Trauma 194 Results!

[Eira]

Thursday June 23rd, 2016

The scene opens to a rambunctious crowd, fans still finding their way to their seats like marbles in a pachinko game. Shouts, hoots, and hollers add to the noise, the PCW Faithful getting themselves wound up for the night!

Jerry Andrews: Our opening match tonight brings together one of our most seasoned veterans with a rookie and a newcomer. It's Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith versus Razor Blade and Alex Hayes.

Ace Anderson: We'll see what the newbies can bring to the table, but it's going to take some skills to get past CB!

Match One

Triple Threat Match

Razor Blade vs. Alex Hayes vs. "Crazy Boy" Tyrone Smith

Referee: Nigel Gale

"Suplex," by A Tribe Called Red blares over the airwaves. A figure of an eight bit Native American from the old SNES days appears on the jumbo-tron and then shifts to Native American children watching wrestling and practicing the moves they see. About twenty seconds later, Alexander Hayes walks out from behind the curtain. He is dressed in a black and blue singlet. The top half is blue and the bottom half is black. As he makes his way down the ring, he high fives some of the younger audience members. When he gets to the ring, he slides underneath the bottom rope and walks in the center of the ring and raises a fist high in the air as the lights turn into a black and white mixture forming, underneath his feet an eagle feather. After ten seconds of this, the feather fades and the lights go back up in the arena.

Jim Johnson's "The Truth Reigns" echoes through the arena.

Jerry Andrews: Here comes Razor!

Ace Anderson: The crowd goes mild!

Jerry Andrews: That was mean, Ace.

Ace Anderson: Have you EVER known me to be nice?

Jerry Andrews: Point taken.

He comes out from the back of the Audience in walks down the steps. Razor high fives his fans and walks down, then stops. He climbs over the barricade pausing for a minute before hopping onto the apron. He soaks in the atmosphere as he raises both his arms in the air.

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 and waits for the bell to be rung.

Gale calls for the bell. The three men size each other up, Hayes being the shortest of the three. Razor and Crazy boy decide to lock up. Hayes takes the opportunity to scale the turnbuckles, leaping off with a Whispering wind, but Razor catches him and drums him down to the mat with a fall away slam. Hayes rolls out of the ring to regroup as Smith and Blade circle before tying up again.

Razor uses his slight leverage advantage to guide CB to the corner. He delivers a series of European uppercuts before peeling Tyrone from one corner and careening him to the opposite side. Charging in, Razor is greeted by a boot to the face that sends him Spinning around just as Hayes re-enters the ring. Hayes kicks Blade in the midsection, doubling him over and following it up with a DDT in the center of the ring.

Hayes goes for a cover, but the ref isn't even in place before a flying Crazy Boy frog splashes atop the pile to break up the count. Clutching his ribs a bit, Smith pulls Hayes to his feet and back down again with a fireman's carry takedown. A leg drop later, and CB pulls Hayes upright once more. Throwing the newcomer over his shoulders, Smith spins before executing a Samoan Drop.

Jerry Andrews: Crazy Airlines!

Ace Anderson: Destination Samoa.

CB goes for a cover, garnering only a two count before Razor drags him off of the fallen rookie. Grabbing a mitt full of blonde locks, Blade yanks Smith to his feet. Razor whips Crazy Boy to the corner, following close behind for a clothesline that nearly send the Crazy One over the top rope. Razor smashes his shoulder into Tyrone's guts, knocking what little wind out that may have been residing there.

Hayes staggers back to his feet, charging at Razor, but the Big Guy side-steps the move, causing the fresh meat to crash into the veteran. Razor steps back for a running start, splashing all of his weight on the pair in the corner. Hayes begins to fall backwards, helped to the mat in a less than gentle manner by Blade. CB wilts to the mat, nearly out of gas. Razor places a foot on the throat on the throat of Crazy Boy, punishing him as the ref reprimands him. He breaks clean after the four count.

Razor goes to collect Smith, which earns him a series of brutal kicks as CB fights to a standing position. He climbs the second turnbuckle, monkey flipping over into a pinning predicament. The zebra slides into position, managing a long two count before Razor gets his shoulder up. Crazy Boy wastes no time bounding off of the second rope for a lionsault. Rather than go for the pin again, CB slings Blade to the ropes, nailing Razor right in the mush with a spinning heel kick.

Crazy Boy shimmies up the turnbuckles once more, taking to the air and crashing down with another frog splash on Blade. Smith hooks the leg.

..1!

....2!

......Thr-NO!

Hayes breaks up the pinfall with a boot to Tyrone's noggin. Hayes yanks Smith to his feet, shoving him to the ropes. Hayes tries to put a stiff boot in CB's stomach, but the wily veteran caught it. Thinking quickly, Hayes tries for an enziguri, but again, it misses its mark. Now Crazy boy has both of the newcomer's legs. CB steps through, turning it into a double leg Boston Crab. Gale checks for a submission, but the willful recruit isn't giving up. Slowly, Hayes begins to make his way to the ropes, but Crazy Boy pulls him back to the center. Smith arches back, adding pressure to the move. Hayes yowls in pain.

Just as Hayes' hand is about to slap the mat, Razor hits a diving clothesline that forces the hold to be broken. Tyrone is thrown from the ring from the impact, and Hayes attempts to crawl out of the ring. Razor doesn't let Hayes escape, instead pulling him back to the middle of the ring, locking in a single leg Boston Crab of his own. His back already in pain from his encounter with CB, Hayes' eyes grow as wide as saucers, his face a grimace of agony, yet he refuses to give up when asked by the zebra.

Once again, Hayes is saved from tapping out, this time via Crazy Boy dropkick to Razor's head. Smith stands Blade up, dropping him with a single-armed snap DDT before shoving him out of the ring for good measure. CB quickly collects Hayes and sets him up...

Jerry Andrews: Crazy Slam!

Ace Anderson: That's all, folks!

Gale calls for the bell after the three count and raises Tyrone's hand in victory.

Winner: Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith!

PART 1

Jury stood in the ring which oddly enough was decorated with a red heart shaped rug that Jury stood in the middle of, red roses, and statues of little fairies shooting heart tipped arrows. The big monster that is Jury stands nervous in his black suit, hair pulled back into a man bun, and both a single rose and microphone in hand.

Jury: “I've been battling something inside me since our first encounter, I didn't know if it was wanting to rip your head off or drop to my knees to worship you.”

Jury is sweating as he dances from one foot to the other, using his forearm to wipe away eye stinging sweat.

