Trauma 195 Results!

[Nathan Saniti]

Thursday July 7th, 2016

Jerry Andrews: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to Trauma 195! We have one helluva lineup for you tonight!

Ace Anderson: You ain’t a-kiddin’, Jerry. All of the high-powered tag matches at the top of the card along with a great build-up of singles matches to start off with!

Match One

Debut Singles Match

Ryan Keys vs. BONES

Referee: Nigel Gale

"I'm Made of Wax, Larry, What Are You Made Of?" by A Day to Remember plays. Ryan walks on stage and hypes up the crowd. Slapping the hands of the crowd left and right while hopping a bit to the ring.

Ace Anderson: Ryan Keys, Jerry. We don’t really know that much about this young man but if he’s got a spot on PCW’s Trauma? He’s got a pedigree or at the very least something that got him to the dance. I wonder if he knows Alicia Keys. Come to think of it, I haven’t heard anything from Alicia Keys in a while ...

Jerry Andrews: Absolutely, Ace. Let’s be honest here. Pure Class Wrestling is the cream of the crop in professional wrestling. People work their entire lives just to get NOTICED and Ryan Keys is no different. Make the best of your shot, young man. A win here can go a LONG way.

Ace Anderson: I HAVE IT! Alicia Keys had too many eyes on her, got a ‘change’ and came to PCW as Ryan Keys. Mystery solved. I know who you are, ‘Ryan’.

He slides through the bottom ropes and jumps to a corner turnbuckle, teasing the camera by lifting the hem of his shirts before he tears his tank top off to get ready for the match.

“Dead Flowers” by The Rolling Stones begins to play as the sounds of thunder echo through the crowd, flashes of lightning strike the ramp. Some bolts, in fact, land in the crowd ... just missing fans. The hammering of whirling wind and pounding rain fill the rest of the silent void. As the storm builds up, the arena becomes a dance of tie dye colors.

BOOM!

A big strike of lightning hits the center of the ring and when the daze of bright light fades, Bones is dead center in the middle of the ring ... a big smile on his face

Ace Anderson: BONES.

Jerry Andrews: BONES?

Ace Anderson: BONES. Star Trek had a BONES. Of course, it makes sense that we have a BONES. Is this guy a doctor?

Jerry Andrews: ...

Ace Anderson: Or Mario! Mario had that Dry Bones guy. The skeleton turtle thing. Dry Bones never died, you just jumped on his back and he crumpled and then came back to life to do it again.

Jerry Andrews: Okay Ace ...

Ace Anderson: Dry Bones vs. Alicia Keys! Let’s go to ringside!

BONES leaps towards the turnbuckles and lands on the bottom rope, pulling himself to the top to wait for the match to begin. The referee is checking with both competitors before turning to the timekeeper and signaling for ...

DING DING DING!

... the match to begin!

The two men begin circling each other, sizing each other for potential weaknesses from the get-go. Obviously, BONES has the height and weight advantage here while Ryan Keys looks to be a bit lighter on his feet as the two jockey for the best position. But no amount of cat-and-mouse dancing lasts forever and BONES is quick to go for a collar-and-elbow tie-up. Keys quick to evade the man’s grasp, he smiles and struts away from BONES while tapping his skull as if to say ‘I’m so much smarter than that.’.

BONES isn’t even fazed by the showmanship and cracks his neck, loosening his wrists a bit as he moves in closer to Keys. Keys is back to focusing on BONES and a second grapple attempt later, Keys again is strutting away from the conflict with the utmost confidence. BONES looks a little annoyed now and simply leans back into the corner ... beckoning Keys to fight whenever he feels that he has the ‘cajones’ to do so, so to speak.

Keys waggling a finger, he smiles and begins to taunt BONES. BONES is unaffected and walks straight up to Keys and swings a meaty hand at him. Keys deftly avoids the impact, same with the second jab thrown. Keys throws a swift leg kick to BONES’ right knee and ... ho-boy. BONES has a hold of Keys’ leg. Keys has overreached and BONES is now going to make him pay for it.

BONES toying a bit with Keys, Keys attempts an enzugiri but BONES is quick enough on the draw to duck. As soon as Ryan’s free foot hits the canvas, BONES is quick to grab it. Keys forced to his hands on the mat, BONES has Keys in wheelbarrow position and with an explosion of torque ... pulls Keys up and over with a beautiful transition into a belly-to-back suplex.

Keys hits the mat with authority and is left writhing in agony as BONES pops up to his feet. He taps his skull a few times in mockery of his brash opponent. A few lead-footed boots to the back of the head, mostly in an attempt to get him back to his feet and NOT pain, Keys slowly pushes himself from the mat and gets right in BONES’ face, landing a vicious shot to the face. A second and a third, Keys actually has BONES reeling. BONES staggers back to avoid some of the shots, but he still manages to eat a few as Keys begins to unload.

BONES rocked by the sudden outpouring of violence, he attempts to shove the man away but the man is quick to return to the attack ... even going so far as to ascending to the second rope and raining down blows onto the larger man. BONES doing his best to shove Ryan Keys back, Keys goes in again but instead of resuming his perch ... lands a BEAUTIFUL dropkick to the center of the chest. BONES taking full impact, he drops to a seated position in the corner under the pressure.

Several boots to the chest later, Keys is feeling pretty good about the situation. As he goes back a few steps and takes aim at the downed BONES, a quick dash forward and a basement dropkick. At least, that was the plan. What ACTUALLY ends up happening is BONES rolling aside and letting Ryan Keys slide halfway under the turnbuckle. BONES grabbing both of Keys’ ankles, he rears back and slams them knee-first into the corner post.

Ace Anderson: Jesus christ!

Jerry Andrews: The knees are SUCH a vulnerable point on the human body, especially someone who uses their speed and agility to the degree that Ryan Keys does. This may be a critical turning point in this match.

Keys dragging himself into the ring enough to cradle the injured joints, BONES rolls into the ring and watches as Ryan crawls towards the center of the ring. Anything he can do to create space between himself and BONES. But BONES is having none of it and grabs hold of the left ankle of his prey, lifting his lower body off of the canvas and slamming the knee down into the canvas.

Grabbing the right ankle now, he lifts him up enough to drop to a knee himself and drive the joint directly into his own concrete-thick thigh bone. Keys is in a world of hurt right now and BONES isn’t going to let up. Grabbing hold of Keys’ by the hair, he drags him to his feet and scoop him up into body slam position. Instead of slamming him to the mat, BONES rushes into the corner and lets Keys hit the turnbuckles back first. Holding him in place, he hooks the man’s left ankle underneath the top turnbuckle’s connector piece and lets him dangle in a Tree Of Joey Lawrence (WHOA!).

Ace Anderson: THIS is not good, Jerry. Keys has VERY little leverage and even less options.

BONES throwing a boot or two to the skull of Ryan Keys as he takes a seat Indian-style before his prey. Slapping the man across the face a few times, Keys is struggling mightily to escape the Tree of Woe and is making a little headway, but it may not be enough. Finally breaking free, he pushes off the cornerpost and drops a knee to the top of BONES’ skull. The impact dazing BONES, Keys struggles to limp away from the corner. He’s getting his third wind here as waits for BONES to stand and ... he’s going to Unlock the win!

