Trauma 197 Results

[Rick Majors]

PCW Return to Glory VII Thursday August 11th, 2016 Murdoc is able to slip out of the grasp of Dan Fierce. Dan landing on his feet in front of Murdoc, Murdoc lands a massive clothesline on Dan Fierce that plants him to the mat. Instead of standing, Murdoc goes for Dan Fierce’s throat and begins throttling the life out of him. A referee right there next to the pair, he can’t even begin to tell Murdoc to relinquish the hold. Murdoc can feel the life fading from Dan Fierce and squeezes even harder. There will be no escape; he will take what is his! DING DING DING! And Dan Fierce has tapped out! With his final breaths, Dan Fierce has tapped out! As Murdoc stands, the referee raises his hand ... ... but beside him, the second referee raises Michael Wryght’s hand! The crowd is stunned and Murdoc is right there to get in the PCW President’s face but Showtime has already slipped out of the ring and made his way towards the ramp. Jerry Andrews: What ... what’s going on? Murdoc submitted Dan Fierce! Ace Anderson: Jerry, you’re right except ... you’re WRONG! Showtime pinned Dan Fierce! Had him rolled up from the back! A replay is shown on the PCWTron for the entire world to see. Even Murdoc is watching the footage. There’s Murdoc with the choke on Dan Fierce ... the referee right there beside him. But in the last few seconds before Dan Fierce taps out, Showtime is crawling towards the back and wraps the legs, prompting a three count from the second referee! The video is replayed several times, but there’s no clear cut victor! It looks as though Dan Fierce tapped out at nearly the same time the referee made the three count. Winner: ??? _________________________________________________________________ Before Grimm can react, Kaard bounds off of the top rope with a 720 DDT that plants the Hangtown Horror like a flagpole. Jerry Andrews: There's a cover! .1! ...2! .....Thr-NOPE! Justin Kaard stands up and he heads to the top ropes! Jerry Andrews: He's going upstairs! Kaard flies off of the ropes with a corkscrew shooting star press! Jerry Andrews: Seattle Space Walk!! Ace Anderson: But Grimm moved out of the way at the last second! Jerry Andrews: Justin Kaard hit the mat with a thud! Grimm pulls him up now. He sets him up, but Kaard breaks free. He swings at Grimm with a right hand, but Grimm catches him and... Jerry Andrews: THE HARVEST! Ace Anderson: The cover! 1..... 2..... 3!!!! The bell rings. Jerry Andrews: Grimm is victorious here tonight! Grimm stands and he's handed the PCW World Championship. He looks at his rival who is slowly getting to his feet, and then raises the title above his head.

Thursday August 25th, 2016

The show opens with the usual pyrotechnics as the PCW Faithful in attendance cheer for yet another episode of PCW Trauma! Jerry Andrews welcomes those watching at home to the show.

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to PCW Trauma, I'm Jerry Andrews! Return to Glory is behind us and Grimm remains our World Champion - but we still don't have a number one contender!

Ace Andrews: That's right Jerry. Dan Fierce was injured during - and after - the triple threat match at Return to Glory, but now both Michael Wryght and Murdoc hold claim to the number one contender spot.

Jerry Andrews: But we're going to solve that tonight when the two men meet one-on-one with a shot at the big gold on the line!

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

“Hero hero...
Hero hero...

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

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

Jerry Andrews: We're starting our first match of the night already and it's a handicap match that will pit Kelli Starr and Rick Majors against the Shaw Brothers and Alexa Black.

Ace Anderson: I don't like Rick and Kelli's chances against three members of The Darkness....

The lights go out. Suddenly the sound of guitars pierce through the silence as "Wastelands" by Linkin Park begins to play. Nothing happens. After a few moments of waiting, Jerry Andrews starts to speak.

Jerry Andrews: Well... Rick Majors doesn't seem to be here right now so, in the meantime, let's take a look at how this match came to be.

PCW Return to Glory VII Thursday August 11th, 2016 Jerry Andrews: Another Candygram! And a cover! 1.... 2.... 3!!!! Ace Anderson: Kelli Starr gets the victory! Winners: Rick Majors & Kelli Starr via Pinfall Suddenly, Baby Jenks and Alexa Black hit the ring! Jerry Andrews: What the hell are they doing out here!? Ace Anderson: Did you really not expect this!? Jenks attacks Majors from behind, slugging him in the back and causing him to hit the turnbuckles hard. She then pulls him up and slams him shoulder first into the ring post, sending him falling through the ropes and out of the ring in a hump. Meanwhile, the Shaws are up and they swarm Kelli Starr! Alexa Black smiles as the two brothers brutalize Dollface. Majors tries to return to the ring, but he's prevents from doing so by Baby Jenks. Alexa calls the Shaws off and she approaches Kelli now, smiling. She pulls her up and sets her up but.... suddenly Nathan Saniti hits the ring! Jerry Andrews: Nathan Saniti is here! Ace Anderson: Everyone knows about his relationship with Kelli Starr and he's not about to let this attack continue! Jerry Andrews: Not to mention that he's facing Alexa Black here tonight! Saniti shoves Black to the mat, freeing Kelli from her grip. Saniti now throws Black out of the ring to the outside. The Shaws attack, but he gets the jump on them and fends them off. The crowd is on their feet now! Baby Jenks charges at him, but he drops her as well! Rick Majors manages to get back in the ring now! Kelli Starr is up! Jerry Andrews: Starr, Majors and Saniti are standing up to The Darkness! Ace Anderson: Finally! Jenks and the Shaws face off against their three rivals. They pause for a moment to stare each other down and then all hell breaks loose! Jerry Andrews: Here we go! Suddenly, Alexa Black is back in the ring and she has a steel chair! She drives it right into Saniti's spine as he's battling Baby Jenks! Saniti falls to the mat. Majors turns his attention to Black, but this allows Frederick Shaw to drop him with a big right hand. Dollface slugs Alexander, but Baby Jenks takes her down with a tackle. Ace Anderson: The Darkness still has the numbers advantage here! Jerry Andrews: And it looks like they've used it to take down this latest threat pretty swiftly. The Shaws turn their attention to their opponents from tonight and they throw both Majors and Starr from the ring. They head outside to cause additional damage. Meanwhile, inside the ring, Baby Jenks holds Nathan Saniti down and Alexa Black drives the point of the steel chair right into his spine. Again. And again. And again. She smiles as Nathan goes limp in the ring. She then drops the chair and signals to her crew. All four members of The Darkness leave the ringside area, with their three rivals down and hurt. Jerry Andrews: Nathan Saniti looks really hurt, Ace. Ace Anderson: He's being checked out by PCW officials right now, but it doesn't look good. He's holding his back and, just look at his face.... he's in a lot of pain. Starr and Majors rush to the side of Saniti as quickly as their battered bodies allow them to. Their faces wear looks of incredible concern. PCW medical staff rush down to the ring with a stretcher. Jerry Andrews: This could be bad.

