Trauma 200 Results

[Rick Majors]

The show opens in a dark arena.

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, tonight is a landmark moment in the history of our company and our industry. Welcome to Trauma 200.

With that, the arena lights up in fireworks as the PCW Faithful rises to their feet.

As the crowd cheers, a video package highlighting some of the best moments in Trauma history are shown.

"Some legends are told
Some turn to dust or to gold
But you will remember me
Remember me for centuries
And just one mistake
Is all it will take
We'll go down in history
Remember me for centuries"

The shot returns to the arena, where the crowd is still on their feet, excited for the incredible evening of celebration.

Thursday October 20th, 2016

At the announce table, Jerry Andrews and Ace Anderson are wearing their best formal attire as they welcome the television audience to the show.

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, it is my great honor to once again welcome you to Trauma. I am Jerry Andrews and, Ace, we did it. Two hundred episodes!

Ace Anderson: It's incredible! What a night we have for you tonight. Not only are we going to be looking back at some of the greatest moments in Trauma history, but we're also going to witness perhaps the greatest match in Trauma history.

Jerry Andrews: That's right. It's been slowly building for months and it's finally here: A ten-person elimination tag team match for the ages will occur tonight and we still don't know who one of the competitors will be!

Ace Anderson: Oh man that's going to be a huge match!

Jerry Andrews: But, before we get to that, we have a lot of memories, highlights and shocking moments to relive, so let's get started!

The lights dim in the Pure Class arena.

The usual pyro package and video introduction are replaced with the sound of ‘Cirice’ by Ghost B.C. The drum beats kick in and out steps Murdoc to the cheers of the fans. An unusual sight, to be sure. The newly won World Championship is draped over his shoulder proudly. The metal mask that was his singular defining feature hangs loosely around his neck, swinging gently as he walks towards the ring.

Not only the crowd, but Ace Anderson as WELL is on his feet ... clapping and nodding in pure respect for the man at the top of the mountain. As a former World Champion, Anderson is quite comfortable in giving the man the kudos he deserves. As Murdoc enters the ring, Anderson returns to his seat but the crowd doesn’t. Chants of ‘You De-serve It!’ and ‘Mur-doc!’ fill the air.

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, as I mentioned, onight is a very special night - the 200th edition of Trauma! 200 episodes, Ace ... and we have a brand new World Champion going into the next phase. And that man is Murdoc!

Ace Anderson: At Deadly Intentions 7, for those fools who MISSED it, Murdoc and Grimm waged war over the World Championship and in the end, Murdoc emerged victorious with the World Championship for the first time in his decade long PCW career. And you can hear it in the air: the fans know that he deserves it.

The crowd refuses to quiet for a long while, but finally, Murdoc calls for silence and he receives it.

“ ... thank you.”

A rare expression of gratitude from the Unclean Beast.

“There’s so much I want to say and by God, I have all the time in the world to say it because Trauma 200 ... IS MY SHOW RIGHT NOW!” With this, Murdoc holds up the World Championship for all to see, a gleaming beacon for everyone to focus on in the silence. “If you haven’t started recording at home, you might want to right now.”

The crowd is slightly confused, but continues to go along. “Over the past week, I’ve held this belt. I’ve looked at this title up close. I’ve worn this. I’ve finally understood what I’ve been competing for all this time. It’s a SYMBOL. A symbol that I am the BEST in the WORLD. A symbol that right now, no one is on my level. A symbol that every single person in that locker room cannot do what I do in this ring. Well let me make this perfectly clear: I don’t need this title to PROVE THAT!” The crowd gasps as Murdoc holds the belt up right beside his face.

“Everyone in the locker room, everyone in the crowd, everyone at home KNOWS that I am singular in this ring. That no one performs at the same level as I do. That at thirty-eight years old, I can come out here and perform at a higher level than stars nearly HALF my age. It’s not just a catchy title, I am UNTOUCHABLE in this ring.”

“You have booed me. You have vilified me. And the front offices have tried to ERASE me from the history books. Why? Because I made MYSELF a star. Because no matter who was at the top of the mountain with this belt, I was better. I was the one that gave you the show that I thought you deserved. Whether in the middle of the show, the throwaway tag team matches ... I came out here to steal the show. To be the match of the night. And for ten years, I have done that and MORE.”

“Now? You can’t erase me. You can’t deny me. You can’t avoid me. I AM THE WORLD CHAMPION! Let me guess, you thought I was going to come out and give some flowery retirement speech, some wishy-washy thank you? Newsflash: for those of you who are not privy, I have no contract with Pure Class Wrestling. I have a pay-per-appearance deal. Which means I can go home whenever I damn well please and there’s nothing any of you can do about it!”

“ ... and that’s what I’m going to do. I’m going home. Just like Lantlas and Landon Divine and Slither ... I’m going home. Because now I see why they left. They were smarter than me. You see, they realized a LONG time ago that you fans are going to be the death of this company. You cheer the silly catch-phrases, you exalt the CHARACTER and you idolize anyone who will slap your hand on the way to the ring. But those people who toil just as hard, people like Rick Majors and Kyle Cross who have destroyed themselves for you ... you couldn’t care less because they won’t sign your Big Gulp cup!”

The crowd is absolutely floored. Boos and jeers have erupted, cups and bags of peanuts fly towards the ring in record number. “I’m going home to people who actually care about me. And I’m taking this belt with me. It’s mine. I earned it a LONG time ago, when I put you people above my own well-being. It’s the very least you can pay me for my decade of servitude.”

“Go f*** yourselves.”

With that, Murdoc drops the microphone and stalks towards the ropes ... exiting the ring and walking back up the ramp. The announcers are aghast and shocked at the sudden turn of events. The crowd is in an uproar and sound as though they are on the verge of rioting. The security have their hands full as the commentary team struggle to fill dead air.

Jerry Andrews: L-ladies and gentlemen, I apologize for the language and content from Murdoc and want to be the first to inform you that Pure Class Wrestling does not necessarily share the opinions or statements made by the World Champion - -

Ace Anderson: ... he wasn’t wrong, you know.

Jerry stops and looks over at Ace Anderson, who is rubbing his neck ... the injury that left him unable to compete for the fans as we go to a quick commercial break.

We return with Shane Dodge backstage.

Shane Dodge: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm following several stories for you here right now. The first one, as you just heard before the break, is that Murdoc has apparently decided to head home for the evening. I'm currently checking with my sources to find out if this is actually true or if he was just posturing. Of course, I've also been working hard all week to secure the identity of the mystery partner on the other team. I'm following quite a few leads there and, as soon as I get some confirmation from my sources, I'll be back with an update. In the meantime, enjoy some of Traum's greatest moments.

With that, the scene changes to a highlight package.

PCW Trauma 100 Tuesday, September 13, 2011 World Championship Match Justin “Stormm” Michaels (World ©) vs. LoKi Referee: Eddie Lane [Stormm gives a grunt of frustration and resorts to dragging LoKi toward the ropes again. This time he places his head over the bottom rope and begins to push down with his boot, choking LoKi blatantly in front of Eddie Lane. One.. two… three… four… Michaels just breaks in time and receives a warning from the referee while LoKi gasps for air. Quickly refocusing, Stormm hauls LoKi off the mat and whips his tired body across the ring. On the rebound he goes for a scoop slam but LoKi manages to slip out behind. Using all his remaining strength, LoKi grabs Michaels from behind and lifts him into the air for the Omega Driver.] Jerry Andrews: Ragnarok! It’s over! [But it’s not over as Michaels uses the same escape method and moves behind LoKi. Now he locks in a Full Nelson and lifts LoKi into the air, going for a Full Nelson Slam. Again LoKi uses his agility and turns the move around in mid-air, grabbing Stormm’s arm and turning it into an Armdrag. Both men get to their feet and LoKi hits a boot to the gut before signalling for the end.] Al Laiman: Too much telegraphing from LoKi? [LoKi locks Stormm up for a DDT but the Champion has enough awareness to fight out and backdrops the challenger straight over his head. Before LoKi can recover fully, Stormm grabs hold of him and locks him in for the Hangcloud DDT...but LoKi slips around behind Stormm, lifts him into the air, turns him upside down, and spikes him with Ragnarok! The crowd goes berzerk as Stormm just had his lights put out in the middle of the ring. Slowly...surely...LoKi crawls over and lays across Stormm for the cover.] One... Two... THREE!!! Al Laiman: He did it! LoKi did it! Jerry Andrews: New champion! New champion! [New champion, indeed! At the 31 minute and 3 second mark, LoKi has once again become PCW's World Champion, and the fans are ecstatic!] [But the celebration is short-lived as Non Compos Mentis makes his way into the ring. LoKi is cautious as the number one contender looks from LoKi to Stormm, who is still on the mat. Finally, with a smile, NCM extends his hand, and the fans erupt once more.] Jerry Andrews: I think Mentis is just happy that somebody finally put that rich snob in his place! [LoKi and NCM shake hands warmly...and Mentis decides to kick Loki in the gut and plant him with the Fractured Mind!!! The belt goes flying and the fans can't believe it! Garbage flies once again as the Born Psycho simply stares down at the new champion. Behind Mentis, Stormm slowly climbs to his feet. Looking back, NCM slowly turns his attention to Michaels. Stormm is still holding his neck when Mentis strikes! Another Fractured Mind later and now Stormm is down on the mat...again!] Jerry Andrews: I would say that NCM has lost his mind...but we've known that for a long time! Al Laiman: Non Compos Mentis is sending a message: At PCW Deception...that belt is his! [Rather than take the belt, NCM unceremoniously drops it on LoKi's chest before leaving the ring. We have a new World Champion and carnage is everywhere!]