Diving at BONES from behind, he hooks the leg and the arm and goes to roll BONES up but BONES drops to his knees in a flash. Catching Keys to the mat and stopping any forward momentum, BONES leans back and executes a float over. Snatching up Ryan Keys’ right leg, he keeps his knee directly on Keys’ chest and begins to wrench and tear at the knee. A common leg lock but damn if it doesn’t look like it hurts. Keys is struggling under the weight of the man but wit the leverage fully against him ...

... he has no option but to tap out.

DING DING!

Winner: BONES via submission

Ace Anderson: Holy hell, Jerry!

Jerry Andrews: Okay then, I guess we see why these two were picked! Ryan Keys showing incredible resolve, agility and speed ... but BONES just had too much going for him and picked up the win.

Ace Anderson: The doctor is IN, Jerry!

Jerry Andrews: He’s not a doctor! Jesus, can we just move on now?

*******


"Cousins, cousins cousins,” the voice boomed as the door to the Darkness locker room burst open flooding in a long haired hippie type fellow wearing a dirty robe and his hair in a bun, “Don't! Just stay seated.”

If looks could kill Uncle Lucius would be dead, “Lucius Bones?” Asked a confused Alexa Black as she looked for reasons amongst the others, “That letter was from you?!”

Bones files in second with his hands in his black skinny jeans pockets, “Jaysus Alexa why so hostile?”

Uncle Lucius laughs patting Bones on the shoulder, “Don't fret man, this east coast atmosphere will fry your brain! Am I right?”

They all just continued to glare, especially the Shaw brothers. No one moves as Lucius continues, “My letter should explain why we are here, some heavy shit going on over here and never in my life would I have guessed the Black family couldn't put away some fraud magician.”

Alexa's face goes blood red but she remains in her spot with clinched fists.

“Relax that mad mug love,” Bones jabbed at Alexa, “We wouldn't want wrinkles to smear that scowl. We aren't here to fuck up your plans man just back up.”

“Yeah man just chill, you won't even know we are here,” Lucius smiled.

Bones laughed, “Unless we clean up this mess before you make it any worse. What are you guys anyways the loser club?”

"Hmmm. You’re just like I remember Bones you always did have a mouth on you so if you'll do me the kindness of shutting up for a minute I'll clue you in as to what is going on here.

"First off The Darkness is and will be unleashing hell upon PCW for a long time to come we are as far from losers as it is possible to be.

"See this?" She points to the PCW North American Championship that is lying on a wooden table. She walk over and picks it up.

"This is the prestigious PCW North American Championship. Many great competitors including PCW Hall Of Famers have held it. And now I do.

And to win this I beat one of the most dominant and longest reigning champions in PCW history. Not only did I beat him I put him on the shelf indefinitely. Without help from those two.. " she points to the Shaw's who are still standing by her glaring at Bones and Cousin Lucius.

"And as for Nathan, I think you two need to get wise real quick. You see I was like you thinking he was a crackpot with a few cheap tricks but then I realized there is A LOT more to him than you think. He almost killed me at one point, but thank the gods I had friends in certain places or I would have been fucked.

"He also has a girlfriend going by the name of Kelli Starr..Or Dollface. Apart from being an utterly annoying smart mouthed cunt... She's also a talented competitor and will have to be taken out as well. They've been a thorn in my side for long enough.

"And since you’re here you will be playing a part in what I have planned. But first let me offer you a drink and something to eat. You've had a long journey here and you should relax."

Uncle Lucius and Bones take a seat and the group continues their discussion behind a closed door as Alexa slams it shut in the face of the cameraman.

Match Two

Singles Match

Alex Hayes vs. Razor Blade

Referee:Ty Little, Jr.

A figure of an eight bit Native American from the old SNES days appears on the jumbotron 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.

Jerry Andrews: Hayes came to us with a lot of promise! He’d found some success over in Fight One but we haven’t seen that same passion or talent here yet.

Ace Anderson: I couldn’t tell you what it is. He just doesn’t seem all that interested. We rarely ever hear from the guy and Crazy Boy has just been his nemesis thus far.

Jerry Andrews: Maybe with Crazy Boy out of the picture, we can get a better look at him against...

Razor Blade comes out from the back of the Audience and walks down the steps. He high fives his fans in walks down the stops in Climbs over the barricade in stops for a min in hops on the apron in raise both of us arms in the air in get's down in waits for his match to begin.

Jerry Andrews: Talk about someone who’s fallen on hard times. Razor wants Grimm for the World Title but can’t seem to get a win.

Ace Anderson: Good news about this match? Razor has a 50/50 chance of winning.

Jerry Andrews: Your grasp of the obvious hasn't slipped a bit since the last Trauma.

Ace Anderson:  Right?

Hayes and Razor circle for a moment before Razor Blade drills him with a spear and begins landing blow after blow to the head and face of Hayes. It’s all Hayes can do to cover up and try not to face into unconsciousness. Razor lets up and Hayes peeks out from between his arms to find Razor’s boot coming down on him. Razor pulls Hayes to his feet and whips him into the corner. He charges the corner and drills Hayes with a corner clothesline that has Hayes dazed. Razor promptly whips him into the other corner and charges in landing a shoulder to his gut. Razor grabs Hayes by the arm and whips him into the far ropes before bouncing off of the opposing. He meets Hayes in the middle of the ring with a beautiful flying forearm smash. As he’s mid air, flashes from cameras fill the arena as they look to capture this moment. Razor Blade leaps to his feet and roars in excitement. The crowd roars with him. Razor Blade motions at his waist signaling that he wants some gold.

Jerry Andrews: Razor Blade is making a statement! He wants gold and he wants it now!

Ace Anderson: You don’t just get a shot at gold. You have to string some wins together first. If he wants a shot at the World Title, he needs quality wins. Maybe focusing on Hayes and getting his first win is the better bet.

He turns his attention back to Hayes and reaches for him but Hayes grabs his arm instinctively and pulls him down to lock in a triangle choke. Almost effortlessly, however, Razor Blade is able to lift Hayes into the air. Hayes’ eyes go wide in shock. Razor uses Hayes’ position to deliver a brutal powerbomb onto the mat. Razor Blade covers Hayes.

...1!

...2!

...Hayes gets a shoulder up!

Jerry Andrews: Hayes finally got some offense but the sheer power of Razor Blade put that idea to bed.

Ace Anderson: Razor Blade’s been impressive here while Hayes is doing whatever he can just to survive.

Razor Blade quickly grabs one of Hayes’ legs and flips him over, putting him into a single-leg Boston Crab. Hayes cries out in pain and begins to scratch and scrape at the mat. He is eventually able to maneuver himself to the bottom rope forcing Razor Blade to break the hold. Razor smiles, however, as it seems he had this in mind all along.

Jerry Andrews: Uh oh…

Ace Anderson: I thought that Hayes got to the ropes a little too easily there.