Jury: “I came off as a prick the last time we met Angelina, and I'm sorry for that because I don't express feelings everyone else or may be I have an image to keep but I made up my mind and I want to express that to you.”

Ace Anderson: Is she going to...

Jerry Andrews: No sign of a response, man.

Ace Anderson: Damn, that's cold.

Match Two

Underground Championship Match

Fatal Four Way

"All Day" Dontevius Ellis vs. Brenna Gordon (Underground ©) vs. Alexa Black (North American ©) vs. Baby Jenks

Referee: Eric Russo

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

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

She mocks the crowd and badmouth fans on the way using various profanity which has to be bleeped out.

As she continues to walk down to the ring as the crowd grows louder and louder so even the announcers can't get a word in over the booing.
She reaches the ring and Alexa climbs up on the ring apron
She enters the ring and the crowd starts throwing rubbish at her . Food and cups of beer fly in from all directions but she simply doesn't care
The music fades out as Alexa stays in the ring waiting for her next victim while The Shaw brothers remain at ringside in her corner for the match.

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.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jerry Andrews: Welcome back to Trauma and... isn't this a tense situation, Ace?

Ace Anderson: It may look like we have two teams here but don't let that fool you, these is everyone for themselves!

A wise head is required to officiate and luckily we have it in senior referee Eric Russo who signals for the bell to get the match started. The beginning is tense and tentative as Brenna and Dontevius resolve to keep a temporary truce in the face of their united opposition. But who are Alexa and Jenks fooling? Tentative is not their style and before the fledgling alliance can get started, The Darkness charges.

A duo of clotheslines aim at the heads of 'Born of Myth All Day' and look to knock them out of the ring... but the couple duck the blows and move into the middle of the ring. The Darkness hit the ropes and rebound in stereo boots to the gut and are stopped dead in their tracks. Gordon and Ellis hit opposite ropes and look to attack with dual kicks to the head but again The Darkness moves and threatens to send Ellis and Gordon into each other.

The alliance puts the brakes on just in time to avoid hitting each other... but Black and Jenks slam kicks of their own into their opponents' faces that send them reeling to the outside of the ring.

Jerry Andrews: Alexa and Baby Jenks are going to be hard to beat if they back each other up like this.

Ace Anderson: But sooner or later they'll have to turn on each other if there's going to be a result.

That moment isn't now, though. Jenks makes a beeline for Brenna Gordon immediately, climbing out of the ring to attack while Black goes after Ellis. Jenks goes to grab Brenna and throw her into the security barrier but Brenna reverses and sends Jenks head first into the barrier. Meanwhile Dontenius puts some distance between himself and the North American Champion, drawing Alexa away toward the commentary table.

Jerry Andrews: Oh god darn it... not this way Ellis!

'All Day' holds his ground at ringside as Alexa ruthlessly chases and the two clash with brutal shots. The crowd are chanting for Dontevius but he can't gain a foothold in the fist fight and Alexa gains the upper hand before bouncing his face off the commentary table. With Ellis stunned, Alexa takes the opening to throw him viciously into the steel ring post, knocking him to the ground.

The fight on the other side of the ring continues with Brenna and Baby Jenks exchanging punches in a savage display of bitterness. Even with the strength of Jenks, the extra 16 lbs of momentum behind Gordon's strikes pays dividends as she gains an opening and lands a hard knee to the midsection.

Gordon is about to roll Jenks back into the ring to find some space to unleash her submission expertise when she's blindsided by Alexa Black who rakes a forearm across her face. Even as Jenks has the benefit of her partner, she doesn't relent in her fight. She attacks with venemous rights and lefts, not caring what part of Brenna Gordon she hits.

Jerry Andrews: We're used to seeing a kind of unhinged brutality from The Darkness, but Baby Jenks is possessed!

Ace Anderson: She went straight for the champion and she is not backing down, not one bit.

Alexa manages to get hold of Brenna just long enough to throw her into the ring and is met with a barbarous look from Jenks as if her favourite toy was taken away. For once the voice of reason seems to be Black as she ushers Jenks into the ring in tight formation. As the Darkness members get to their feet, so does Gordon and the defending champion is the first to react. She fires off quick kicks, landing blows on both of her rivals in quick succession. They aren't enough to stop the two individuals from standing though.

Alexa and Jenks get to their feet and push Brenna backward. Out of her comfort zone, Gordon valiantly fires off blow after blow but eventually she's got nowhere to go when she hits the ropes. Jenks reacts first and pounces with a violent forearm to the head. She rains down blows until Alexa grabs an arm and Jenks does the same. They whip Brenna across the ring with pace and look to hit a double back elbow, but Brenna executes a baseball slide to duck the attack.

The Darkness turns to find their target again and...

Jerry Andrews: All Day Airlines!

From nowhere Dontevius Ellis flies off the top rope and lands a Missile Dropkick that sends both Black and Jenks to the mat.

The Darkness get to their feet but Dontevius intercepts Alexa before she has the opportunity to get moving. He lands a Flying Forearm, and when Alexa pushes back to her feet quickly he doesn't hesitate to fire off a second. When she rises again, Ellis snaps off a perfectly executed Dropkick. Alexa drops to the ground and rolls evasively to the outside once more while Ellis takes a moment to revel in his athleticism before Baby Jenks brands a right hand into the side of his face and lands a combo of unrelenting headbutts that send him to the outside with her teammate.

Jerry Andrews: A vicious attack from Baby Jenks again!

Ace Anderson: Or was she just trying to get Brenna Gordon to herself again?!

Baby Jenks turns but she is met by Gordon who, now with a lot more time and space, unleashes her arsenal of submission manoeuvres with a Triangle Choke, the 'Going Under'. Jenks tries to leverage herself again the pull of the move, trying to keep her feet and shuffle toward the ropes but the dead weight of Gordon is a lot to drag.

As Jenks gets closer to the ropes, Brenna realises her chance is slipping so she attempts to transition into a Cross Armbreaker and drag Jenks to the mat. This time it's Gordon who is outmatched by the strength of her opponent. Jenks holds her ground and lands an unfiltered stomp straight to the head of her rival. The stomps keep coming and a blood-curdling blunt thudding fills the arena until Brenna's arms give way. The damage is done to Jenks as her arm is hanging limp against her side.

On the outside Alexa and Dontevius are on their feet and battling away again. Both competitors are striking hard at each other and trying to find an opening and it's Alexa who finds it when Ellis misses a haymaker, is forced off balance and gives her the space to land a crushing Facebreaker Kick.