PCW Trauma: 121 Tuesday, October 2nd, 2012 Singles Match Ace Anderson vs. Nacho Grande Special Referee: Eric Russo Trying to recover, Ace gets to his feet only for Nacho to leap over the top of him with a sunset flip. The larger man resists the momentum of the move and drops straight down, driving his knee into the arm of Nacho, following it with another two and quickly locking in an Armbar. Referee Russo checks for the submission but Nacho fights back, pushing his way back to his feet and hitting out with several back elbows. Once free from the giant’s grasp, Nacho hits the ropes with another springboard back elbow… but Ace catching him in mid air and transitions into a brutal back suplex. Quickly pinning, Ace only gets a two and goes back on the offensive. Pulling Nacho up, Ace hits a combo of strong strikes and sets up for a T-Bone suplex. There’s still life left in the fast-food-themed fan favourite, who hits out with more tenacious elbows and escapes. Suddenly he reverts to desperation, attempting to lift Ace up for the Eat Late Even Great but his damaged arm gives way and Ace falls out of the backdoor. Shoving Nacho forward into the ropes, Ace goes for a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker but Nacho still resists, spinning out into a Hurricanrana. As Anderson rolls across the mat and climbs to his feet, Nacho rushes forward and hits a Jumping Heel Kick that leaves both men on the mat. The crowd chant for Nacho to get to his feet and slowly he does, followed closely by Anderson who turns straight into a strong forearm. Nacho attacks with a further salvo and turns to hit the ropes, but on the rebound Ace charges forward and throws Nacho into the air, dropping him with the Maple Syrup Flapjack. With Nacho laid out on the mat, Ace jumps back up intent on finishing the job. Dragging Nacho to his feet, Ace sets him up for a powerbomb and hauls him high into the air for the Exemplifier. As he hoists Nacho higher into the air for extra impact, Nacho instinctively rolls through the move, throwing Anderson backwards with a ring-shaking Yoshi-Tonic, holding on for the pin. One… Two… THREE! Winner: Nacho Grande via Pinfall The fans erupt as Nacho climbs back to his feet, unsure exactly of how he picked up the win but recognising the cheers are for him. Anderson looks up at Referee Russo with an expression of disbelief and climbs back to his feet across the ring from the victor. Both men meet each other’s eyes, Nacho with his arms held high in celebration and Ace still dumbfounded by the loss. Slowly Ace takes a couple of steps forward into the middle of the ring. Nacho knows the unpredictable Anderson could do anything and tentatively moves a little closer to the ropes. Tension rises in the crowd as Anderson considers his next move and… extends a hand to the masked marvel. Nacho seems uncertain about the intent but is reassured when Anderson gives him a small clap of congratulation and extends the hand again. Taking a few steps out of the corner, Nacho cautiously extends his and accepts the handshake to massive cheer from the PCW Faithful. It’s a cheer that suddenly turns into a raucous boo from the fans as everybody stares up at the ramp. There, a figure walks out from the back and stops, staring down into the ring at the two competitors and their respectful handshake. The man is Justin Kaard and he looks less than impressed at the scene he surveys. Finally Nacho and Anderson spot their unwanted audience and turn to stare back at him, wondering what his intentions are. They don’t get to find out though, as the cameras fade to black, lingering on the final image of Justin Kaard staring down to the ring and Nacho and Ace staring back.

PCW Trauma: 110 Tuesday, April 3rd, 2012 Six-Man Elimination Tag Team Match Lantlas (World ©); Sean Rhodes; Grimm (International ©) vs. LoKi; Justin "Stormm" Michaels; "The Grand High Exalted One" Usali Basilisk Referee: Tyrone Little Tyrone starts the mandatory ten-count as both men lay on the arena floor in a daze. At about four both grapplers begin to stir. By six they're on their feet. Six-and-a-half sees them pounding away on each other as the fans roar in the background. Stormm sends Rhodes into the ringpost! Seven! Rhodes hurls Michaels into the steel steps! Eight! The brawl continues up the aisle as they barrel into the barricade getting up close and personal with the PCW Faithful. Nine! It's clear they have no intent of returning to the ring once they're halfway up the ramp. TEN! Justin Michaels and Sean Rhodes continue wailing away on each other as they disappear through the curtain to the back. Mark Long: SEAN RHODES and JUSTIN MICHAELS have been eliminated! Already the action in the ring has resumed with rivals Usali Basilisk and Phinehas Grimm going at it in the middle of the ring. Basilisk is nimble as a lunatic and powered by the gods, but the wiry Grimm is able to keep pace with him. A hurricanrana attempt by Usali is countered with a head-bouncing powerbomb for a two-count! Usali is slow to his feet after having his brain rattled, but he catches Grimm with a stiff headbutt! The metal mask seems to have dazed Grimm as the agile Basilisk executes a beautiful Dragonrana! Grimm gets the shoulder up at two-and-a-half, causing the crowd the gasp. Usali senses a moment of weakness and attempts to lock in the Gift! Phinehas is ready and counters with a go behind. A quick stomp to the back of the Basilisk's knee and Grimm plants him with the Foddershock! Grimm makes the cover... ...and LoKi, not wanting to be left in a two-on-one situation, breaks up the pinfall attempt! Rather than exit the ring, LoKi sticks around to stomp away on Grimm. This prompts the World Champion to enter the fray. Anduril backs LoKi into a corner with some vicious strikes as Grimm takes Usali into the opposite corner. After a variety of punches, Lantlas Irish whips LoKi out of the corner. Grimm whips Usali out of the corner. LoKi reverses! Lantlas and Usali are heading right for each other...and they put on the brakes in the center of the ring. There is a brief pause as the two stare at each other. Until they're both clobbered from behind. Tyrone Little tries to regain control of the match, but to no avail. Grimm wants a piece of Usali's hide, but Basilisk has other plans. Bailing out of the ring, the Grand High Exalted One retrieves Grimm's International Championship and heads for the back. Leaving the match in the hands of Lantlas, Phinehas exits the ring to give chase. Still the legal men, Tyrone Little has no choice but to start counting them out. 1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...10! Two more men have been counted out of this match. Basilisk disappears to the backstage area, still in possession of Grimm's International Championship. The Lord of Misrule is hot on his trail! Mark Long: GRIMM and USALI BASILISK have been eliminated! This leaves only one member from each team. LoKi and Lantlas. And how convenient...they're both already in the ring beating the crap out of each other! The former University of Minnesota national champion catches Lantlas with a brutal STO that garners a two-count! LoKi whips Lantlas into the ropes, but Lantlas reverses. LoKi bounces off the strands and ducks a clothesline attempt. Lantlas catches LoKi on the rebound and presses him high into the air...catching him as he falls with a crazy looking Written Word! Lantlas hooks the leg, and LoKi is just barely able to get the shoulder up before three! The Elven Warrior attempts to lock in the Elven Marksmanship, but LoKi has enough presence to roll into the ropes. Lantlas breaks the attempt as LoKi slowly stands. The World Champion moves in for the kill and walks right into a spinebuster! Pulling Lantlas off the mat by his blue strands of hair, LoKi hoists him into the air and spikes him with the Conviction Buster! LoKi covers and hooks the leg. 1...2... ...Lantlas shoots the shoulder up! The fans roar! Lantlas rolls onto his hands and knees. LoKi sees the opening and he takes it! Latching onto the elf's back, LoKi goes for Valkyrie's Wings! But Anduril fights it and refuses to be forced to the mat! Rather, he steps up to one knee...then fully stands with the Fallen Angel still draped over his shoulders. Horking LoKi into position, Lantlas plants him with the Flame of the West! The Faithful erupt as the Elven Warrior makes the cover for the three-count! Mark Long: LOKI has been eliminated! The winners…. SEAN RHODES, GRIMM AND LAAAAANTLAAAAS! Lantlas raises his arms high in victory and receives a huge ovation from the fans. They cheer wholly for him in the absence of the other two members of his team who could be anywhere in the arena by now. In contrast LoKi struggles out of the ring and high tails it up the ramp, staring back toward the World Champion and making a signal that he’s coming for the Warrior Elf’s championship soon.

Jerry Andrews: Well folks, we're bad and we said that we're going to look back at Trauma history and we're going WAAAAAAY back to before we even started numbering Traumas! This is BEFORE Trauma 1 and we're only showing you this for historical record. Believe me.

Ace Anderson: This is gonna be something. Let's go back to 2003!

PCW Trauma Tuesday, December 2nd, 2003 PCW Middleweight Championship Tournament Second Round Match Maniac vs. Scotty Davis Maniac is the first to show signs of life, he is turning over and covers Davis, the ref counts....one....two....two and a half, when Davis put that right shoulder up in the air, so close. Maniac slowly goes from his hands and knees, to his knees, to one knee and finally reaching his feet, he stumbles back onto the ropes and leans up against them, to hold him up. Davis meanwhile is holding the back of his neck, Davis is turning over onto his stomach, he's slowly making his way up to his feet, Maniac sees this, he's mesuring Davis up for another superkick, here it goes, DAVIS COLAPSED BACK DOWN TO A KNEE, MANIAC HITS THE REF, the ref is down and out, unbelieveable. Davis wasn't strong enough to stay up on his feet and just colpased back down to a knee, but Maniac was for sure that he would nail Davis, so he put all his might into that superkick and now the ref is out, Davis is trying to get strength and Maniac is checking on the ref's status. Davis drops down and rolls out of the ring, where is he going?? He's grabbing a steel chair, he just folded it up, this isn't good for Maniac, Davis unfolds the chair and places it in the center of the ring. Davis goes behind Maniac and spins him around and lifts up Maniac and places him onto his shoulder, looks like a running powerslam maybe. Davis runs and....Maniac reverses it, Maniac has Davis' head tucked under his arm, he's going for a reverse ddt....no!!!! He just flipped up Davis into a reverse outsiders edge....OHHH!!!! (A chant of "HOLY SHIT", echoes throughout the arena.) Tyreek: CIRCUS RIDE!!!! A resverse outsiders, onto that unfolded steel chair by Maniac, Davis is out cold as a cucumber, Maniac rushes to fold up the chair and slides it under the bottom rope. Maniac goes for the cover, he hooks a leg of Davis, the ref is crawling over to the pin, he counts....one....two....three!!!! The ref calls for the bell. (DING, DING, DING, DING!!!!) Mark Long: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match....He's A MAAAAAAAAAAAAANIAC!!!! ("Sad But True" begins to play as the crowd erupts into a frenzy, as their much hated Anti- North america fiend has been defeated, Maniac is on the mat with his arm raised, due to the ref raising it.) Tyreek: What a match Mike. Maniac pulled off a great counter and won the match. Mike: He used a damn steel chair to win the match, plus even before that, he jumped the man from behind. Davis never got a fair chance in this match.

