back into the right and is on the apron when suddenly there is a commotion in the stands and everyone's attention turns to the ramp.

Jerry Andrews: Is that...?

Ace Anderson: The Lord of Misrule has made his presence known!

Striding down the ramp as if it's a Sunday stroll, Grimm calmly makes his way down to the ring and around ringside while all three competitors and the whole crowd watch him. Casually the Hangtown Horror meanders to the timekeeper's table where the North American, International and World Title belts are being kept during the match.

Like picking up a newspaper, or a shovel perhaps, Grimm reaches into the pile of priceless gold and brings out the title he's won a record four times, the PCW World Title.

Jerry Andrews: Who's going to tell Grimm that belt isn't his anymore?

Ace Anderson: After you!

Justin Kaard's eyes light up and instead of climbing into the ring he moves back onto the floor and moves around to the timekeeper's table to join the man holding his World Title belt. While Grimm is staring, transfixed, at the title belt, Kaard has the audacity to interrupt him with a shove that almost sends the fiery-haired legend reeling but instead only snaps him out of his trance.

Ace Anderson: Grimm, with all due respect, I don't think that's yours.

Kaard rips the title belt away from Grimm's hands and gets right up in his ginger grill with words not suitable for televisual viewing. Grimm takes it none-too-kindly and lashes out with a vicious hook that catches everyone by surprise.

Suddenly Kaard forgets all about the match in progress and begins to hammer away at Grimm while the Lord of Misrule fires back with shots of his own, all over the World Title that drops to the ground. Mr Showtime and Non Compos Mentis remain in the ring, watching as Kaard and Grimm battle it out with a raging battle that takes them all around ringside, beating each other senseless until the trail off up the ramp.

There is no DQ, no count out, so Eric Russo can only watch on as one third of the triple threat is dragged further and further into the distance. Grimm and Kaard are completely oblivious to everything around them as they beat each other up the ramp and finally beyond the curtain.

Jerry Andrews: Well... now what?

Ace Anderson: This is a triple threat match, it just continues.

Jerry Andrews: With an angry Grimm running around too?

Showtime seems to have the same idea as he asks for a micophone to be delivered to him in the ring. A ring hand passes one over and the crowd turns from staring at the stage to the ring.

Mr Showtime: Well ain't that something... I guess our World Champion has other priorities tonight. Maybe we should just cancel this little main event right now?

A murmur of discontent rumbles around the arena but Showtime raises his hands to quiet them.

Mr Showtime: But as the PCW President, it is my duty to give you all what you deserve and that is a good old fashioned ass-whooping with no risk of interference from people who have no place and no interest in this match. So referee, as your President, I am ordering you to turn this match into a Singles match! Just me and the garbage man.

Eric Russo thinks for a moment but signals to ringside and the match is officially restarted as a One-on-One contest.

Jerry Andrews: But... that man ISN'T the President!

Ace Anderson: The senior referee just took an order from him, what more proof do you need?!

Showtime is grinning from ear to ear and playing to the fans as Mentis merely stands in the corner, unimpressed. Mentis comes out of his corner and grabs Showtime by the shoulder to get his attention back on the match, but Showtime catches him completely off guard by rolling straight into a School Boy pin.

One...

Two...

THR...NO!

Shocked by the pinning move, NCM barely gets his shoulder up and forces his way back to his feet. Showtime meets him with a forearm but NCM is never one to back down from trading fists and throws a left hook that connects hard. Reeling into the ropes, Showtime gets tagged a couple more times before being whipped into the ropes and dropped to the mat with a powerful Back Body Drop. Showtime tries to get to his feet but the sudden assault catches him cold this time and NCM forces him back into the corner with a barrage of body blows. The blows don't stop once they're in the corner though, as NCM doesn't halt until Showtime is laid low in the corner and Eric Russo has reached a four count.

Jerry Andrews: NCM is a man possessed!

NCM pulls himself back and takes aim before he charges and slams his boot right into the side of Showtime's head. Pulling him by the leg, NCM drags Showtime into the middle of the ring and hooks the leg.

One...

Two...

No!

Showtime gets out in time but Mentis' attack is unrelenting. He hauls Showtime to his feet and looks to lock up the Backdrop Driver but Showtime desperately hits out with an elbow straight to NCM's injured forehead. A spot of red immediately shows up under the bandage and it is literally like a red rag to a bull for Showtime, he sees the blood and throws punches rapidly into the forehead.