He drops and rolls out of the opposite side of the ring. Hayes hugs the bottom rope taking the opportunity to recover but it’s fool’s gold. Razor comes charging around the corner and goes airborne, a boot connecting with the side of Hayes’ skull as he hits his Drive By front dropkick from the outside. As Hayes tumbles into the ring and lay motionless, Razor smiles out at the crowd.

Jerry Andrews: These moments have been few and far between for Blade. He’s enjoying himself now, soaking it all in.

Ace Anderson: He can enjoy his moment if he wins. Taking these moments in the middle of the match have been the downfall for so many competitors before him.

He then gets to his feet and climbs into the ring. He lifts Hayes from the mat and throws him into the corner. He follows and attempts a splash but Hayes moves out of the way. The impact blasts Blade backward and Hayes quickly climbs the turnbuckle. As Razor looks up, Hayes leaps for Razor, no move in particular coming to mind seemingly, but Razor catches him on his shoulders without much effort. He quickly pulls Hayes’ head down and drops to a sitting position.

Jerry Andrews: The Dulled Blade! After all this time, could Razor finally get himself off the snide?

Ace Anderson: Only one way to find out. Cover him, Blade!

Razor leans over the limp body of Hayes and hooks the leg with a smirk.

...1!

...2!

...3!

Winner: Razor Blade via pinfall!

*******

Match Three

Singles Match

Tyrone “Crazy Boy” Smith vs. Baby Jenks

Referee:Charles Lim.

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

Jerry Andrews: Here comes Jenks... Crazy vs Crazier?

Ace Anderson: This is between Tyrone and Jenks, not Alexa and Jenks. Besides, she doesn’t seem that crazy to me.

Jerry Andrews: Have you not been seeing the same footage I have lately!?

Ace Anderson: I’m not saying she isn’t violent and sociopathic. I’m saying she isn’t as crazy as you’re making her out to be.

Jerry Andrews: Well, call me old fashioned but I think you really do need to be crazy to hurt someone like that.

Ace Anderson: Kind of old fashioned, yeah.

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 referee.

Ace Anderson: Crazy Boy is in for a hard fight, here.

Jerry Andrews: Hey now, don’t make it sound like Jenks has this thing made!

Ace Anderson: That’s not at ALL what I said, I said he’s in for a hard fight! Even harder if the rest of the Darkness shows up.

Jerry Andrews: When do they NOT?

Ace Anderson: Exactly.

Charles Lim steps forward to give his instructions, Crazy Boy extending his hand to Baby Jenks for a shake - Jenks replying with a disgusted snort & roll of her eyes. Jaw set, Tyrone crosses his arms over his chest and glares at Baby Jenks as Lim wraps it up.

Ace Anderson: Classy move by Smith... unsurprisingly Jenks didn’t respond.

Jerry Andrews: She responded alright, but “class” isn’t a word I’d use to describe her behavior.

Ace Anderson: Bet it rhymes, though.

Lim steps back and signals for the bell - and the match is on!

Baby Jenks is on the immediate offensive with a series of vicious strikes, punches, jabs, and even knees! Desperate to find a chink in her opponent’s armor, she fires away with a barrage designed to expose and exploit any vulnerability. Vulnerabilities Tyrone refuses to show as he dodges, ducks, and covers his way through the attack to take minimal damage. Dogging Crazy Boy into a corner, Jenks continues the assault with unrelieved fury, leaning back for one big swing - but Crazy Boy EXPLODES out of the corner with an upwards spear!

Ace Anderson: Whoah!

Jerry Andrews: Oh wow, it's like he was shot out of a cannon!

Baby Jenks is knocked breathless as Tyrone’s shoulder catches her midsection, being lifted up and thrown back as he leaves the corner! The crowd goes wild as Jenks goes down in a pained heap, Smith rolling to the side before kipping up to his feet! Grabbing Jenks by the hair he hauls her up, whipping her around hard into the ropes! She comes tearing back on the rebound, Tyrone sidestepping the charge, Jenks coming around hard and fast with a snap kick right out of nowhere!

Jerry Andrews: Where in the hell!?

Ace Anderson: That’s some stopping power!

Jerry Andrews: Maybe street fights really DO teach you something other than how to be a dick.

Jenks follows it up with a heavy blow to the head, knocking Crazy Boy down just long enough to wrap him up in a pin!

.. - not even close!

Crazy Boy gets a shoulder up, a rabid look on his face he surges up from the mat, knocking Jenks stumbling back with sheer aggression, backing her into a corner with a series of heavy blows, doing his best to literally beat HER into submission! Baby Jenks struggles forward, trying to gain ground, Crazy Boy giving her just enough maneuvering room to drop her with a vicious spear, slamming her back into the turnbuckle and laying in with knife edged chops! Lim intervenes, pulling Crazy Boy back and bending forward to check on Baby Jenks. Still senseless, her head lolling on her neck, Crazy Boy backing away from the stage as Alexa Black and the Darkness appear on the stage! The camera zeroes in on Jenks, a med tech approaching her side - a Jenks who narrows her eyes and slithers out of the corner, leaping forward towards Crazy Boy!

Jerry Andrews: LOOK OUT!

Ace Anderson: Oh NO.

“JUST WHAT I WAS EXPECTING, JENKS!”

The clear voice rings out over the PCW loudspeakers like the crash of a wave, startling everyone on the playing field into stillness.

Ace Anderson: What?

Jerry Andrews: Is that - ?

The voice continues, no sign of its speaker anywhere to be seen.

”I told you, Jenks. You can’t do this without help, can you? Every creature has its place in the ocean, but you... Jenks...”

A throaty chuckle ripples over the airwaves, the ugly look on Jenks face no less intense than the confused horror on Crazy Boy’s as he stares towards the Darkness on the stage.

“You’re a bottom feeder, Jenks - and I’m not going to let you do this to yet another person.”

With those final words, Jenks roars in anger, throwing a hand gesture towards the Darkness - who grudgingly disperse at a confirming bark from Alexa Black! Baby Jenks charges across the ring towards Tyrone, screaming as she goes.

“YOU REALLY THINK I CAN’T DO THIS!?”

Ace Anderson: Oh damn.

Jerry Andrews: Wow, she’s MAD.

Jenks unloads on Tyrone, her haphazard strikes falling more and more afield as Crazy Boy deflects each attempted hit! Without so much as second’s worth of telegraphed warning, Smith grabs an opening as Jenks swings a bit too wide - and clocks her upside the head! Baby Jenks reels, staggering in confusion as Crazy Boy makes up the distance with a few short strides, grappling her with both arms! Jenks struggles frantically in the hold, kicking and stomping, all training apparently forgotten in the pure rage inspired by the goading! Crazy Boy looks as though he’s struggling with himself, but only for a second - then he whips Jenks up and over in a massive suplex! She hits the mat with a shuddering crash, her body going limp in true unconsciousness.

Ace Anderson: This is it!

Jerry Andrews: Unless she’s just tricking him again...

Charles Lim slides in for the count:

....1!

.......2!!

...............3!!!

