Deadly Intentions VII Results

[Rick Majors]

PCW Deadly Intentions VII
Sunday October 9th, 2016

I'm the only one that's standing here
So mama don't you have no fear
I'll be the last 'til I've already won
Here I go..!!

Take me down
Take me down
Take me down
Won't you take me down

The camera pans across the frantic PCW Faithful as they rise to their feet in anticipation for tonight's event. At ringside, Jerry Andrews is standing alongside Ace Anderson, as usual, to welcome the audience at home to the show.

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm Jerry Andrews and welcome to Deadly Intentions!

Ace Anderson: I am Ace Anderson and what a show we have for you tonight!!

Jerry Andrews: Five huge matches, including the DEADLY RUMBLE where we will name a new number one contender for the PCW World Championship! Plus, the Underground, North American and International Titles are on the line as well as the PCW World Title!

Ace Anderson: Phew! I'm tired just thinking about it!

Jerry Andrews: Can you imagine what's going to happen tonight? Like, we know Alexa has more a perchant for the extreme end of things, and Crazy Boy himself is known for his unpredictability. It’ll be interesting to see what these two do when forced to obey the rules for once. Although for Alexa ...

Ace Anderson: She won’t care! She gets disqualified, no big deal. She still walks out with the gold.

Jerry Andrews: An interesting note and one heckuva hurdle to jump for Crazy Boy. We also have High Tide going mano-a-mano with Seromine. These two have BOTH been on somewhat of a tear but at Trauma 199, their paths crossed and ... well, no one has seen hide ... nor hair ... of High Tide! We’re not even sure if he’ll make it to the show, Ace.

Ace Anderson: Well if he does, you can bet your ass he’ll be gunning for Seromine. And not to be outdone on the crazy, Lunacy is going to be defending ‘his’ Underground championship in the first match of the evening against Andy D! Lunacy pounced on the perfect oppportunity, attacking Andy D after he had already been through Hell and Back with Murdoc! Who knows what’s going to happen now that Andy D is in the ring with him for realsies?!

Jerry Andrews: ... for realsies. Riiiiiiiiiight. Anywhos, speaking of Murdoc ... we have our first of two main events of the evening - that of the PCW World Championship. Murdoc versus reigning champion, Phinehas Grimm. Dear God. I think the talk has said all its’ going to. Everybody’s been so obsessed with this match, it’s almost taken on mythic proportions.

Ace Anderson: And rightly so, Jerry. THIS is a once-in-a-lifetime moment where two titans of the squared circle do battle for the biggest prize in the land. You don’t get much more legendary than that, and I’m sure we’ll be talking about it for years to come.

Jerry Andrews: That is a match that is years and years in the making, two absolute PCW legends will finally go one-on-one with the biggest prize in our company on the line!!

Ace Anderson: Murdoc versus Grimm happens tonight live ONLY on PCW Deadly Intentions!

Jerry Andrews: Well Ace, if that weren’t enough ... our second Main Event of the evening is the Feature Attraction. The match where tonight’s festivities originate. THE DEADLY RUMBLE. It’s a rumble like most, except in THIS one ... the winner will receive a World Title match in the main event of our next pay-per-view - Living A Legacy!

Ace Anderson: And don't forget, we're also on the road to a landmark edition of Trauma: Trauma 200! That will be a very special program featuring some of the best moments in PCW history and a main event for the ages!

Jerry Andrews: That's right! Murdoc and Grimm, despite battling one another tonight, will be forced to team up with one another alongside Alexa Black, Seromine and the returning Sadistic!

Ace Anderson: They'll face the team of Dan Fierce, Rick Majors, Kelli Starr, Nathan Saniti and....

Jerry Andrews: We have no idea, but maybe we'll find out tonight!!!

Ace Anderson: Do you always talk with exclamation points? Jesus, you sound like Billy Mays.

Jerry Andrews: Sorry, Ace. Normally I’m a pretty composed, professional kind of guy ... but tonight’s card has built into what some would call the stuff of legends.

Ace Anderson: Ah, one thing I’ll actually agree with you on, Jerry.

Ace Anderson: Christ, enough talk ... I’m over it! Let’s get the night started. Take us to the first match.[/div][/i]

With that, we head to Sasha Greene for our formal introductions

”Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for your first contest of the evening!!!

The lights go down and ”The Lotion” by The Groundskeepers begin to play over the speakers. All that’s left is the flash of camera bulbs from the fans, phone flashes ... all looking to light up the night. And in the midst of that, a light green hue begins to rise up from seemingly nowhere. Just enough light to see three murky and nebulous humanoid forms clawing and dragging themselves from under the ring.

The shuffling of feet and the scrape of boots, the apron of the ring fluttering on three sides as each form appears from a different length. As they Slither into the ring, the lights are reaching pure brilliance until ... ?

POP.

The green lights are gone, the normal lights have returned ... and in the ring stand Lunacy, flanked by the Jackdaw and his ‘enforcer’ Mark Maylock.

Jerry Andrews: Okay Ace. First match of the night. Underground rules for the Underground Title. Means there’s no champion’s advantage here. Who do you have winning and how are they gonna do it?

Ace Anderson: Here’s the color, scrub; take notes. On one side of the ring, you have the champion. Lunacy. With back-up. In a no-rules scenario. That’s absolutely HUGE. 3 on 1 is, on GOOD nights, a suicide mission. With the lack of safety netting for Andy D, I honestly can’t say he’s got much of a shot.

Jerry Andrews: I have to say Andy’s biggest chance to nab a victory here tonight is to just run. Run and run and run and OUT-RUN Lunacy. Wear him down with a blitzkrieg styled offense and then when the moment is right ... surprise him. That, I will have to say, is the only way I see Andy D walking out with his hand raised and a new trophy for his rumpus room.

Ace Anderson: ... rumpus. RUMPUS. Ahahahahahaha ...

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

Ace Anderson: Well speaking of Mr. Rumpus ...

Jerry Anderson: That’s not what I said, Ace!

As the chorus starts up on the song, an explosion of pyro goes off and the arena lights all come back up, but unlike normal when he usually appears in the center of the ring, this time Andy appears in the entrance way. And he has a microphone in his hand. After he quiets the crowd down after a few long seconds, Andy bring the mic to his mouth to address them.

Andy D: Lunacy, I don’t know where you got the idea that you look like a badass by attacking me after I’d had my arse kicked by Murdoc already. I don’t know where you got the idea that it’s fun to cause explosions inside the ring and endanger fans. And I don’t know where you got the idea that you can just show utter disrespect to anything and everything. And to be honest, I don’t care.

Lunacy, The Jackdaw and Brother Maylock look out the ring to Andy, smiling in anticipation of all the pain they are about to inflict on the Underground Challenger tonight.

Andy D: See as I recall, you declared war on PCW. Well I’m here to say that you have your war. And I’m going to be the first one to step up and defend PCW from the likes of you.

There’s a huge cheer from The Faithful in attendance, but the Anarchy trio in the ring don’t look fazed in the slightest.

Andy D: Now I know what you’re thinking. Who in their right mind would be crazy enough to stand alongside me? Who would be insane enough to try and attack you from behind? But you see that’s where you’re wrong. You don’t have to be crazy to jump you guys, you have to be incredibly stupid.

The trio in the ring are paying too much attention to Andy on the entrance to notice the two hooded robed individuals who have jumped the barricades and entered the ring behind them

Andy D: Thankfully, I know some incredibly stupid people.

And if that wasn’t a cue for the Anarchy lot to turn around, the sound of the lightsabers powering up that the robbed indivudal’s have pulled out from under said garments defiantly causes Lunacy, Jackdaw and Maylock to turn around. Jackdaw and Maylock get a lightsaber crashing into their heads (which aren’t real lightsabers because that’s ridiculous, they’re just those cool replicas with the plastic blades and cool light effects). With his partners down, Lunacy manages to get some punches off before the two get another swing. Their hoods fall open in the onslaught of punches to reveal that it’s none other than Jackle and Menace, a.k.a the 2Guys.

Lunacy manages to beat both of them back and knocks them both out of the ring, but Andy’s used the distraction to run down to the ring and he’s straight on to Lunacy, turning him around and throwing several punches at his opponent as the bell rings and the match gets officially underway.

PCW Underground Championship
Lunacy (©) vs Andy D
Referee: Nigel Gale

DING DING DING!

Jerry Andrews: Well this has definitely evened up the odds CONSIDERABLY, Ace! Andy’s biggest problem was the looming threat of the Jackdaw and Maylock ... but the storied 2Guys have come to help their compatriot ... and we’ve got a whole new ball game. It’s ANYone’s match now!

Maylock and the Jackdaw are out of the ring in an instant to even up the odds, following after the 2Guys to continue the battle that started out of their hands. Probably not the way that Anarchy expected to begin the festivities ... but hey, Anarchy is a fickle mistress, hm? Lunacy having the distinct height advantage with the smaller weight advantage, he quickly attempts to muscle and outreach Andy D, but Andy is quick to get under a good number of Lunacy’s shots and retaliate with his own precise strikes.

Lunacy unable to fight around Andy D from over top, he’s forced to call a quick retreat towards the ropes ... tangling himself in them to avoid as many hits as he can but Andy is RELENTLESS. There’s nothing stopping him and he fully intends on pushing the maximum damage to the limit. Backing away only slightly, he forces himself forward with all of his momentum and tackles Lunacy straight through the ropes and to the floor below.

Ace Anderson: Holy hell, Jerry ... Andy’s fighting like a drunken sailor! This is awesome, he’s actually out-striking Lunacy. Not something we see every night from Mr. D.

Jerry Andrews: I think it’s just that unpredictability that is going to serve him really well if he keeps it up. Keep Lunacy guessing and it’ll be hard to defend against.

As the two men crumple to the floor below, Andy is quick to pop to his feet ... just in time to greet the roar of approval from the fans. Lunacy slowly rounding the steel ring-stairs in an attempt to not only put distance but obstacles between himself and the challenger, he scrambles towards the barricade to pull himself up but Andy D has taken flight with a dash and a step up ... cross body block! He and Lunacy tumbling over the barricade into the first row of fans, the sea of humanity parts to make way for the bowling ball superstars.

Andy dragging Lunacy to his feet, the attack continues and Lunacy is finding himself almost ... renewed ... amidst the chaos of the crowd. The wriggling sea of arms and legs doing enough to throw Andy D off ever so slightly, Lunacy begins to mount a comeback ... fighting each blow with one of his own. Soon, it’s Lunacy controlling the pace and forcing the challenger through the crowd and up towards the nose-bleed section.

Taking a detour towards the nearest opening, they disappear for a few seconds as cameras scramble to catch up with them.

Jerry Andrews: We apologize for the interruption, fans but as soon as we get eyes backstage we’ll -- wait. Wait, here we go.

As the cameras from backstage come to life, we see Lunacy wrapping a seemingly freshly-liberated toilet seat around Andy D’s head. ... it would have to be freshly liberated because ... well ... reasons. Now there’s no telling where Lunacy GOT a toilet seat, but it’s a good bet that its’ pretty high up on the chemical warfare list in hand-to-hand combat.

Andy wearing the porcelain collar as he staggers in a slow circle, Lunacy drags him by said adornment down a narrow hallway with random backstage equipment. Slamming Andy into the wall a few times, he hoists the lighter challenger onto his shoulder and rams him headfirst into the wall. A 180 degree turn and a repeat of the same - Andy’s coconut smacking into plaster.

Andy sliding off of the champ’s shoulder behind him, he uses the surprise move and forces all of his weight into the small of Lunacy’s back ... violently thrusting both men forward into a closed door. The resulting THUNK staggers Lunacy and buys Andy a few precious seconds to collect his thoughts. But as soon as Andy has found himself some time ... Anarchy erupts.

Maylock and the Jackdaw appearing seemingly out of nowhere, they each have their own personal instrument of violence. In Maylock’s case, a folding ironing board. And for the Jackdaw? A broken piece of a steel chair ... the flat back part. The two arriving with a pair of stereo shots to the back of the head, Andy drops prone to the cold floor as Anarchy lifts Lunacy from his stupor.

Jerry Andrews: And there’s the numbers game playing into Lunacy’s favor yet again. Weakening Andy D even further and giving Lunacy the breathing room to formulate his next ... wait, scratch that. I was about to say Lunacy’s next plan.

Ace Anderson: Lunacy doesn’t plan, Jerry. We all know that. The issue HERE, is that all this is great for bringing someone to a grinding halt ... but you STILL have to get the pinfall IN THE RING. And boy oh boy, these two are faaaaaaaaaaaaaaar away from the ring. This is doing the champ no good! It’s like missing the forest because there’s trees in the way.