Jerry Andrews: Okay, okay.... that was fun and all, I guess, but let's go back to the reason we're all here tonight: Trauma 1!

Ace Anderson: The first official Trauma of this era! Oh man!

PCW Tuesday Night Trauma 1 Tuesday, April 5, 2005 PCW Contracted Open Invitational Rumble For The Gold Match (Sexay Jay turns around to be met with a clothesline from Innovator. He goes down hard, and Innovator smirks. But as he turns around, he is met with a Pegasus lifting him up and placing him onto his shoulders. He spins Innovator, and then catches him with a Osaka Cutter, from off his shoulders.) Jerry Andrews: Pegasus just hit Innovator with the Guiding Light! (After Pegasus gets up, he looks into the crowd, and the fans cheer.) Jerry Andrews: I think Pegasus has found his second wind! Look at him! He looks to have a bounce in his step! (He grabs Innovator from off the mat and tosses him clear over the top rope. He then walks over to battle with Sexay Jay. As Jay is going over, he skims the cat, and he is nearly eliminated as one of his feet hits the ground and the other one of his feet dangle in the air.) Jerry Andrews: Innovator was almost eliminated! Mike Hunt: But he wasn't! (Innovator rolls back into the ring, to save himself, and then rolls back out underneath the bottom rope. Pegasus and Sexay Jay have no idea Innovator is not out of the match! Pegasus and Sexay Jay are now battling at it. They are exchanging blows until Pegasus seems to have hit a soft spot in the forehead of Jay, and Jay begins to rock back and forth.) Jerry Andrews: Perhaps Pegasus hit Jay where he is bleeding. (Pegasus sees that Sexay Jay is vulnerable, and he tries tossing him over the top ropes. But Jay fights it, and he grabs Pegasus with him. They both end up on the apron.) Mike Hunt: Not the most safe place for either of these men. (They begin delivering rights and lefts to one another one the apron, each man wobbling even more as each shot pierces through. But Innovator sees this as his opportunity. He slides back into the ring, and dropkicks both Pegasus and Sexay Jay. Both men fall off the apron, and onto the arena floor, but it appears Sexay Jay's feet hit first.) DING! DING! DING! Mark Long: Both Pegasus and Sexay Jay have been eliminated! The winner of the match...and NEW...PCW World Champion...INNOVATOR! Jerry Andrews: AFTER EXCITEMENT FOR OVER AN HOUR, INNOVATOR IS THE NEW WORLD CHAMPION! WHAT A MATCH! Mike Hunt: Yeah, Innovator is the World Champion. But what about Pegasus and Sexay Jay? They were both knocked off of the apron at the same time! (Richard Stevens grabs all three titles from the announcer's table and then goes into the ring. He presents Innovator with the World Championship, and then he goes over to the ropes closest to Mark Long and tells him to make an announcement.) Mark Long: The referees informed me that Sexay Jay's feet did indeed hit first, so Pegasus is now the new International Champion and Sexay Jay is the new North American Champion. (Cheers are heard.) Mark Long: Give it up one more time for Innovator! (Innovator's music begins to play and the fans cheer as the final three men in the Rumble For The Gold Match are in the ring, raising their titles in the air.) Jerry Andrews: What an amazing night! What will happen next week! Who knows! But this week, we have three new champions! Goodnight folks! (Confetti begins falling from the sky, as the feed fades out the PCW logo and copyright.)

Ace Anderson: Hey, you were on that one!

Jerry Andrews: I've been here a long time, alllllll the way back to Trauma 1!

Ace Anderson: It's been quite a run!

Jerry Andrews: Let's keep going with the memories!

Ace Anderson: This one coming up might be the most memorable Trauma moment to date.

PCW Trauma 178 Tuesday September 8th, 2015 Singles Match for the PCW World Championship HEAVEN VS HELL CATHEDRAL GRUDGE MATCH Sadistic (World ©) vs Eira (North American ©) Referee: ??? Sadistic lunges in with a mean right hook - while at the same time Eira drops down for a leg sweep! Hitting her mark, she’s instantly the aggressor with the big man down, grabbing Sadistic by the hair and pulling him up - only to have him make contact with the punch! Eira recoils at the impact, Sadistic rushing forward, Eira’s quick reflexes and acrobating training enabling her to leap straight up into the air and grab the overhang of the choir pit - and swing her feet directly into Sadistic with a double kick to the face! Eira drops, catlike to the floor, her dark chuckle filtering through the audio as she watches Sadistic struggle to keep his feet. Staggering back, Billy’s pinwheeling arms grab at a nearby pew for purchase - the wood breaking off in his hand with a great, splintering crack! Scrambling, he rights himself with the giant slab of wood in hand, adjusting his grip and - Ace Anderson: OUCH! Jerry Andrews: Sadistic just went Happy Gilmore on Eira with a piece of church! Eira goes down hard at the inevitable conclusion of being broadsided with a plane of solid oak, immobile amongst the rubble as Sadistic’s boots crunch towards her. Reaching down he grabs a fistfil of bloodying, silvery white hair, bodily dragging her up the nave towards the altar in the center of the sanctuary. With a savage jerk he hauls her up in both arms, lifting her above his head and letting her drop onto the unyielding surface below, the sensitive audio equipment catching Sadistic’s muttering. “Flat on your back, stone altar, crumbling cathedral? I bet you’re just LOVING this. Let’s see if I can make it even better for you…” Sadistic rubs his hands together in anticipatory joy then runs them down her body just a hairsbreadth from physical touch… slowing as he reaches her abdomen… and drops a vicious elbow into her lower belly! Eira’s shriek rings out through the Arena, her body curling in around itself as she promptly retches over the side of the stone slab. Blood trickles down her face in rivulets from a wound somewhere near her hairline, the crimson liquid coloring her light hair to nightmarish effect. Jerry Andrews: That was uncalled for. Ace Anderson: I know these two hate each other but… that was needlessly cruel. Sadistic’s cackle of glee is harsh over the audio feed, the heavy thud of Eira hitting the marble floor a disturbing counterpoint to the raucous noise. The referee hovers close by, watching the proceedings without interjecting the one way or the other as Sadistic rounds the altar, reaching down again - only to be met with a kick to the side of the head! Jerry Andrews: She was playing possum! Ace Anderson: Or came to at EXACTLY the right second. Sadistic goes reeling, Eira scrambling to her feet and going immediately in on the attack! Kicks and jabs flying, she badgers Sadistic towards the entryway - then grabs his arm in an irish whip and slings him around back towards the sanctuary! Sadistic gets in a headlock, Eira managing to slip free with a few well aimed (but usually illegal) knee strikes. Jacking his arm up and back in a high angle armbar, she leverages him around and shoves him hard towards the jagged baptismal font - following up with a quick and heavy dropkick, a roar of pain echoing in waves through the vaulted ceiling space! Jerry Andrews: Oh my GOD! Ace Anderson: What the F - *beep* Eira nods in pleased satisfaction, the dark stain on Sadistic’s shirt quickly growing as he hangs, impaled through his chest on the font’s broken stone cross - just a bit too high and a bit too far to the right for center mass! The North American Champion keeps a light hold on his throat as her stare tracks the approaching referee, keeping her stare trained on the referee, unable to see Sadistic’s eyes brightening in the gloom - her attention jerked back to him as an inhuman howl bursts forth from his throat as he tears himself down! Eira stumbles back, horrified rage carved deep into her features, blood pouring from Sadistic’s chest but still he stands. “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU!?” With the screamed question she launches herself at Sadistic, all training forgotten as she unloads with everything she has, powered by pure fury. Sadistic manages to block many of the strikes, but many more find their mark, the large man weakening, dropping to one knee… Ace Anderson: This is it! She’s doing it! ...only to surge upward from the floor, shoulder up under Eira’s midsection, running straight towards the wall in a charging fireman’s carry! Crushing her between the wall and his sheer mass, Sadistic lets her drop only to haul her up by the throat and slam her into the wall once - twice - THREE TIMES before letting her drop once more! Weaving on his feet, the blood loss beginning to take effect, Sadistic fumbling hand grabs her one more time, pulling her up and - Jerry Andrews: SADISTIC DDT! - he BLASTS her into the floor with his trademark, devastating DDT finisher! He drops to his knees, crossing Eira’s arms over her chest and collapsing on top of her, the robed referee gliding forward to make a count with his fingers, a toll of the bell answering each count. …*CLANG* …*CLANG* … …*CLANG* Winner & Retaining Champion: Sadistic via Pinfall Sadistic rolls off the still unresponsive Eira, going so far as to weakly shove her away in apparent disgust. His head falls back against the font with a hollow *thock*, near senseless, while the referee remains on one knee at Eira’s side. Brushing her bloodstained hair away from her face, he scoops her up in his arms, cradling her close and exiting the church with a calmly inexorable stride.

Jerry Andrews: That Cathedral match is still one of the strangest and most brutal things I've ever seen.

Ace Anderson: It certainly was, Jerry. What a violent and personal rivalry Eira and Sadistic had. And Sadistic is back here tonight after a long absence!

Jerry Andrews: That's going to be interesting to see. It's also insane that Murdoc is schedule to TEAM UP with not just Sadistic, but also Grimm here tonight!

Ace Anderson: How on earth are they supposed to get along!? I can't see that working.

Jerry Andrews: Maybe that's part of the reason he apparently walked out tonight.

Ace Anderson: Anything is possible.

Jerry Andrews: Either way, I can't wait for that match. I just can't wait!

Ace Anderson: That's coming up tonight, but we've got a lot more for you as well. We'll be right back!

Jerry Andrews: Well folks, welcome back to the arena. it's been quite a night of memories and highlights so far and we have plenty more to come. Plus, we have our special ten-person tag match main event as well. However, right now we're going to backstage to Shane Dodge who is with one of the participants in that match: Dan Fierce. Shane?

Backstage, Shane Dodge is standing with Dan Fierce, awaiting his cue.

Shane Dodge: Thank you Jerry. That's right, Dan Fierce came within inches of winning the Deadly Rumble and now he's teaming up with the man who won the match, Rick Majors, as well as Kelli Starr, Nathan Saniti and a mystery teammate here tonight. Dan, first of all, congratulations on your Deadly Rumble performance. How are you feeling tonight?