Winner: Tyrone “Crazy Boy” Smith via Pinfall

As Dope Stars Inc. begins playing over the loudspeakers, Lim lifts Tyrone’s arm as the winner while wary med techs begin to tend a Baby Jenks still in dreamland. They load her on to a stretcher and begin to carry her out as Crazy Boy celebrates his win in the ring to the tune of ”1000 Watts of Artificial Pleasure”.



*******

Match Four

TagMatch

”All Day” Dontevius Ellis and Dan Fierce vs. Alexa Black and Murdoc

Referee:Manny Cruz

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 when...

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 and the Icemann Invitational winner makes his glorious way down the ramp. 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 stream of illuminating confetti is not to the liking of Dontevius as he goes about his own preparations, keeping himself purposefully separate from his partner.

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

Alexa Black steps through the curtain, the North American Title wrapped around her waist, 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 and badmouths fans using various profanity which has to be bleeped out. As Alexa walks down to the ring, the crowd grows louder and louder so even the announcers can't get a word in over the booing. She reaches the ring and climbs up on the ring apron. Alexa enters the ring and the crowd starts throwing rubbish at her, littering the ring as Manny Cruz tries to clean up quickly. 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 opponent.

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.

As with the opposing team, there is a well-defined distance between Murdoc and Black.

Jerry Andrews: For all the distance between these four it might as well be a Fatal Fourway.

Ace Anderson: All I know is if I was Ellis or Fierce i'd be staying as far away from the other side of the ring as possible. With the Shaws on the outside you could almost call it 4-on-2.

On the colourful side of the ring, Dontevius seems quite happy to leave Dan Fierce to his gyrating stretches in the ring. Meanwhile on the dark side, Murdoc seems completely oblivious to Alexa screaming at him to leave the ring. The crowd show their disapproval until Alexa finally relents and climbs onto the apron.

Finally Manny Cruz signals for the bell and the match begins. Murdoc methodically ambles forward into the middle of the ring while the Icemann Invitational winner struts over to him. Murdoc seems to regard his flamboyant rival like a scientist observing a rather odd specimen. That is, until Fierce places his groping hand on the heaving chest of the Goliath. Fierce immediately regrets this decision... and not just because it's hairy and disgusting.

As he recoils, Murdoc takes his shot and throws a wild haymaker of a left. The repulsed Fabulous One narrowly ducks the shot and instinctively throws a combo of his own into the ribs of Murdoc before trying to whip him into the ropes but Murdoc plants his feet and reverses. As Fierce rebounds off the ropes he throws his weight into a shoulder charge... and bounces right off Murdoc's immovable body.

Ace Anderson: Like hitting a truck with a unicycle!

Murdoc looks as though he barely noticed the shot as he shuffles around in the middle of the ring. His mind seems like it is some other place, perhaps a particularly fiery pit of hell, as Fierce gets back to his feet and shoots off another combo, this time kicks to the legs which Murdoc shrugs off with relative ease.

The man with a World Title shot in his back pocket resolves not to give up though, and he unleashes an ever growing salvo of harder and harder strikes. Murdoc doesn't cover up, he doesn't back down, but eventually he has to back up. The giant gets forced back and even as he is he barely reacts. As he hits the ropes, Murdoc finally seems to snap out of his daze and swats Fierce with a huge paw to the head. Fierce reels backwards but composes himself before moving in again, only for Murdoc to forcefully grab him around he neck and throw him across the ring with menacing ease.

The PCW legend could move forward and press his advantage, but instead he barely moves as if the match is barely worth his time. Alexa, unable to control her frustration at her partner's indifference, or perhaps just her bloodlust, any longer, lunges over the ropes and tags herself in off Murdoc's back.

Jerry Andrews: I'd say it wouldn't be a good idea to piss off Murdoc... but he doesn't seems to be bothered by that at all.

Alexa climbs into the ring just as Fierce tags out to Dontevius Ellis and the two new combatants meet in the middle of the ring. A far more eager contest begins as Ellis throws himself into a tie-up and tries to force Alexa back into the corner. Black fights back though, and lifts a knee into his gut. Black viciously takes the advantage with a volley of clubbing blows to the back before driving him backward to the mat, neck first.

Quickly The Black Widow drives a knee down into the ribs of Dontevius and follows it with another, trying to wear down his midsection and drive the wind out of him. She rolls his shoulders onto the mat for a pin but there's far too much fight left in Ellis who could kick out of that 'All Day'.

With the pin not working, Alexa goes to the neck instead and hooks in a front chancery, showcasing her submission skill by keeping Ellis squarely in the centre of the ring. He struggles one way and the other but the deceptively strong Black holds him out of reach of the ropes. Still Dontevius struggles and it isn't long before his tenacity forces Black into a tactic change. It isn't an unexpected one, however, as Alexa releases the chancery just long enough to pound a couple of hard rights into Ellis' unprotected head.

She quickly tries to hook the submission in once more but this time Ellis blocks the hold and fights up to his knees. Alexa tries to fight him back to the mat by raining blows onto his back again but Ellis explodes forward with a double leg takedown and begins to pound away with shots of his own.

The North American Champion tries to fire back but the onslaught of shots is too thick and fast. Soon, though, the referee is forced to step in to try and break the attack as Alexa manages to get her foot on the bottom rope. Manny Cruz reaches 4 before he reluctantly gets physical and pulls an enraged Dontevius back. Just before he is out of range, though, Black finds the space to jam a stray thumb into the eye of her opponent.

Jerry Andrews: Oh come on!

Ace Anderson: I don't think Dontevius will be seeing straight 'all day'...

Jerry Andrews: Really?

With the opening, Alexa gets back to her corner and tags out to a rather less than enthused looking Murdoc. Alexa yells at her partner to “Get in there and f#$&ing tear him apart” and Murdoc at least completes the first part of the demand.

He climbs into the ring just as Dontevius gets his bearings back and shuts him down with a blunt headbutt that drops Ellis to a knee. Murdoc lands a hard fist drop to the premier athlete and makes a nonchalant pin.

One...
Tw... Kick out!

The lackluster pin makes it easy for Ellis to pop up a shoulder as Murdoc seems to take it in his stride, grabbing Ellis by the head and dragging him back to his feet. As if flinging a rucksack over his shoulder, Murdoc lifts Ellis up for the Snake Eyes and makes a beeline for his team's corner... but Dontevius slides out of the back door!

Murdoc turns but isn't fast enough to block the huge dropkick that lands flush on the jaw and forces him back to the ropes. The giant pyromaniac bounces back, but only far enough for Ellis to connect with a running forearm. Still the big man doesn't go down and Ellis decides it's time to go to the top. He climbs to the top turnbuckle and throws himself off, finally dropping the behemoth to the mat with a huge Missile Dropkick.

Not wasting a single moment, Ellis jumps across the ring and covers.

One..
Two...

Murdoc seems to be alert but hesitates to kick out, as if weighing up whether the match is worth his time in continuing... but he finally decides it just about is worth it and he pushes out with force.