Jerry Andrews: We had thought that FINALLY a group would stand up to The Darkness, but unfortunately it didn't quite work out that way.

Ace Anderson: Well, Saniti, Majors and Starr did stand up to The Darkness.... they just didn't stay standing for long Alexa Black's crew made short work of them. It makes you wonder if anyone....

Suddenly, "Wastelands" by Linkin Park begins to play again.

Jerry Andrews: Well, I guess we're going to try for Rick Majors again.

This time, Majors slowly emerges from the backstage area. He's limping and holding his ribs and he walks.

Ace Anderson: Oh no. I knew he was hurt, but he looks awful. He shouldn't be out here. Especially not in a handicap match.

"This is war with no weapons,
Marching with no stepping,
Murder with no killing,
Illing every direction."

Majors walks slowly, occasionally looking behind him as he walks.

In the wastelands of today,
When there's nothing left to lose,
And and there's nothing more to take,
But you force yourself to choose,
In the wastelands of today,
When tomorrow disappears
When the future slips away,
And your hope turns into fear,
In the wastelands of today.

Majors climbs the ring steps and pauses. He enters the ring slowly as the lights in the arena.

"Sick Like Me," by In This Moment blasts through the PCW area speaker as the Darkness step through the curtain. As soon as they do their music is completely drowned out by a mixture of boos of the PCW faithful.

Alexa steps out first with a wicked smile on her face as she waits at the top of the entrance way. Her sister is next on Alexa's right hyped and ready to go and finally the Shaw brothers enter on the left looking out to the crowd taunting the faithful.

As they continue to walk down to the ring as the crowd grows louder and louder so even the announcers can't get a word in .

They reach the ring and Alexa goes up the steps on one side and Angelina the other. The Shaw brothers jump up into the apron and enter through the ropes as they wait in the ring for their opponents to come down.

Handicap Match
“Dollface” Kelli Starr and Rick Majors vs. The Shaw Brothers & Alexa Black (North American ©)
Referee: Nigel Gale

Jerry Andrews: What the hell is Baby Jenks doing out here? Isn't three-on-two enough of an advantage?

Ace Anderson: Are you going to make her leave?

Jerry Andrews: Of course not....

As the bell rings, Frederick Shaw takes his place in the squared circle for his team. Kelli Starr remains in the ring and so does Rick Majors.

Jerry Andrews: Majors isn't seriously considering starting this match, is he? He could barely make it down the ramp. Let Kelli start.

Kelli Starr seems to be saying the same thing to Majors, but he ignores her. The referee demands that one individual leave the ring, but then suddenly Frederick Shaw attacks Majors from behind. The referee makes Starr leave the ring and the match begins. Shaw unloads with a series of clubbing forearms to Majors' back. He then grabs him and throws him hard into The Darkness' corner. Frederick tags in Alexander and the two begin to stomp away on the downed Majors. As Frederick leaves the ring, Alexander pulls Majors up and he drives him into the mat with a huge powerslam. He then goes for a cover:
1....
2....

And Alexander Shaw pulls Majors up from the mat.

Jerry Andrews: That could have been it, but Shaw pulled Majors up?

Ace Anderson: Look at that sick smile on Alexander's face. He wants to inflict more pain.

Alexander throws Majors back into The Darkness' corner and then he tags Frederick back in. Again, the two Shaws decimate Majors in the corner. Majors struggles to cover up and escape the corner, but he can't.

Jerry Andrews: Rick Majors is helpless in that corner.

Frederick Shaw pulls Majors up and then he drives him down with a backbreaker. Frederick then begins to drive his knee into Majors' ribs.

Ace Anderson: He's going back to those injured ribs.

Jerry Andrews: Majors is barely moving now.

Frederick pulls Majors up and he throws him across the ring. Majors hits the mat with a thud.

Jerry Andrews: Look how effortlessly the Shaws are able to toss Majors around.

Ace Anderson: And look how Majors isn't even moving. The referee has to be considering calling this one.

Frederick Shaw kicks Majors hard in the ribs. He then drags him back to The Darkness' corner. He tags in Alexa Black.

Jerry Anderson: Here comes the North American Champion.

Ace Anderson: What kind of sick thoughts are going through her mind right now as she stalks her prey...?

Alexa Black smiles and she pulls him up and drops him with a swinging side slam. Black then connects with a pumphandle piledriver followed by a gutwrench sit out powerbomb. Alexa Black stands up and smiles.

Jerry Anderson: She's just destroying Majors now.

Ace Anderson: And she's not done yet... wait... Barry White Driver! My God!

Jerry Anderson: Majors hasn't moved in a very long time. This could be career-threatening for him right now.. hell, this could be life-threatening!

Ace Anderson: Just put him out of his misery. Pin him Alexa.

Alexa Black smiles and she kicks the lifeless Majors, toying with him. She then walks over and tags in Alexander Shaw.

Jerry Andrews: Oh come on.... this is too much now.

Alexander Shaw drives his elbow into Majors' ribs. He then stands up and jumps, hitting Majors with a huge double stomp to the ribs.

Jerry Andrews: Oh my God....

Blood starts dripping out of Majors' mouth now. He coughs and sputters and rolls over on the canvas.

Ace Anderson: It looks like Majors is struggling to breathe now. This match needs to be stopped.

Kelli Starr has seemingly had enough at this point and she charges into the ring, tag or no tag! She starts swinging away at Alexander Shaw, which causes Frederick Shaw to rush in as well. Kelli Starr does what she can, but she's out numbered by the Shaws. Suddenly, Alexa Black charges into the ring...

Jerry Andrews: Facebreaker kick!!!