Dan Fierce: Well Shane, obviously, I hoped to be standing here as the number one contender for the PCW title, but I still get my chance to get in the ring with Murdoc here tonight and teach him a lesson, so I can't really complain.

Shane Dodge: And how do you feel about teaming up with Starr, Saniti and Majors?

Dan Fierce: I have a lot of respect for all of those competitors and I'm glad to have them on my side. You know Shane...

At that moment, Rick Majors walks into view. Shane and Dan stop and turn towards him.

Rick Majors: Dan, I have something I want to discuss with you.

Majors looks at Shane Dodge, who doesn't seem to get the hint and he stays right where he is. After a moment, Majors speaks again.

Rick Majors: Ok.... well, I can do this right here then on national television. First, Dan, I want to shake your hand again. You put on one hell of a performance on Sunday night.

Majors extends his hand and Dan Fierce shakes it.

Dan Fierce: And you as well. I'm looking forward to watching your match with Murdoc.

Rick Majors: Well, that's the reason I'm here, Dan. Murdoc? He's one of the most dangerous men on the roster. He's brutal and vicious and he's hurt me before. Now I know he's hurt you too and I know you're looking for revenge. So I have a proposal for you. Hear me out. I'm an old man, Dan. I'm beaten down and injured and tired. The Deadly Rumble took nearly everything out of me. And now this match tonight? I'm not sure if I'll make it to Collision Course and, even if I do, I don't stand a chance against Murdoc. We both know that. So here's my proposal: you take my spot. You had the number one contendership stolen from you and you deserve to get your revenge on Murdoc. Take my place.

Dan Fierce: That's sweet, but I'm no spring chicken, either, Ricky-poo. You're right though, I want my revenge on Murdoc and, of course I want to become PCW World Champion. But I didn't win the Deadly Rumble. You did. You earned the shot.

Rick Majors pauses for a moment and then speaks again.

Rick Majors: Then how about this instead: on Trauma 201, we face off one-on-one. If I win, I move on to Collision Course as planned, but, if you win, you get the title match with Murdoc instead?

Dan Fierce: Are you absolutely sure about that? It could end up being something you regret later down the road. I know how I felt once I set that ball into motion.

Majors pauses and mulls it over before sighing deeply and nodding.

Rick Majors: I'm sure.

Dan Fierce pauses now and he thinks about it. He then extends his hand to Rick Majors once again.

Dan Fierce: Okay... We have a deal.

Rick Majors: Excellent. I'll see you out there.

With that, Majors walks away and the shot returns to the announce team at ringside.

Ace Anderson: Woah! Rick Majors versus Dan Fierce for number one contendership!

Jerry Andrews: That's a HUGE match!

PCW Trauma 126: The Iceys Tuesday, December 25, 2012 The last award of the evening was presented by “The Icemann” Luis Malave, Majority Owner of Pure Class Wrestling. Luis came out wearing a custom-tailored “PCW Blue” two-piece suit and designer shoes, and made no time walking up to the microphone. But before he could even say a word, “Gold on the Ceiling” by The Black Keys kicked in and Michael Wryght walked onto the stage. The fans booed him tremendously, but Showtime seemed not to care. Showtime tried to give Luis a handshake, but Luis no-sold the attempt. Showtime sighed, but then started to speak. Showtime thanked, “the fans from all across the World, especially [his] Hollywood fans, for voting [him] the Executive of the Year during this season's Icey Awards.” He went on with, “They knew [he] should have been included in the main event of Collision Course, but getting this award helps the blow.” Showtime then switched gears by stating that as nice as the award was, he wasn't going to be eligible for the award the next season because he had sold his stock. A loud, “Ooooo,” was heard from the PCW Faithful and Luis immediately looked baffled. Showtime said that he was sick of the corporate bs and that it cost him a good friend in Luis. He then said Luis snubbing him the World Title shot he deserved was the last straw and the deciding factor in his decision. “So without further ado, let [him] welcome the newest stockholder in PCW... ...Skylar Marshall!” The entire arena erupted with boos at that announcement, and Luis was beyond enraged. Skylar Marshall, with his pulled back ponytail, glasses, and three-piece suit stepped onto the stage and he and Showtime shared a handshake and a quick hug. Skylar let the music kick in for a second before stepping up to the podium and speaking...: “Guess I'm Back! Luis, you might be the majority owner, but I'm the business expert and a man of influence. So with that said, my first order of business Ice is to let you know that me and the other shareholders think that you've been a bit overworked and are recommending you take a vacation. And no Luis, it isn't negotiable. Security, please escort Mr. Malave off the stage please...” Pure Class Arena Security, the hired security of all PCW events, came out and “Big” Dave Brandt walked over to Luis and convinced him to leave the stage. Skylar then continued. “Ah, that felt good. My second order of business is that, since I can't overrule the decision that was made before I signed back on with the company, I can't give Michael the match against Grimm and Rhodes at Collision Course. But what I can do is make it up to him. Mikey, you deserve a World Title match, and I told you that if you sold me your stock, I'd make it happen. Therefore, at Mass Destruction III, you will get a one-on-one match with the PCW World Champion, no matter who it is! But that still leaves you without a match for Collision Course. No problem. I heard there's this emo pest that's been bothering you the last few weeks. Rick Majors I believe the name is. I'll let you do what you need to do...Rick Majors against “Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght! I will bring balance back to PCW. I will bring...THE LAW!

PCW Trauma 101 Tuesday, September 27, 2011 Tag Team Championship Ladder Match Grimm & Sadistic © vs. Los Dos Amigos Referee: Tyrone Little The tug of war endures and the two men atop the ladder continue to hammer punches into each other. Neither team is willing to give in as the ladder sways back and forth and both Grimm and Nacho threaten to lose their footing. Finally, as the Ladder becomes grounded again, Sadistic pulls back his leg and fires it through the ladder, between Heavy Metal’s legs and straight into his crown jewels. Jerry Andrews: Disqualification! Al Laiman: How many times…. It’s NO DQ! Heavy Metal crumbles to the mat leaving Billy free to push hard against the ladder and tip it over. Grimm and Nacho stop throwing punches for a moment only to fall helplessly and devastatingly onto the top rope and bounce like rubber balls back into the ring. Jerry Andrews: Oh my god! Al Laiman: Sadistic sacrificed both his brother and Nacho's chances of ever having little Grandes! Retrieving his favorite bat, Sadistic measures Heavy Metal and waits for his bitter rival to stand. And when he does....THWACK! He swings for the fences and drills Roth in the side of the knee! Metal goes down like he'd been shot and begins screaming in pain. He quickly rolls to the outside and not too long afterwards, a few medical personal head out from the back to check on the International Champion. Pleased with his work, Sadistic turns his attention back to Nacho. The luchador struggles to stand, but when he does he's met with a boot to the guts and a stiff Sadistic DDT! The fans are booing mercilessly as Sadistic drops to the outside in search of a...chair? Jerry Andrews: This is absolute carnage! Billy Sadistic destroyed Heavy Metal's knee, and now it looks like he's going to cripple Nacho! Sliding back into the ring, he peers down at Nacho with a smirk on his hairy face. Grimm is back up, and they're ready to do their worst. Sadistic hands the chair to his brother. Bending to place the chair around Nacho's neck, Sadistic stops his younger brother and holds up a finger. Sadistic pulls Nacho off the mat, and he wants Grimm to bash the luchador's head in with the steel chair. Sadistic locks Nacho from behind and the Lord of Misrule is more than happy to oblige! A two step approach...a swing...and Sadistic is blasted so hard he's knocked through the ropes! The fans erupt!!! Jerry Andrews: Nacho ducked out at the last second, and Grimm just plastered his brother! I can't believe it! Nacho armdrags a surprised Grimm and the chair goes flying into the middle of the ring! Both men are back up and a boot to the mid-section doubles Grimm over. Pulling the Abomination into the center of the ring, Nacho lifts him vertical and piledrives him directly onto the steel chair! Grimm is down and the fans are on their feet! The medics call for help from the back and things don't look good for Heavy Metal at the ringside area. Al Laiman: Nacho Grande is single-handedly fighting off the tag champs! Mustering his last bit of strength, Nacho erects the ladder beneath the hanging belts and begins to ascend. Sadistic slowly comes to on the outside, and his face is a crimson mask! Blood drips in his eyes, his mouth, his chops...everywhere. He spots Nacho climbing the ladder and he pulls himself up onto the ring apron. Nacho spots him and picks up the pace. Sadistic begins to step into the ring...but then he spots Grimm on the mat. Slowly, he pulls his leg back through the ropes and slowly hops down off the ring apron. Jerry Andrews: What in the hell is Billy Sadistic doing? The belts are within reach for Los Dos Amigos! With a wicked grin, blood filling the spaces between his teeth and dripping from his chin, Sadistic backpedals away from the ring. Grimm slowly comes to and reaches for the ladder, but it's too late. Seconds later, Nacho tumbles to the ground with a belt clutched in each sweaty hand...and the roof nearly blows off of the Pure Class Arena! Jerry Andrews: They've done it! THEY'VE DONE IT! Los Dos Amigos have defeated the Horrors from Hangtown! The reign of terror is OVER!!! The fans are going out of control! Once reality sets in, an exhausted Nacho Grande rolls out of the ring to check on his best buddy! Winners(s): Los Dos Amigos when Nacho Grande retrieved the belts (Grimm can't believe it. How had Nacho managed to grab the belts? How had Billy not stopped him? Looking around, Grimm finally spots his smiling brother backpedaling up the ramp.) Jerry Andrews: Phinehas Grimm can't believe it. His brother walked out on him! He let Nacho Grande climb the ladder unabated! Al Laiman: He might as well have handed the belts over. Jerry Andrews: You have to wonder if that stray chairshot had anything to do with that decision... (Grimm's gaze is fixed on Sadistic's blood soaked smile, and the Lord of Misrule can only shake his head in disgust...)

The scene now cuts in live as Sadistic and Grimm are seen walking through the backstage area.

Ace Anderson: Well there they are: The Hangtown Horrors have reunited for this match.