Dontevius makes the tag to his partner who says something that makes Dontevius stutter as he leaves the ring. For those who can't lip read, it was “Thanks sugar.” Finally Fierce goes back on the offensive and attacks with a flurry of savate kicks Murdoc who is up to a knee. Murdoc lashes out wildly, though, and pushes Fierce back toward his corner with immense strength.

Murdoc gets to his feet and throws a wild clothesline at the head of Fierce. Fierce manages to duck and, on the way through, slaps Murdoc on the ass.

Jerry Andrews: Bad touch... BAD TOUCH!

Murdoc turns, furious, and throws punch after punch but the quicker man dodges the heavy-handed blows with deft ease. The big man swings himself out and allows Fierce to land a lightning fast Enziguri that rocks the legend. As the big man is staggering, Fierce leaps up and attempts to hit the Glitter Bomb, wrapping his legs around Murdoc's face... but Murdoc refuses to be hit by the Spike Hurricanrana. Instead he wraps his arms around Fierce's legs, hauls him back up and then drives him into the mat with a horrifying Sit-Out Powerbomb!

One...
Two...
THRR....NO!

It's not Fierce getting a shoulder up, but Dontevius exploding across the ring with a basement dropkick across Murdoc's face that breaks the pin.

Frustrated by Murdoc's apparent indifference to the match, Alexa seems hesitant to get into the ring to help her partner as both Ellis and Fierce tee off with kicks and punches to the monster. The beast attempts to drive through the attack and pushes back to his feet before 'All Day and All Night Long' land stereo roundhouse kicks to the head of Murdoc, landing him on the mat.

Murdoc struggles back into his corner as Fierce takes a moment to recover from the bomb and Dontevius retreats across the ring. 'All Day' puts his Nike high-tops to good use and charges across the ring, throwing himself into the air for a huge Body Splash in the corner. As he comes down, though, Murdoc's huge mitt reaches out and clutches Dontevius' face in a vice-like grip.

Jerry Andrews: The Claw, out of nowhere!

Ace Anderson: The Beginning, and it could be the beginning of the end for Dontevius!

The referee begins to make wild gesticulations but nobody is paying attention to him. Murdoc focuses on trying to crush Ellis' head like a watermelon while Dontevius looks to break the hold, forgetting that he is not the legal man. Out of nowhere the real legal man arrives with a huge Savate Kick to the side of Murdoc's skull, sending him onto the ropes.

The odd couple stare at each other for a moment and then simultaneously charge, clotheslining the monstrous Murdoc to the outside of the ring, only for him to be kept on his feet by the imposing Shaw Brothers at ringside.

Ace Anderson: Murdoc would have been out of the reckoning if it wasn't for those two!

Manny Cruz is still trying to get the two men in the ring to pay attention to him when the crowd erupts as Dontevius goes to the corner. He begins to climb with his eyes staring down constantly at the three masses of humanity on the outside. He reaches the top turnbuckle, takes a breath and...

Jerry Andrews: STICK-EM!

The Twisting Shooting Star Press is a wonder to behold as Dontevius launches himself through the air and crashes down on Murdoc and the Shaws with devastating consequences to all four individuals!

Ace Anderson: And now it's one on one... wait, what?

Manny Cruz finally gets Dan Fierce to listen to him, but the words “He's not the legal man” are too late. Alexa Black, legal again thanks to a blind tag in the corner, explodes with a Facebreaker Kick out of nowhere! Dan Fierce is dropped hard to the mat and Alexa goes for the pin immediately...

One...
Two...
THREE!
NO!

Dan Fierce gets his shoulder off the mat at the last possible moment and Alexa screams with frustration. She's fresh and ready as she goes straight for the kill, pulling Fierce up by his hair and lifting his body weight with ease until he's on her shoulders in the torture rack.

The fans know what's coming and the roaring boos begin to rain down on Black as she lifts Fierce up for the Black Widow... but somehow Fierce falls out of the back and lands on his feet. Before Alexa realizes what has happened, Fierce locks her arms and twists before dropping with a standing Unprettier.

Jerry Andrews: Makeover!

Ace Anderson: But he didn't get the assist off the turnbuckles that he looks for...

Fierce hooks the leg and Manny Cruz counts...

One...
Two...
THREE!

Alexa kicks out but it's a split second too late, the damage done was just barely enough to get the three count for Dan Fierce and Dontevius Ellis!

Jerry Andrews: Well Fierce isn't sticking around for long!

Ace Anderson: Would you?!

Your Winners:  "All Day" Dontevius Ellis and "The Fabulous One" Dan Fierce!

Fierce makes a hasty exit from the ring without much of his trademark showmanship and flamboyant celebration as Alexa Black looks to take out her anger on anything in sight. As she turns her fury to the pile of flesh that is her two Darkness companions on the outside, Murdoc silently makes his way around ringside, almost glad to be rid of this match. On the ramp, however, the cheers from the PCW Faithful are reserves for the victorious team of Fierce and Ellis as they celebrate their win.







The camera frames a shot of an unknown woman walking from around a long corridor. Her expression is one of unease and her body language give off vibes that she’s likely been forced into whatever she has to do. Clutched tightly in her hands is a small gift box, wrapped in black wrapping paper and tied together by white ribbon. As she passes by random staff, her eyes shift in their direction as if pleading for help. But her fixation goes unnoticed and oddly enough, she keeps looking behind to see if she’s being followed. Soon she finds the door marked “ANDY D” bringing her journey to a stop. She doesn’t knock immediately, instead drawing a breath of courage.

“You can do this, be brave. He said you would be free after you give him the present.” she confidently tells herself.

If only she believed her steely courage, because the second she knocks on the door, the gift is placed down and she makes a hasty run for it. Before the International Champion opens the door, the now unseen woman breaks into a distressed speech.

“I did what you said!”

Not another word is spoken afterwards. The cameraman wasn’t focused on her, but rather still on the champ’s door, which has now been opened. As expected, the champ peers out, with a very confused look on his face, looking from side to side but now seeing nobody there. About to close the door, Andy spots the small box on the floor. He bends down and picks it up off the floor, studying it carefully as he stands back up. Opening the box, Andy’s face contorts into one of disgust looking inside of it before he cautiously picks up a small white card from inside.

“Dead champ walking!” Andy reads the card out with all the threat that it’s supposed to portray before chuckling slightly. Knowing now where this ‘gift’ came from, Andy states out loud “I know the perfect response to this.” Why he’s speaking out loud is weird since only the cameraman is there and he’s certainly not talking to him.

Andy reaches inside the room briefly before producing a trash can and placing it outside of his door. He pours the contents of the box into the can as we see eight rotten black apples tumble out of the box and audibly hit the bottom of the metal container they now find their home. The apples are shortly followed by both parts of the box and the little greetings card too.

After disposing of the trash, Andy ducks back into his locker room and closes his door once again. With no other action happening or about to happen, the scene fades to black and heads back to ringside.

Match Five

Tag Match

”Dollface” Kelli Starr and Brenna Gordon vs. Justin “Stormm” Michaels and “Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght

Referee:Joseph Buckland.