The trio beginning to drag the slow-to-recover Andy out of the backstage area ... the odds are evened up yet again as ... as they tend to do, the 2Guys rise from absolute obscurity to take the place by storm! Immediately jumping on top of the bigger threats, the ones with armaments, Jackle and Menace peel Maylock and the Jackdaw away from the fracas. Lunacy roars in frustration at these two idiots and goes to join the brou-ha-ha, but Andy trips Lunacy from underneath with a vicious chop block to the right leg ... hobbling the champ and giving 2Guys a chance to square things up again.

Andy D quick to try and escape the numbers game, to give himself more of a chance at a fair fight, he grabs a nearby fire extinguisher and shows his mastery of the PASS method in putting out fires. Pull, Aim, Squeeze and Sweep. And boy, does he ever. Catching literally all five of the superstars in the dense, ice cold fogginess ... he grabs for someone. Anyone. He pulls out ... Jackle. No, not this one.

Shoving Jackle back into the fracas, he grabs the next available shoulders and ... AH! Jackdaw! SMACK! Releasing his catch back into the mists, a third attempt ... followed by a retaliatory headbutt from Lunacy. The pair are back to trading shots at each other as they make their way out of this seemingly long corridor. The hallway opening into vending area ... snack and convenience foods galore right before the bleachers ... Andy hurls Lunacy into the nearest beverage dispensary.

A can of Polar Ice conveniently pops from the machine as it reads a curious ‘###$---000‘ error. Never seen that one, before. Picking up the beverage, he pops the top open and guzzles a few mouthfuls before dumping the rest of its’ contents onto Lunacy’s throbbin’ noggin. Lunacy clawing ... scrambling to get his hands on anything that might help him catch a break ... his hands find a foam finger. Blue, PCW branded foam finger. SURPRISE, MISTER D! SLAP! SLAP SLAP SLAP! The strikes do absolutely nothing in harming Andy D, but my GOD is he confused.

And that is the opening Lunacy needs to kick one right between the uprights. Andy doubling over and to his knees in agony, Lunacy drops to a knee right in front of Andy and delivers a swift shot to the Adam’s Apple that floors the challenger once and for all. As Lunacy finally makes his way to his feet, steady once again, a proud and domineering champion ... he turns and spies the opening back into the crowd and smiles.

That’s a long way to the ring.

No telling if Andy will stay down long enough.

A glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes, he grabs the cameraman and shoves him back with ruthless aggression, sending the eyes of the fans into a tailspin.

Ace Anderson: What?!

Jerry Andrews: What in the name of God is Lunacy DOING??

There’s commotion and muffled sounds as the microphone on the camera scrapes to try and pick up anything, but it’s pure static until the hardy operator finally makes it back to his feet. What he catches is Andy D’s nearly unconscious form choked half-to-death with the cord of a vacuum cleaner. As Lunacy lets the pressure slacken on the cord, he does up the final buckle on a ... harness? Uhm ...

... ?

Picking Andy up with great effort, he hoists Andy onto his shoulder and walks towards the opening of the room into the crowd. And there, several hundred feet from the ring ... Lunacy begins to climb over the railing of the balcony with Andy D in tow.

Ace: ... oh f***.

Jerry: This just got way more serious than anyone wanted. Stop him. I have no idea what he’s doing but go stop him. Get him the f*** down from there ... !

The crowd gasps in unified horror as Lunacy motions to the heavens. A set of buckles descend from the ceiling and stop directly in front of him. Beginning the process of hooking himself up to the rigging, he casually ignores that he has a human being on his shoulder and makes his final preparation. Laughing heartily as the rigging begins to lift ... taking he and Andy D off of the balcony ever so slightly.

Ace: JESUS CHRIST, ANDY!

With a final signal, the zipline is complete ... and both Lunacy AND Andy begin to descend towards the ring. Faster than a brisk powerwalk, but not breakneck. Lunacy knows that dragging Andy towards the ring is enough time to have Andy fight him at some point. Why waste the effort, right?

Besides ... the sudden stop should be fun, he supposes. Might drop him.

As Lunacy and Andy both come to a halt directly over the ring, the rigging lowers to about 20 feet above the canvas. But the lowering suddenly stops with a jerk! A very scary situation for all involved, we finally get to see who’s controlling the machine. Maylock and the Jackaw. The insane yet intelligent pair that they are have been controlling the apparatus the whole time. Unfortunately, the 2Guys have halted the pair and brought the descent to a screeching stop.

As Lunacy and Andy D dangle above the ring, Jackle takes control of the rigging and ... like some grim claw machine, begins to lower the harness (albeit a bit slower this time) until the pair are fifteen feet above the ring. Lunacy has no concerns about being above the ring and is beginning to reach for the buckles of his harness. But Andy ... very gingerly and carefully ... is fighting to keep Lunacy hooked in and --

... fuck me.

Lunacy hits the emergency release.

The pair plummet towards the canvas and Lunacy is fighting to take control of the fall ... but it’s Andy who, having been on Lunacy’s shoulder, is able to force the champion underneath him in a monumental Avalanche Splash that shakes the ring itself! Nearly collapsing under the pressure, Andy D and Lunacy are flat on the mat and unmoving in their positions.

They’re both in the ring, and with both the 2Guys and Anarchy on their way to the ring to check on/assist the pair of men ... the referee checking on both men ... he gives no signal to stop the match (mostly because he cannot) ... and begins to count!

1!

2!

3!!

DING DING DING!!!

The crowd is shocked and there is no cheering, no celebration as Andy D has beaten Lunacy to gain the Underground Championship!

Winner and NEW Underground King: Andy D

Jerry Andrews: Congratulations Andy D, etc etc ... get medical in there now!

As medical personnel as well as security, referees and various Pure Class officials we go to several replays of the moments leading up to and the terrifying plunge that led to the end of the match. When we return several agonizing moments later, Lunacy is stirring on the mat whilst Andy D is being supported by the 2Guys with the Underground championship firmly clutched in his hand.

Ace Anderson: Dear god in heaven.

Jerry Andrews: Well, I suppose congratulations are in order for the new Underground King, but let’s make sure they’re fully functional after those final minutes. Can we cut to something while they finish checking on these two?

The camera witnesses a hand rap on a door marked with a star declaring the inhabitor to be Nathan Saniti. After a second, somewhat impatient knock, the door opens with a rather terse looking Nathan on the other side. He sees who the visitor is, and his sobriety is replaced with his huge, unsettling grin. The camera pans back to see that the guest is none other than Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith.

"Mr. Smith!" Nathan exclaims with relish. He then apologizes for the misfired condiment from his earlier decorated hot dog meal. He quickly extends a hand, which a laughing Crazy Boy happily takes before pulling the Madcap Magician in for a brotherly hug that catches Nathan somewhat off-guard. He winces from the pressure on his injured arm. Smith rapidly releases the hold apologetically.

"It's perfectly fine, my good man," Nathan reassures Tyrone. "Now, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

Now it was CB's turn to be serious. "I have a favor to ask," he states, somewhat timidly.

"Well, come in, my old friend. Let us discuss what's on your mind."

Nathan leads Crazy Boy into his locker room, politely shutting the door behind them.

There's a quick cut to another part of the arena where Shane Dodge has caught up with Rick Majors.

Shane Dodge: Rick Majors, you're making another return from injury here tonight in the Deadly Rumble. The last time we saw you in the ring, the Darkness did a number on you and it looked like you wouldn't bounce back this time. How are you feeling physically.

Rick Majors: I haven't felt good physically in about a decade Shane.

Shane Dodge: But are you cleared to compete? You're in your ring gear. Will you be in the Deadly Rumble tonight.

Rick Majors: I'll be in the match.

Shane Dodge: But are you cleared to compete by the medical staff?

Rick Majors: I'll be in the match.

Shane Dodge: Looking forward a little bit, you're going to be a part of that huge ten person tag on Trauma 200! But, as of right now, your team only has four members. Any word on the fifth?

Rick Majors: Ahhh... I see how this is. You pretend to care about my physical health when all you really want is a big scoop. Right Shane?

Shane Dodge: No... I...

Rick Majors: Good luck Shane.

And, with that, Rick Majors walks off and the shot returns to ringside.

Ace Anderson: It appears that Rick Majors is going to be one of the participants in the Deadly Rumble here tonight!

Jerry Andrews: And it also appears that we still have no idea who is going to be the fifth person on his team on Trauma 200!

Ace Anderson: I'm starting to wonder if they have anyone at all.

Jerry Andrews: Well... we'll have to see. But coming up next is another huge championship match!

Ace Anderson: Oh baby! Now we're getting into one of the matches I've been looking forward to; the Alexa Black versus Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith.

Jerry Andrews: No kidding. The history between these two competitors is nothing short of brutal, I doubt tonight will be any exception.

Ace Anderson: Both Alexa and Crazy Boy have been on tear as of late, so this match will be a great one. And this time it'll be for the North American belt!

"The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the North American Championship. Introducing first, the challenger..."

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.

"Hailing from Biloxi, Mississippi, and weighing in at 227 pounds... Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith!"

The audience scrambles to their feet as smoke fills the arena. A figure stands in the middle of the fog. All of a 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 his nemesis to come.

Sasha allows the adulation of the crowd to die down before speaking again.

"And now introducing, she is the reigning North American Champion, accompanied by The Darkness and hailing from Los Angeles, California and weighing in at 200 pounds, Alexa Black!"

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

Alexa Black steps through the curtain, followed closely by Alexander and Frederick Shaw, as well as Baby Jenks, her face lit up with a wicked smile. She walks slowly down the ramp as the booing intensifies. The PCW Faithful don't hold back their hatred of this evil woman.

She mocks the crowd and badmouth fans on the way using various profanity which has to be bleeped out. She sees a kid at ringside and rips up his sign with a sadistic laugh. As she continues to walk 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 Alexa climbs up on the ring apron. She enters the ring and the crowd starts throwing rubbish at her . Food and cups of beer fly in from all directions but she simply doesn't care.

PCW North American Championship
Alexa Black (©) vs Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith
Referee: Ed Lane

Looking at the assembled Darkness with a grimace of hate, Crazy Boy asks for a microphone. He looks directly at a smirking Alexa as he raises the mic to his mouth.

Crazy Boy: "I'm not even going to pretend that I can count on you to and your goon squad to keep things fair and not play the numbers game. Luckily for you, I come prepared."

The voice of John F. Kennedy blasts a familiar speech over the airwaves.

"For we are opposed around the world
By a monolithic and ruthless conspiracy
That relies primarily on covert means
For expanding its sphere of influence
On infiltration instead of invasion
On subversion instead of elections
On intimidation instead of free choice
On guerrillas by night instead of armies by day
It is a system which has conscripted
Vast human and material resources
Into the building of a tightly knit
Highly efficient machine that combines military, diplomatic
Intelligence, economic, scientific and political operations
Its preparations are concealed, not published
Its mistakes are buried, not headlined
Its dissenters are silenced, not praised."

The opening guitar riff of "Defector," by Muse bring the Faithful to their feet, cheering loudly! A column of green smoke builds at the top of the empty ramp. The lights dim, lime green and purple spotlights strobing towards the smoke.

"Free! Yeah, I'm Free!

From your inc... c... citing!"

Nathan Saniti steps out from within the plume, doffing his hat with a flourish to the adoration of the fans, his orange hair spilling out from all sides. As the entrance music continues, he takes a couple of steps, obviously showing that his body is still mending from the brutal attack at the last pay-per-view. Realizing the pain he's in, he stops mid-way down the ramp. He motions for the music to stop before putting the mic to his lips again.

"I'm afraid this part of me can't be in your corner tonight, Mr. Smith."

The fans begin to boo a bit at the revelation. Crazy Boy looks downtrodden from the announcement. Nathan hangs his head in shame for a few seconds before raising it again with his unsettling grin.

"I said THIS part of me couldn't be in your corner, young man."

Suddenly the haunting bells of "Monster," by Imagine Dragons chimes over the P.A. system. Four plumes of smoke begin building in the ring, one in each corner. The Darkness recoils from the corners as if they had been bitten. Another plume of smoke builds next to the Mystical Madman. The audience watches, enthralled, as the smoke clears, revealing a mirror in each corner, as well as one next to Saniti.

"I said THIS part of me couldn't be in your corner. I never said I wouldn't be there for you."