Jerry Andrews: These two men are two of the most intimidating and successful PCW competitors, but they have a complicated relationship to put it lightly.

Ace Anderson: It's certainly a bit more than just "complicated" but that's a good point. They're brothers and they've been a team in the past, but how will they coexist here tonight?

Jerry Andrews: It's going to be something, that's for sure! We'll be right back.

Trauma returns live to the arena. Suddenly, lightning strikes the PCW Tron and gives off an explosion. The Tron is now a blinding white screen, the lights in the arena have gone out.

Jerry Andrews: Ohh dear God, not this again.

Ace Anderson: Quit being such a baby Jerry.

Static is heard, as the Tron’s screen starts to fade into a picture of a vast land of nothing but desert life. A dark night with no stars present in the sky. The howling of the wind is only matched by the howling of the coyote that has refuge there. The sounds of footsteps once again can be heard as they are walking through. The view has reached on top of a hill, on the other side of it, there is a light burning. The footsteps continue forward, coming closer and closer to the light that burns. Finally the view comes to the point of the burning light; it is an anarchy a burning on the ground.

LIFE

Is heard in a female child’s voice, as it whispers. The sound of an acoustic guitar is now being heard playing throughout arena.

”Their ain’t no grave, that can hold my body down"
"There ain’t no grave, that can hold my body down"

Johnny Cash’s “Ain’t No Grave” is now being sung, with each hit of the tambourine the ground where the anarchy a was, shakes, until it starts to crack open. A hand reaches out, which is followed by another and pulls up a body out from the earth. A figure in a pure white cloak is now standing aside the hole. The cloak seems untouched by the earth that was engulfed in, like if it was pure and holy. The figure starts forward, coming closer and closer until the Tron cuts out. A spotlight shows what appears to be that figure stepped out of the tron and is now descending down from the Tron and down to the stage. “Ain’t No Gave by Johnny Cash stops playing the fans are murmuring within themselves, not sure of what they are seeing.

Ace Anderson: Did you see that Jerry?

Jerry Andrews: Did….did this person just really come out of the PCW Tron?

This figure walks forward into the start of the aisle, but then this figure stops, the figure slowly turns around to face the stage area. The figure reaches their hand into the back of their cloak and pulls out an all-white kendo stick, with gold tape wrapped at the holding end of it. The figure raises it into the air and then points to the stage and up comes five white caskets from underneath the stage, they are standing upright, The figure slaps the kendo stick onto the floor and all the lids from the caskets open up and out step five more figures in all pure white cloaks. The figure takes their free hand and removes the cloak quickly, before turning around. The crowd nearly blows the roof off of the arena.

Jerry Andrews: HE….HE’S ALIVE!!!!

Ace Anderson: NO WAY, I thought that he was lost and gone.

The male figure that stands there Loco, who was presumed missing and in one person’s case, dead and buried in a desert somewhere. Loco is dressed in all white with a white cow hide trench coat. He beings his walk down the aisle as ”Engel (English Version)" by Rammstein is heard playing, as the fans have not stopped going bananas since seeing him. Loco’s methodical walk is enjoyed by the fans so that can reach out and touch him as me makes his way down to ringside. Loco stops once he reaches ringside and looks all around at the Pure Class faithful, he nods his head and makes his way up the ring steps and enters the ring. Loco is passed a microphone and then moves into the middle of the ring as ”Engel (English Version)” slowly fades out, leaving only the cheers and screams from the fans. Loco looks around and smile. The long chant of LOOOOOOOCOOOOO has started up and Loco laughs. He even starts to direct the chant as he points from one side of the arena for them to say start with the L and then drags his point across the section for the OOOOCOOO and then stops at the end of the section. He turns and does this to the other three sides and claps for their participation. The crowd doesn’t want to stop after a few minutes have passed. Loco starts to give them a sign by waving his arms downwards, for them to start settling. Loco looks out to a random fan at ringside, points to them and motions for them to sit down and then winks at them before giving them a thumbs up. The finally silent for Loco to speak.

Loco: ….HI

Loco waves and the crowd erupts again, Loco closes his eyes while laughing and shakes his head.

Loco: So I know you all are DYING to know where I have been and it was suggested by Mr. Anarchy Man that he buried me somewhere in a desert that he couldn’t remember which one it was. Well SURPRISE Pure Class fans, I’m a ghost BOO!!!! No wait, I am alive, at least I think, being married and having kids, sometimes I wonder. But nonetheless, I am here for all of you to love me.

The crowd cheers and repeated chants of WILLARD COULDN’T KILL YOU rock the arena for a few moments and then fade out.

Loco: No, he could not. But back to the reason why I am here. I have seen what has been going on since the time that I was left lying in this very ring by my friend. Yes I still consider that rat bastard a friend. I have been up and down the road with him and I know what his problem is. But Pure Class Wrestling is in need of some light. It has succumb to darkness, not just with the stable itself, but with including a cult rising and some pretender to the anarchy throne. After that night where I was left out by myself, I had to find myself once again. I had to go away from everything, including my wife and children. Once I saw that there was a bounty that my wife put out I knew it was time to come back. After all it’s my money that she is putting out there, I’m not going to allow that to happen. But before I decided to come back, I knew that I could not fight the fight of the righteous. I needed some help and I didn’t come alone….

Loco points his kendo stick to the stage again and the lights cut out, a big spotlight engulfs the stage where the five figures stand. Police sirens are heard, followed by a voice using a synthetic voice.

"NO SURRENDERRRR"
"NO SURRENDERRRRR"

All five figures take off their cloaks quickly the crowd is up on their feet cheering so loud that the song ”No Surrender” by Bone thugs~n~harmony can barely be heard now.

Ace Anderson: What the hell is going on here? Who are these people?

Jerry Andrews: IT’S….DA FUHRER, LOCA, TUPCALAPYZE AND SKYHAWK….LOCO HAS BROUGHT HIS LWO!!!!

All five members of the LwO make their way down the aisle as Loco smiles and leans his kendo stick against the ropes.

Ace Anderson: LwO? You mean to tell me, this is his LwO?

Jerry Andrews: Yes Ace. This group took on and out any and all in a federation that they started in. They damn near closed down that federation with what they could do. And now it seems they are here in Pure Class Wrestling with the samething in mind. Minus Jason Willard, these are the originals of this group.

SkyHawk enters the ring first, him and Loco give the LwO handshake and then embrace for the two have not spoken in eleven years. Next is Tupacalypze, the biggest member of the group, him and Loco LwO handshake and then like a big bear, wraps his arms around Loco and hugs him, lifting him up and then putting him back down on his feet. Loco reaches for the lumbar area of his back, acting like it hurt. Da Fuhrer is next, follows the same suit with the LwO handshake and then they share a very long embrace as they have been friends for twenty-four years and is the middle man of their friendship with “The Anarchist” Jason Willard. And there is Loca, she enters for a hug, but runs her fingers through her man’s hair and comes to the back of his head and pulls his hair back by the roots to make Loco lean back and then she plants one big kiss onto him and releases his hair. Loco is stumbling around as if he has been disoriented from the kiss of his wife. ”No Surrender” slowly fades out, which makes the LWO repeated chant by the fans even more louder. Loco has recovered from the onslaught of his wife’s kiss by shaking the cobwebs out. After a few moments the crowd calms down.

Loco: Pure Class Wrestling, I give you Locoz War Occult….better known as the L....w….O! Minus an Anarchy Man, but nonetheless we are back together. This group has taken care of one federation, though we were on the other side of things, by destroying a federation. This time we are here to help bring one back from the ashes from how dark this place has become. WE extend our hands out to help fight against the ones that are trying to bring Pure Class Wrestling to its death. You all can add me and the LwO to the fight list, whenever you all feel like it. And always remember One Crossroad To Greatness, Will Separate Us From The Unworthy. A TODA MADRE….

Loco points the microphone towards the crowd and they finish his catchphrase ”O UN DIS MADRE!!!!” They begin to cheer as ”No Surrender” plays again and the LwO talk amongst themselves before exiting the ring and area.

PCW Trauma 189 Thursday, March 31st, 2016 Heavy Hitter Triple Threat Match Non Compos Mentis (North American ©) vs. Grimm vs. "The Adrenaline King" Justin Kaard (World ©) Referee: Charles Lim NCM crawls out of the corner and looks as if he is about to attempt a pin... when suddenly, Grimm! The Lord of Misrule intercepts NCM in spectacular fashion, executing what looks like a Shining Wizard and transitioning into the Triangle Choke! Jerry Andrews: Winding Stair! It's locked in tight, Grimm could have it here! Grimm locks the hold in as deep as he can and Referee Lim moves into position to ask Mentis for a submission. The Born Psycho puts all his effort into trying to find the ropes but this is No DQ rules and rope breaks do NOT count. The veteran soon realises this, but is it too late? Fading fast, NCM looks for a last ditch effort to escape and locks his hands, trying to put his power into lifting Grimm off the ground. It's too much though and the attempt fails. Mentis extends his arm, readies his pride for the shattering impact of tapping and then.... SHOOTING STAR SPLASH! Ace Anderson: Where the hell did Kaard come from! The Standing Shooting Star crushes Grimm's exposed chest and forces him to break the hold and roll to the outside of the ring. The Faithful are in full voice chanting rhythmically “THIS... IS... AWESOME!” as Kaard gets back to his feet and sets his sights on Mentis. The Adrenaline King pulls NCM to his feet and locks in the three-quarter facelock before throwing himself up into the air. He flies over NCM's head and brings up his knees for the Roll Back Driver... but NCM pushes out and sends Kaard face first into the mat! Before Kaard even knows what happened, Mentis instinctively hits the ropes and rebounds with reckless abandon, throwing all of his weight into a Roaring Elbow.... Jerry Andrews: Psychotic Break connects! Kaard has to be unconscious! ONE... TWO.. THREE!NO!WHAT!? Ace Anderson: GRIMM! At 2.9 Grimm's hand wraps around the leg of NCM and drags him all the way to the outside of the ring so that he is standing face-to-face with a visibly frustrated Lord of Misrule. The two share an intense staredown of a couple of second until Grimm mutters something the camera can barely pick up. Jerry Andrews: Did he just say “I need this.”? Before Ace Anderson can confirm or deny, NCM's confusion offers Grimm the opportunity to land a sudden, brutal headbutt and bounce NCM's face off the steel steps, leaving him in a pile on the floor. With NCM disposed of, Grimm climbs onto the apron and up to the top turnbuckle where the crowd are once again voicing their opinions at Grimm's actions. The Hangtown Horror doesn't care though as he throws himself off the top and drives his iron skull down into that of his already motionless nemesis! Ace Anderson: Whatever he said, Kaard won't be saying anything after that Sword of Heimdall! He's out cold! Jerry Andrews: He's not finished...! A twisted grin is on Grimm's face as he grabs Kaard by his head and drags his dead weight to his feet instead of taking the pinfall. With zeal he locks in his trademark Sleeper and drops like a ton of bricks, driving Kaard neck first into the mat with a horrifyingly unnecessary Lament Configuration! ONE... TWO... THREE!!! Winner: Grimm via Pinfall - Grimm pins Justin Kaard Ace Anderson: INCREDIBLE! An amazing match from three of Pure Class Wrestlings TOP competitors! The best of the best, right here for you TONIGHT!