Jerry Andrews: This next match is a real "battle of the sexes." It pits "Dollface" Kelli Starr and Brenna Gordon against two members of the Black Hand.

Ace Anderson: If anyone can get it done against Stormm and Showtime, I'd have to say it would be those two wildcats.

The arena lights dim down to a gentle glow and a dense fog begins to cover the entrance way. The fans start to rise 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.

Sasha Greene - Introducing at this time, from Kansas City, Kansas; weighing in at two hundred and fifty-two pounds...

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.

Sasha Greene - The Force of Nature... JUSTIN "STORMM" MICHAELS!

"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.

Jerry Andrews: Stormm and Showtime don't exactly get along well, especially lately, but Michaels still seems pretty focused.

Ace Anderson: Agreed, but he's still professional enough to attend to the task at hand. He'd better be because...

Ace Anderson stands as "Gold on the Ceiling," by the Black Keys begins blaring.

Ace Anderson: Come on, Jerry. He's your President. Show some respect.

Jerry Andrews: Not even at gunpoint.



"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.



”(Hard Dance) Hero (Monstercat Release)" by Pegboard Nerds (feat. Elizaveta) comes shimmering out of the PCW loudspeakers as rainbow spotlights flicker over the entryway.


“Hero hero...
Hero hero...


Hero hero...
I wanna be a hero, hero...”


The bass kicks in and the multicolored spotlights snap to the top of the ramp, neon pink pyros sparking off as Dollface appears! Dancing and bouncing she makes her way to the ring, posing for selfies with fans, giving high fives, having herself a rave party on her way! She reaches ringside and hops up onto the apron, wiping her boots before stepping between the ropes and playing it up for the crowd while she waits.

Jerry Andrews: Is it me, or does Kelli seem a bit "off" tonight?

Ace Anderson: I guess we'll find out. Here comes her partner!

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: Looks like Brenna and Stormm will start things off.

Ace Anderson: Buckland calls for the bell.

Stormm and Brenna circle each other, possibly looking to tie up. Knowing that she's giving up almost one hundred pounds and over half a foot, Brenna ducks past it, charging the ropes instead. Using the added momentum, she leaps at Stormm for a cross body block, but he easily catches her, driving her down hard with a side walk slam. Brenna winces at the impact. Michaels pulls her to her feet with a handful of hair before sending her back down with Side Russian leg sweep, NO! Brenna tumbles through it. As they both get to their feet, the Born of Myth blasts the Force of Nature with a clothesline.

Ace Anderson: That stopped that Stormm front.

Jerry Andrews: Really?

Stormm stands, but Brenna is waiting for him, not-so-politely feeding him a knee before spinning around and sweeping his legs out from under him. Brenna bounces off of the ropes, dropping a knee across Stormm's forehead and rolling through to her corner for a quick tag. In steps Kelli! Dollface runs up to the still prone Stormm, cartwheeling and dropping both legs across his chest. Starr collects Michaels from the mat, heaving him to the corner. She follows in closely, looking for a monkey flip out of the corner, but Justin holds onto the ropes, allowing Kelli to crash to the mat flat on her back and head.

Ace Andrews: That looked like a bad landing.

Jerry Andrews: Kelli appears pretty rocked by that failed move.

He circles around Starr, triangulating a parallel position as she begins to slowly get to her feet. Just as she starts to right herself, Justin wraps an arm around her neck and pulls her backwards, lifting her in the air and dropping backwards for his Hangcloud DDT. Stormm takes two wide steps to his corner to tag in Wryght.

Showtime keeps Kelli from gathering her wits with a pair of snap suplexes. He whisks her to the corner following in closely with a back elbow. Drilling Starr a few more times with back elbows, Wryght connects with a European uppercut. He snapmares Kelli from the corner, draping his arms around her head in a vice and a knee in her back. The zebra checks to make sure its a legal hold, asking Kelli if she wants to give up in the process.

Jerry Andrews: Wryght keeping thins at a slow pace here.

Ace: That's pretty smart thinking. If the girls are able to speed things up, the guys could be in trouble.

Kelli fights through using the crowd's cheers as inspiration to get to her feet. Showtime waves the crowd to be quiet, but that only accentuates their volume and Dollface's efforts. Wryght retains his grip on her head as she struggles to her feet. She twists around, causing Michael to release his hold with a belly to back suplex. Both competitors are down. The ref starts to count them down, but Showtime is already stirring. Kelli is only starting to come around Wryght gets to his feet, shaking the dust from his brain. Starr begins crawling to her corner, but Showtime snatches her by the ankles, dragging her to his corner instead.

Stormm tags in, leaping over the top rope with a leg drop across Kelli's back. Wasting no time, he scoops her from the mat, taking her right back down with a German suplex. He brings Starr back to standing, hurling her towards the ropes. Stormm cinches in a belly-to-belly release suplex, but Kelli has the wherewithal to flip to her feet once he lets her go. She uses the accidental momentum to get to her corner for the tag.

Jerry Andrews: Here comes the Born of Myth!

Ace Anderson: She's really tearing into Stormm with those fists.

Brenna backs Justin to the corner with a flurry of blows. She hefts The Force of Nature to the corner, charging in behind his with a rolling back heel kick. Stormm wilts in the corner Brenna pulls him out of the corner, doubled over and hits him with a Crash the Shore. She hooks the leg!

1!

2!

NO!

Stormm manages to kick out. Brenna stands, waiting for Justin to join her. He struggles to his feet, but Gordon is eager to pounce. She kicks his left leg out from under him, grabbing it and clinching a leg bar.

Ace Anderson: Uh oh. Gordon found Stormm's bad knee.

Jerry Andrews: OH! Is the human knee supposed to bend like that?

The ref checks Stormm to see if he wants to give up, but he answers to the negative. Dragging his much smaller opponent to the ropes with him even as she keeps the pressure on. Buckland calls for the break as Justin clings to the bottom rope for dear life. Brenna relinquishes the hold, but not the leg as she stands. She grasps his ankle, yanking him once, twice, on the third pull, Justin's grip slips and he slams full onto the mat. Brenna pulls him to the center of the ring, applying a figure four. Stormm yelps in agony. The zebra checks for a submission, but Stormm persists.

Once again, the Force of Nature uses his strength and weight as an advantage, turning over to his belly, reversing the hold. Now it's Brenna's turn to scream out. Stormm uses his upper body to pull them both towards his corner, but Brenna releases the hold, scrambling to her corner. Both Stormm and Gordon make the tag simultaneously.

Jerry Andrews: It's time to switch things up!

Wryght charges Starr with a clothesline, but Dollface ducks under it, rebounding off of the ropes.

Ace Anderson: Cherry on Top!

Kelli goes for a cover, but only gets a short two count for her troubles. She bolts to the turnbuckles, perching herself on top. Wryght gets to his feet, looking for his opponent. Just as he turns around, he sees Kelli coming at him for a Sugar High, instead, he nails her with a Superkick! Kelli hits the mat in a heap. Showtime decides to put an end to this, wrapping her head in his arm and dropping her backwards on her head.
Ace Anderson: The Sweetness!