Ellis collapses on the commentary table, sending Jerry Andrews and Ace Anderson scattering. Alexa looks in the ring to see Baby Jenks in control and thinks about getting into the action there herself... but she has unfinished business on the outside. Dontevius pulls himself off the table and arrogantly tells The Black Widow to bring her best shot. Angered by the hubris of her rival, Alexa charges forward with reckless abandon... and Ellis grabs her out of the air with a Spectacular Catch on the outside!

The Powerslam/Brainbuster Combination lands Alexa out cold on the floor while Dontevius starts to feel the after effects of the blunt trauma to his face. In the ring Jenks fights off the damage to her arm with pure spite and drags Brenna Gordon back to her feet. Gordon is practically limp as Jenks methodically places her head between her legs and sets up for her trademark Powerbomb. She holds her in place of a moment, as if emphasising her dominance and making a point, then uses her strength to haul Gordon up onto her shoulders.

Her strength is one thing, but the damage tells and the grip in her injured arm gives out. Brenna manages to wrestle free and drops out of the back door, readying herself as Baby Jenks turns and...

Jerry Andrews: RIPTIDE!

The running Sling Blade hits and catches Baby Jenks cold! Brenna hooks the leg instantly...

One...
Two...

Dontevius Ellis manages to drag himself onto the apron and lunge into the ring...

THREE!

But he's not quick enough!

Winner: Brenna Gordon via Pinfall; Gordon pins Jenks

A second later and one of two things could have happened; either Ellis would have made the save or Baby Jenks would have kicked out. But unluckily for the two challengers it wasn't a second later. Instead referee Eric Russo lifts Brenna Gordon's arm is victory and hands over the Underground Title.

As Brenna gets to her feet with the belt, Ellis withdraws, berating himself over his inability to get back into the ring in time. Alexa stews angrily as she come to on the outside. Inside the ring, Baby Jenks pushes herself to her feet, trembling with frustration and clenching her fists as she sees her rival holding the belt high.

Suddenly Jenks charges right up to Brenna Gordon and the fans react violently, shouting down the Darkness member as she squares up to the reigning Underground Queen. Neither woman backs down, neither woman goes on the attack, they both stare at each other with white-hot intensity. The cameras train in on the faces of the two competitors, just inches apart, and easily pick up the shout from Baby Jenks...

“YOU'RE ON THE LIST NOW, BITCH!”

With that Jenks barges past Gordon, bashing through her shoulder before rolling to the outside of the ring to join up with Alexa Black. The Darkness stalks off up the ramp, leaving Brenna to her victory and to ponder when the 'list' will get down to her as ”What the Water Gave Me” serenades the crowd.



PART 2


The camera shifts to backstage we find a frenzied Jury lumbering through the halls with clenched fists.

Jury: “Has anyone seen Jenks?”

The PCW crew members all shook their heads trying their best to avoid his glaring eyes. Jury grabs the closest guy (it's Gary. He grabbed Gary, who is always kinda shady and always knows something but you got to rough him up show him who is boss) holding a clipboard pulling him right into Jury's face.

Jury: “Gary, don't fuck with me, where the Hell is Jenks?”

Gary the Shady PCW employee: “I can't say I saw her here or there, and if I did I couldn't see the when or where.”

Cindy: “Let Gary go you big meanie! I saw her go into the locker room.”

Jury smiled letting Gary go, smoothing out his shirt. He patted the bald man and shot Cindy the finger before taking off towards Jenks room. When he got there it was standing open, Jenks in the back and she went tense as the big man's shadow poured into the locker room.

Jury: “You and me right now, no bullshit Angelina.”

He steps in and looks to his left, shocked.

Jury: “You.”

And the door closes.

The feed returns to something a bit different than the raucous crowd of revelers expected. A dimly lit space wavers slowly into view, a blurred vision coming into focus.

“I have heard through these pipes that I have been falsely accused of destroying, that my opponent tonight finds my rebirth to be an act. An act, Mr. Michaels?”

Seromine slowly turns his head away from the eight orange candles facing him. Each flame dancing in the darkness without so much as indicating where he may be at. His long, light brown hair partially conceals his rugged face. His thick beard sticking out from just underneath. Only the corners of his eyes can be made out. Black as night from the contact lenses, with the white pentagram design obscured by both light and shadow.

“You amuse me. You amuse US! An ACT you say? I’ll give you an act. Remember last year when I returned with that sad, pathetic piece of shit I once called a friend? A brother? Do you remember what happened to us? Those losses because HE broke down like the frail shell he is?

That was an act. Tha UnHoly Alliance was pure theater. I manipulated him the way I did Baby Jenks last Trauma. Fed him to the wolves to prove my point that he had nothing left. And when the time came to finally show the world what I knew, I put him down like a horse with a broken leg!”

Seromine by this point begins to slowly work his way into hysterics, his voice echoing against the walls of his location. In his hands is the sinister looking Owl mask that he now wears as part of his new identity. His laughter dies down as the emotionless tone returns.

“Tonight will be Act Two my former friend. You as well have found yourself on the wrong side of history more than once. PCW has deemed you a piece of meat, and I am that proverbial wolf that will rip you to shreds. You keep telling yourself you know who I am to find peace in your return. Comfort yourself and your family with that lie, as you have told so many over the course of your career. Tonight will be just another failure in the book of Justin Michaels. Just another man from my past who needs to be left there.”

Willard slips the mask slowly over his face, throwing his hair behind his head. One by one his followers emerge on camera and begin to pick up the candles behind their leader.

“Like The Anarchist you once knew. It’ll all be over soon, Stormm. Ashes to Ashes.”

Darkness returns following their departure.

Match Three

Triple Threat Match

"The Adrenaline King" Justin Kaard vs Nathan Saniti vs Andy D (International ©)

Referee: Joseph Buckland

The arena darkens as the stage fills with a heavy white smoke as the opening chords of Fall Out Boy '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.

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

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

Jerry Andrews: Kaard looks ready for his opponents but can anybody truly be ready for what’s coming?

Ace Anderson: What, the result of mixing energy drinks and Nyquil?

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

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.

Jerry Andrews: We’ve got the former World Champion and current International Champion. Now, we’re only waiting on one more.

Ace Anderson: Now coming to the ring, straight out of a fairy tale...

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

"Free!"

Nathan steps out, planting his cane directly in front of his with both hands, a huge unnerving smile on his face.