Nathan steps into the mirror by his side before it dissolves in a puff of purple smoke. One by one, each of the four mirrors in the ring show an image of Saniti with his orange untamed mane of hair. Suddenly, the images shift as if they are stepping out of the looking glasses in unison. Stepping through, however, is Kelli Starr, an unknown woman with a prosthetic leg that comes to a sharp point, a bald, dark bearded man in what looks like black modern monk's garb, and... N. SANITI! The darker half of Nathan Saniti pauses to allow the Darkness to take in just who is standing in front of them.

Ace Anderson: Who are these people?

Jerry Andrews: I believe the woman might be Nathan's sister, Naomi and the man is Rasputin, Nathan's best friend and Kelli's uncle.

The Darkness clears the ring without hesitation as N. Saniti gets his (now) black hair and white highlights flowing around a sadistic smile on his face. Once again, he raises the mic to speak.

Wherever there is Darkness, there will always be those who oppose it. Sometimes, it must be done on equal ground. You have sown what you shall soon reap, Alexa. We are the Harvesters, come to collect. If your buffoons stay out of this match, then we shall remain neutral as well. Do the math, Alexa. The numbers are not in your favor.

Lane directs the assembly to get out of the ring, warning them all that he'll dismiss them if they interfere. N. Saniti smirks at Alexa, never once allowing his gaze to leave hers as he and the others comply and leave the ring.

Convinced that things are well in hand for now, Lane calls for the bell. The competitors circle each other before locking up in the ring. Despite having a 27 pound advantage, Crazy Boy gets forced into the corner by Alexa's immense strength. The ref calls for a clean break, but Alexa decides she'd rather choke the life out of Smith. The zebra begins to count, his admonishments halted each time at the count on four. After the third time of Alexa ignoring his warnings, Lane gets between the two, making sure the North American champion is aware that she's within a hair's breadth of being disqualified.

Alexa brushes past Lane, grabbing CB by the throat and performing a sit-out chokeslam out of the corner. Merciless, she snatches a fistful of CB's golden locks, yanking him to his feet before driving him right back down with a sit-out power bomb. She hooks a leg, but only gains a one count before the kick out.

Jerry Andrews: Alexa is really on the offensive tonight, knocking the wind right out of Crazy Boy's sails.

Ace Anderson: She's the North American champion for a reason, and it ain't because she plays well with others.

Jerry Andrews: That's the understatement of the year.

Alexa peels Smith from the mat, but as he gets to full upright, he blasts the Angry Amazon with a few hefty chops. He gets enough distance between them to nail a standing drop kick that launches her into the corner. Hard. Crazy Boy charges in with a leg lariat that sends both of them spilling onto the floor. The Shaw Brothers and Baby Jenks close in, but so does Kelli, N. Saniti, and Rasputin. Naomi stays behind to direct traffic. Before the Shaws and company can get any licks in, N. Saniti and his crew step surround Smith, protecting him.

Crazy Boy pats Nathan on the back in gratitude before rolling into the ring. Alexa has a grimace of anger across her face as she stands up, glaring daggers into N. Saniti while the rest of The Darkness rally behind her, convincing her to return to the ring before she's counted out. Crazy Boy waves for Alexa to come on as she re-enters the ring. Alexa screams in frustration as she hurls herself at Smith. A drop toe hold plants Alexa across the second rope. Tyrone runs the ropes to gain momentum, sliding out of the ring on top of Alexa. Saniti and Naomi guard one direction while Kelli and Rasputin guard the other.

Meanwhile, CB unloads a series of fists and chops to the NA Champ while the ref makes the count. The count gets to seven before the challenger reappears inside the squared circle. CB lands a couple more boots to the midsection before he charges the ropes to get more speed. As he hits the ropes, Alexander Shaw reaches in, tripping him and causing him to meet the mat face first.

N. Saniti answers Shaw's actions with a well thrown hat pin to his hand. Alexander yelps in pain, which causes Frederick to lunge at Saniti. Naomi halts the brute's aggression with a hand to his heart. She smile coyly, whispering sweet words to the monster of a man. Soon enough, Frederick sits complacently down to the ground. She waggles an accusatory finger at Alexander as he steps forward, but thinks better of it.

Ace Anderson: Where is Baby Jenks?

Jerry Andrews: I'm not sure.

Back in the ring, Alexa uses the commotion to her advantage, gathering CB into a seated position and ensnaring him in the Spider's Web. Smith starts to fade, but with all of the action going on outside of the ring, the ref is too distracted to pay attention. As CB finally fades out, Alexa releases the hold and finally notices the zebra's distraction. She screams out her frustration, pounding the mat like a punching bag before leaping to her feet. She spins Lane around, shouting obscenities at his face.

Behind her, Crazy Boy is slowly coming to, sitting halfway up, holding his throbbing cranium and shaking loose the cobwebs. The Angry Amazon spins to correct her opponent's attempt at regaining consciousness with a punt to the head, but CB slips to the side and adds a bit of momentum to the leg, causing Alexa to fall flat on her back.

Smith spring up like a Jack-in-the-box, thumping the rising Alexa with several kicks to the forehead. He hits the ropes, landing a beautiful lionsault. He hooks the leg.

..1!

....2!

NO!

CB slaps the mat in anger, peeling his nemesis from the mat as he stands. He scoop slams her, adding a couple of boots to the sternum for the exclamation point as he scales the turnbuckles. He launches himself up in the air, connecting with a frog splash.

Outside the ring, Naomi gets nearly pulled under the ring by her prosthetic leg, but Kelli and Rasputin grab her arms before she disappears under the ring. Using their combined might, they pull her free from her unseen abductor, but her leg is missing. N. Saniti direct the ref to pay attention, since CB has had a pin attempt on Alexa for at least five seconds now. Lane begins to argue with Saniti, completely oblivious to Baby Jenks popping out from under the ring with Naomi's leg in her hands. CB gets up off of the pin to get the ref to do his job.

Jerry Andrews: Uh oh. Baby Jenks just slipped Alexa that leg.

Ace Anderson: Holy cow! She just clubbed Crazy Boy with it! He's out!

Alexa ditches the device and drops for the pin. Lane finally returns his attention to the mat, sliding down for the count.

..1!

....2!

......3!

DING! DING! DING!

"Your winner, and STILL North American Champion, Alexa Black!"

Winner: Alexa Black by Pinfall

Saniti and company climb into the ring to offer their condolences to a very frustrated Crazy Boy. Baby Jenks collects the leg from the floor, joining her stable mates with a huge grin. She taunts the lot as they console their friend. Saniti asks for a mic. With a stern look, he glowers at the retreating Darkness.

N. Saniti: "Young lady, you have only one chance to return what doesn't belong to you before you're made an example of."

Jenks only laughs at Saniti's words.

Baby Jenks: "I'm keeping this. It's mine now."

Without another word, N. Saniti, Naomi, and Rasputin begin chanting in unison. The arena lights start to flash and green smoke begins to billow out from within the prosthesis. The smoke begins to envelop Jenks like a snake entangling its victim. The PCW arena goes completely black just as Jenks lets out a blood curdling shriek. As they come back on, Jenks is nowhere to be found. The leg lay on the ground, twitching of its own accord. Suddenly, it flies up in the air and towards the ring to Naomi's waiting hand. As Naomi refastens her leg, Saniti turns his attention back to The Darkness.

Saniti: "We've made the first check mark on our own list. Those of you who remain should take note. Your days of running roughshod on PCW are quite numbered. Make your peace, Darkness, for the Harvesters are here to remove the chaff from the grain. The Darkness is merely the start. The evil running amok in PCW shall finally be reined in."

A close up of candles arranged on a mantle is seen. Some still flicker with life to give. Some have been whittled down. Some have burned completely out and serve as nothing more than hardened wax. Whatever the case may be, the symbols are around the International Title centerpiece. The camera pulls back, it’s focus now shifted to the followers who comprise most of Salvation. They are seen kneeled down in front of a lit fireplace, the crackling of the wood adding noise to an otherwise somber ambiance. The glow of the fire mutes the darkness of the location, reflecting it off the various animal masks the members wear. Slowly they turn their heads forward, staring straight ahead and bringing their other knee down to join with an extension of their arms. Their leader has arrived. Seromine walks into the picture and has a seat down on the stone slab. His Owl mask is made all the more devilish with the light source. He looks to his left. Then to his right. And then begins to laugh…

“South Carolina, I have some truth to tell you. For some, it will be like biting a cyanide capsule as they refuse to accept my prophecy. For others, they will for the first time in their pathetic, miserable lives, be able to remove the blinders and see the light. But not just in this state. Across the nation. Across the world. At home. In their dreams, in their wake, everyone will hear our message. Hear my voice. Only I can lead you to Salvation. We are the pillars of truth. These brothers of mine, these sisters of mine, they were hand chosen and plucked from a cruel world that spit in their face. Turned them away at their weakest moment. I found them, they serve me and in turn, I saved them. Believe it when I say that your world is marked for global execution. You can continue either keep being the lambs to slaughter you are now, or you can follow us and accept ME as the lord and savior you desperately need!”

Seromine’s tone was beginning to get more agitated, his body language more animated as he stands up.

“Accept US as the harbingers of a new beginning. As they have. I spoke of finding the witch and the resurrected previously. Plucked from the rank and file of society, Sabrina Parker and Eldridge Jordan have had their fate pardoned. Salem and Lazarus, wearers of the Dog and Elk, I hearby cleanse you and say welcome to your new reality!”

The original six followers stand up and remove individual candles off the mantle while chanting the name of the group in errie unison. The newest members kneel down in front of Seromine as he places his hands on top of their heads. With a nod, Destiny walks to his side and lifts their unseen faces up to her gaze. Pulling her mask above her mouth, she crouches down and mists them in the face. Both hit the ground in agony as their eyes burn from the sprayed liquid. Once they stand back up, they are gifted their masks, candles and robes and take their place amongst everyone else.

“Light your candle for us, my faithful. Praise be unto Seromine. Praise be unto Salvation. Together we CAN drive out the dark. We WILL slay the wicked of PCW. The Nathan Saniti’s. The Kelli Starr’s. The Rick Majors. The Dan Fierce’s and anybody who so chooses to stand with them or stands across from me in the ring. High Tide, the higher ups have marked you for sacrifice tonight. Say your prayers, little lamb. And to those who I’ll see in the Deadly Rumble later, thank you for being the next steps I walk on to my ascension to the throne.”

And with that message, the feed abruptly is cut off.

When the live shot returns, we are backstage with Kelli Starr who is just returning to the backstage arena.

Shane Dodge: Kelli! Kelli Starr!

Kelli Starr just walks past him.

Shane Dodge: Kelli Starr! We just saw you out in the ring in that chaotic situation! What was that about!? And can you give me any information on who your fifth team member will be at Trauma 200!?

Kelli Starr looks at Shane briefly and then continues down the hallway. The shot then returns to ringside.

Ace Anderson: What a crazy night we're already having, and there have only been two matches!

Jerry Andrews: It's certainly been something tonight. I feel like it's about to get even crazier because Seromine defends his International Title next.

Ace Anderson: No one has seen High Tide since Trauma 199. You have to wonder what happened to him and if he'll be out here tonight!

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 ring where he motions dropping and anchor and proceeds to hop on to the turnbuckle and dive headfirst over the ropes, rolling into a standing position. Then he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and pulls out a spyglass, looking around at the audience. He mimics loading a cannon, as he motions firing it; he jumps off the turnbuckle into the ring (to imitate recoil) as fireworks shoot from all four turnbuckles.

Jerry Andrews: Well, there's your answer: The challenger is here.

Ace Anderson: Good to see! Now for the champion.

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. A sudden "candlelight" spotlight shines below the stage. Three children who look no older than between seven to ten years old have appeared. All three are dressed in white. Two girls are shown swinging a jump rope as their male counterpart does the jumping. In unison, the three recite this famous bedtime prayer for all to hear:

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray Salvation my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
I pray Seromine my soul to take.

Murmurs begin in the crowd as the children giggle and run off into the darkness, thus the end of the spotlight. 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 nine candles being held by nine 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 five female followers are adorned in white; their masks are demonic takes of a Rattlesnake, Wolf, Pig, Rabbit and Dog. Opposite them are the four male followers dressed in black. Their masks consist of a Ram, Grizzly, Goat and Elk. 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, Salvation 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.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the Pure Class Wrestling International Championship."

The crowd cheers

"Introducing first is the challenger. Hailing from Toronto, Canada. Weighing one ninety-five pounds.HIGH TIDE!!!!"