Jerry Andrews: There's the cover! This one is over!

Your Winners: Justin "Stormm Michaels and "Mr. Showtime" Michael Wryght!

Main Event

Tag Match

Andy D and “The Adrenaline King” Justin Kaard vs. Seromine and Grimm

Referee:Ty Little, Jr.

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 Pyro's 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- The Pure Class Wrestling International Champion Andy D everybody.

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.

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

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

Ace Anderson- And there is the former Pure Class Wrestling World Champion. And now for their opponents.

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.

Jerry Andrews- This man is really really frightening.

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

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

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

"Go back to sleep."

Phinehas climbs up onto the apron and slides in between the ropes. Hopping up onto a turnbuckle, he casts his gaze out over the crowd with his arms at his side, eyes shifting to take in the sea of faces spread out before him. Grimm then drops down. And waits.

Ace Anderson- And Mister fear the beard himself, the Pure Class Wrestling Champion.

DING DING DING DING!!!!

Grimm charges and drops an unexpecting International Champion with a clothesline from behind. Grimm and Kaard share eye contact, before Grimm starts placing boot after boot into the back of Andy. Grimm pulls Andy up by the back of his neck and starts slamming his head into the top turnbuckle. Kaard quickly tags himself in, as Andy is not in any good shape after the Pearl Harbor job he received. Grimm tosses Andy out of the ring like a rag doll and is taken back from a springboard dropkick from Kaard. Kaard hits the ropes again and hits the Pure Class Wrestling Champion with another dropkick, staggering him back even more. Kaard hits the ropes for another time and is dropped with a savate kick from Grimm. Seromine looks on and yells to Kaard that he should have zigged, instead of zagged. Grimm collects himself and drops to his knees and gives a plain in the sight of the referee, choke. After a four count, Grimm releases and then goes back to it once again. The choke is released and then Grimm places his hands around Kaard’s throat and pulls him up to his feet and fires him into the Grimm, Seromine corner. Ed Lane is telling Grimm to stay away from the throat, but Grimm looks on as Seromine is choking out the former champion with the tag rope in the corner while biting him.

Ace Anderson- I knew once this match was announced it would not be a pretty one.

Jerry Andrews- He’s biting him for Heaven’s sake.

Seromine releases Kaard and is now making a motion that he has some Kaard in between his teeth, by picking them with his fingernails. A laugh from Seromine can be heard, once Grimm makes a tag to him. Seromine enters the ring and runs to the far corner, taking a shot at Andy, who just made his way up to his team’s corner and without missing a beat, Seromine comes flying in and rocks the head back of Justin with a stiff as nails lariat. Seromine backs up and allows Justin to stagger out of the corner, only to drop him with a spinning roundhouse kick. And now Seromine drops to his knees for a cover, no, it is a choke instead. Lane counts to four and Seromine quickly breaks it and shakes his head no. And then Seromine goes for a choke again. Lane is counting and the hold is broken, Seromine sits up Kaard and places a knee into his back and places his hands under Justin’s chin and interlocks his fingers. After a few moments, Seromine stretches out the mouth muscles of Justin by placing his fingers on the inside of the sides of Kaard’s mouth and pulling them apart, which draws another count from Ed Lane and is broken. Grimm seems to be enjoying the antics of Seromine.

Jerry Andrews- Is Grimm….is Grimm smiling?

Ace Anderson- Grimm seems to be enjoying the finer things in the match at the moment.

Seromine is up and looking at Grimm and asking if he likes what he sees. Then Seromine pauses and looks down and then back at Grimm and then back at Justin and then once again, back at Grimm and asks the Champion if “he wants a little more?” Grimm nods, “I think he needs a little more”, Seromine says while looking at his followers. “I think you need to give him a little more”, Seromine says to Grimm before stomping triumphantly over to his corner and makes the tag to Grimm and then turns and presents Kaard to Grimm. Grimm enters the ring and stands over his fallen rival. Justin is trying to make it up to his feet and nails Grimm in the midsection, it does little to no harm to Grimm as he stands there, looking down on his prey. Another shot before Grimm picks him up and just out and out spinebuster's Justin. A two count is given, before Andy comes in for the save. A death stare by Grimm and Andy is forced out of the ring by the referee. Grimm picks up Kaard and walks him over to Andy and throws his almost lifeless body to the turnbuckles where Andy is and Andy slowly makes the tag and watches closely, to make sure Grimm doesn’t surprise him with another attack like he did earlier.

Ace Anderson- Grimm just saved Justin Kaard’s life.

Jerry Andrews- I can’t believe Grimm would just throw his opponent into his own corner for a tag. Then again, Grimm isn’t one that likes people getting in his way of things either.

Grimm and Andy lock up, a foolish move by the International Champion, as Grimm has the advantage and shows this by whipping him into the ropes but is caught off guard as Andy comes sliding in with a dropkick to the knee. Grimm is feeling pain. Andy hits the ropes and drops Grimm with a hurricanrana. The crowd is going wild. Andy looks like he is going to take a shot at his Dragon’s Bite, the fans are on their feet, and Andy hits the ropes, but chose the wrong side, as he is struck in the middle of the back with a knee into the middle of the back by Seromine, showing a sign of his old tag team days. Andy drops to his knees, as Grimm is up and staggering around, Grimm goes to pull Andy up, but the International Champion quickly locks up the legs of The Lord of Misrule and rolls him into a small package and receives a quick two count before a surprised Grimm kicks out. Grimm comes charging in with a savate kick, but it is caught and countered with a dragon screw leg whip, taking down the champ. Andy is quick up to the top rope and lands a moonsault and grabs another two count, but this time Seromine breaks up the count. Grimm is grabbing his knee, as Andy spins into the knee a couple of times and drops his weight on it, crushing Grimm’s knee in between his body and the mat.

Jerry Andrews- Grimm is down; this is Andy’s time to work on that knee.

Ace Anderson- Him and Kaard better start doing some quick tags on Grimm, while they have this golden opportunity.

Just then, the camera catches a glimpse of suspicious movement from the cheap seats well above the timekeeper’s table.


Jerry Andrews: Is that Stormm? What’s HE doing here?

Ace Anderson: I guess we’re about to find out. He’s making his way down through the crowd.


Andy has the same thought in his mind and quickly runs to tag Kaard in and the two make a wish on Grimm’s legs, Justin drops an elbow into the knee Kaard kicks a few times to the back of the knee, Grimm is trying to crawl from his back, over to his corner, where Seromine tags Kaard with an elbow and Justin goes to attack Seromine, but Ed Lane pulls him back. Seromine sees this and enters the ring and Grimm rolls out and Seromine slaps his hands together, making the sound as if his team made a legal tag and then comes over to Kaard and the two lock up as the referee makes a legal tag motion, even though he saw no such thing but things he heard one. An armdrag by Kaard sends Seromine down and charging back in and is dropped by a spinning roundhouse kick from Kaard. Seromine is up and is sent into the corner and Kaard comes in with a handspring back elbow, but Seromine ducked down a little and applied a waistlock on Justin and comes spinning the two out of the corner and hoists up Justin into the air and drops him hard onto the back of his neck with a german suplex. Justin looks out of it; Andy comes into the ring and draws the referee’s attention. Seromine again makes a tagging sound with his hands, as he rolls out of the ring to be with his followers and Grimm enters the ring and runs to drop a leg onto the back of the neck of Justin.