Kelli Starr falls backwards through the ropes to the outside. The referee finally gets Alexa Black and Frederick Shaw out of the ring... but Alexander Shaw is still there to unleash pain on Rick Majors, crushing him with a belly-to-belly suplex.

Ace Anderson: Majors flew almost entirely across the ring there!

Alexander now tags in Alexa Black. She smiles and casually locks Majors in the Paralyser.

Jerry Andrews: There's that Pentagram Choke from Alexa Black, but Majors still isn't moving!

The referee checks Rick Majors. He's not responsive. He asks him if he wants to continue. There's no answer. He asks again. Nothing. The referee calls for the bell.

Winners: The Shaw Brothers & Alexa Black by referee stoppage

Ace Anderson: That was the right decision by the referee. Rick Majors couldn't defend himself and...

Jerry Andrews: Come on Alexa, the match is over! Let him go!

Alexa Black still has the Paralyser locked in, despite the bell ringing and the referee screaming at her to stop. Kelli Starr charges back into the ring to try to help, but she's swarmed by the Shaws and Baby Jenks who is now in the ring. The three Darkness members brutalize Kelli Starr in the corner while several officials rush in to try and get Alexa Black off of Rick Majors. Finally she releases her grip and the lifeless Majors is dropped to the canvas. Medical personnel rush out to check on Majors.

Jerry Andrews: Finally Rick Majors can get the medical help that he needs.

Meanwhile, the Shaws and Baby Jenks pull Kelli Starr up and they toss her over to Alexa Black.... who grabs Starr and hits her with a Black Widow!

Ace Anderson: Oh come on already! It's four-on-one on Kelli Starr!

PCW officials finally get The Darkness out of the ring, but they're not done yet. Alexa Black turns to the jeering crowd and starts exchanging insults with them. Baby Jenks grabs someone's sign and rips it in half. The Shaws nearly jump the barrier to attack a fan who is cursing at them.

Jerry Andrews: Okay, enough of this. We'll be back after these messages.

As Trauma returns, The Darkness is still at ringside, causing trouble with fans and getting the the way of the PCW officials and medical team that is trying to get Rick Majors to the back.

Finally Majors is taken to the back on a stretcher.

Jerry Andrews: Well, I'm being told that we're going to try to continue with the show, but I don't know how that's possible with The Darkness out here...

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.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, from Biloxi, Mississippi: Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith!"

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.

Ace Anderson: I guess we're just going to push forward? I'm not sure if this is a good idea.

Crazy Boy walks down the entryway, but he comes face-to-face with Alexa Black.

Jerry Andrews: Alexa won't leave.

Ace Anderson: And Crazy Boy isn't backing down either.

Jerry Andrews: Remember, these two have a history with one another. They were tag team partners for a while before Alexa Black turned on Crazy Boy.

The Shaws and Jenks stand behind Alexa, creating a wall that Crazy Boy cannot pass. He stops and thinks for a second and then starts to try to battle his way through!

Jerry Andrews: This is not a battle that Crazy Boy will win! It's four-on-one!

PCW officials again try to break up the brawl, which has quickly turned into the four Darkness members unloading on Crazy Boy, who keeps fighting. Finally, some sort of order is restored as the two sides are split up and Crazy Boy is forcefully pushed into the ring while The Darkness finally leave the ringside area.

Ace Anderson: At least they got them out of here finally.

Jerry Andrews: But they got some strong shots in on Crazy Boy... and he has to compete against Andy D next!


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 its 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.

Ace Anderson: Andy D had one hell of a match against Seromine at Return to Glory, coming up just short of defending his International championship.

Singles Match
Andy D vs Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith
Referee: Manny Cruz

Jerry Andrews: The referee checks with Crazy Boy and he says that he's good to go despite the attack by The Darkness, so this match is under way!

The two men then meet in the center of the ring. Tyrone Smith swings at Andy, but Andy D dodges it, bounces off of the ropes and quickly levels Crazy Boy with a clothesline!

Jerry Andrews: What a shot!

Picking Crazy Boy up by the head, Andy D gives him a hard right hand before sending him down with an elbow drop. Bouncing off the ropes, Andy D drops a leg on Crazy Boy. Going for the cover,the referee makes the count.

1...

2....

Jerry Andrews: No! Crazy Boy got the shoulder up!

Getting up slowly, Andy D grabs Crazy Boy but Crazy Boy takes a wild swing that connects. He then swings again. Blocking it, Andy D attempts to fire back but Crazy Boy dodges his attack and runs to the ropes. Tyrone Smith attempts a clothesline but Andy D ducks. Crazy Boy goes for another wild swing, but this time Andy D blocks and nails Crazy Boy with a swinging neckbreaker.

Jerry Andrews: This match is really heating up.

Ace Anderson: Both men are giving it their all here, but it looks like Andy D is getting the upper hand.

Getting up quickly, Andy D attempts a bodyslam but Crazy Boy counters and tries to attempt a fireman's carry. In the middle of the move, Andy D hits Crazy Boy with an elbow to break free. He drops to the mat and grabs Smith from behind. Tyrone strikes with an elbow and Crazy Boy reverses and goes behind Andy D.

Jerry Andrews: Excellent show of wrestling moves by both men!

Attempting to go for a body slam, Andy D reverses the move and whips Crazy Boy to the ropes. Andy D goes for a clothesline, but Crazy Boy ducks and tries one of his own but Andy D is one step ahead of him and they clothesline each other!

Jerry Andrews: Double clothesline!

Ace Anderson: Both men are down and out and the referee is starting the count.

Jerry Andrews: They are trying to get up.

Ace Anderson: Crazy Boy is starting to stir.

Jerry Andrews: And here comes Andy D!

As both superstars get to their feet, Crazy Boy rolls out of the ring. Following suit, Andy D head to the outside. He grabs Crazy Boy and slams him down to the floor. Tossing Crazy Boy back into the ring, Andy D begins to lay in some chops into Crazy Boy. Getting him into position, Andy D goes behind him and sets him up for a reverse DDT.

Jerry Andrews: Big move!

Cover:
1...
2...
Kickout!

Andy D pulls Crazy Boy up now he hits him with a snap suplex. Crazy Boy staggers to his feet and Andy D connects with a hurricanrana! Crazy Boy starts to rise up when...