Jerry Andrews: I'm glad to see that High Tide is looking good.

Ace Anderson: The match hasn't even started and you're already kissing up to him.

Jerry Andrews: Hey, I'm happy to see him back!

"And his opponent."

The fans cheers turn to boos.

"Hailing from the Labyrinth Grove in the Absinthe Realm. Weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds. He is the reigning and defending Prue Class Wrestling International Champion. SEROMINE!!!!"

Seromine charges after High Tide, with the International Championship in his hands, but Tide ducks it and hits Seromine with a dropkick and sends him to the outside. Sasha quickly exits the ring and Little signals for the bell.

PCW International Championship
Seromine (©) vs High Tide
Referee: Tyrone Little Jr.

DING DING DING DING!!!!

High Tide is climbing up to the top rope and Seromine is back to his feet and is back down from a cross body High Tide pops back up and moves back the followers of Seromine. Tide turns back around and helps Seromine up and tosses him in under the bottom tope. Tide enters the ring and hits the ropes and goes for his tilt-a-whirl-ddt, but Seromine connects on a reverse atomic drop, High Tide backs to the ropes and is spun out and over the top rope quickly with a strong lariat from Seromine. Tide smacks on the ring apron, Seromine hits the far ropes and comes in with a baseball slide dropkick that sends Tide to the floor and Seromine under the bottom rope is now standing on the ring apron and turns his back to High Tide and does a standing moonsault from the apron to High Tide. Seromine jumps over the guardrails and then springs to the top of them and comes over with a spinning heel kick that takes Tide back down. Seromine slides into the ring and makes his cross pose, as does all his followers. Little continues the count on High Tide. Tide is up and in on the count of eight. Seromine starts his six-six-six stomp, but Tide holds the leg and starts to stand up, but Seromine counters with a one footed dropkick with his free leg, Tide is sent into the ropes from the shot and Seromine takes him down with a toe hold and applies a reverse chinlock.

Ace Anderson: Seromine is in control of the match early, displaying wrestling skills.

Jerry Andrews: As you said it is still early.

High Tide is putting up a fight, but Seromine is holding on tightly. Tyrone Little is making sure it isn't a chokehold and Seromine moves his body into cheating position, as he closes the distance from himself and the ropes and hooks his legs on the middle rope, applying more pressure to the hold illegally. High Tide is telling the referee to look at the champions legs, but Seromine drops them back down to the mat right before Little is up to see the injustice that he was conflicting. Seromine tells Little to get back down there and do his job. Little is down asking Tide if he wants to give it up, but High Tide is holding on, trying to fight back. Seromine again hooks the middle rope with his feet and uses them to his advantage. Tide is moving around from the added pressure. Little looks up and sees Seromine's legs hooked to the middle rope and he moves over and kicks them off and is now counting for Seromine to break the hold, which he does on nine. Seromine is now arguing with the referee about getting involved and Little is telling him not to be cheating. Seromine turns around and is met with a boot to the mid-section, which is followed up with a hurricanrana; both champion and challenger are down.

Jerry Andrews: Tide turned the… TIDE of the match Ace.

Ace Anderson: Oooo, ha ha. I bet you have been waiting to say that bad joke for a while now haven't you?

Both are getting up, Tide locks in and takes Seromine over with a snap suplex. High Tide is on top of Seromine, punching away at his face, but Little hooks the arm of Tide and tells him to open the fist. Seromine thumbs High Tide in the eye for and takes him over in a sunset flip, for a quick two count before Tide kicks out. Both men are up and High Tide is still blind, Seromine sees his chance at this opening and hits the ropes hard and slams his arm into High Tide, turning the challenger inside out with a stiff as a board lariat. Tide is down; Seromine starts his six-six-six stomp and pleases himself that he was able to finish the move completely without being stopped. Seromine makes his way over to the challenger's legs and locks in a sharpshooter. Tide's joints are aching in pain, after the pin point stomping to them. Little is down there asking Tide what he wants to do, Seromine is screaming for High Tide to quit. Tide grabs the ropes, Tyrone asks for the break, but Seromine wants the count and after four, he releases the hold. Seromine is helping the challenger up, but Tide pulls both legs out from Seromine and drops down for a pin and gets a very surprising two count. Seromine livid is up punching and kicking the challenger, choking him at one point before sending him to the buckles.

Ace Anderson: Seromine came one count away from losing the International Championship there.

Jerry Andrews: Too bad he didn't.

Seromine comes charging in and is met with a double knee under the chin, staggering the champion back, he comes in again and is met with the same result. High Tide climbs up to the top rope and takes down Seromine with a diving spear, Tide with the cover and a two count is all that is given. High tide drops a knee onto the ankle of Seromine and follows that up with an ankle lock. Seromine is in pain, but is trying to pull himself to the ropes, but the challenger pulls him back and drops down to the mat and scissors the leg to add his weight along with Seromine's. Seromine is trying to reach for the ropes, but is in the middle of the ring. Seromine rolls twice and is near the ropes and pulls himself half way out of the ring, causing the break. High Tide is up, as Seromine is out on the apron now, Tide moves over and pulls the top rope and slingshots Seromine back into the ring. Dropkick, arm drag, hip toss and a back body drop sends Seromine rolling to the outside once again. Tide is on fire, the fans behind him he runs and slides under the bottom rope and lands on his feet infront of Seromine who is now on his feet and slammed face first into the steel steps. High Tide throws a couple of punches, before throwing Seromine back into the ring. Tide is up and is making his way to the top rope. High Tide comes off the top rope with a frog splash and hits it, hooking the leg after impact....one....two....SHOULDER is up.

Jerry Andrews: SOOOO close, but Seromine was able to get the shoulder up.

Ace Anderson: This has been the closest I have seen Seromine to losing his title.

High Tide can't believe it, but he does not get discouraged. The challenger climbs back up to the top rope, Seromine is slowly getting up and High Tide is encouraging him to do so and off comes Tide flying in the air and hitting Seromine with a missile dropkick, Seromine is down and Tide goes for the cover....one....two....LEG over the bottom rope. High Tide is on his knees shaking his head in disgust. High Tide is up quickly and pulls the almost lifeless carcass of Seromine to the middle of the ring and drops down, hooks the leg and gets a two count. Seromine rolls over to his stomach, so he is not in position for a pin. This does not keep the challenger from attacking. A crossface is locked in; Seromine is in pain, yelling towards his followers who are looking at each other wondering what to do. Tide is putting more pressure on the hold as he pulls back more and more, Seromine looks like he is starting to fade out. Seromine's eyes are slowly closing, his voice is becoming silent, the referee is slapping Seromine's arm, and it's not showing a response. Tyrone Little picks up Seromine's arm and it drops, Little counts one. Seromine's arm is brought up for a second time; it falls once again, causing Little to count two. A third time Seromine's arm is brought up and....Seromine's female followers jump up to the apron, causing High Tide to release the hold, before the referee could let go of Seromine's arm.

Ace Anderson: Looks like Tide's love for the Ladies might have just cost him the title.

Jerry Andrews: NOOOOO, he was so close.

The female followers are motioning for Tide to come over to them. High Tide's pirate life makes him a sucker for the wenches. Tide has a big ear to ear smile on his face, one of the females touch his arm, another touches his chest and another runs his fingers through his hair. Tyrone Little is over there telling them to get back down; High Tide is telling him that they can stay. The females are giggling at everything High Tide is telling them; meanwhile Destiny has made her way to the backside of this and enters the ring to revive her husband. Seromine is awake, Destiny makes her exit and back around to her side, the females all blow kisses towards High Tide before dropping down to the floor. Tide wants them to get back up there, Seromine is slowly making his way over to Tide with his arms raised. The challenger is turned around; his arms locked up by Seromine's arms and are getting hit with few headbutt's from Seromine. Then he is released and sent into the ropes and on the way back Seromine launches himself head first to the face of High Tide, knocking him down and maybe out. Seromine goes for the pin....one....two....SHOULDER is up for the challenger.

Jerry Andrews: OHHH that was close Ace.

Ace Anderson: I think Seromine might be a little shocked that High Tide was able to get out of it.

Seromine is starting to get a little upset and is now motioning for his male followers to get into the ring. Tyrone Little is shoved aside, as the men hold the challenger up, Seromine has an evil intention in mind.

Ace Anderson: Looks like this will be the end of High Tide, one way or another.

Jerry Andrews: Disqualify him referee.

Seromine is set to hit the ropes, but someone makes their way out of the crowd and enters the ring, High Tide is released and the male followers are chased out of the ring by Wasp!

Jerry Andrews: WASP IS HERE!

Wasp has Seromine backing up, but Seromine drops down into the corner, knowing if he is struck, it will cost High Tide the match. Wasp looks down at High Tide and then at the ropes as the male members are looking to enter back in the ring. Wasp runs over to them and backs them off; he exits the ring and the male followers being to jump him. Tide is up and sees this. But before he could exit the ring, Seromine springs up using the ropes and sprints over to High Tide takes him down with a school boy roll up complete with a hand full of tights....one.two....three, High Tide makes a last effort kickout, but comes a hair too late after the three count was made. Little calls for the bell.

DING DING DING DING!!!!

"Here is your winner and STILL Pure Class Wrestling International Champion....SEROMINE!!!!"

Winner: Seromine via pinfall

Seromine slips out of the ring and grabs his belt and with his followers High Tide is telling Little that he had his tights pulled, but Tyrone didn't see it. Wasp enters the ring with High Tide. Tide is looking down at Seromine who is smiling back, gives a wink and starts to exit ringside.

Jerry Andrews: I can't believe he got away with it again.

Ace Anderson: Ya know, I'd be REALLY careful about all the negative things you been saying about him and his wife.

A pan of the crowd is shown, all across the arena. A side view of the stage and PCW Tron is shown and then four lightening strikes hit. One on the Tron, one on the stage, one in the aisle and one in the ring. The PCW fans are silent, as the arena goes dark. The feed turns to the front of the Tron which it's screen is completely bright white. As small female child's voice can be heard Life, said in a whisper, just before the Tron shows a live picture of a black sky, with white stars peeking through it. A wind is heard passing through along with a coyote's howl that would make the hair on the back of a person's neck stand up. Life is heard again in a whisper of a female child's voice. Slowly the sound of footsteps in the dirt is heard, but more of a slight drag within them. There is a faint light in the distance, the footsteps gain speed to reach this light. As the view of the light gets closer, it is shown an anarchy A is burning on the ground. The feed on the Tron cuts to black as the lights come back on. Ace and Jerry are shown on a live feed.

Jerry Andrews: Ohh dear God what next? We already have cults, twisted families, lunatics, pyromaniacs and Grimm running around here, what the hell is that?

Ace Anderson: I have no clue Jerry.

Jerry Andrews: Well, coming up next is the first of our two main events of the evening. And it's a huge one.

Ace Anderson: You're right about that. Here it is, folks - the match we’ve all been waiting for is here!

Jerry Andrews: Arguably the most anticipated match of Deadly Intentions VII, the battle for the PCW World Championship is about to begin!

Ace Anderson: Do you suppose they’re gonna air one of those special warnings?

Jerry Andrews: For THESE two competitors, they should. But probably won’t.

Ace Anderson: So who do you suppose is gonna walk away with the World Title this time?

Jerry Andrews: I can’t even hope to guess. Both of these men are legendary competitors within Pure Class Wrestling, imposing to fans and opponents alike.

Ace Anderson: At least this is gonna be a clean match - neither of them have anyone skulking around anymore.

Jerry Andrews: There’s that, at least. This wasn’t booked as a no DQ match, so both of them will have to play by the rules!

Ace Anderson: That’s about as likely as -

Ace’s words are cut off as the Arena is plunged into darkness - to the surprise of absolutely no one considering the listed competitors. Deep red lights pulse and swirl over the crowd and heavy fog is released, taking just seconds to turn the beer-and-nachos atmosphere into something better suited to a demonic plane of existence. The sombre overture of The Retrosic’s ”Deathdealer” reaches out across the fans, the red lights brightening at :52 as the song continues and distorted whispers repeat with frantic urgency.

”He’s coming”

As the deep bass begins to throb through the music, an ominous shadow separates itself from the dark stage, red lights focusing as pyros lining the stage go off in six simultaneous bursts of flame as the robed and hooded figure advances. Illuminated in the hellish glow of fire and crimson light, wreathed in fog that front row fans would later insist carried the odor of sulfur and brimstone, the massive figure raises his head. Metal grimace in place, Murdoc walks to the ring with a measured and deliberate tread. Clearing the metal steps in one stride, he wipes his boots on the apron before stepping over the top rope. 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 the lights return in full. As the camera pans the crowd, it focuses for a minute or so on a trio seated ringside.