Jerry Andrews: After the war he had with Alexa Black earlier tonight, Mentis does not look 100%.

Ace Anderson: 100? He's got a hole in his FACE, Andrews! How many percent would you lose for that?

Showtime continues to hammer away with forearms as NCM reels back against the ropes. The bandage wrapped around NCM's head is already beginning to turn an ugly shade of pink when Showtime stops the attack and attempts to whip his opponent across the ring. A reversal sends Wryght into the ropes instead and as he rebounds Mentis explodes forward with a Yakuza Kick... and Showtime executes a baseball slide. Before Mentis can react, Showtime grabs his leg mid-slide and drags him down to the mat in an instant before sliding out to the floor.

Leg still in hand, the PCW President gets down to business. The leg, injured by Alexa Black two Trauma's ago, is lifted into the air and slammed viciously down on the ring apron. With a grunt of pain, NCM tries to recover his leg but Showtime refuses to let go and delivers a second crippling blow.

The referee begins his count but Showtime is not willing to back off yet. He pulls down NCM's knee pad and unloads directly on the knee with a barrage of strikes. The onslought continues until the referee reaches a count of five and Wryght finally decides to bring the action back inside the ring. He slides under the bottom rope and simultaniously wraps NCM's injured leg around the bottom rope. Quickly he puts all his strength into pulling the foot and contorting the knee-joint using the rigid rope.

The referee gets to a four count before Showtime finally releases and takes a step back. He knows well enough that he needs to keep on NCM and now all him any room to breathe. He drags NCM to his feet and tries to whip him into the ropes, but the Born Psycho plants his one good leg and reverses. Showtimes rebounds and is caught by a sudden and surprising DumDumDrop that puts him down hard!

One...

Two...

THR...NO!

Again Showtime just gets his shoulder off the mat in time but NCM knows his time is short with both a hole in his head and a bum leg. He climbs to his feet and, knowing he at least has two good arms, immediately goes for the finish by trying to lock in the Touch of Insanity.

Jerry Andrews: NCM's going for the Dragon Sleeper, he doesn't use it often but he has to find a way to beat Showtime and fast!

NCM tries to put some torque into the Dragon Sleeper, using the arm for extra leverage. Showtime struggles for the ropes but he's in the middle of the ring with no hope of reaching the break.

Ace Anderson: Right now Showtime has to be wishing he had a Justin Kaard to break this up!

But Showtime knows his technical skills and with no other option he pushes hard and gets up to his feet in the hold. NCM does his best to keep hold and hooks the arm tighter, but doing so sparks a thought in Showtime and with a sudden burst of speed he twists his whole body and swings the momentum of the hold back on Mentis, forcing him to break and allow Showtime to transition into a Reverse DDT with an armlock of his own.

In an instant he takes the hold and twists once more before plummeting to the ground with a sickening arm-trap Stunner!

Jerry Andrews: Sweetness! Out of nowhere, The Sweetness!

NCM drops to the mat and Showtime quickly hooks the leg and makes the pin.

One...

Two...

...

THREE!

NCM kicks out but Russo's hand has already hit the mat!

Winner: Michael "Mr. Showtime" Wryght via Pinfall; Showtime pins NCM

As The Black Keys' "Gold on the Ceiling" begins to play, NCM is rising angrily from the mat - but Showtime isn't hanging around for a congratulatory hug! PCW's PResident bails from the ring and collects his International Title before leaving to the not-so-gracious reaction of the PCW Faithful, the cameras zooming in on the announcer's table for the final remarks of the evening.

Jerry Andrews: What a night we've had here on Trauma! Don't forget to get your orders in for the upcoming Pay-Per-View, Living a Legacy EIGHT! With everything we've seen here tonight, you know it's gonna be -

Ace Anderson: Wait, what is he doing here? The show's OVER!

The camera quickly turns, focusing on Rick Majors who has jumped over the ringside barrier and is making his way to the ring.

Jerry Andrews: Doesn't he know we have an entrance ramp?

Majors takes a mic from the timekeeper's table and rolls into the ring. He stands up and starts circling around the ring as he speaks.

Rick Majors: You know.... perhaps I was a little naive.

Majors pauses for a moment before continuing.