"Yeah I'm free. From your inciting."

The Mystical Madman begins sauntering down the ramp, tipping his hat at the audience in appreciation.

"You can't brainwash me. You've got a problem."

He ascends the stairs, wiping his feet before stepping between the top and middle ropes. As he doffs his top hat with a flourish, an explosion sets off in a circle from each turnbuckle three times. Once the pyro dies down, He places his hat atop the ring post on his corner and removes his patchwork trench coat.

The three competitors stalk around the ring, looking for their opening to strike. Suddenly, Kaard dives after Saniti while Andy D goes for Kaard. Kaard gets a few stiff shots in on Saniti staggering him backward but Andy D delivers a dropkick to the back of Kaard. Kaard tumbles forward as Saniti leaps into the air, wrapping his ankles around Kaards neck. In a mid-air twist, Saniti is able to fling Kaard through the ropes and he freefalls into the barrier and floor outside the ring. Taking advantage of Saniti’s vulnerability, Andy D charges in for his Dragon’s bite but Saniti uses his quickness to sweep by Andy, grasping his head and neck and driving himself down to the canvas in a creative neckbreaker. Andy D rolls under the bottom rope holding his neck. Saniti approaches as Andy rises but Andy is able to use the ropes to slingshot himself over, grasping his legs around the neck of Saniti and delivering a hurricanrana sending Saniti tumbling into the corner. Feeling the shake of the ring, Andy alertly turns to check behind him as Kaard, already flying through the air, delivers a vicious forearm to Andy’s face. As Andy crumples to the mat, Kaard dives on top for the cover.

1!

2!

Kickout!

Andy D rolls away and looks up at Kaard in defiance. Kaard, who quickly recovered following the failed pin attempt, tries to stay on top of the reeling International Champion but Andy D springs up similar to a frog, and wraps his arm around Kaard’s neck, twisting him and driving him down to the mat in a tornado DDT. Andy covers.

1!

Saniti dives in to make the save!

Quickly positioning himself on Andy’s back, Saniti pulls the arms up onto his knees and reaches to place his fingers into Andy D’s mouth but Kaard delivers a hard shot that rocks Saniti backward and off Andy D’s back. Andy wisely rolls out of the way as Kaard pursues Saniti, smelling blood. He delivers lightning fast yet brutal kicks to the body and limbs of Saniti who tries to move to escape Kaard’s blazing speed. Saniti finally ducks a kick which spins Kaard and Saniti leaps into the air, performing a backflip but grabs Kaard’s head and drives it into the mat in a shooting star DDT-type maneuver. Following the creative move, Saniti scrambles to Kaard to make the pin attempt.

1!

2!

Andy D moonsault’s off the top rope onto both competitors!

Jerry Andrews: A lot of near falls already in this high-intensity matchup!

Ace Anderson: Too fast. I don’t like it. It’s like “why the hurry” you know?

Jerry Andrews: They are trying to win the match. You know that, right?

Ace Anderson: My eyes don’t have DVR to rewind, Jerry. I check out that girl in the front row for a second and someone is pinning someone else! It’s madness!

Jerry Andrews: You were just checking out those nachos she’s eating.

Ace Anderson: It’s like we’re soulmates, Jerry.

Jerry Andrews: That’s not awkward at all.

Andy rolls away again, grabbing his abdomen in pain. Saniti twists on the mat as he clutches at his lower back. Kaard, who was in the process of trying to kick out, grabs the leg that Andy landed on and uses his other leg to scoot across the mat in pain. Andy D uses the ropes to pull himself up. He eyes the two competitors and goes for Kaard. Saniti, however, is able to grab the leg of Andy D and pull him away from Kaard. Andy turns, kicks Saniti in the face, and turns to take an enzuigiri from the quick Justin Kaard. Kaard falls and grabs his legs again having taken the impact to his bad leg. Saniti is the one that is able to capitalize as he pulls himself on top of the motionless Andy D.

1!

2!

Shoulder up!

Saniti eyes Andy D as he recovers and begins to climb to his feet. Saniti stays behind him and stalks, waiting.

Jerry Andrews: We’ve seen this plenty of times, haven’t we? Imagine what this will do for Saniti, beating the current International Champion!

Ace Anderson: I mean, it’s not like he didn’t beat the current World Champion recently. Or the former North American Champion. Or…

Jerry Andrews: Why do you have to ruin the hype?

Ace Anderson: That’s the best thing about hype trains. They always derail.

Once Andy reaches his feet, Saniti hooks his arms from behind and lifts Andy D and smiles. That very smile then has a meeting with a knee from the apparent masochist Justin Kaard as he leaps to interfere before pulling himself to the ropes in pain. Andy quickly grasps the head of Saniti and drops to a seat, hitting a brutally angled neckbreaker on the dazed Saniti. Andy looks around from his sitting position and smiles. He turns to look at Saniti and backs away to the far ropes. Saniti, shaking the cobwebs loose, slowly pushes himself off the mat. Andy D lines him up but Justin Kaard crawls over to intervene. Andy sees the attempt, shrugs, and charges. The result was a Double Dragon Bite so brutal and cool, it far surpassed any video game that may have just come to mind. After the impact, Kaard rolls away and falls to the outside to save himself. Unfortunately for both he and Saniti, Saniti’s reaction was not nearly as fortunate. Andy D throws himself on top of Saniti as the referee counts.

1!

2!

3!

Winner: Andy D via pinfall!

Ace Anderson: An excellent win to a great match!

Jerry Andrews: Andy D. had been rumored to be suffering from serious ring rust, but he's done nothing but bring his game in every time!

Ace Anderson: The next match is coming RIGHT up, but first, a word from our sponsors!

As Trauma returns, the camera is focused on the announce team.

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, on the last episode of Trauma, we watched as the Shaw Brothers attacked Rick Majors in the parking lot, shoved him into the trunk of a car and drove off. No one has heard from Majors since. However, I've just recently received word that our producers have been emailed a pretty disturbing video, apparently from The Darkness and that this video provides some details about Rick Majors. I haven't seen this video myself, but I'm told that it's very uncomfortable to watch.

Ace Anderson: Yeah, I haven't seen it either, but I've heard the details and it sounds pretty worrying.

Jerry Andrews: In the interest of providing the PCW Faithful with all of the information we have on the whereabouts of Rick Majors as well as the recent actions of The Darkness, we're going to air this video now. We haven't been able to verify the exact date on this video, but it appears to have been filmed a few days ago. Please be warned that this footage is raw, unedited and could be disturbing for some viewers.