Jerry Andrews: We see Eira is here ringside tonight with her sister, and little Ivy Lynn!

Ace Anderson: Fortunately this is an all ages show.

Jerry Andrews: It’s not unexpected that Eira might want to watch Murdoc compete against Grimm for the World title!

Ace Anderson: Fair enough, but I wonder if it might not be too much distraction?

Jerry Andrews: He’s fought with and against Eira - how could she be a distraction? She’s not about to interfere when she’s holding their newborn.

Ace Anderson: Not her, the baby. What if Murdoc can’t hold it together in the ring because he knows she’s close by?

Jerry Andrews: I’m sure he’ll be fine…

Ace Anderson: He’s not up against some punk kid or mouthy jobber. This is GRIMM.

As if on cue, 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.

Jerry Andrews: Phineas Grimm here is something of an anomaly in PCW. Some of the best PCW has to offer can fluctuate in skill from time to time, yet Grimm operates at a level that demands nothing but the best efforts of his opponents.

Ace Anderson: Even then, those efforts can often fall short. Grimm is a PCW legend for a reason, and I say that as someone who’s been on the wrong side of the ring from him.

Jerry Andrews: I’d just prefer to stay out of the ring entirely if Grimm is in there. Or Murdoc. Or Stormm. Or Showtime. Or -

Ace Anderson: We get the point.

Jerry Andrews: I was just saying.

Ace Anderson: We heard.

Jerry Andrews: Anyway - Grimm enters this match as a 4 time PCW World Champion, as well as being the current holder of the title. He’s proven beyond shadow of a doubt that he has what it takes with 5 separate World Champion reigns under his belt.

Ace Anderson: This is going to be one crazy contest - and it looks like Charles is ready to get it started!

PCW World Championship
Grimm (©) vs Murdoc
Referee: Charles Lim

Murdoc and Grimm stand on either side of Lim at his insistence, arms outstretched as two security officers EACH give the men a quick patdown to check for weapons. Satisfied that the two were as weaponless as any sane person would attempt to verify, they nod to Lim and exit the ring. The referee steps forward to give a few stern instructions, the competitors backing away as he finishes. Moving to the far side of the certain gratuitous violence to come, Lim signals for the bell - and the match begins!

At the sound of the bell, both men drop into defensive positions, circling around each other in the center of the ring. Eyes scanning, each analyzing the posture and movements of the other, clearly assessing for weaknesses. The faintest of hitches in a leg - an old injury to exploit? An arm with centimeters less range of motion - preexisting damage? Then come the testing strikes, Grimm snapping out with a quick jab to the solar plexus, Murdoc returning fire with a tap to the chin, Grimm now feinting to the left while sweeping a leg - and down goes the giant! Murdoc makes it to his knees just in time for Grimm to latch on good old fashioned headlock to gain more leverage. Murdoc struggles, but can’t seem to break free, Lim at his side. Refusing to tap out, veins bulging in his neck from the effort, Murdoc gets one boot planted on the canvas.

Jerry Andrews: Where does he think he’s GOING?

Ace Anderson: Jerry? Where does a 500 pound gorilla sit?
Jerry Andrews: Wherever the hell it wants to - oh. Oh I see.

Ace Anderson: Exactly.

Grimm appears to tighten the hold, Murdoc’s upper body beginning to slump, fisted hands meeting the mat as he seems to deflate under Grimm’s sinewy strength.

Jerry Andrews: You’ve got to be kidding me… we’ve waited all night for this?

Ace Anderson: It can’t be over this quickly, can it?

In a word? No. No it can’t.

Murdoc EXPLODES from the mat in one massive exertion, bunched muscles in both arms and one leg powering him up from the mat! Grimm has the rare opportunity to be hung around Murdoc’s neck, feet clearing the mat by four inches before he drops less than a full second later. Grabbing Grimm up by a fistful of shirt, Murdoc THROWS him into the turnbuckle! Murdoc is on him in seconds, a solid strike to the noggin followed by a couple knees to the chest, yanking Grimm out of the corner and hefting him over for a backdrop suplex! They hit the mat, Murdoc winding an unforgiving arm around Grimm’s leg to hook a quick knee!

...1!

- Not yet!

Grimm gets an emphatic shoulder up before the two-count, both men freezing as a voice at once familiar and grating, sounds out over the PCW loudspeakers.

“Well now hold on here, wait a minute. I’m not going to sit idly by and watch this - and how could you possibly expect me to?”

"Paint it Black" by the Rolling Stones twangs out over the speakers, a mixed reaction of mostly boos with a few cheers roaring from the crowd as Billy Sadistic appears on stage, microphone in hand!

“After all, that’s my baby brother in the ring.”

Security is quick to arrive, flanking the entrance ramp. Sadistic holds his hands up, dropping the one holding the mic just enough to speak into it.

“Now now, fellas, I’m not here to cause trouble. I’m just here to keep it from happening.”

Watching for the slightest hint of shenanigans, security watches his casual saunter towards the ring, Sadistic tossing the mic off to one of them as he advances.

Jerry Andrews: They can’t possibly allow this. It’s beyond unfair!

Ace Anderson: I don’t think you need to worry too much - look!

Cameras (and security) catch sight of Eira at ringside, settling a snuggly cocoon with a tuft of dark hair into her sister’s arms. Needing no entrance music to announce her, a black band from her wrist has her hair back in seconds just before she jumps the railing to stand opposite Sadistic!

The competitors in the ring register the new game pieces on the board, reassessing stratagems and paradigms in the flicker of an eye. Charles Lim, however, takes a few seconds longer to process how dangerous his line of work just became.

Jerry Andrews: Aw, hell.

Ace Anderson: This can’t POSSIBLY go wrong.

No sooner do the men get to their feet than Murdoc is on the offensive again, attempting to pull back towards the center of the ring! Grimm fires back with a few heavy strikes, knocking Murdoc far enough back to lay a savage heart kick into the center of Murdoc’s chest! The Unclean Beast staggers back, clutching his chest and heaving for breath as he’s reminded just how much one of his own trademark moves really, really hurts. Still struggling to breathe, Murdoc is near to helpless as Grimm lunges forward to grab Murdoc in a hold, hoisting him bodily into the air in an impressive show of strength to flip him into a fireman’s carry takeover! Murdoc crashes down to the mat at the inevitable conclusion of the move, Grimm going in for a quick, efficient pin!

...1!

Jerry Andrews: Is this it? This can’t be it.

.. - No!

Kicking out just shy of two, Murdoc rolls away as Grimm releases, the men standing tense and ready as they stare each other down across the ring for a moment.

But only for a moment.

As if reacting to a starter gun at a race, they simultaneously launch themselves towards each other With all the seismic and pyroclastic fury of a raging volcano, Grimm’s earth and Murdoc’s fire explode against each other - and begin to spill destruction into the crowd! Fans in attendance scatter like a flock of pigeons spurred into flight by way of live hand grenade in an effort to retain life and limb. No one really likes having to call in that “accidental death and dismemberment” clause of life insurance and all that. Rather than pick up the most natural weapon indigenous to a wrestling environment, steel folding chairs, Grimm catches a faceful of lukewarm beer! Choking and coughing, he does the only logical thing - jams a large popcorn tub over Murdoc’s head! A quick hop on a chair later, and Grimm is mashing the container and its contents into the stumbling Murdoc! Eira moves from her position closer to the two, but finds her arm yanked back by Sadistic! Waggling a finger in a “no no no” motion at her, Sadistic leers but releases her as she jerks herself out of his grip - leveling an elbow into his ribs for good measure!

Ace Anderson: This is gonna get messy.

Jerry Andrews: No kidding - beer and popcorn just EVERYWHERE.

With a growling roar, Murdoc finally gets clear of the malevolent snack, the waxed cardboard shredding away with a blizzard of crushed popcorn.Tiny bits of yellow and white sprinkling his hair, his beard, even smushed into his mask, he tries to clear himself enough to see! Without giving him so much as a second’s warning Grimm charges up behind him and levels a solid kick at the back of Murdoc’s head! The crowd surges into a cheers, Grimm moving in towards the staggered man to lock him up in an armbar, swinging the larger man around and flinging him towards the guardrail in a ferocious Irish whip! Murdoc is slung across the intervening space, pushing off the railing and getting his legs under him enough to take advantage of the bounce-back in the sturdy aluminium! Grimm locks an arm out in a clothesline attempt but at the last second Murdoc swerves to level him with a suspiciously low spear! Having that massive shoulder impact any part of one’s person is rough, but it’s clear Grimm is hurting as he rolls away! Murdoc takes the brief respite to dig popcorn shrapnel from his mask. Rising with the help of a ubiquitous steel chair, he stares at it in brief contemplation before snapping it closed and advancing on Grimm!

Jerry Andrews: Looks like they’re letting things slide a bit more than usual this match…

Ace Anderson: No kidding.. Out of bounds, low blows…

Jerry Andrews: I think the front office knows there’s going to be a mutiny if this match ends in a draw.

Ace Anderson: We have no control over that, and they know it. No matter how much it bugs them, they know it.

Sadistic is quicker to reach Grimm than Murdoc is, hauling his “little” brother back to his feet, jamming a chair into his hand! Eira is on Sadistic in an instant, badgering him back away from the action, hissed and growled invectives half-caught by camera audio. With the variables cleared, Murdoc goes to bring the chair down on Grimm’s head - only to find that Grimm has moved! Whipping not one but two folded chairs around in a baseball swing, Grimm catches the side of Murdoc’s thigh, dropping him to one knee as the muscle spasms in protest! Dragging Murdoc up through the terrified but utterly entertained crowd, Grimm shoves him UP the stairs, the trembling leg muscle still refusing to work properly! The cameras follow as the two drag, kick, punch, and wrench their way into the Arena itself - Sadistic and Eira in close pursuit!

Jerry Andrews: Are they REALLY going to allow this!?

Ace Anderson: Grimm versus Murdoc at Deadly Intentions for the PCW World Championship? Of COURSE they’re going to allow this.

Jerry Andrews: It didn’t SAY no DQ!

Ace Anderson: It didn’t, but if the brass hasn’t stopped it now I doubt anyone’s gonna blow the whistle.

Jerry Andrwes: Looks like the whistle is going to get blown anyway - Grimm’s got Murdoc in a mighty fine predicament!

The cement floors of the Arena’s upper level appear to be getting intimately acquainted with various parts of Murdoc’s body as Grimm continues to lead the fight! Charles Lim on the scene as the ever more regretful referee, wincing along with all in attendance and home viewers as Grimm hits Murdoc with a German suplex onto the unprotected concrete floor! Murdoc now unresponsive, Grimm wraps him up in a hasty schoolboy pin!

...1!

…..2!

- NO!

Coming to and kicking out just after two, Murdoc tears himself clear of the hold and gets to his feet - just in time for Grimm to shove him into the nearest room! Wooden door slamming open like it had been hit by a battering ram, the two men stagger and sprawl onto a neatly tiled floor. The neatly tiled floor of the men’s room, that is, the occupants of which waste no time in a good ol’ tuck-and-run out the bathroom door.

Ace Anderson: Well, at least they don’t have to worry about waiting in line.

Tearing the door of a utility closet off its hinges, Murdoc reaches in for an improvised weapon - Grimm coming flying in from the right and bullrushing Murdoc out of the camera’s view! With Murdoc forcibly jammed between the wall and an industrial ceramic sink, Grimm reaches into the closet as Murdoc struggles to free himself! The eerie grin of a leering scarecrow creasing his craggy features, Grimm pulls out a shovel! Seeing this, Murdoc’s efforts are redoubled, a heavy snap and shattering crash rewarding his efforts! Water spraying unrestrained from the exposed piping, Murdoc swings an ENTIRE SINK at Grimm in the same second the Hangtown Horror lays in with his shovel! The sink splits clean down the center, Murdoc holding a half in each hand - just as stunned as Grimm, frozen in place with his shovel! Backpedaling towards the door, Murdoc throws first one, then the other chunk of ceramic at his opponent to slow him down!

Jerry Andrews: Looks like they’re throwing everything including the -

Ace Anderson: Don’t say it.

Jerry Andrews: - bathroom sink at each other!