Ace Anderson: BOOM!

Jerry Andrews: Dragon's Bite!

Ace Anderson: The cover!

1....
2....
3!!!

Winner: Andy D via pinfall

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to PCW Trauma. Coming up next is our Underground Championship match and...

Suddenly, "You Are A Pirate!" by Alestorm begins to play throughout the arena.

Ace Anderson: What!?

With very little lighting and effects that simulate lightning, High Tide (in a pirate outfit) walks down the ramp slightly crouched over, as if he was sitting. He holds a large pirate flag in one hand, and in the other he is imitating steering a ship. He does this until he gets to the ringside area. He then takes a seat near ringside.

Jerry Andrews: High Tide is here out of the blue!

Ace Anderson: That was a bad joke even for you. But I guess Tide is here to watch this next match!

‘The Lotion’ by The Greenskeepers begins to sound out as a giant ... vat ... of something is wheeled out onto the stage by Mark Maylock, who keeps an eye on the crowd and the ringside area, and Maylock’s bodyguard. The liquid in the vat sloshes every so slightly, illuminated by the lights behind it. The Jackdaw on the opposite side, he looks slightly uncomfortable with the lack of action. ALWAYS looking to get his hands dirty, maybe that’s why he’s around Maylock so much. However. this is a LITTLE bit much for him.

But back to the matter at hand. The match is about to get underway ... and there’s no Lunacy.

Maylock is more than glad to flap his gums a slight bit at the teeming masses before him before he and Jackdaw violently yank the giant vat over!

Jerry Andrews: Watch out!

Ace Anderson: OH! CLEAN UP ON AISLE ONE!

The vat drops but instead of liquid ... LUNACY comes rolling out of the bucket! The momentum carries him over the edge of the entrance and down the ramp at a pretty ridiculous pace. Hitting the flat of the concrete outside the ring, Lunacy takes a few moments to let the world re-orient around him as Maylock and Jackdaw make their way to ringside.

Ace Anderson: Dirty pool, mister. Dirty pool. Welp, I guess we have another notch on the Crazy Belt, Jerry.

Jerry Andrews: I don’t know, Ace. Something about this guy seems a bit ... different ... than the garden variety crazy we have in PCW currently. In fact, I would go so far as to say he’s ... yeah. He’s probably crazy. But a different LEVEL of crazy, so I’m going to hold off on comparing him to someone like Tyrone Smith or Alexa Black.

Lunacy hopping up into the ring, he bounces around and limbers up as his compatriots take up their spots in his corner. Big test here tonight for a newcomer in Lunacy, a prime and open for the taking accolade in the Underground Championship. Thanks to the unstable manner of the title itself, Lunacy stands a very sporting chance in claiming it for himself. However, he has a huge roadblock in front of him ...

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?

Jerry Andrews: I hear it, Ace. I hear that the fans are absolutely electric on the verge of this Underground Championship match.

Ace Anderson: I don’t see how you can hear ANYthing, Jerry. The crowd is on their FEET. The Underground division has really come into its’ own here in PCW. People who don’t much care for the ‘rules’ or the ‘straight and narrow’, so to speak. Just a good old-fashioned FIGHT.

Ellis 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 the upcoming test.

And a test, it will be.

Underground Championship Match
Singles Match
“All Day” Dontevius Ellis (Underground ©) vs Lunacy
Referee: Eric Russo

The referee checking in with both competitors, the bell is called for ...

DING DING DING!

... and we’re officially underway!

Lunacy is quick to dash out towards Ellis and his ankles, which Ellis quickly jumps up and over the dive attempt. Lunacy is quick to slither backwards towards the ropes, avoiding any kind of reprisal. In Dungeons and Dragons parlace, Grapple Check Failed. Ellis nods and begins to circle, Lunacy hopping back to his feet and the two lock up in a more traditional manner with a collar-and-elbow tie up. Ellis getting the upperhand at first, he catches Lunacy in an arm-wringer which ends in a hammerlock.

Lunacy trying to reach back, to the legs ... anything he can do to reverse the hold but Ellis is wily and manages to avoid all of this. Lunacy using his height advantage, he reaches up and wraps his free arm around Ellis’ head and neck. A beautiful snapmare and Ellis is on the mat with a knee between the sholderblades for his trouble.

Ellis’s elbows coming backward to alleviate the pain of the impacted muscles, Lunacy snatches them up and lifts him to his feet. With the arms still hooked, he executes a nearly picture-perfect Tiger Suplex that nets him a long one count.

Ace Anderson: ... okay. Color me impressed.

Jerry Andrews: Amazing suplex from Lunacy.

Ellis quickly recovering from being unceremoniously dumped onto his neck and head, although a bit slower to get to his feet this time. Lunacy wiping his hands clean, he stares directly at Ellis with his gaze never wavering. Ellis finally getting to his feet, he takes all of a split second to dash in. Attempting a lariat, Lunacy ducks rather easily and manages to push Ellis towards the corner sternum first.

Ellis leaping up onto the second turnbuckle, Lunacy follows him up and taps him on the shoulder before violently shoving him out and OVER the top rope to the floor below. A rough start for Ellis, but an even ROUGHER landing as his body bounces off of the concrete surrounding the ring. Stepping down off of the turnbuckle, he forces himself against the ropes and adds a little bit of OOMPH as he races across the ring and springboards off of the middle rope of the opposite side. Catapulting himself up and over the top rope ...

... he finds nothing as Dontevius Ellis rolls away at the very last second to avoid the springboard attack!

Ace Anderson: OUCH. Christ, this is getting pretty messy already Jerry. Looks like they’re playing cat and mouse, but I’m not sure who the mouse is.

Jerry Andrews: Pretty evenly matched thus far, Ace. It looks as though it’ll come down to who makes the fatal mistake. And Lunacy just made a pretty grievous error, I’d say.

As Ellis begins to pull himself up, Lunacy is struggling in his own right to make it to his feet. The pair reaching a standing position at roughly the same time, Ellis is the first to make any sort of attack and wades in on Lunacy with a heavy pair of right hands. Lunacy reeling from the blows, he smiles and throws a pair of his own. He, for damn sure, will not be backing down from this hoot-nanny. The pair trading blows like 90's kids swapped Yu-Gi-Oh cards, it’s a bare-knuckle affair as Ellis slowly begins to assert his dominance in the FISTICUFFS (anyone remember fisticuffs?!).