With that, the scene cuts to a shaky cell phone video. The room is quite dimly lit. There don't appear to be any windows in the room. It could be a basement, from the looks of it, but it's tough to tell. The footage finally becomes more stable as it looks like someone has placed the phone filming it on a flat surface. As the camera focuses, a beaten Rick Majors can be seen. He's slumped over in a chair with his arms and legs are tied to the chair.

A voice that sounds like Baby Jenks speaks.

"So..... are you going to apologize to us for your actions yet?"

Majors slowly lifts his head up and looks off camera, at the person speaking. He responds quietly.

"No."

As soon as he says those words, the Shaw Brothers appear in the frame. One is holding a baseball bat and the other has a long, metal pipe. It's difficult to tell which is which as they are facing Majors, with their backs to the camera.

Majors is heard mumbling something inaudible and then one of the Shaws drives the pipe into his stomach. Majors yells in pain. The other Shaw follows up with the steel pipe, hitting Majors right in the shoulder. Another painful scream is heard.

"APOLOGIZE," says the same voice from before.

Majors says nothing. Baby Jenks walks into the frame and she slaps Majors across the face. Blood is seen flying from his mouth.

"YOU DUMB SON OF A BITCH!"

She slugs him again. And again. And again. In the background, off camera, someone is heard laughing. Is it Alexa Black? It could be....

Ace Anderson: That… I…

Jerry Andrews: This is like guerilla warfare!

Ace Anderson: Let’s - let’s get to the next match.

Match Four

Singles Match

#1 Contender for the International Championship

Seromine vs Justin “Stormm” Michaels

Referee: Charles Lim

The lights inside of the arena begin to flicker in and out like that of a potential power outage. Within seconds blinding white light flashes and then plunges the faithful into darkness. Static noise interferes with the house speakers, low at first but ending rather loud. It alternates into the test pattern sound for a few seconds, followed by an eerie silence.

“THEY’RE HERE...”

The famous line from Poltergeist echoes, ushering in the opening guitar riffs of 70’s occult rock inspired, “Son of the Devil” by Witching Altar. NO fancy lighting is provided, only that of seven candles being held by seven individuals. They walk up from underneath the stage, each dressed in ceremonial garb traditionally seen in rituals. Dirty bass and rhythmic drums soon explode into the unsettling ambiance of the entrance music…

Under rainy night
In a golden manger you’ve born
Fruit of a ritual rape
Generated within the womb of a whore

The four female followers are adorned in white, their masks are demonic takes of a Rattlesnake, Wolf, Pig and Rabbit. Opposite them are the three male followers dressed in black. Their masks consist of a Ram, Grizzly and Goat. They line the ramp, the soft candlelight glow illuminating the way for the emerging Seromine, who also has a candle and is sporting a blood red robe with a Great Horned Owl mask concealing his face.

Death struck the land
At the moment of your birth
People screamed and wept
But even their god was in dearth

Seromine saunters down the ramp, with his followers marching behind him as he passes. Ignoring the booing of the fans, they pair off to circle around the ring. One by one, all eight place their candles inside of stands and remain by them. Seromine removes his robe. His long stringy hair hanging loose in front of his face. Oddly enough he elects not to enter the ring, instead opting to glare towards the entrance, with his group doing the same from their vantage points.

Ace Anderson- This will be another match in the book of these two, as these two men have known each other for a long time Jerry.

Jerry Andrews- Both men may have changed names over the years, but their rivalry and at times an alliance, dates back for over a decade.

The arena lights dim down to a gentle glow and a dense fog begins to cover the entrance way. The fans start to raise to their feet as a sudden bright flash of light floods the crowd before a deafening crash of thunder rattles the foundation and leaves the arena in darkness. "Rock You Like a Hurricane" by The Scorpions instigates a small riot amongst those in attendance as flashes of light, like lightning, are all that illuminate the arena for the Force of Nature, and Justin Michaels appears through the curtain and onto the stage.

"HERE I AM, ROCK YOU LIKE A HURRICANE!"

Justin plays to the cheers of the fans from atop the ramp, and marches back and forth while interacting with those in attendance. He nods his head and points towards the fans recognizing all the support they provide before turning his attention back to the ring, and starts to make his way towards the squared circle.

Having made it to ringside, Stormm patrols around to the opposite side of the ring and gives a salute towards Ace and Jerry before hopping up onto the apron, and motions to the crowd once more.

"HERE I AM, ROCK YOU LIKE A HURRICANE!"

Justin climbs through the ropes and immediately scales the nearest turnbuckle to raise his hands into the air for all to see. The flash bulbs surge throughout the dark arena, mimicking the lightning flashes, as the lights finally brighten back to the venue's usual lighting. Justin repeats his actions and poses on the turnbuckle in the opposite corner before hopping down from the corner as his music fades out, but the overwhelming applause does not as he stands the ready for his match. Seromine enters the ring and Charles Lim calls for the bell as ”Rock You Like A Hurricane slowly fades out.

DING DING DING DING!!!!

Both men move towards the middle of the ring and stare each other down. The crowd is so loud, you wonder if you could hear yourself think. A returning Stormm and Seromine, glare holes through each other, a quick sudden move by Seromine, puts Justin in a defensive position. Seromine stands there, still in a cross pose that brings The Harbingers to start pounding the apron with their hands. Seromine moves out of his pose and his followers stop their annoyance, as Stormm looks down at them and then back up at Seromine who’s smiling. Right hand, rocks Justin back and then he counters with a punch of his own, he rocks back Seromine, who returns the favor. Both men punching away, Charles Lim tries to step in, but is quickly moved out for his mistake. Seromine swings and misses as Justin ducks it and hooks his arm behind his neck and hooks up a full nelson and sends Seromine into the air and slams him down to the mat with a full nelson slam. Seromine grabs the back of his head and rolls to his stomach and slithers his way out to the floor. Stormm is not hesitant about jumping outside and has dropped Seromine to the floor with a clothesline and is now standing face to face with the one with the rattlesnake mask on.

Jerry Andrews- Stormm has the upper hand and does not seem to be worried about the help outside of the ring.

Ace Anderson- Why should he be? His fight is with Seromine, there is no need to be bothered by the others.