Grimm bursts from the bathroom like a madman with a score to settle, hair as wet and unruly as Murdoc’s as he looks around wildly, a heavy right hand head knocking him spinning! Following it up with a big boot straight to the chest, Murdoc sends Grimm tumbling down the ramp into the backstage area, the shovel clattering along behind! Cameramen and colleagues alike make way for the battling duo, Charles Lim getting his cardio in keeping up with them! Kicks, punches, jabs and strikes, the two men trade an absolute BLITZKRIEG of attacks, both beginning to finally show signs of fatigue!

Jerry Andrews: Looks like they’re wearing down…

Ace Anderson: If this ties, the crowd is gonna go ballistic. You know that, right?

Jerry Andrews: They’re all over the place beating the ever loving hell out of each other… who can really win in a contest like this!?

Ace Anderson: Either of them.

Jerry Andrews: SEE!? You don’t know, either!

Murdoc catches a lucky break as someone’s personal assistant bearing a tray of coffee comes around a corner and collides into Grimm. HOT coffee. With a shout equal parts pain and disgust, Grimm shoves the assistant aside and turns back to meet a haymaker! Grimm staggers, Murdoc using sheer mass to capitalize and hit Grimm with his OWN German suplex! Lim on the scene, he begins the count.

...1!

…...2!!

Ace Anderson: Is he going to do it!?

Jerry Andrews: Is this it!?

…… - KICKOUT!

The audience howls its approval at the continued show, not so much cheering on either opponent but caught up in the visceral action - the finest gladiatorial display since the times of ancient Rome and the Coliseum! Murdoc releasing Grimm with a frustrated shove, he gets to his feet and brings Grimm up by way of wiry ginger mane, using his opponent’s head like a pivot point to maneuver into another move. Grimm twists to the side and out of the hold, leaving Murdoc with a handful of coarse orange hairs! Continuing to battle, trading a kick for a stomp, a jab for a punch, the two fight their way through the backstage area - and emerge again on stage! Like two tigers vying for the same territory, they unload everything they can at each other in a display nothing short of ferocious brutality! Murdoc manages to get a hold of Grimm, wrapping him in his arms and begins to tighten his hold, tighter and tighter as though trying to crush the life out of the Hangtown Horror! Grimm struggles, face reddening at the constriction, and does the only thing that makes sense in this sort of situation.

Ace Anderson: The Sword of Heimdall!

Murdoc releases his hold, hands immediately cradling his face, blood soon soaking his beard and blinding him from the cuts courtesy of his metal mask! Grimm follows up with a swift kick to the weakened thigh muscle, dropping Murdoc to a knee! Mindful of last time, Grimm grabs a hold of Murdoc’s dark hair and drives a knee into his face! Murdoc goes limp, wrenching Grimm’s arm with the sudden deadweight - the same arm injured at Trauma! Leaving Murdoc face down on the thin carpet, Grimm drops an elbow on his supine opponent, barking at the referee to come make the count!

...1!

…...2!

….. NO!!

The crowd gets wilder as Murdoc manages to force a hand under himself and shove a shoulder up just in time. Grimm rolls off, both men much slower to gain their feet than before. As if in agreement, they continue their battle back towards the ring, both clearly eager to get this business finished once and for all! Grimm lays in a series of chops, calloused strong hand lashing down again and again across Murdoc’s broad chest!

Jerry Andrews: YES! Get me some GRAVY and some TATERS, coz -

Ace Anderson: You don’t have to do this.

Jerry Andrews: CHOPS ARE BEING SERVED!

The big man lurches backwards, the brawling duo emerging back onto the stage and making their way down the ramp! Covered in scrapes, lacerations, filth and little leavings from every section of the Arena possible, Grimm and Murdoc continue their battle - no, their full blown WAR down the ramp. As Grimm throws a punch just a little too wide, Murdoc lowers his head and charges full on into Grimm, both men crashing to the ringside area in a painful tangle! Murdoc clears the cobwebs first, hitting Grimm with a few punches to the back of the head to keep him occupied, hooking a leg for the pin!

...1!

…….2!!

……… Not quite!

Sadistic and Eira take up their positions ringside as the fight returns to the ring as the competitors come lurching and struggling past the excited throng, exhaustion showing in every movement.

Ace Anderson: I don’t see how either of them can win this at this rate…

Jerry Andrews: To tell the truth, neither do I...

Back in the ring now, Grimm and Murdoc eye each other across the intervening space. Murdoc still dripping blood, Grimm sporting a purpling eye, the two men rush at each other! The Unclean Beast just a little faster than his opponent, Murdoc launches a high impact punch straight into Grimm’s jaw!

Jerry Andrews: Temporary Oblivion! The finisher!

Ace Andrews: He’s gonna get it! Finally, Murdoc is gonna get it!

Grimm drops, Murdoc dropping more than kneeling next to him, wearily hooking a leg. Charles Lim drops into place for the count, Eira and Sadistic shouting encouragement to their respective concerns.

...1!

…...2!!

……….. - STILL NOT YET!

Grimm gets a shoulder up just in time, Murdoc rolling off and staring bleary-eyed at the lights. Grimm uses the ropes to rise, gaining a vertical base while Murdoc snaps up to a sitting position like a corpse popping up out of its coffin, lumbering to his feet - and directly into a vicious Tornado DDT!

Ace Anderson: The Harvest! Murdoc has been Harvested!

Jerry Andrews: He’s gonna retain!

At the conclusion of the move, a visibly pained Grimm locks a leg, Lim going in for the count.

...1!

…...2!!

……….. - HOW?!

Murdoc manages to kick out at the very last nanosecond, the crowd’s noise reaching decibels never intended by vocal cords to produce! Both men lay prone on the mat, doing nothing more than panting heavily for breath through teeth clenched in pain. Charles Lim drops to the mat, watching both for signs of recovery while he makes the count.

...1!

Grimm stirs, attempting and failing to raise his head.

...2!

...3!

Murdoc stares at the ceiling, eyes glassy.Grimm almost manages to sit up, trembling muscles refusing to cooperate.

...4!

...5!

Grimm almost manages to sit up, trembling muscles refusing to cooperate.

....6!

...7!

Jerry Andrews: I think we’re at the end, Ace.

...8!

Ace Anderson: Not like this. It can’t end like this.

...9!

Both men draw on every last reserve of strength left deep down in their very souls, Grimm and Murdoc incredibly, MIRACULOUSLY gain a vertical base just in time! Murdoc and Grimm charge at each other powered by sheer will and desperation, throwing wild shots at each other - and both connect! Murdoc’s strike just a little harder, just a little quicker. Grimm hits the mat shortly followed by Murdoc who falls atop! Taking his last chance to get a definitive end to the match, Charles Lim once more attempts to count to three.

...1!

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…..…...2!!

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……………….3!!!

The crowd goes BERZERK, nearly lifting the roof off with the noise! The din filtering through the haze, both Murdoc and Grimm realign themselves to reality, staring at each other in vacant confusion. A confusion that clears as soon as Charles Lim lifts Murdoc’s hand as the winner!

Winner: Murdoc via Pinfall

Ace Anderson: HE DID IT! Murdoc finally did it!

Jerry Andrews: A true Pure Class Wrestling legend, ten years in the making.

Ace Anderson: An INCREDIBLE match by two of the most dominant talents PCW has ever SEEN.

Jerry Andrews: This, ladies and gentlemen… this was a match for the record books!

"Ladies and gentlemen, your winner and NEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW PCW WORLD CHAMPION: MURDOC!!!!"

With Murdoc and Grimm pushing themselves to rise, a jubilant Eira abandons her evil eye contest with Sadistic to retrieve a special small someone, entering the ring as ”Deathdealer” by The Retrosic plays out over the PCW loudspeakers, barely heard above the roaring crowd! The now-standing Murdoc reaches up, and removes his mask, wiping sweat and blood away with the back of his hand, casually wiping it on his shirt. True to his word, Murdoc takes the World Championship title belt, the prize he had sought for a decade… and cradles his infant daughter within it - her the greatest prize of all. Eira standing at his side, the three celebrate in the ring, sharing in the glow of success!

Jerry Andrews: What a match folks! What a night!

Ace Anderson: And we're NOT. DONE. YET.

Jerry Andrews: That's right! We still have the Deadly Rumble!

Ace Anderson: And that's coming up next!

Jerry Andrews: That's right, ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for our second main event of the evening.

Ace Anderson: Oh baby!

The entire arena suddenly plunges into total darkness, all of the screens attached to the production itself--be it the monitors at ringside or the big screen over the entrance ramp--displaying static that can be clearly heard over the sound system. There's a few glitches on the display, a picture slowly making itself clear of a simple flat white surface with words spray-painted on it in black.

The Revolution... will be televised.

Ace Anderson: What now!? What was that about!?

Jerry Andrews: I have no idea what that was at all!

Ace Anderson: What a night.

Jerry Andrews: Yes... umm... as we were saying..... MURDOC is our new PCW World Champion, but now we need to name a number one contender.

Ace Anderson: That means it’s time for the Deadly Rumble!

Jerry Andrews: Can you imagine fighting through this epic match and your "reward" is stepping in the ring with Murdoc?

Ace Anderson: Well, the PCW World Championship is what every competitor in this company dreams of winning. Whether you have to go through Murdoc or not to get it, it's worth it.

Jerry Andrews: A guaranteed shot at the richest prize in the game in on the line here!

Ace Anderson: There have been four Deadly Rumbles in PCW history. Out of those four matches, three have turned their win into a championship victory.

Jerry Andrews: That’s right. Both Eira and Grimm, the only two-time Deadly Rumble winner, both successfully defeated the PCW World Champion in their title opportunity. In the 2014 Deadly Rumble, Sadistic actually won the PCW World Championship in the match.

Ace Anderson: So there’s a damn good chance that the winner of this match will become PCW champion!

Jerry Andrews: That’s right. This match is absolutely huge! It’s open to absolutely anyone, except the two participants in tonight’s PCW World Title match, Grimm and the new champion Murdoc. In one night, in one match, you could change your entire career.

Ace Anderson: Hell, you could change your entire life!

Jerry Andrews: Well, on that note, let’s go to the ring!

The Deadly Rumble
Winner receives a shot at the PCW World Championship at Collision Course 5

“Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is the 2016 DEADLY RUMBLE! The rules are simple. The match will begin with two competitors. Every two minutes, another competitor will enter. A competitor is eliminated from the match when he or she goes over the top rope and their feet touch the floor. The match ends with one person left standing and that person is named the winner of the Deadly Rumble and number one contender for the PCW World Championship at Collison Course!”

The crowd explodes.

“And now, our first two competitors. Drawing number one…..”

The PCW-Tron flashes

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"Shut Your Mouth," by Garbage blares over the speakers. Out comes the Fabulous One! He smiles a huge grin and blows kisses to the audience members. Once he climbs into the ring, he steps to the middle and strikes a pose with one hand on his hip and the other up in the air as glitter cannons fire off in each corner showering the ring with glitter.

“… DAN FIERCE!”

Ace Anderson: Not a great number for the returning Dan Fierce….

Jerry Andrews: At least this mean we get to see his entrance!

Ace Anderson: Dan Fierce was the number one contender after winning the Icemann Invitational Tournament, but that contendership was ultimately won by Murdoc, who successfully cashed it in here tonight.

Jerry Andrews: The road back to being the number one contender starts tonight for Dan Fierce, and it starts with him drawing the number one spot. Now who will his opponent be?

The Greenskeepers ‘The Lotion’ begins to play.

“And, drawing number two: LUNACY!”

Lunacy strides through the crowd with purpose, ignoring the theatrics that often accompany his entrance. He is accompanied to the ring by Anarchy's Enforcer, Mark Maylock who keeps an eye on the crowd and the ringside area and his bodyguard, the Jackdaw who is always looking for opportunities to hurt someone.

Jerry Andrews: Lunacy was in a war with Andy D tonight and, unfortunately for him, he didn’t end up on the winning end of that battle.

Ace Anderson: Something tells me that it’s not over between those two. Either way though, Lunacy looks determined to put that match behind him and become number one contender here tonight.

The bell rings and, after some brief sizing up of one another, the two competitors lock up. Lunacy drives his knee into Fierce’s stomach. With Fierce doubled over, Lunacy tries to grab him by the hair and throw him over the ropes, but Fierce catches the ropes and kicks back, hitting Lunacy in the stomach.

Jerry Andrews: Lunacy hoping for a quick elimination right there!

Ace Anderson: Can you blame him? That’s smart strategy. When it works.