Grabbing Lunacy, Ellis the saavy King of the Underground KNOWS that the match can’t be won on the outside of the ring ... but dammit, he can do some damage before clinching a win. Shoving Lunacy back towards the ringside steel stairs, Lunacy falls backwards over the steel as Ellis jumps towards the cornered Lunacy. The Stinger Splash missing its’ mark, Ellis is left clutching at his guts on his knees ... the air forced from his body in an instant.

Lunacy sensing his opportunity, he points at Ellis and makes a WHOOSH sound as he slides himself across the grating of the stairs ... catching Ellis with an Airplane styled clothesline that leaves Ellis prone on his back. The unpredictability of Lunacy is proving to be a bit more than Ellis was anticipating, but every single thing that Lunacy is attempting is incredibly sound and technical to a high degree.

Pulling Ellis up as he rises himself, Ellis is the first to re-enter the ring with Lunacy hot on his tracks.

Before Ellis can even get both feet planted on the canvas, Lunacy has him by the ankle. Ellis hopping to maintain his balance, Lunacy toys with Ellis a bit by pulling his leg in various directions ... and no, I’m not pulling your leg here. Lunacy is pulling Ellis’ leg. IT’S A JOKE, OKAY?! Gawd. Fourth wall and stuff. Forget it. Lunacy expecting an enzugiri from Ellis, he ducks ever so slightly as Ellis pulls out his own unpredictability and instead hops and kicks his free leg straight up into Lunacy’s chin.

The kick rocking Lunacy, he drops to a knee holding his possibly dislocated jaw. Ellis completing the backflip with a nimble landing on his feet, he finishes the combination with a direct mid-level dropkick to the face and chest of Lunacy that has the challenger prone on the mat. Ellis quick to ascend the turnbuckles, he’s signaling to the crowd ... HE’S ABOUT TO STICK ‘EM!

The beautiful corkscrew shooting star press a sight to behold, Lunacy gets to behold the sight for every second except the last as he moves out of the way of the Avalanching Underground King. Ellis rocked by the sudden stop NOT buffered by the body of his opponent, Lunacy is quick to pounce on the mistake and hook the head and leg of Ellis and cinch them up tight ...

BOOM!

The Blue Pill!

The impact jarring Ellis, Lunacy floats over for a quick cover.

1!

2!

... 3!!!!

Winner and NEW Underground King: Lunacy via Pinfall

The bells sounds, signaling what many might consider an upset of some degree ... the crowd is on their feet as Lunacy has his hand raised for the victory! Being presented the Underground Title ... he stares at it for a long moment. Ellis slowly rises to his feet. He stands face to face with Lunacy.

Jerry Andrews: This match may be over but these two AREN'T!

Both men are back to their feet as they get face to face in the ring. The referee goes to separate the two men but The Jackdaw leaps into the ring and escorts him out by throwing him over the top rope. Brother Maylock gets in the ring. Ellis doesn't even flinch!

Ace Anderson: Three against one here and Ellis hasn't backed down at all!

Ellis cocks his fist back as Lunacy raises his arms, the lights go down.

Jerry Andrews: It's pitch black here!

Ace Anderson: What's going on in that ring?

There is a fiery boom in the center of the ring. The lights come up slowly. The arena is filled with smoke. Once again, an Anarchy symbol has been burned into the ring's center. Dontevius Ellis lies in the center of the symbol, his face is a mask of blood. On his chest, written in his own blood is the word 'Victim'. Lunacy and his Anarchy cohorts are nowhere to be seen.

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, we're back and what a night it's been. Coming up next…

Jerry sighs with disgust behind his words, pausing for dramatic effect while searching for a return of composure. Ace Anderson for his part looks uncomfortable, but shakes it off.

Jerry Andrews: I’ve been told that our new International Champion, Seromine, will be coming out here for what he’s apparently calling...a championship cleansing. Whatever the hell he means by that.

Ace Anderson: Coming from him? It likely isn’t something good. But I’ll tell you what. I rather deal with him giving an order and throwing his opponent into us, than the stunt Murdoc pulled. That’s for damn sure!

Jerry Andrews: Let’s just go to the tape we have on standby. This was taken after Return to Glory went off the air and is exclusive footage for the fans at home. I’ve watched this and all I can say is...the man is crazy.

The show switches to a full screen view of video grain. Eight candles line around an tri-intersection deep in the underground of the arena. If the location looks familiar, that’s because it is. Living a Legacy VIII’s conclusion was the frantic attempt’s of Nathan Saniti, Brenna Gordon and Dontevius Ellis trying to pry “Dollface” Kelli Starr from a sealed coffin. Once they succeeded, she wasn’t to be found...but plenty of candy was! The masked followers are seen in the background. Each one taking a turn to hold the International Title as they see fit. Seromine meanwhile, is arm in arm with Destiny, the two of which celebrating without their own masks on. A smile is seen on his face, but there really is no jubilation transpiring amongst the group. The belt makes it’s way to Destiny, who plants a kiss on it as she then puts it on the shoulder of her husband.

“I warned you Andy D. I wanted your title and I was going to take it from you. And I did! You gave one hell of a fighting effort out there, and then I took control and knocked the life right out.” Seromine smiles at the thought. “They didn’t get your blood, but that’s alright. There is a remedy to that where we come from.”

Seromine slowly loses his smile. He trades his title for his Owl mask, slipping it on over his face. Destiny for her part, follows the lead and puts on the Rattlesnake mask. The title is displayed between the candles in the background as Seromine pulls the lens close to his face.

“This is a warning,” his tone grew cold with malice “If you have children, don’t bring them to the show. Don’t let them watch. Don’t let them hear. Pray for their little souls and seek salvation for yourselves. Because unlike your false idol, I hear all. I see all. I am all. I am YOUR Lord and Executioner. I will show you the way to Hades and then bury you in the garden of Persephone.”

Seromine shoves the camera back out of the way, it’s focus now spinning to the ceiling high above in the darkness, as the figure behind the camera has hit the ground. Seromine steps over him and slowly leans down. The modified glare of the Great Horned Owl’s eyes look pronounced in a way that suggest satanic possession as it puts a hole through the POV.