Justin squints his eyes as the follower in the rattlesnake mask, takes a step forward. Justin turns his attention back to Seromine who is up on his feet and now has the upper hand with a knee to the midsection and slams Justin’s head into the mat with the referee’s count to seven, Seromine rolls Stormm into the ring and pulls himself up to the apron and then starts to climb up to the top rope and lands a missile dropkick, for a cover of one and a half. Seromine, locks in a leg lock on Justin’s left leg, Seromine is up and drives his knee into the inner part of Stormm’s, who is fighting with the pain. Seromine stomps away at said knee, placing it on the near bottom rope and leaping into the air and dropping his knee onto it again. A Texas cloverleaf is applied onto Justin, the referee is down asking Stormm if he wants to quit. But Justin is not giving in and is trying to fight his way out of it. Seromine wrenches back putting even more pressure onto the hold. Justin is squirming to pull the two over to the ropes. Stormm is almost there and places his hand on the bottom rope. A count is put on Seromine, who holds until four and then releases the hold, Justin pulls himself away from the man and is now pulling himself up to his feet. He is trying to take a few steps and limps during those steps, Seromine sees this and start to smile slightly and then starts to mock Justin before taking a charge and clipping him from behind. Justin is in pain and Seromine crawls over to the face of Stormm and shakes his head with a sarcastic look of pain on his face before widening his eyes and starts to scoop Justin’s eyes out with his thumbs.

Jerry Andrews- The hell is he doing? Disqualify him referee, he is a sick man.

Ace Anderson- He has a five count to deal with, before he can be disqualified.

Both men are up and Justin is nailed with a spinning heel kick, knocking him back into the corner. Seromine comes flying in with a stiff as a board clothesline that rocks Stormm’s head back, Seromine moves back and spins and then nails with a discus clothesline that drops Stormm to the mat as Seromine moved out to the middle of the ring after the clothesline. He panders to the crowd, before coming in with a knee right to the face of Justin, who just is limp as Seromine pulls him out of the corner and covers him. Seromine receives a two count before Justin gets the shoulder up. Seromine does not look too pleased with the referee and his slow counting as he let him know. Seromine stands up and looks down to the downed Stormm “WHATS A MATTER STORMMIE? DID YOU THINK IT WOULD BE THAT EASY?” yells Seromine before giving off a sinister laugh and spits at the fans that boo him. Seromine moves to the corner and uses the ropes to slide his way down to a sitting position, as if he is giving Justin a few moments to rest. Seromine picks at Stormm, telling him to “get up” and “let’s go Stormm, you didn’t come and go already did ya?” Justin is slowly making his way back up to his feet and Seromine sees this and pulls himself up and comes in and is met with a shot to the gut that stops him in his tracks.

Ace Anderson- Justin still has some fight left in him.

Jerry Andrews- Never count out Stormm, you should know that first hand Ace.

Another shot by The Force of Nature and stumbles Seromine back a few steps for Justin to get to his knees and throws a headbutt to the midsection that doubles him over to where Stormm can land a punch to the side of the face of Seromine. Another shot and Seromine is backed to the ropes and is clotheslined over the top rope and bounces off the mats below, Justin drops to a knee, trying to gain back some air and give his hurt knee a little rest as Seromine is surrounded by his followers and has a count put on him. Seromine is up and is a little dizzy, he makes his way back up to the apron and is turned around by Justin and has a sleep applied to him. The referee is counting Justin to release the hold, but he uses his strength to pull Seromine over the top rope and into the middle of the ring to stop the count. Lim checks to see if the hold is legal and it is. Seromine is looking like he is going to go down, but fights on and on, Stormm leans back, almost making it a hangman choke. But Seromine’s feet are barely lifted off the ground long enough for he him to give a short kick to the left leg of Stormm and uses the momentum of Justin going forward to land a jawbreaker to brake the hold.

Ace Anderson- Great counter by Seromine there.

Jerry Andrews- Just when Stormm got the upper hand, Seromine changes that.

Justin rocks back to the corner, Seromine comes charging in with a clothesline and slams chest first into the buckles as Stormm moves out of the way. Seromine comes stumbling out and is met with a clothesline and another clothesline, which is followed up with a back body drop, Stormm is on fire and the fans love it. Seromine is back up and hit with a belly to belly suplex and with a cover only a two count is given before the left shoulder of Seromine is up. Stormm is behind Seromine and wraps him up in a reverse ddt, but picks Seromine up with the help of his tights and Justin falls back and drops Seromine on the back of his head and neck with the hangcloud ddt. Stormm covers, but Seromine gets his right leg on the bottom rope to break up the pin count. Stormm slaps the mat and locks in a reverse chinlock on Seromine. Charles Lim is there to ask Seromine if he wants to give it up. Seromine looks like he is going out, but reaches up and scratches the eye of the Stormm. Justin quickly breaks the hold and Seromine is getting scolded for it. Justin swings wildly and hits Seromine and spins him around and applies a waistlock and takes him over with a German suplex. Seromine springs up from the impact and bounces off the ropes and comes back to the waiting hands of Stormm and connects with a ddt. Justin turns him over and gest a two count.

Jerry Andrews- Justin is getting two counts now, Seromine has had the battle turned on him.

Ace Anderson- This is a great match from these two guys, I must say that even I am impressed and that is not easy to do.

Stormm is up and has his second wind, which means there is a snap suplex in Seromine’s future and is completed, Justin pulls Seromine up and hits him with a belly to back suplex, another pin and another two count. Stormm is up and drops a few elbows to Seromine’s chest and is back up and is now telling Seromine to get back up to his feet. Seromine is slowly standing up and Justin decides to test his knee and hits a dropkick. Stormm is a rockin, as the crowd cheers him on. Seromine lands out on the ring apron. Stormm walks over with purpose and grabs Seromine by the hair and pulls him up and runs him over to the turnbuckles and slams his head into the top buckle, which he hits some of the iron connecting the buckle to the post and down goes Seromine, who is bleeding from the forehead after that shot. Stormm is backed away and Lim is not happy about what has happened. Justin is moving back over as Seromine is starting to roll back into the ring. Stormm is trying out the knee once again as he moves up to the top rope. Seromine is up on his feet and runs up to the middle turnbuckle and the two are fighting it out. Seromine spews his own blood into the face of Stormm and Seromine drops off as Justin loses his balance and topples off the top rope landing on the mat. Seromine is up and pulls Stormm up by the arm and gives him a short arm clothesline that drops Justin. But Seromine still has a hold of the arm of Stormm and pulls him up and into an intense looking ddt that drives the top of Justin’s head into the mat. Seromine is breathing heavily and gets to his knees to turn over Stormm and falls across his chest.