Fierce now throws another kick to Lunacy’s midsection. He then hits him with a suplex. Dan Fierce now backs Lunacy into the corner and he unloads on him with a series of strikes. He then tries to throw him over the ropes, but Lunacy hangs on and breaks free. He battles back with shots of his own that stagger Fierce.

Jerry Andrews: Good back-and-forth action thus far here!

Lunacy grabs Fierce, but Dan Fierce spins around, grabs Lunacy and he hits him with a belly-to-back suplex. He then stands up as Lunacy backs himself up into the corner.

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"Party Rock Anthem" by LMFAO begins to play.

Ace Anderson: Are you kidding me? I was enjoying this match!

Out walks the really muscular Buck Brochamp. He's not on steroids. His biceps are huge and he's real tan as he climbs in the ring ready to crush his opponent into nothing or dust.

Brochamp poses in the ring, looking out at the crowd. Suddenly, he’s grabbed from behind and tossed over the ropes by Dan Fierce!

“BUCK BROCHAMP HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!”

Jerry Andrews: Why does he keep doing this?

Ace Anderson: Why do we keep putting ourselves through this?

Dan Fierce smiles and Brochamp is livid! Fierce then turns his attention back to Lunacy who is getting back to his feet.

Jerry Andrews: So, anyway, Lunacy and Dan Fierce facing off here.

Lunacy swings at Fierce, but Fierce dodges the blow. He then returns fire with a series of kicks. He grabs Lunacy and throws him over the ropes! Lunacy lands on the apron! Fierce charges, but Lunacy ducks between the top and middle ropes and he drives his shoulder into Fierce’s midsection. He then grabs Fierce and attempts to throw him over, but Fierce holds onto the top rope tightly. Lunacy drives his elbow into Fierce’s head, staggering him.

Lunacy re-enters the ring, but he’s met with a strong kick to the midsection from Fierce.

Ace Anderson: Dan Fierce is looking good tonight!

Jerry Andrews: I’m sure that, if you ask him, he’ll say he’s always looking good!

Ace Anderson: Okay, but he’s looking determined and focused too and it’s paying off.

Jerry Andrews: I’m sure he’d love nothing more than to earn a title shot against Murdoc and take his title!

Lunacy steps towards Fierce, but Fierce leaps up and hits a hurricanrana! He then follows it up with an elbow drop.

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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.

Jerry Andrews: The ever-dangerous Baby Jenks enters the match. I’m personally shocked to see her out here after what happened earlier in the night with her and Nathan Saniti.

Ace Anderson: Well, to be correct, that was N.Saniti.

Jerry Andrews: Very true.

Ace Anderson: She looks a bit off…. Like she’s been through something.

Jerry Andrews: Well, it’s pretty obvious that she has been!

Ace Anderson: Yeah... but, more specifically, I think whatever happened to her tonight has done something to her…..

Jerry Andrews: She does seem disoriented…. dazed…. and even physically worse for wear!

Fierce turns his attention to the new challenger. He swings at her with a right hand, but she dodges it and returns fire. Fierce blocks her punch, wrenches her arm and… he’s attacked from behind by Lunacy!

Lunacy now starts to drive his elbow into Fierce’s back. He then drives his knee into Fierce’s stomach. He throws him towards the ropes, but Fierce grabs on and dodges out of Lunacy’s way. Lunacy is now attacked from behind by Jenks. Jenks and Lunacy start to battle with one another.

Ace Anderson: You’ve gotta watch your back in a match like this! It only takes a split second loss of focus for you to end up on the outside looking in.

Lunacy connects with a big right hand, staggering Jenks. He then follows it up with a DDT. Lunacy gets to his feet and he pulls Jenks up. She drives her elbow into his stomach, doubling him over. She hits him with a knee to the face, sending him down to the mat. Suddenly, Jenks is hit with a big dropkick by Dan Fierce!

Lunacy is getting back to his feet when Fierce attacks him with another series of strikes.

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Suddenly the sound of guitars pierce play as "Wastelands" by Linkin Park begins to play. Rick Majors appears in the entrance way. He makes his way down to the ring.

Majors immediately focuses on Baby Jenks and the two begin wildly throwing shots at one another.

Jerry Andrews: These two definitely have a history with one another!

Ace Anderson: Majors defeated Jenks at Living a Legacy, but Jenks and her Darkness stablemates have nearly killed Rick in recent months!

Dan Fierce squares off with Lunacy on one side of the ring with Rick Majors and Baby Jenks square off on the other. Fierce backs Lunacy into the corner with a series of strikes. Meanwhile, Jenks targets Majors’ injured ribs with a big knee. With him doubled over, she drives her elbow into the back of his head.

Fierce sets Lunacy up for a suplex, but he blocks it and hits Fierce with a suplex of his own. He then begins to stomp away on his opponent. He pulls Fierce up and backs him towards the ropes, but Fierce battles out and drops Lunacy to the mat with a strong kick to the side of the head.

Ace Anderson: My God!

Jerry Andrews: What a shot!

Meanwhile, Baby Jenks has Majors down on the mat and she’s unloading on his midsection with a series of stomps. Majors clutches his ribs in pain and rolls under the ropes to the outside.

Ace Anderson: Rick Majors looks to be in a lot of pain already here as he falls to the arena floor. But, keep in mind, he went UNDER the ropes, so he’s still in this match!

Jenks then turns around and she’s dropped to the mat with a clothesline by Dan Fierce.

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The opening guitar riffs of "Defector," by Muse shred the airwaves. Purple smoke lines the ramp as a pair of fountain sparklers flank the entryway. Nathan steps out, planting his cane directly in front of his with both hands, a huge unnerving smile on his face. The Mystical Madman begins sauntering down the ramp, tipping his hat at the audience in appreciation.

Jerry Andrews: Here we go!

Ace Anderson: It’s good to see Nathan Saniti back in action!

Lunacy immediately attacks Saniti as he enters the ring. Saniti is staggered, backing up into the corner. Meanwhile, Dan Fierce attempts to throw Baby Jenks over the top ropes, but she kicks him in the chest, breaking free.

Rick Majors slowly returns to the ring, still clutching his midsection.

Fierce swings at Jenks and she drops him with a big right. She then charges at Majors but he stops her in her tracks with a kick to the stomach. He then unloads with a series of roundhouse kicks. Majors then grabs Jenks and he throws her over the top rope to the outside!

Jerry Andrews: Majors eliminates Jenks!

“BABY JENKS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!”

Baby Jenks tries to return to the ring by sliding under the bottom ropes, but PCW officials grab her. Nathan Saniti stands looking down at Jenks with a twisted smile on his face.

Jerry Andrews: Okay…. THAT’S terrifying.

Rick Majors slowly pulls himself up to his feet. He backs into the corner, temporarily resting himself.

Meanwhile, Nathan Saniti turns and he battles against Lunacy, shoving him away. Lunacy charges at Saniti, but Saniti gets under him and back bodydrops him over the ropes! He hits the floor with a thud!

Ace Anderson: And Nathan takes out Lunacy!

“LUNACY HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!”

Jerry Andrews: Now there are three… for the time being!

Majors, Saniti and Fierce stare at one another.

Jerry Andrews: These three will all be teammates in that huge ten person tag match at Trauma 200!

Ace Anderson: Sure, but tonight they’re opponents! There can only be one winner in this match!

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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. A sudden "candlelight" spotlight shines below the stage. "Son of the Devil" by Witching Altar begins to play and Seromine saunters down the ramp, with his followers marching behind him as he passes.

Jerry Andrews: Oh man….

Ace Anderson: The International Champion makes his Deadly Rumble entrance.

Jerry Andrews: He barely escaped with his title against High Tide tonight. You have to wonder how that will affect him in this match.

Ace Anderson: He’s got to be fatigued, that’s for sure.

Seromine enters and immediately attacks Nathan Saniti. The two begin to rapidly exchange blows in the center of the ring. Majors and Fierce look at one another, hesitate for a moment and then they do the same!

Jerry Andrews: We’ve paired off! Majors versus Fierce! Saniti versus Seromine!

Ace Anderson: I LOVE IT!

Saniti drives his knee into Seromine’s midsection. He then sets him up, but Seromine breaks free. He now hits Saniti with a thumb to the eye, giving him the advantage. Seromine with a clothesline and then he starts to stomp away on Saniti.

Meanwhile, Dan Fierce gets the advantage over Rick Majors, battling him back into the corner with a series of rights and lefts. Majors covers up, but Fierce hits him with several roundhouse kicks to the stomach, doubling him over. Fierce now sets him up and takes him over with a suplex.

Jerry Andrews: Nice move!

Seromine pulls Saniti up and he backs him into the corner now. Saniti battles out and then leaps up, hitting Seromine with a hurricanrana. Both men get up and Saniti runs at Seromine with a clothesline that is ducked by the International Champion. Seromine then hits a big European uppercut that drops Santi to the mat.

Ace Anderson: BOOM!

Fierce pulls Majors up and he tries to throw him over the ropes. Majors grabs onto the ropes and he elbows Fierce in the stomach. He then hits him with a spin kick, staggering him. Majors now with a running clothesline, taking Fierce down.

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“Welcome to the Jungle” by Guns N Roses begins to play and Wasp runs down to the ring.

Jerry Andrews: We saw Wasp earlier tonight in that High Tide/Seromine match-up!

As Wasp hits the ring, he’s immediately attacked by Seromine, who started railing on him with wild swings.

Ace Anderson: Seromine is just losing it on Wasp!

Seromine grabs Wasp and tries to throw him off the ropes. Wasp reverses and Irish whips Seromine. As Seromine running back at him, Wasp hits him with a big spear! The two men fall through the ropes and to the outside!

Jerry Andrews: Wasp just speared Seromine to the outside!

Ace Anderson: But both men went between the second and third ropes, not over the top! They’re still in this match!

Jerry Andrews: But now they’re battling it out outside the ring!

The two competitors trade blows outside the ring near the guardrail while PCW staff try unsuccessfully to get the back into the ring. Meanwhile, inside, Majors throws Saniti into the corner. He charges at him, but Saniti gets his feet up and he kicks Majors in the face. Majors staggers backwards and Dan Fierce takes him down with a big sidekick to the face.

Fierce pulls Majors up and Saniti runs out of the corner, clotheslining the prone Majors to the mat. Fierce looks at Saniti and the two men pause for a moment before starting to stomp away on Majors. Fierce pulls Majors up and he throws him into the corner. Saniti the charges at he hits Majors with a clothesline. As Majors staggers out of the corner, Fierce takes him down with a dropkick.

Jerry Andrews: Are Saniti and Fierce working together here?

Ace Anderson: Hey, it’s smart to make temporary alliances in this kind of match. You just have to watch out for….

Suddenly, Saniti clubs Fierce in the back of the head with a stiff forearm!

Ace Anderson: …. that.

On the outside, Seromine and Wasp continue to brawl. Suddenly, several of Seromine’s Followers appear from out of the crowd!

Jerry Andrews: What the hell!?

The Followers quickly make their way over the guardrail and approach Wasp. He turns his attention to them, and he’s taken down from behind by Seromine. Two of the Followers stand over Wasp. One produces a candle and lights it. He then waits and moment and tilts the candle over, dripping hot wax onto Wasp’s body!

Ace Anderson: Oh my God!

Suddenly, screaming down the ramp is High Tide! Tide leaps over the Followers, connecting with a forearm to the head of Seromine.

Jerry Andrews: HIGH TIDE IS HERE!

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”(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.

Meanwhile, Tide grabs Seromine and he throws him into the guardrail. Seromine stumbles backwards and he bumps into Kelli Starr as she makes her way to the ring. He then turns around and clocks her with an unexpected big right hand! Kelli Starr falls to the floor hard.

PCW security guards finally come out to remove High Tide and The Followers from ringside. This distraction gives Seromine a chance to pull a steel chair out from under the ring. He swings and cracks it against Kelli Starr’s spine and she tries to get off of the floor. He connects again. And again. And again.

Jerry Andrews: Seromine just losing it on Kelli Starr who hasn’t even officially entered this match yet!

Ace Anderson: We know that Seromine and Starr certainly have a history, but this seems completely unexpected right now.

Jerry Andrews: Well, they are going to be on opposite sides on that big ten person tag at Trauma 200!

Wasp is back up and he attacks Seromine from behind. He then throws him back into the ring. Wasp returns to the match as well. PCW officials begin to check on Kelli Starr when suddenly an announcement is made by announcer Sasha Greene.

“I am being told that Kelli Starr will have two minutes starting now to enter the ring in order to be considered an official entrant in this match.”