Ace Anderson- Andy is not doing Justin any favors by being in the ring at the moment.

Jerry Andrews- Turn around referee.

Grimm turns over Kaard and goes for a pin, but Andy still has Lane’s attention. Grimm is up and walks over to Andy and pushes him. Seromine comes into the ring and lands a standing moonsault and chokes away at Kaard. Seromine exits the ring as Andy is finally forced out. Grimm turns around and drops to his knees and covers Kaard for the….one….two….left shoulder is up. The fans are screaming, Andy is stomping the apron, Grimm is not pleased, and Seromine shakes his head in disgust. Grimm is up and pulls Justin up with him, Foddershock by Grimm, he could pin him right then and there, but chooses not to. Grimm instead pulls Justin up and moves the both of them to the corner. Grimm is climbing up to the middle rope and grabs the head of Justin. Grimm takes off and spins around and is knocked off of Justin with a well-timed springboard dropkick from Andy, both Grimm and Justin are down. Andy is back in his team’s corner and trying to get the crowd going for Kaard to tag. Grimm took a small shot to the temple from that dropkick, he is slowly staggering to even get to his knees, and Seromine has his hand out for the tag. Grimm is inching closer, Justin has not moved at all.

Jerry Andrews- I don’t believe it, Andy D with great timing, nailing the Pure Class Wrestling Champion with a springboard dropkick.

Ace Anderson- I don’t even know that was possible, but Grimm can’t blame no one but Grimm for electing not to go for the pin when he had the chance.

Grimm reaches out and makes the tag; Seromine enters the ring and slowly makes his way over to Justin, cocking his head side to side before letting out an evil laugh. Seromine does a cut throat motion and brings Justin up to his feet and is caught with a quick enzuigiri, Seromine is down, and Justin saved all his energy to deliver one final kick. Justin is crawling on his hands and knees over to Andy. Seromine is trying to shake off the cob webs and is up on his feet, going after Justin and grabbing a leg, Justin is up and makes a tag while flipping backwards and landing a Pele on Seromine, who steps back as Andy comes charging in with an STO, Seromine is down, Andy runs over to Grimm and nails him off the apron, Andy brings up Seromine and snap suplexes him down. Andy is heading up to the top rope and come flying off with a moonsault and bounces off of Seromine and grabs his opponent and takes him over to the corner and hits Seromine with a tornado ddt. Ed Lane slaps the mat twice before Seromine is able to kick out. Andy moves to the outside and looking for a springboard, he is waiting and waiting, Seromine is up and Grimm slides into the ring and intercepts Andy with a savate kick, laying him out cold.

Ace Anderson- The Champion with great ring awareness to get in there and make a save for his team as it looked like Andy was getting ready for his Schmerzilch.

Jerry Andrews- He’s not the current five times Pure Class Wrestling Champion for nothing.

Ace Anderson: Wait… Stormm has the International Title!

Jerry Andrews: Andy D is already down. This is a distraction he doesn’t need!


Seromine doesn’t go for a tag, but tries to get the win by draping his arm over the chest of Andy for the….one….two….shoulder up by Andy. Seromine is lying face down on the mat, Andy is on his side. As he starts to revive, Andy D shakes the cobwebs loose enough to see what’s going on with his belt. He crawls to the ropes, using them to pull himself up. Stormm just looks at the belt, and then Andy D, smiling.

Jerry Andrews: What the hell is on Stormm’s mind?

Ace Anderson: Maybe he still feels slighted that he didn’t win the number one contender’s spot.

Seromine starts to get back up, noticing the prone Andy D. Stormm and Andy exchange words as Stormm approaches from the outside and Seromine sneaks up from the inside. Stormm jumps up on the ring apron, causing Ed Lane to step in and order Stormm to the back. Stormm tosses Andy the belt, warning him of the approaching Seromine before dropping to the floor in compliance.

Andy quickly discards the belt and hits a dropkick that sends a fatigued Seromine stumbling back to Grimm and the champion tags himself into the ring. Andy dives from his hands and knees to make a tag to Kaard. Justin comes flying in with a springboard forearm smash to the face of Grimm, he is rocked and sent into the ropes and Justin leaps up, catches the head of Grimm and takes him over with a frankenstiener. He can’t hold the champion down for more than a two count. Grimm is up and moves over to a corner and Justin wastes no time in coming in with a jumping double knee smash to Grimm’s face. A fury of kicks comes from Justin and out comes Grimm, but reverses it and sends Justin into the Grimm and Seromine corner. Andy comes in, for he knows what’s about to happen. Seromine goes for a shot, but Justin lands couple of forearms and it takes Seromine to the floor, Grimm has Andy and the two are scrumming around. Ed Lane is with the both of them. Justin applies a waistlock to Grimm, the champion releases Andy and Ed Lane is trying to push Andy out of the ring.

Jerry Andrews- All hell is breaking loose in there Ace.

Ace Anderson- And when there is hell there is….

Seromine back in and is fumbling around with something in his hands and Grimm bites the face of Justin, who releases the hold. Grimm goes for a clothesline and misses thanks to Justin ducking. Kaard comes charging in and Grimm goes for a savate kick, Justin sidesteps it and Seromine flings a ball of fire right into the eyes of Justin, who is now blinded by the light, turns and walks into the dangerous hands of Grimm and is Foddershocked. Seromine runs over to Andy and high cross bodies him and the two of them topple over the top rope and down to the floor. Grimm positions Kaard over to the turnbuckles, Grimm climbs and The Harvest ddt. Grimm pulls over Kaard and pins him, while hooking his leg….one….two….three. Ed Lane calls for the bell.

DING DING DING DING!!!!

Your Winners: Grimm and Seromine 

Ace Anderson- Grimm wanted to make a statement tonight.

Jerry Andrews- He got the pin over his rival.

“Counting Bodies Like Sheep to the Rhythm of the War Drums” fills the arena as Grimm is handed his title and is standing over Justin. Seromine laughs and begins his way to the back with his followers.

Recap:

BONES def. Ryan Keys via submission

Razor Blade def. Alex Hayes via pinfall

Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith def. Baby Jenks via pinfall

"All Day" Dontevius Ellis and "The Fabulous One" Dan Fierce def. Alexa Black and Murdoc (Fierce pins Black)

Justin "Stormm" Michaels and "Mr. Showtime" Michael Wryght def "Dollface" Kelli Starr and Brenna Gordon  (Wryght pins Starr)

Grimm and Seromine def. "The Adrenaline King" Justin Kaard and Andy D (Grimm pins Kaard)


(Thank you to the mules for their awesome efforts, and thanks to everyone for being patient as I got this all did and stuff.  Hope you enjoyed it.  If you have any critiques, hesitate to send me a PM.  LOL)