As the show returns, we head right to some more classic Trauma clips.

PCW Trauma 131 Tuesday April 16th, 2013 North American Championship Match No Holds Barred MONROE © vs. “The Archangel” Gabriel Cross Referee: Tyrone Little MONROE now on the mat, Cross grabs both legs and drops a headbutt ... some would say a low blow, others may not ... to the ‘stomach’ of MONROE. Picking him up with a renewed effort, he hoists MONROE up and puts him back onto the mat with an inverted atomic drop. With MONROE down, Cross takes this opportunity ... to throw a fist into the air and pander to the crowd for a brief moment. Not letting MONROE get too much of a breather, Cross stomps on the solar plexus but it’s not enough to keep MONROE on the mat. SO, for good measure? Cross rakes the back as MONROE tries to get his feet back underneath him. MONROE turning into a hard headbutt from Cross, he staggers out from the corner and manages to catch a slightly sloppy boot to the gut. Cross caught with his hand in the cookie jar, proverbially, MONROE spins Cross around and is just a little slow on the uptake as Cross catches him with a spinebuster that ends any momentum that MONROE had built. A pinfall cover ... only a two count as MONROE forces his way out. Cross, as the aggressor, hops up quickly to argue the referee’s decision but to no avail. Now CROSS is the one tossing MONROE out of the ring, hoping to do a little more LASTING damage. A hard landing by MONROE and Cross is following him ... stalking him. Face first on the steel steps, followed by a heavy boot ... MONROE is reeling and Cross is relishing the chance to lay into the man who he feels wronged him at Mass Destruction III. Hoisting MONROE up, he drops him sternum first on the barricade and MONROE drops to his knees .... gasping for a full breath. Picking MONROE up, the offense continues to be piled on ... courtesy of an Irish whip into the barricade, sending a chair or two flying in separate directions. Cross figuring the damage to be done, he gathers up MONROE’s slowly fading presence and tosses him back into the ring. A pinfall attempt netting him only a two-count and MONROE, feeling the match slipping, kicks it into high gear ... a rush of adrenaline hits and MONROE is up like a rocket. Several kicks to Cross’ legs, a few to the midsection ... finally Cross drops to a kneeling position. MONROE bounces off the ropes and goes for a KENKA Kick but Cross is there! Catching the boot at his side, he turns and grabs MONROE by the head ... snapmare ... NO! SNAPMARE DRIVER! It’s the Burning Brand! MONROE hits the mat like a sack of wet diapers and goes prone, the torque on the neck absolutely unbelievable. A quick floatover ... 1 ... 2 ... ... 3!!! DING DING DING! Winner and NEW North American champion: Gabriel Cross via pinfall The reign of, quite arguably, the most dominant North American champion in PCW history... MONROE ... has come to an end. And the man who ended it, Gabriel Cross, celebrates in the ring with his newly won title as Tuesday night Trauma goes off the air.

PCW Trauma 197 Thursday August 25th, 2016 #1 Contendership for the PCW World Title No Holds Barred Singles Match "Mr. Showtime" Michael Wryght vs Murdoc Referee: Tyrone Little Jr. Jerry Andrews: He's going for another Spotlight! Ace Anderson: Dammit! No! Murdoc escaped before he could lock it in! Now it's Murdoc's turn for some much needed space as he leaves the ring to shake off the effects of the chemicals. However, the President doesn't feel very charitable, stalking his foe outside. A well-timed chop block drops the Monster back to the floor. Showtime collects the top tier of the stairs, struggling as he heaves them above his head with malicious intent in his eyes. Murdoc stammers upright on spaghetti legs as Wryght tries to drive the steel onto Murdoc's cranium, but the Beast blocks the move. Both men struggle for position with the furniture until Murdoc lunges forward, driving the crease of the steps onto Showtime's brow. Both he and the steps collapse to the ground with a metallic thud. Murdoc wastes no time, gathering his prey from the mat and hoisting him into the ring. He pulls the President to his feet, spins himself around and lamb bastes him with a doubled up fist. Jerry Andrews: Temporary Oblivion! Ace Anderson: No! It can't end this way! Little slides into position. ..1! ....2! ......3! Jerry Andrews: Murdoc has done it! He's the number one contender! Winner, and new number one contender for the PCW World Championship: Murdoc via pinfall Little goes to raise Murdoc's hand, but the Monster yanks it from his grasp with a threatening stare. Suddenly, as he's celebrating with his hands held high, a substance begins to rain on the ring. Little assists Showtime to the back, leaving a puzzled Murdoc wondering over the unusual precipitation. Ace Anderson: Is that glitter? Jerry Andrews: I believe it is. A still of Dan Fierce standing face to face with Murdoc flashes on the PCW-Tron. "You're not going to rid of me quite that easily, you oversized heavy metal gorilla." Another still of Dan Fierce getting the better of the man-monster in the middle of the ring as the ref hits the three count on one of their fate-filled matches pop up. "We have some unfinished business. And we have something in common, you and I." Yet another still of Fierce holding his own against the Unclean Beast at Return to Glory comes into view. "You like fire, and I'm a flamer. The funny thing about glitter. It can be made from nearly anything. Magnesium, for instance." Murdoc sees a flash, causing him to flee the ring just as all of the glitter raining down bursts into a pyrotechnic cloud. Jerry Andrews: Holy cow! The whole ring is on fire! "I'll be back when you least expect me, and when I do, I'm bringing all of hell with me!" As firemen and women rush the ring to douse the flames, Murdoc watches, a slight bit of laughter erupting from his gut. Ace Anderson: Murdoc's laughing. I think I want to go home now. Jerry Andrews: ....... Good night everyone.

PCW Trauma 71 Tuesday, February 27, 2007 Gauntlet For The Gold World Championship Match Participants (in order of entry): Grimm (c), “Heavy Metal” Jacob Roth, Jarrod Walls, Tyrone “Crazy Boy” Smith, Destiny Willard, Loco, and Lantlas Referee: Richard Stevens At this point, Grimm had outlasted five opponents for over twenty-five minutes, but his task was not going to become any easier, for out next was former PCW World Champion and current PCW Hall of Famer, Lantlas. Similar to Loco, Lantlas didn’t rush out to the ring, but unlike Loco, he didn’t take his time to get to the ring either. Once in the ring, the two former rivals stood eye-to-eye for a moment, but only a moment. Just then, Bob Diehard runs down the aisle, and slides into the ring. He’s about to attack Lantlas, but before he’s able to, Grimm pushes Lantlas out of the way and nails Bobby Diehard with a fist right to the face. Bobby falls to the mat and then rolls out of the ring. Lantlas, on his knees, looks at Grimm and nods at him in appreciation. Referee Richard Stevens then yells for Bob Diehard to get to the back, but Diehard refuses. At that time, five security guards come over and force Diehard to go towards the back, the fans cheering loudly. As Diehard is being carried to the back, the feed fades to commercial break. Following commercial break, we see Lantlas working on Grimm in the corner, mounting him and raining punches upon him. Nine in total, but before the tenth one, Grimm grabs Lantlas and does a Sit-Out Powerbomb on him from the top-rope. Grimm goes to pin, but Lantlas kicked-out at two. For the next few minutes, the two exchanged offenses, with neither coming out on top, but both of them putting on a dazzling display of wrestling ability. The fans stayed hot the entire time too, and were truly torn in deciding who to cheer for. But it was an accidental clothesline by Lantlas onto Referee Stevens, and it knocked the ref out at the forty-three minute and some odd seconds mark. And that was unfortunate for Lantlas, for he was able to nail The Elvish Tale a few moments later. At this time, Bob Diehard came rushing down to rushing down the aisle again, and this time he had a guitar with him. He slid into the ring and Lantlas, with his back turned towards him, received a guitar shot to the back of the head. He then left out of the ring, and Grimm stirred enough to pin Lantlas. The referee began to stir as well, and noticing the pin, began a slow, three-count. One…two…thre…NO! Lantlas was able to kick out by the skin of his teeth. Grimm, exhausted, slowly got off of Lantlas and got to his feet. The ref was able to pull himself up onto his feet as well. Grimm grabbed Lantlas, and then delivered The Harvest onto him, pinning him after they landed! But there’s no ref! As Grimm spun to do the maneuver, his leg hit Dick Stevens and he was down again! Grimm held the pin, and the fans counted the three-count for him, but that wasn’t going to win him the match. Just then, from out of the back, came running Referee Eddie Lane, and he slid into the ring. He began the three-count, but at three he stopped, grabbing his shoulder as if he sprained it. Grimm got up and was beginning to walk towards Eddie, but as he did, Lantlas reached up and put Grimm in a school-boy. Referee Eddie Lane’s shoulder seemed to have healed instantly, for he made a lightning fast three-count. Winner: Lantlas via pinfall As Lantlas is being handed the title, the feed cuts to the back, and we seen Skylar Marshall in his office standing in front of a television set, smiling profusely. He lets out a large chuckle and then says, “Now this is PCW.” The feed fades out from there.

Backstage, we once again are joined by Shane Dodge.