Rick Majors: A couple of weeks ago I came out here and I tried to reason with The Darkness. I tried to tell them that they didn't need to take the path that they're currently on. I tried to use myself as a cautionary tale of what happens to those who allow anger and hatred to consume them. But, from the beating they gave me that night, I apparently didn't get through to them.

Jerry Andrews: That's a bit of an understatement.

Ace Anderson: I mean, honestly, what did he expect?

Rick Majors: It appears that, as a group, the members of The Darkness actually prevent one another from listening to reason. It's a psychological phenomenon called "groupthink" that occurs within a group of people in which the desire for harmony or conformity in the group results in an irrational or dysfunctional decision-making outcome.

Jerry Andrews: Is he serious right now?

Ace Anderson: Rick Majors, I know you mean well, but please.... PLEASE stop.

The crowd clearly isn't interested in Majors' speech.

Rick Majors: So, because of this, they're not going to listen to me. I've accepted that. But I haven't given up on helping them. Unfortunately, now I have no choice but to destroy their little group. I will set them free by ripping them apart.

Ace Anderson: Okay, that sounds little better.

Rick Majors: Because that's what everyone wants, right? Violence?

The crowd cheers.

Rick Majors: This is exactly what I was taught to avoid in anger management classes. I was told to solve problems with calm discussion and not anger. But that's tough. Especially in wrestling. I mean, who has time for a rational discussion when you could be watching someone get their head kicked in!? But I'm not going to give into those feelings. I....

At this point, the four members of The Darkness arrive at ringside, Baby Jenks' face cleaned off but her nose a nasty taped up mass of bruise.

Ace Anderson: Well, speaking of someone getting their head kicked in.....

Rick Majors looks over at the Alexa Black, Baby Jenks and the Shaw Brothers.

Rick Majors: Oh good, you're here. Now I know you're probably thinking of attacking me again, but I want to give you another chance to hear me out and.....

The Darkness enters the ring. Baby Jenks steps forward. She looks at Majors and then throws a stiff right hand to his head that connects - hard.

Ace Anderson: Rick.... Rick... it's not working. They're going to kill you.

Majors stumbles backwards. Jenks takes another step forward and she throws another right hand. Majors is dropped to the mat. Alexa Black and The Shaws swarm him, but Jenks appears to call them off.

Jerry Andrews: I think Baby Jenks wants to take Majors out on her own.

Ace Anderson: That should be pretty easy. He's still not fighting back!

Majors staggers up to his feet, using the ropes to steady himself. Jenks kicks him in the stomach. She then throws another right hand... this time Majors blocks it! Majors grabs her arm and traps it! He then knees her in the stomach! Majors then starts to unload on the back of Jenks' head with a series of elbows!

Jerry Andrews: And now he is!

Ace Anderson: That's more like it!

The Shaws and Alexa approach, but Majors quickly releases Jenks and slides out of the ring to the outside, escaping yet another beating. Majors takes a second to compose himself and he picks up another microphone. He starts to back up the ramp, speaking to The Darkness as he leaves the ringside area.

Rick Majors: Hell, I tried. I tried to use words. I tried to be rational. I tried to give you a second chance. I wanted to do what's right and, well, I'm done with that for now. Sometimes there's no reasoning with people. So.... I'm going to do what I probably should have done a lot earlier. I'm going to embrace these feelings that I have right now. I'm going to take you on, head on. And I'm going to make you wish that you had listened to me.

Majors looks right at the four competitors in the ring with a new determination in his eyes.

Rick Majors: I AM going to destroy you. I am going to end The Darkness and allow the light in.

Majors take a moment to catch his breath.

Rick Majors: Now, I know what you're thinking. I'm just one man. And an old, injured man at that. You're right. I'm old. I'm beaten up. And I'm alone. But that just means I have to work quickly and effectively. I don't have much time. My wrestling career won't go on forever. There aren't too many matches left in me. But there are enough matches left for me to burn The Darkness to the ground.

With that, Majors drops the microphone and disappears backstage, Alexa leaning over to murmur something in her sister's ear... Baby Jenks' attention locked on Majors and her eyes flashing with murderous rage as she stares after him.

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First things first - a TREMENDOUS thank you to my creative team, and an extra special shoutout to match writers Brenna Gordon & Dontevius Ellis ! I want to thank everyone for being so patient while we got everything all squared away, and we all hope it was worth the wait. NOW LET'S GET FIRED UP FOR LIVING A LEGACY VIII!!!

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