“On second thought...allow them to be immersed. After all, someone has to lead the sheep to slaughter. Sleep tight.”

Seromine steps back up and ON the body of the cameraman, the snap of his fingers being code for everyone to do the same. In passing, the wearer of the Rabbit mask raises up the International Title and smashes it into the person’s face, a loud crack heard as gold meets skull and camera gets kicked into wall to end the video feed.

Darkness has filled the arena. The only allowance of light is emitted from the trademark candles of Seromine and his followers. The items are lined in front of a golden altar, of which has a long, white sheet covering what can safely be assumed to be a body. Four of the followers stand at the ends of the altar, with two more in the upper corners of the ring. Seromine is dead center with Destiny, or as the group knows her, Bellevue. The International Title that he won is nowhere in sight. Loud, LOUD boos come crashing down in waves upon the group. There also is a feel of unease permeating the atmosphere as the self proclaimed “Anti-Humanity Prophet of Evil” raises the microphone up.

“This? This is the faithful of PCW? No. You aren’t faithful. You carry the same sin in your heart than an adulterer does. For as they do, so do you. Living a lie. Perpetrating a fantasy in hopes that you don’t get caught, because what you have isn’t enough. More. More. More. That’s what you crave. The same cesspool in search of instant gratification. I remember a time last year when you couldn’t wait to cheer me. Stick out your hands in the hopes that for a fleeting second I would acknowledge your pathetic existence. Buying up merchandise, scouring tapes, salivating like a Pavlov experiment at the chance to get an autograph. I have but one question.”

Seromine walks around with methodical pacing, looking around at the sea of humanity before returning to his spot at the front of the group.

“How does it feel to be manipulated? I had you all in the palm of my hand, believing every word I spoke in having a change of heart. That I actually did what I do for all of you! It is with that same conviction that I know you to be weak minded. You NEED me. You NEED us for guidance in your lives. Take a long, hard look at your temporary status on a doomed planet and ponder how much time you may have left.”

Seromine turns and gives a nod. The followers grasp the sheet, yanking it off to reveal what was already expected: A body. It’s gender of no real importance. What IS striking about it, is the fact that...it fucking has been AIR BRUSHED to LOOK like the PCW International Title! Seromine runs his fingers from foot to hip. Suddenly in a fell swoop, he rips the all too realistic looking dummy off the altar, throwing it over his shoulder…gasps and chatter are the noise of the hour, many REALLY unsure about what they are seeing and how to feel about it. Seromine can be heard cackling, his attention now back on the hard camera.

“I know what you must be thinking. The body looks real. Well, I’m sure it was at some point. Now? It’s my PROPerty. As are all of you. Every single person living in this programmed shit you call society is on borrowed time. By our hands this planet shall be scorched and left uninhabitable for everything but the replenishment of OUR mother nature’s creations.”

As was true in the video, is happening again now; The “title” is being handed off to be passed around amongst the group as they see fit. Seromine keeps his focus on the camera.

“The light emitted from the candles, guide us on the darkened path to your extinction. We hear your screams of agony and it fuels us. It serenades our souls. It makes us smile. Snuffing out human life is three-hundred sixty five days of a certain Pagan holiday. Your flesh is the gift wrap we tear open and what’s inside? Why, a still beating tell-tale heart!”

Seromine and his followers sit on their knees. The “title” now displayed back on it’s stand as if it were the commissioned belt itself. One by one, each member bows their head down, the candlelight giving an orange glow to their dark attire.

“Thump thump” Seromine taps the microphone.

“Thump thump”

“Thu...mp”

“Thu...mp”

“Th...” he now looks up, “Only it no longer beats after we grab it. The championship of which Andy D and those before him proudly wore and carried rests on my mantle back home in Labyrinth Grove. What I will proudly bring with me as champion, is MY title. Without further waiting, the cleansing can now happen. By the good graces of HER earth which we give ourselves, the howling of air, the raging inferno of fire and the angry storm of water, I, Seromine, offer this sacrificial symbol as a gift. Only thy can cleanse the ghosts of before. I beckon you, RAIN UPON US!!”

Silence.
Silence.
Silence.

The sounds of nature begin to churn inside of the arena, growing louder as earth rumbles, the winds of a tornado growl, the crackling destruction of fire and the ferocity of waves crashing flash on the tron before going dark.

Jerry Andrews: WHAT THE HELL?!

BLOOD has fallen from high above the rafters, splattering Seromine and his Followers who have their arms extended out in a crucifix pose. He stands first, and then helps his wife to her feet. The followers return next and bring forth the newly christened International Title. Seromine’s body language show that he is laughing, the sound of which likely evil in tone as he proudly drapes the body over his shoulder. One by one the group exits the ring. Seromine leans over the ropes and hands his “International Title” down to them, so that he may help Destiny out of the ring. Holding the ropes open, he waits expectantly for his wife to come to him... but she remains where she is. He looks over to her, his posture clearly questioning. He relaxes when she offers a pale hand, inviting him over for one last gesture of celebration. When he approaches her, though, she's suddenly running for the ropes he released his hold on, rebounding off of them before landing a very familiar finisher!

Ace Anderson: Was that..?

Jerry Andrews: That was the Rip Tide! But why would Desti--

Ace Anderson: Look!

As Seromine remains prone on the canvas, the robed figure sits up next to him before shoving back the cowl of the robe to reveal none other than Brenna Gordon! The crowd cheers as she who is Born of Myth gets to her feet and sheds the robes as fast as she can, revealing the black leather of her usual ring attire. Despite the cultists outnumbering her, none dare to encroach upon the ring even as she strides over to pick up the microphone discarded by the man she just ambushed. Her chuckle, low and rolling, is picked up by the mic as she brings it to her lips.

Brenna Gordon: Do you know how hard it was to sacrifice a few points of my IQ and pretend to be a part of this whole dog and pony show you need to make yourself seem scary? I think I'm gonna need an economy-sized container of bleach to scrub the stench of desperation off of my skin, ugh. And that's saying nothing about how hard it'll be to get the corn syrup you've dyed red off of that belt that you're... not going to be in possession of for much longer, Sero--

Pausing, the former Queen of the Underground tilts her head to one side--her smirk as sharp as a knife.