Shane Dodge: Ladies and gentlemen, I've been working all night to get you the name of the mystery competitor in tonight's main event. Now, I haven't seen him myself, but my sources are saying that several people have reported seeing former PCW World Champion Whitey Ford in and around the arena here tonight. Like I said, I haven't been able to track him down myself, but I am certainly working on it. This would obviously be a huge addition to tonight's main event. Stay tuned.

With that, Shane nods to the camera and the show cuts to commercial.

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to PCW Trauma's landmark 200th episode! I am Jerry Andrews and with my as always is Ace Anderson. This is a special extended edition of the show and we're spending the night looking back at some of the best and most memorable moments in PCW Trauma history!

Ace Anderson: I'm loving the "Throwback Thursday" feel of tonight's show, but I personally can't wait for that main event.

Jerry Andrews: It's certainly going to be something.

As Jerry and Ace are talking, a graphic comes up on the screen hyping tonight's huge ten-person tag team match.

COMING UP TONIGHT:

Ace Anderson: It's going to be something special, that's for sure.

Jerry Andrews: Of course, there are several questions heading into the match. First of all, how will these teams coexist? Second, apparently the new PCW World Champion Murdoc has left the arena. Will he even be participating in this match? And, three, who will the mystery partner be?

Ace Anderson: Let me tell you, even with all of those questions, this match will certainly deliver. Let me tell you that right now. It's going to be a match fitting of such a momentous episode of Trauma.

Jerry Andrews: And speaking of great episodes of Trauma, here are some more highlights from our first 199 shows!

PCW Trauma 165 Tuesday January 20, 2015 Six Person Tag Team Match The Black Hand (Sadistic, Grimm & "Mr. Showtime" Michael Wryght) vs. Derek Cosmos, Stacy Jones & Seth Archer Referee: Eddie Lane Showtime goes staggering forward, falling to a knee in the center of the ring, Derek sauntering forward and putting Showtime into a tight headlock! The crowd roars as the Showtime gets his legs square under him and surges to his feet, Derek hauled upwards while still clinging to a headlock, but a sharp trio of elbows to the stomach remedy that inconvenience. Derek releases but immediately lunges forward into a second tie up, and this time managing to force Showtime back! The wiry Seth quickly transitions the locked horns into a good ol’ headlock but is equally quickly pushed out into the ropes! On the rebound Sadistic goes for a shoulder block but Archer’s momentum forces him down to the mat instead. Turning to the ropes, Archer hits and rebounds, jumping over the body of a recovering Sadistic who jumps to his feet and attempts a hip toss! Archer deftly blocks and swings his free arm for a short-arm clothesline but Sadistic manages to duck and moves into a rear waist lock, muscles flexing as he hammers Sadistic down to the mat in a German suplex! The Cosmic Circus bursts into collective cheers with the crowd as Seth strikes his Bow & Archer pose, the cheers turning to cries of warning as Sadistic lashes out with one clawed hand and locks onto Seth’s ankle, yanking him down to the mat! Sadistic scrambles onto Seth, straddling him with his knees holding the newcomer’s arms down, raining mounted punches onto Seth’s head! With Seth nearly senseless on the mat, Sadistic jumps to his feet and lays a few kicks into Seth’s midsection, dropping to his knees to wrap Archer up in a pin! ...1! ...2! ... ...3!! Winners: The Black Hand via Pinfall (Billy Sadistic pins Seth Archer) @ 25:26 Jerry Andrews: The Black hand wins the match! Eddie Lane assists a pained-looking but upright Seth Archer to his feet as Johnny Cash's "God's Gonna Cut You Down" stomps out of the PCW loudspeakers, Stacy and Derek entering the ring to help their fellow Cosmopolitan out of the ring. Without warning, Grimm and Showtime each grab a member of the trio, hauling Stacy and Seth out of the ring - leaving Derek standing face to face with Sadistic! As Stacy and Seth battle it out with Grimm and Showtime outside the ring, Derek offers a smile and “whaddaya gonna do?” shrug to Sadistic, extending an arm out for a handshake - Sadistic knocking the offered limb aside and leveling a savage punch directly into Derek’s face! Stacy and Seth are back-to-back and up against the barrier as Derek does his best to fight Sadistic off, the crowd going mental as Grimm and Showtime shove the Spanish announcers out of the way and snap their metal folding chairs up! Stacy ducks the first wild swing from Showtime, getting nailed with the second and dropping to the floor as Seth catches a sharp blow from Grimm on the underside of his chin, the impact of the chair snapping his head back on his neck seconds before he collapses atop Stacy’s fallen body! Jerry Andrews: Come on! The match is over! The crowd booing such unsportsmanlike conduct, their jeers and shouts only gain volume at the spectacle in the ring, Sadistic absolutely BRUTALIZING a rapidly fatiguing Derek Cosmos! The wily Sadistic manages to get the wriggling Derek into a hold, whipping him around in the savage, brutal, Sadistic DDT! Grimm and Showtime re-enter the ring as Sadistic gets to his feet, Cosmos barely stirring on the mat. Sadistic looks down with a cruel smirk, raising his boot and SMASHING Derek’s face in with a crushing curbstomp! The cameras just barely catch something tiny and white go plinking across the ring as blood begins to pour from Derek’s mouth, medical techs and security pouring in from the back. Stacy Jones and Seth Archer are still out cold as all three members of the Black Hand loom tall and dark in the ring, staring down at Derek Cosmos’ battered form. Jerry Andrews: Okay, get these guys out of here! Ace Anderson: Security is here now. PCW security start to approach the ring. The Black Hand remains in the ring, standing over the fallen Derek Cosmos. The crowd is loudly booing the three as Cosmos struggles to get back to his feet despite everything he has been through tonight. As security approaches the ring, the members of the Black Hand nod at one another and they start to leave the ring. Suddenly, there's chaos in the entrance way. Several security guards turn their attention towards the commotion and Whitey Ford is seen walking down to the ring! Jerry Andrews: Oh man... Whitey Ford is headed straight for the ring! Ace Anderson: Wow. This is going to be an explosion! Security steps in front of Whitey Ford and, with a show of force, the security team works to keep the Black Hand and Whitey Ford separated. Ford struggles to get through security while the members of the Black Hand are pushed back by the guards. Ace Anderson: Whitey Ford trying to get to the Black Hand! The Black Hand is standing their ground! Security is standing between them! Jerry Andrews: Well, they're keeping order. That's technically what they're supposed to do! Ace Anderson: But I wanted to see a fight! Jerry Andrews: I know you did, Ace. Ford scrambles through the guards making it to the ring, but he's jumped by several other members of the security team before he can get any farther. Meanwhile, the Black Hand is forcibly removed from the ring on the other side. Security keeps pushing the Black Hand back and eventually they force them over the guardrail and into the crowd where they're met by other security guards who drag them away from the scene. Jerry Andrews: It's taking the entire security staff to remove the Black Hand from the ring. Ace Anderson: And.... Whitey Ford got free! Ford shoves a security guard out of the way and he sprints towards the ropes in a desperate attempt to chase after the Black Hand. A security guard grabs him from behind. Ford turns around and slugs the guard in the face, knocking him down. Meanwhile, Derek Cosmos is finally pulling himself back up to his feet. He shakes his head and stumbles forward, disoriented, right as Whitey Ford knocks another security guard down. Ford shoves another security guard down. He drops another with a right hand. He then swings wildly and connects with the head of Derek Cosmos, knocking him down to the mat! Jerry Andrews: Ford just slugged Cosmos! Ace Anderson: But... he was aiming for a security guard! Jerry Andrews: Was he? Ford swings at another guard, but finally the numbers overwhelm him and security gets control. Whitey Ford continues to struggle with the guards until... - CLICK -

As Trauma returns, we are once again backstage with Shane Dodge.

Shane Dodge: Ladies and gentlemen, I have just received word that Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith was seen by one of my sources entering Nathan Saniti's locker room just moments ago. Obviously this could have huge implications regarding tonight's main event. Is Crazy Boy the mystery partner? I will stay on top of this developing story and update you as soon as I have more information.

The shot then returns to announce desk.

Jerry Andrews: Shane Dodge working hard all night to figure out who the mystery partner will be.

Ace Anderson: I wish they'd just tell us already! I can't take waiting!

Jerry Andrews: Well, it looks like we'll have to keep waiting, at least a little longer. Now folks, as you know, it's October 20th and that means that this is the final Trauma before Halloween. Now, typically, we put together a fun and scary Halloween episode around this time but, since this is a very special night and the 200th episode of Trauma, we've switched up the format a bit. However, since we're looking back at the best moments in Trauma history, it makes sense for us to show some of the best Halloween moments!

Ace Anderson: YES!

Jerry Andrews: Enjoy!