Jerry Andrews: Well, that makes sense. Kelli Starr was supposed to be our final entrant, so giving her the full two minutes to enter the match makes sense, but it’s horribly unfortunate for her.

Ace Anderson: Seromine could have just cost Kelli Starr a shot at the PCW World Title.

Inside the ring now are Seromine, Wasp, Majors, Saniti and Fierce. Saniti and Fierce are trading shots in the corner while Rick Majors recuperates in the opposite corner. Wasp throws Seromine into the corner and charges. Seromine gets his feet up. Wasp staggers backwards and Seromine clotheslines him over the ropes! Wasp lands on the apron.

Saniti throws Fierce at the ropes, but Fierce reverses it. He sends Saniti into the ropes and charges at him, but Saniti sidesteps it and Fierce barely manages to stop himself from going over the ropes.

Jerry Andrews: Saniti nearly had Fierce there!

Majors is up now and he clotheslines Saniti down to the mat. He stomps on him, but Dan Fierce takes Majors down with a big right hand.

Seromine swings at Wasp on the apron and misses. Wasp tries to step back through the ropes, but Seromine swings again. This time he connects and Wasp is knocked to the floor!

“Wasp has been eliminated!”

Meanwhile, PCW medical staff are seen taking Kelli Starr up the ramp.

Jerry Andrews: It looks like Kelli Starr won’t be able to participate in this match, thanks to Seromine.

Ace Anderson: And that means we’re at our final four: Seromine, Majors, Saniti and Fierce.

Jerry Andrews: One of these four men will become number one contender for the PCW World Championship. Who’s your pick, Ace?

Ace Anderson: I’m gonna have to go with Nathan Saniti. He’s the freshest guy in the match.

Jerry Andrews: That’s right. Dan Fierce entered at number one, Majors came in at five. Saniti came in at six and Seromine entered at seven, but he was in a match earlier tonight.

The four competitors stare at one another. Saniti, Majors and Fierce look at each other and then look at Seromine. Suddenly, the three strike the one!

Jerry Andrews: Nathan Saniti, Rick Majors and Dan Fierce will all be on the same side at Trauma 200, alongside Kelli Starr and a mystery competitor!

Ace Anderson: And it looks like they’re not waiting for Trauma 200 to take out Seromine!

The three competitors unload on Seromine, beating him down in the corner. Dan Fierce the pulls him out. Saniti grabs Seromine and he hits him with a Whirling Dervish! Dan Fierce then pulls Seromine up and he throws him over the ropes to the outside!

“Seromine has been eliminated!”

Jerry Andrews: And the triple team worked!

Suddenly, Majors attacks Saniti from behind, clubbing him with a forearm. He then throws him over the ropes to the floor!

“Nathan Saniti has been eliminated!”

Jerry Andrews: Well, Rick Majors sure ended that teamwork quickly!

Ace Anderson: He saw an opening and took it! And now there are two!

Majors and Fierce stare at one another.

Jerry Andrews: Rick Majors and Dan Fierce are the final two competitors in this match!

Ace Anderson: One man will earn a shot at the PCW World Title!

Jerry Andrews: Will it be Fierce, who originally was number one contender before eventually losing that spot to Murdoc, who is now our champion? Or will it be Majors who has won titles all over the world in his lengthy career, but never in PCW?

The two men circle one another. They then lock up in the center of the ring. Fierce tries to position himself, but Majors manages to get him in a headlock. Fierce elbows Majors in the stomach and breaks free. Rick Majors slams Dan Fierce in the upper back with a forearm shot.

Jerry Andrews: Both men jockeying for position here.

Ace Anderson: No one can make a mistake at this point. One mistake ends the match and hands number one contendership to your opponent.

Majors follows up wth a series of hard chest and face strikes. Fierce is backed into the corner. Rick sets Fierce up on the top rope and calls for the superplex.

Jerry Andrews: This is an incredibly risky move in this match!

Ace Anderson: What is Rick Majors doing!? He’s putting himself in an incredibly vulnerable position!

Fierce gets his wind back quickly and he shoves Majors down. Fierce now goes on the offensive, scoring with a double axe handle from the second rope, connecting right to Majors' forehead. Dan Fierce forges on, throwing Majors into the ropes and looking for a back body drop.

Jerry Andrews: Telegraphed it!

Ace Anderson: Yes he did.

Jerry Andrews: And a hard kick there by Majors. And now off the ropes again, winding up that right leg for another big kick!

Ace Anderson: WHOA!

Jerry Andrews: Fierce caught it! He stepped aside and caught that leg as it was coming in for a roundhouse kick. And a dragonscrew takedown.

Dan goes right to work on Majors’ knee with a series of stomps. He then follows up with hard shots to the lower back. He pulls Majors up and tries for a German suplex, but Rick grabs the top rope. Fierce loses his grip and falls backwards. Majors spins and takes advantage, scoring with rights and lefts to Dan's chest and face. He winds up for one more big shot, but Fierce ducks it.

Fierce now clocks Majors with a roundhouse kick to the face, sending him staggering. He then clotheslines Majors over the ropes. Majors lands on the apron…. but he slips down and hits the floor!

Ace Anderson: WHAT!? IS IT OVER!?

Jerry Andrews: No! Only one foot is on the floor. Majors is standing on one foot outside the ring. He’s still in this match if he can get back into the ring without that foot touching the floor!

Rick Majors grabs onto the middle rope and he pulls himself up onto the apron. Fierce flies at him with a dropkick, but Majors dodges it and he returns to the ring. Majors pulls Fierce up, but Fierce blows a fistful of glitter in Majors’ eyes!

Ace Anderson: WHERE DID THAT COME FROM!?

Dan Fierce then leaps up and he hits Majors with a spike hurricanrana! He waits for Majors to slowly get back to his feet and then he kicks him in the stomach. He sets him up….

Jerry Andrews: MAKEOVER!

Ace Anderson: All Fierce needs to do is get Majors over the ropes now.

Fierce pulls Majors up. Rick Majors hits him with a desperation thumb to the eye. Fierce backs up. Majors rushes at him and he clotheslines him over the ropes to the outside!

Majors goes over the ropes at the same time! Both men hit the floor with a thud! The bell rings.

Jerry Andrews: What…? What happened?

Ace Anderson: They’re both down on the outside… who wins?

PCW officials at ringside immediately start to converse with one another as replays begin to air on the television broadcast. One referee produces a tablet to watch the video.

Jerry Andrews: Well… here’s another look at it folks….. and it looks like…..

Ace Anderson: … they hit at the same time? Did they?

Jerry Andrews: I can’t really tell. There’s no conclusive way to tell from that video. We have like three or four different angles, as you’re seeing now, and none of them give us a decisive winner.

Ace Anderson: Let’s see if any of our officials saw something definitive.

After conferring for several minutes, the officials walk over to Sasha Greene to deliver the verdict.

“Ladies and gentlemen, after speaking with one another and viewing several different replays, PCW officials have determined that there is not a conclusive winner of the match at this point. Therefore, the match will be restarted!”

The crowd cheers.

Jerry Andrews: I guess it’s the only fair thing to do!

Ace Anderson: Hey, more great wrestling tonight. I can’t complain.

Majors and Fierce are given the information from the officials and asked to return to the ring. The two competitors do and the bell rings once again. Fierce walks towards Majors. Suddenly Majors kicks him in the stomach!

Jerry Andrews: MAJOR IMPACT!

Ace Anderson: Wow!

Fierce is out on the mat. Majors slowly staggers up to his feet. He pulls Fierce up…. and suddenly more glitter hits Rick in the face! Majors staggers towards the ropes! Fierce runs at him with a clothesline! Majors dodges it and Fierce hits the ropes! Majors tries to throw him over, but Fierce kicks him in the midsection. He then takes Majors down with a clothesline.

Jerry Andrews: These two giving it everything they have here tonight! What an even match!

Ace Anderson: Two great competitors here and only one of them will earn the right to challenge for the big gold!

Dan Fierce now hits Majors with a leg drop! Fierce now pulls Majors to his feet. He lifts him up and hits him with a running powerslam!

Jerry Andrews: Dan Fierce is going with some new moves to try to catch Majors here!

Ace Anderson: Smart thinking! These guys are both exhausted from this match so maybe something new will catch an opponent off guard!

Fierce stands up and drops an elbow onto Majors. Fierce now pulls Majors up and he Irish whips him across the ring, into the corner. Fierce now runs at him and he hits him with a clothesline!

Jerry Andrews: Vicious clothesline by Fierce!

Rick Majors stumbles out of the corner and Fierce hits him with a clothesline to the back of the head, sending him crashing into the mat! Fierce now climbs to the top ropes. He now leaps off of the ropes with a moonsault!

Jerry Andrews: A very risky move, but it connects!

Ace Anderson: But it looks like Fierce hurt himself on that move as well! Did Majors get his knees up partially?

Both men are down now. Fierce is gasping for breath. He slowly makes it over to the ropes and stands up. He leans on the ropes, trying to get some air into his body.

Ace Anderson: It is so hard to compete at this level when even breathing is difficult. This could be a turning point.

Rick Majors is on his feet now. He walks over towards Dan Fierce and he kicks him in the stomach. He now slowly pulls him up to his feet. Fierce is leaning on Majors for support now. Suddenly Fierce grabs onto Majors’ waist! Fierce hits Majors with a belly-to-back suplex! As Fierce gets up and walks towards Majors, Majors catches him in a drop toehold. Majors stands up, but Dan Fierce sweeps his legs out from under him!

Jerry Andrews: Sweep the leg!

Fierce now hits Majors with another kick to the face! He now pulls Majors up, and hits him with a sidewalk slam! Fierce slowly stands up, pulling Majors up with him. He now sets him up and delivers a powerbomb! Both men are down now!

Ace Anderson: Where did that powerbomb come from!?

Jerry Andrews: Dan Fierce is pulling out all of the stops here tonight!

Ace Anderson: A guaranteed World Title shot hangs in the balance!

Fierce slowly stands up. He reaches down to pulls up Majors, but Majors elbows him in the head. He then rises to his feet and hits Fierce with a knee strike to the face. And another. And another. Fierce is staggered! Majors runs at him with a clothesline. Fierce ducks it! He then turns and clothesline Majors! Again both men go over the ropes!

Ace Anderson: AGAIN!?

Jerry Andrews: No! Majors is hanging onto the top rope! Dan Fierce is down on the floor, but Majors feet both haven’t touched yet!

DING! DING! DING!

The bell rings, signifying the end of the match. Majors falls to the floor himself.

Ace Anderson: Is it over?

Jerry Andrews: I think so! Both men are down on the outside, but Dan Fierce’s feet touched first!

Ace Anderson: Wow…

Jerry Andrews: Let’s wait for the official word.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the 2016 Deadly Rumble: RICK MAJORS!”

“Wastelands” begins to play. Majors slowly pulls himself up using the apron and the referee raises his arm in the air. Dan Fierce is up as well. Majors extends his hand to Fierce and Fierce takes it. The two men shake.

2016 Deadly Rumble Winner: Rick Majors

Jerry Andrews: Great sportsmanship there by both competitors!

Ace Anderson: They battled in a war and Rick Majors somehow, just barely, came out on top!

Jerry Andrews: I can’t believe I’m saying this but Rick Majors is number one contender for the PCW World Championship!

Majors slowly rolls back into the ring. He raises his arm in the air and looks out at the fans.

Ace Anderson: I think there are tears in his eyes, Jerry. After all he has been through, this has to feel great.

Jerry Andrews: No one thought he could do it. No one even thought that he'd return to wrestling, but here he is with his arms raised in the air.

Ace Anderson: And kudos to Dan Fierce who came within an eyelash of winning this thing.

Jerry Andrews: What a night!

Majors leans on the ropes, looking out at the crowd. He takes a moment and then steps back into the center of the ring with one arm in the air. Confetti starts to fall in celebration. Majors looks up at the falling confetti and out at the crowd. When he looks back at the ramp…. his gaze is greeted by none other than the PCW World Champion Murdoc.

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2016 DEADLY RUMBLE ORDER OF ENTRY:
Dan Fierce
Lunacy
Buck Brochamp
Baby Jenks
Rick Majors
N.Saniti
Seromine
Wasp

2016 DEADLY RUMBLE ELIMINATIONS:
Buck Brochamp Dan Fierce
Baby Jenks by Rick Majors
Lunacy by Nathan Saniti
Wasp by Seromine
Seromine by Dan Fierce
N.Saniti by Rick Majors
Dan Fierce by Rick Majors

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