Brenna Gordon: Wait, no... no, I'm not going to dignify your Mickey Mouse bullshit by playing along with it. After all, I remember what I said about you after your little trick with the life-sized puppets after my match with Kelli Starr--and unlike you, Jason? I don't need lies, cheating, manipulation, smoke, mirrors, or anything to do with any of the bullshit that I've seen right through since before you decided to stop being a coward and own your actions. The only reason I ambushed you tonight is to show you just how much your theatrics and histrionics will cost you... because you know what? You can't escape the consequences of your actions. You dragged me into this, Jason, so you're going to pay the price for doing so. And do you know what that means?

None-too-gently kicking Seromine in the side, she forces him to roll onto his back before she leans down, her gaze boring into his.

Brenna Gordon: That not only am I going to take the International Title from you... but I'm going to leave you wide fucking open for Nathan and Kelli to finish your sorry ass off for good.

Dropping the mic next to Seromine's prone form, 'What The Water Gave Me' hits the sound system as Brenna Gordon raises one fist skyward, eliciting more cheers from a crowd that is pleased to see her standing up for herself and taking Seromine down a peg in the process. After a final glare at the cultists daring them to rush her, she exits the ring--the Followers rushing into the ring after she's left it to check on their leader.

Seromine remains on his back, half-hurting from the attack and half-laughing at her words. He manages to roll himself over and while wincing and showing grogginess, sits himself onto his knees and displays his crucifix pose, of which his followers mirror. “Big...mistake...” are the only audible words picked up.

As Trauma returns, we're shown a shot of The Darkness' locker room door. Suddenly, BONES and Uncle Lucius appear walking down the hallway. They stop and enter the Darkness' locker room, shutting the door behind them.

Jerry Andrews: We're back once again and what you just saw was recorded during the break. What is going on with BONES, Uncle Lucius and The Darkness? What is their affiliation with one another?

Ace Anderson: I'm a little scared to find out.

Jerry Andrews: Me too. Well folks, it appears that the ring has been cleaned up and it's time for our main event.

Ace Anderson: That's right, "Mr. Showtime" Michael Wryght, our esteemed president, versus the monster Murdoc for number one contendership.

Jerry Andrews: The way all of this worked out was a little controversial, but here we are. This is going to be an absolutely huge match and I can't wait to see it.

Up among the press boxes and luxury seats and iron catwalks, stands Phinehas Dillinger. He stands with arms crossed, eyes narrowed and darting as he looks down towards the ring and the areas surrounding it. He wears the exact type of clothing you would expect him to wear at a Trauma in which he was not booked. And upon his reveal the crowd responds with the appropriate reaction, depending on one’s opinion regarding Grimm.

Ace Anderson: And here’s our World Champion fresh off his victory over Justin Kaard at Return to Glory.

Jerry Andrews: Grimm with a rare night off, and yet here he is. I wonder what he’s scheming up there.

Ace Anderson: It’s hard telling, Jerry, but he does have a lot riding on the Murdoc and Mr. Showtime match tonight. Either way, I have a suspicion we’re about to find out.

No interviewers to be seen, but the camera moves in closer to the Lord of Misrule.

“That’s always the concern, isn’t it? What’s next? Before the night even ends the talking heads offer up their expert analysis on what certain outcomes mean and who’s going after whom.”

Grimm’s eyes do not waver from the scene below him.

“And even when we have procedures in place to determine such things, well, that doesn’t always mean what we think it does. This is professional wrestling after all. Dan Fierce won the right to step into the ring with me for that title, and he won it fair and square. But then we all saw what fair and square was worth at the pay per view – that would be less than the piece of paper the contract was printed on, apparently.”

A slight shrug and a sigh.

“But such is life in this world, and now there are two others preparing to fight for the right they’ve taken from Fierce. Once they handle all that, we’ll have the answer, maybe, to who I get to face.”

The camera begins to pan back out.

“No matter who it is, no matter the histories we do or do not have…I welcome him.”

The scene cuts back ringside.

Jerry Andrews: Well.... it's time. We're finally at the main event, and this will decide just who gets Dan Fierce's Number One Contendership.

Ace Anderson: And Fierce won't be here to get in the way this time.

Jerry Andrews: Dan Fierce earned his title shot at the Icemann Invitational. Murdoc pretty much inserted himself in the title picture, as did Showtime at Return to Glory, all AFTER saying he wasn't going to "abuse his powers like that."

Ace Anderson: There's even been chatter backstage that a few of the PCW wrestlers aren't happy about it. But... He's our President. He knows what's best.

Jerry Andrews: You've got a little something on your nose, Ace.

Ace Anderson: I don't know what you're talking about.

"Gold on the Ceiling" by The Black Keys begins to blare over the P.A. system and the arena darkens. Ace Anderson stands at full attention, as Jerry palms his face. 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.

Jerry Andrews: You should probably sit down now, Ace.

Ace Anderson: It was nice knowing Tyrone Little, Jr. Poor ref will probably retire after this match.

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 its 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! Wryght stands his ground as Murdoc stalks up to the center of the ring, never breaking eye contact with his foe. Showtime waits for the pyro to die down, meeting the behemoth mid-ring for a face off.

#1 Contendership for the PCW World Title
No Holds Barred Singles Match
"Mr. Showtime" Michael Wryght vs Murdoc
Referee: Tyrone Little Jr.

Little motions for the bell to start the match. Almost immediately, both men start raining punches down upon each other. After a few moments of the exchange, Murdoc gets the upper hand, driving Showtime to the corner, and walloping him with a series of punches, kicks, and chops that all but wilts the President in the corner. The Unclean Beast drives his shoulder into Wryght's guts, knocking the wind from his sails. Confident in his early advantage, Murdoc crosses to the opposite corner before charging in for a brutal spear...

...That misses! Showtime leapt to the top turnbuckle to avoid the impact, allowing Murdoc the grace of introducing himself to the corner post shoulder first. Wryght flips over Murdoc, rolling him up, but the ref only slaps the mat once before Murdoc asserts himself with a kick out that nearly sends the President on a campaign trail across the ring. Murdoc clambers to his feet, but gets sent right back to the mat with a lariat that would have turned a lesser man inside out. Showtime rolls out of the ring, reaching under the ring, producing the same lead pipe that Fierce laced the bouquet with at Return to Glory.