1….

2….

3….

DING DING DING DING!!!!

Winner: New Number One Contender For The International Championship - Seromine via Pinfall

Seromine flops over to his back and is showing off a smile while having his eyes shut.

Ace Anderson- Well there he is….Mister Num….

”Hail To The Chief” can now be heard playing in the arena. After some notes pass the tune is changed to ”Gold In The Ceiling” by The Black Keys is now being played and out comes the Pure Class Wrestling “President” Michael Wryght. He is making his way down to ringside, both Stormm and Seromine have made it up on their feet and are looking over to the aisle. Wryght is up on the apron and enters the ring and has been passed a microphone as ”Gold In The Ceiling” slowly fades out.

Jerry Andrews- What does he want now?

Michael Wryght- Well well, I guess I have to come out here and make things official. So Seromine….

Showtime says with a slight disgust in his voice.

Michael Wryght- You are now the new number one contender for the Pure Class Wrestling International Championship.

Michael moves over to Stormm with a slight head shake and disappointed look on his face as he gives Justin a few pats on the shoulder.

Michael Wryght- Now you two need to leave, so I the Show can go on.

Seromine exits first and passes through his horde, who are posing as crosses and then Stormm follows but gives a stink-eye to Seromine’s followers. They heckle him as he passes by them. Finally The Harbingers make their exit as well.

Main Event

Tag Match

Dan Fierce and Murdoc vs Grimm (World ©) and Michael “Mr. Showtime” Wryght
Referee: Ed Lane

Jerry Andrews: It's time for our Main Event!

Ace Anderson: And holy cow! What a match it is! On one sides, we have stable mates who know each other well; "Mr. Showtime" Michael Wryght and the World Champion Grimm!

Jerry Andrews: ...And on the other side, one of the strangest pairings I've seen in a while. The man-monster Murdoc is teaming up with the "Fabulous One" himself, Dan Fierce.

The PCW-Tron flashes

Ace Anderson: Speaking of whom...

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.

The crowd’s noise lapses into a wave of hushed murmurs as Audiomachine’s “Xerxes” kicks in over the PCW loudspeakers. The steady thump of the bass fills the arena like a heartbeat. And it's on one of these thumps that the lights go out, plunging the crowd into total darkness with a complete blackout as the music continues it’s relentless march. A blackout that can only mean ONE thing...

BOOM!!

...the final pulse of bass explodes and the lights flash back on to find Murdoc standing in the ring! Turning to his immediate left, he goes to one of the far corners to remove his entrance robe and begins stretching out in anticipation for the start of 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. 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.

Sparse percussion resonates throughout the arena and is soon joined by a droning, distorted bass line. At that, A Perfect Circle’s ”Counting Bodies Like Sheep to the Rhythm of the War Drums” stomps out of the speakers and marches through the aisles. The drums, the distortion, the voices – all work to herald the arrival of Grimm.

Don’t fret, precious, I’m here. Step away from the window.

He walks out to a single blue-white spotlight, stops to bask in the light and shadows, and scans the crowd. The Lord of Misrule closes his eyes and sighs before making the long walk to the ring, ignoring the fans along the way. The spotlight follows. The words work their way up through the layers of the song.

Go back to sleep.

Phinehas climbs up onto the apron and slides in between the ropes. Hopping up onto a turnbuckle, he casts his gaze out over the crowd with his arms at his side, eyes shifting to take in the sea of faces spread out before him. Grimm then drops down. He joins his teammate and waits, never removing his eyes from his foes.

Jerry Andrews: It looks like Fierce has opted to start the match for his team.

Ace Anderson: And after some deliberation in their corner, Wryght steps to the ring apron.

Lane signals for the match to start. Both men move in for a tie-up, but Fierce ducks under, walloping Grimm in the mush with an almost ballet-style foot arched over his back. Fierce retreats a bit, bouncing from leg to leg as Grimm checks his face for bleeding. The World Champ wordlessly nods his approval at being caught off guard by the Flamboyant One. Fierce just blows him a kiss. Grimm looks nonplussed.

The two shuffle in for a tie-up one more time, and once again, Fierce sidesteps it, this time, swatting the Hangtown Horror on the backside. Grimm stops in place, his eyes filling with hate briefly. The audience seems to be enjoying the spectacle. Fierce just wiggles his fingers coyly at the Lord of Misrule. The combatants go for a third tie-up, but Grimm sees the feint coming and clubs Fierce with a double axehandle for his efforts.

Fierce winces in agony as Grimm delivers another clubbing blow to the small of the Fabulous One's back. Smashing blow after blow finds its mark, driving Fierce to all fours. Finally, one more monstrous impact sends Dan flat to the mat. Measuring the distance, Grimm falls like a tree, headbutting Fierce's back. Fierce rolls around on the mat, grasping at his back.

Grimm collects his prey from the mat, sending him to the ropes. With a kick to the gut on the rebound, Grimm delivers a pumphandle slam, followed quickly by an elbow to the sternum. The Hangtown Horror peels the Fabulous One from the mat. Whipping Fierce to the turnbuckles, Grimm follows in with a back elbow across the painted face of his opponent. Fierce melts in the corner. Grimm lays a few stomps in before draping his boot across Fierce's throat, choking him. Lane start the five count, but Grimm lets up before he's disqualified.

Grimm pulls Fierce to his feet, leading him with a fistful of fine coif only to slam Fierce face first in his team's corner. Grimm roughs Dan's up with some hard punches to the midsection as Wryght enters the fray. Both men lay boots to the Flamboyant One, causing Murdoc to attempt to climb into the ring, but his advance is halted by the referee. Murdoc raises his hand as if he's about to swat a fly. Lane backpedals a bit, but admonishes the monster, finally convincing him to leave.

In the meantime, Grimm exits the ring, wrapping an arm around Fierce's neck in a blatant choke while Wryght drives knee after knee into Dan's gut. Showtime puts Fierce in a headlock, dragging him to the ropes and hammering him with a slingshot suplex that rattles the ring. Unrelenting, Wryght sends Fierce to the corner chest first. As Fierce clutches his aching bosom, Showtime locks in and executes a crossed arms back drop. Fierce sits up groggily before collapsing back to the mat. Michael brings Dan to standing on spaghetti legs, lifting him up and bringing him down for a pair of rather nasty looking backbreakers before finishing the trifecta with a side walk slam. Wryght stand Fierce and hurls him to the corner. He stalks to the corner, smashing the Fabulous One with a few spinning European uppercuts.