He returns to the action, driving the weapon deep into Murdoc's soft (ish) belly, doubling him over. Showtime bounds off of the ropes, looking to use the pipe as added oomph to a clothesline, but Murdoc halts the move by wrapping his monstrous mitt amidst Michael's mouth. A chokeslam by the Mad Monster is quick to alter the direction of the match, and cause Wryght to drop the pipe. Murdoc snatches the weapon, considers it deeply, and tosses it out of the ring, but not before giving its owner a farewell belting with the item across the forehead.

Showtime drops to all fours as Murdoc takes the opportunity to remove the turnbuckle covering with a single thrashing yank. He stands the President up, shoving his back against the exposed metal, and accentuating the pain with some accompanying chops across the chest. The Beast puts a boot deep into Showtime's solar plexus. He drapes him over a shoulder, and drops Wryght unceremoniously onto the turnbuckle, topping it off with a big boot. Showtime takes a step forward and falls to the mat like a cut tree.

Murdoc goes for a cover, but Little only gives him a two count before the President kicks out. Murdoc stalks toward the ref in protest, but Little evacuates to the safety of the outside. Murdoc doesn't see Wryght amble to his feet. Showtime drop kicks the Beast into the corner with the uncovered turnbuckle chest first. Wryght wraps his arms around his opponent for a crossed arms back drop that puts the Monster on the back of his neck.

Wryght scrambles to hook the leg...

..1!

....2!

......Thre-NO!

Showtime slaps the mat in frustration. He sets himself crouched in the corner as he waits for the Beast to rise. He positions himself to his adversary's posterior as he gets his feet under him. The President charges in with a chop block to the left leg, dropping the Monster like a Trump campaign manager. Looking around frantically, Wryght locates the pipe and retrieves it, wailing on Murdoc's left knee. The Beast yelps in pain as Showtime uses the device to assist him as he locks in the Spotlight!

Ace Anderson: This has got to be it! That monster HAS to give up now!

Jerry Andrews: I don't think so, Ace! Murdoc is using his strength to make it to the ropes.

Ace Anderson: Won't matter. This is a no holds barred match.

Jerry Andrews: Unless Murdoc does that...

Murdoc uses the rope to pull himself up and power out of the move, mailing the President across the ring. Murdoc limps around a bit on the damaged joint as an unbelieving Wryght looks on. Showtime charges in, but Murdoc halts his advance with a fireball that blinds the President. Wryght clutches at his eyes in agony as his foe stalks around him, giving him the gift of a size 16 boot, again and again. He crosses to the opposite side, lying in wait and Wryght gets to all fours, still wiping at his singed eyes. Murdoc hits with a punt that would even make Dan Marino believe in both God and laces out. Murdoc drops for a pin attempt.

..1!

....2!

Thr-NO!

Now Murdoc gets aggravated by the absent third slap. Murdoc grabs the ref around the throat, but Little admonishes him, reminding him that it is still an offense that could rid him of his title aspirations. Murdoc spins to find that Showtime rolled out of the ring for a bit of respite. Relentless, the Beast pursues his quarry as the President fumbles around the ring, still apparently slightly blinded. Showtime cowers against the steel steps as the Monster approaches. Murdoc inhales deeply, letting loose another fireball!

NO!

This one is blocked by Showtime's ready reflexes and staged fire extinguisher by the steps. Wryght sprays Murdoc heavily with the suffocating foam before clocking him with the implement across the forehead. Showtime empties the container, smacking the Beast with the canister, and screaming obscenities between assaults. Showtime yanks Murdoc to his feet and rolls him into the ring. For good measure, Wryght drives the weapon into the left knee a few time before discarding it. He grapevines the legs.

Jerry Andrews: He's going for another Spotlight!

Ace Anderson: Dammit! No! Murdoc escaped before he could lock it in!

Now it's Murdoc's turn for some much needed space as he leaves the ring to shake off the effects of the chemicals. However, the President doesn't feel very charitable, stalking his foe outside. A well-timed chop block drops the Monster back to the floor. Showtime collects the top tier of the stairs, struggling as he heaves them above his head with malicious intent in his eyes. Murdoc stammers upright on spaghetti legs as Wryght tries to drive the steel onto Murdoc's cranium, but the Beast blocks the move. Both men struggle for position with the furniture until Murdoc lunges forward, driving the crease of the steps onto Showtime's brow. Both he and the steps collapse to the ground with a metallic thud.

Murdoc wastes no time, gathering his prey from the mat and hoisting him into the ring. He pulls the President to his feet, spins himself around and lamb bastes him with a doubled up fist.

Jerry Andrews: Temporary Oblivion!

Ace Anderson: No! It can't end this way!

Little slides into position.

..1!

....2!

......3!

Jerry Andrews: Murdoc has done it! He's the number one contender!

Winner, and new number one contender for the PCW World Championship: Murdoc via pinfall

Little goes to raise Murdoc's hand, but the Monster yanks it from his grasp with a threatening stare. Suddenly, as he's celebrating with his hands held high, a substance begins to rain on the ring. Little assists Showtime to the back, leaving a puzzled Murdoc wondering over the unusual precipitation.

Ace Anderson: Is that glitter?

Jerry Andrews: I believe it is.

A still of Dan Fierce standing face to face with Murdoc flashes on the PCW-Tron.

"You're not going to rid of me quite that easily, you oversized heavy metal gorilla."

Another still of Dan Fierce getting the better of the man-monster in the middle of the ring as the ref hits the three count on one of their fate-filled matches pop up.

"We have some unfinished business. And we have something in common, you and I."

Yet another still of Fierce holding his own against the Unclean Beast at Return to Glory comes into view.

"You like fire, and I'm a flamer. The funny thing about glitter. It can be made from nearly anything. Magnesium, for instance."

Murdoc sees a flash, causing him to flee the ring just as all of the glitter raining down bursts into a pyrotechnic cloud.

Jerry Andrews: Holy cow! The whole ring is on fire!

"I'll be back when you least expect me, and when I do, I'm bringing all of hell with me!"

As firemen and women rush the ring to douse the flames, Murdoc watches, a slight bit of laughter erupting from his gut.

Ace Anderson: Murdoc's laughing. I think I want to go home now.

- CLICK -