Showtime smiles smugly as he backs away for a running start at a clothesline, but Fierce manages to get a foot up to greet his foe. Wryght collapses to the mat as Dan explodes out of the corner, a look of absolute fury in his eyes. Showtime gets to his feet, only to be met with a flurry of chops and kicks that drives him to the corner with his arms up in guard. The onslaught from Fierce continues, breaking the barrier with a few well placed kicks and knees.

Fierce hip tosses Showtime out of the corner, then drags him back to the corner on the mat. He retreats for a running start, landing a bronco buster on PCW's President.

Ace Anderson: Hey! That's no way to treat our president!

Jerry Andrews: When you're done smelling what Showtime had for lunch yesterday...

Fierce keeps the offensive offensive going by pulling Showtime to his feet and groping his chest before delivering a stinging knife edge chop or three. Murdoc is clamoring for the tag, so Fierce leads the stunned Wryght to no man's land and making the tag. Murdoc steps over the top rope, wrapping a huge mitt around Showtime's throat. The zebra counts, getting a long four count. Murdoc relents only briefly before choking him again. After the third time, Lane admonishes Murdoc, threatening a DQ.

Murdoc headbutts Wryght and sends him to a neutral corner. Murdoc rushes in, drowning Hollywood's Golden Boy in punches, chops and kicks. Murdoc gathers his opponent up, dropping him face first on the top turnbuckle. As Showtime rebounds, he gets an unwanted taste of the man-monster's boot. Murdoc begins to stalk Wryght again, but Grimm throws a few choice words that gets his attention instead.

Murdoc and Grimm get nose-to-nose, Grimm trying to end the debate with a headbutt. Murdoc staggers back, but answers with one of his own that nearly topples the Hangtown Horror off of the ring apron. While Murdoc is distracted, Showtime chop blocks his knees, dropping the goliath and causing Fierce to race into the ring. His advances are thwarted by the ref though. Lane guides Dan back out of the ring. Meanwhile, the members of the Black Hand each grab one of Murdoc's legs and make a wish. Murdoc clutches his jewels as Showtime accentuates the attack with several stomps. Grimm calls for the tag, and Wryght obliges. The Lord of Misrule pulls the behemoth to his feet, whipping him to the ropes and suplexing him throat first across the top rope.

Murdoc lays prone over the top rope as Grimm gets to his feet. He hits the opposite side for a head of steam, but Fierce waylays Grimm in the back of the head with a kick. Lane and Grimm both scream their displeasure at Fierce, whose only response is "See? I can cheat too, bitch." Lane continues to admonish Fierce as Grimm returns his attention to the task at hand. Grimm pulls Murdoc to standing, but kisses a fist for his troubles. Showtime tries to come to his partner's aid, but a flash of light and a wallop from the Monster sends Showtime to the floor.

Ace Anderson: What the hell just happened?

Jerry Andrews: I'm not sure.

The camera zooms in on a patch of shiny, red, burned skin that wasn't on the President's once flawless face before. Murdoc snatches Grimm from the mat, placing his head between his legs for a piledriver. Murdoc sits Grimm up, burying a knee in his back and applying the Iron Claw. Grimm grimmaces grimmly as the grip begins to fade the use of his left arm. Showtime scrambles into the ring driving a boot across the Monster's head., causing the release. Lane argues with Wryght, trying to get him back out of the ring. Michael points to the scorched spot on his chin and then to Murdoc, but by the time he sees the charging masked man, it's too late. Murdoc hammers Wryght with a clothesline that reels him over the top rope.

Murdoc bounds off of the ropes, clubbing Grimm just as he stands with a big boot, dropping him like a sack of potatoes. Pulling Grimm up to standing, Murdoc throws a hamfist, connecting with the World Champion's jaw.

Jerry Andrews: Temporary Oblivion!

Ace Anderson: Lane slides in for the count.

..1!

....2!

......Thr-NO!

Showtime scrambles in for the save with a nasty looking knee to the back of Murdoc's head. Showtime pulls his partner to their corner for a tag.

Jerry Andrews: Was that even legal?

Ace Anderson: He made it out of the ring before the five count. Besides... He's the President. He can do what he wants.

Showtime steps into the ring as Grimm slowly rolls under the ropes. Showtime reaches down to grab Murdoc, but he ends up getting caught in a choke as the Monster ascends. He lifts the President up and slams him with enough force for it to measure on the Richter scale. Murdoc follows through with a double axehandle just as Showtime gets to his feet.

Jerry Andrews: OBLIVION!

Ace Anderson: NO! Don't count ref!

..1!

....2!

......3!

Winners: "The Fabulous One" Dan Fierce and Murdoc!

Grimm rushes in to stop the celebration, but Fierce sees him coming and clocks him with a kick to the temple. Showtime and Grimm both slowly get to their feet. Fierce and Murdoc look at each other and nod. Murdoc blows a fireball at the same time that Fierce blows a fistful of glitter. The explosion hits right where the Black Hand were standing almost like napalm, driving them both out of the ring in full retreat, complete with some singed hairs.

Jerry Andrews: OH MY GOD!

Ace Anderson: Thank god that they dodged that!


Fierce goes to shake Murdoc’s hand, who looks at him a long moment before silently turning on his heel and making his way backstage, Fierce gamely shrugging off the insult and partying with fans at ringside as the feed once more switches backstage.


Ace Anderson: Thought we were done, folks, but it looks like we have more going on here at the Arena!


PART 3

The PCW Tron lights up with a nightmarish display of flashing lights, the cameras in the parking lot where red lights dance off cars and walls.

Paramedic 1: “Look out folks, stand back so we can help this man.”

The crowd parts as the other medics raise the gurney revealing a blood covered amd beaten Jury.

Paramedic 1: “County we got a 31 year old male, Cory Benjamin Steel, critical condition on his way to the ER.”

Ace Anderson: What the hell is going ON here tonight?! What happened to Jury?

Jerry Andrews: Well, Ace, if I had to guess I'd say it had something to do with Baby Jenks - and did he call her Angelina?

Ace Anderson: I don't care what name she goes by, this has GOT to stop!

Jerry Andrews: I hate to do it, folks, but we're out of time for tonight. Thanks for joining us at Trauma 194!

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As always, big thanks to my creative team. Great work this go round, and I couldn’t do it without you!

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Win/Loss Cheatsheet Coming Soon