PCW Trauma 163 Tuesday November 11th, 2014 The moon is bright and full above a deserted road in the middle of God-knows-where as the sound of two sets of footsteps approach. Two lovely female figures stroll into view, scantily clad, of course. One of the women is Stacy Jones. The other is Kelli Starr. Odd that they're dressed in such a manner. Odder that they're in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night. Hey, this doesn't need to make sense. “Between Andy D and Michael Soloman?” replies Kelli Starr. They must be in mid-conversation. “Yeah.” “Well, are we talking about length, or...?” Before that thought can be finished, both women are disturbed by a noise from behind them. Stacy takes a reluctant glance over her shoulder. Better make that several noises. Kelli follows suit, and in an instant both gals are running for their lives down the road. Moments later, a horde of beasts, ghouls, and demons are on their trail and thirsty for blood! Jones and Starr begin to slow as they come upon a large, hand-carved wooden sign. It reads: NOW ENTERING HANGTOWN And right below, another word has been scrawled jaggedly into the wood. RUN!!! Stacy has second thoughts. “I'm not going in there.” “Come on,” Kelli says, grabbing her by the arm. “Trust me.” The distressed damsels hurry into the mythical town with the monsters licking at their heels. Running into town square, the giant Hanging Tree rising up out of the earth as their backdrop, the pair turns on their assailants. Just then, the townsfolk begin to emerge from their scanty shanties. And the horde is upon them! The faces – and masks – are very familiar, indeed. A chainsaw fires up and that's when all of the screaming and fun begins! Leatherface uses his giant chainsaw to artfully saw a pair of citizens in half while Michael Myers and Jason Voorhees go after the people with kitchen knife and machete, respectfully. Dracula, Freddy Krueger, and Chucky the Good Guy Doll...they've all come to kill on Halloween. But Stacy Jones doesn't look worried. “You're all in BIG trouble,” quips Miss Jones. For the witching hour is upon us! The clock strikes midnight and now the REAL monsters are coming out to play! Frankenstein's Monster closes in on a poor, frightened woman, but fear not! Derek Cosmos is here! In a flash, Cosmos swoops in for the save wearing a cape and still sporting that black eye. But just before he can reach the monster, he trips and falls flat on his face. The hero has quickly become the victim. Looking up, he spits dirt out of his mouth. “Hi, I'm Derek Cosmos?” Frankenstein smiles with glee...until he's smacked upside the head with a baseball bat courtesy a hoodie-wearing Rick Majors! There's plenty more where that came from! Majors goes to town on the poor creature, hitting home run after home run with the monster's head. Derek lets out a sigh of relief. Jason Voorhees and his machete are on the rampage cutting down men and women like thick Vietnamese foliage. Voorhees rounds the corner store, and the murderer comes face to face with the Bear! Cory Steel stands eye-to-eye with the demon, his bear skin draped over his shoulders. “Hey...nice mask,” Cory compliments. Jason doesn't have time for compliments and he swings his weapon. Steel grabs Jason's wrist in mid-swing, then reaches up with his free hand and grabs his hockey mask while jamming a thumb in the eye hole. Using his other hand, he reaches up, snaps Jason's neck, and rips the mask off in one fluid motion. “Thanks.” The fearsome mummy shuffles through town looking for another victim when he comes across Aura. With a grunt, the mummy goes straight for her with arms outstretched. Aura dodges, lays in a few body shots, and then grabs onto a loose piece of bandage. Pulling with all her might, she begins to unravel the mummy. The mummy is spun clumsily in circles as Aura completely unravels the preserved body. Stepping up to its dizzy body, Aura grabs hold of the monster and plants it with the Goodnight Kiss. Somewhere by the Rowdy Dwarf, “Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght and Justin “Stormm” Michaels are headed to the town square when they're set upon by a mess of hungry zombies. Wryght glances at the zombies, then at Stormm. “Wow, really?” With a nod, Showtime produces a lead pipe and Justin pulls of his North American Championship to wield as a weapon. In a matter of thirty seconds, zombie faces have been smashed and zombie heads have been beaten in. Two dozen battered zombie bodies are scattered about as Wryght and Michaels are covered in blood and guts. They both look at the camera and grin. Out in a nearby cornfield, one of the scarecrows jerks to life. Right out of Jeepers Creepers, the Creeper, disguised as a scarecrow, raises his nose to the sky and inhales deeply. Death is in the air and it's time to feast! Jumping off his stand, the Creeper plows through the cornrows headed straight for Hangtown. One plot down, the other scarecrow's head jerks to life. Raising its nose to the air, it inhales deeply. Flinging off his hat, Phinehas Grimm flies off his perch and sprints through the corn. Moments later, Grimm is upon the Creeper and a tornado of dust, ears of corn, and body parts creates quite the conniption in the field. In a matter of moments, all is silent and the Creeper has been scattered into little tiny pieces. Grimm appears neither happy nor angry as he looks at his handiwork. “Idiot.” Somewhere in town, Hannibal Lecter stalks a young, shrieking woman. “Clarice. Come to me, Clarice,” invites the cannibal. “I'll eat your liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti.” He creepily sucks air through his teeth as he leans forward to dine on his victim. Billy Sadistic pops up right behind Hannibal. “Mmmm...that sounds good. I'll have that,” says Billy. “But hold the fava beans, please.” Lecter is startled and he slowly turns. Sadistic does not hesitate. He's hungry. He sinks his fangs into Hannibal's face and let the screams begin! Nom, nom, nom! Chucky the Good Guy Doll runs through the fracas with a ball peen hammer busting kneecaps and cracking shinbones. Then he finds Kelli Starr and Stacy Jones. And Andy D. Kelli, trying to open a tough sack of Sour Patch Kids, follows Stacy into a nearby home in search of something sharp to get to her treats. Andy is left with Chucky. “Hey, Andy,” sneers the doll, ”let's play a game. It's called Hide the Soul.” Andy D's eyes grow wide with excitement! “Hey,” he exclaims. “A Phinehas Grimm Wrestling Buddy! No way!” With all the care of a six-year-old, he scoops up the Chucky doll and begins slamming it all about. Snap suplex! DDT! Running STO! The Dragon's Bite finishes off the little fella as blood spills from multiple wounds. “Man, I forgot how awesome those were.” Inside the nearby house, Kelli and Stacy search for a knife, scissors, or something sharp. Stacy is in the bathroom rummaging through drawers when she peers into the mirror. “Hey, Candygirl,” hollers Stacy, “does that Candyman myth really work?” Silence. Stacy shrugs and looks into the mirror. “Candyman. Candyman. Candyman. Candyman. Candyman.” In an instant, bees are buzzing around and the mythical Candyman stands behind her with hook ready to strike. Kelli barges into the bathroom, startling both Candyman and Stacy. She still hasn't found anything to open her bag of candies. Spotting Candyman's hook, she excitedly rips it from his bloody stump and uses it to open her Sour Patch Kids. Candyman grasps at his bloody appendage as his bees turn on him, stinging him repeatedly. Starr pops of few sour gummies into her mouth and offers some to Jones. Both gals leave the house snacking on sour sweets. In an upstairs room of the house, Eira sits in a chair with her injured leg propped up and she's watching television. Suddenly, the set begins to flicker and the horror classic she was enjoying is suddenly replaced with a black and white shot of a stone well. Suddenly, a young girl with long, black hair climbs from the well and crawls on all fours towards the television screen. Eira is clearly annoyed. “Oh, God. Really?” Young Samara Moran horrifically begins crawling through the TV screen headed straight for Eira. Halfway out of the television set, Eira picks up the remote control and turns off the TV. Samara is sheered in half! Her upper body falls to the floor while her legs are trapped in the television set. Gazing at Samara's upper torso with disgust, she turns her attention to the festivities taking place outside. Michael Myers, Dracula, and Leatherface are still running around committing atrocious acts. At the house across the way, Gem stands at the kitchen window and she's just answered a phone call. “Hello?” “Do you like scary movies?” inquires an electronically masked voice on the other end. “No, not really,” answers an agitated Gem. “Actually, I find them rather stupid and pathetic. They're really not scary at all.” Clearly annoyed with Gem's lack of horror movie respect, the voice retorts, “Is that so?! Well...why don't you look out on your back porch?!” Gem obliges and turns on the porch light. Standing on the back deck is the Ghostface Killer holding a large kitchen knife! Gem invitingly opens the back door. The killer charges, but LoKi meets him halfway with a steel chair blast to the face! Without a word, Gem and LoKi yank Ghostface off the ground and hurl him through the back window! Shards of glass slice and dice the killer as LoKi and Gem share a high-five! Michael Soloman walks through town square minding his own business when Count Dracula confronts him. Blood drips from the corners of the vampire's mouth as he looks down upon his prey. “I vant to suck you blood,” states the blood-thirsty bloodsucker. As Dracula leans in to bite Soloman's neck, Michael doesn't hesitate to hit an uppercut! “No, you don't,” counters Soloman. Grabbing a stunned Dracula, he plants him with the Double Cross! “And I don't have time for this Twilight shit.” Leaving Dracula face down in the dirt, Soloman continues on minding his own business. In a nearby alley, Alexa Black, Frazier Knight, and Samson Cage fiddle with some sort of contraption. Knight is the lucky one to solve the little, golden puzzle cube. The Lament Configuration is energized with electricity and moments later Hellraiser's Pinhead appears. Chains with sharp hooks dangle from the alley walls as he approaches the Trio of Terror. In a display of power, Pinhead raises his arms and the chains begin whipping around. Clearly unimpressed, Alexa motions her men forward and the three promptly throw a beatdown on the sadistic killer. After suffering a severe stomping, Alexa hefts him onto her shoulders and plants Pinhead on his pinhead with the Black Widow, driving the pins deep into the villains brain! Not satisfied, the trio continue stomping on him until their boots are covered in brains! Back in the street, Tha Joka skips along without a care in the world. But something grabs his attention. “Psst. Hey, kid,” offers a voice from the sewer drain, “don't you want a balloon?” Joka stops in mid-skip and peers down into the storm drain. “Do they float?” Tha Joka asks mockingly. “Oh, yes,” responds Pennywise the Clown. “They float. They ALL float down here! And you will, too!” As Joka reaches down for the balloon, Pennywise latches onto Joka's wrist to pull him under. Joka has other plans as he reverses grip and instead pulls the dancing clown from the sewer and up into the street. Joka pulls him close and licks the clown's cheek before kicking him in the bawls! Lifting the killer clown into the air, Joka plants him into the ground with the Sadist Slam, effectively breaking his back! Shooting a snot rocket on the crippled clown, the REAL clown continues on his merry way. As Michael Myers and Leatherface continue their onslaught, Freddy Krueger appears in a whirling dervish of smoke and mirrors! He lets out a cackle as he moves to join in the fun. A burst of smoke stops him in his tracks as Nathan Saniti appears from the madness. His smartly-priced hat is clearly superior to Freddy's fedora. “Clever parlor trick, my good sir,” observes Saniti, obviously unimpressed. “How about this one?” Nathan produces a small, rectangular mirror. With a flash of the hands, Nathan stretches the mirror horizontally and vertically until it is a full-height mirror. He turns it on Freddy. Krueger gazes at his reflection and lets out a sarcastic laugh. In his reflection, the fedora, striped sweater, and claws have been replaced with a pink dress and matching bow for his head. “Clever parlor trick, punk,” growls Freddy. “Now come 'ere.” Except Saniti finds himself facing not only Freddy, but Michael Myers and Leatherface, as well. Preparing himself for the worst, he's pleasantly surprised to hear... “Yippee Ki Yay!” The battle cry comes from the top of the Hanging Tree and out flies a figure! Down it soars before landing square on the top of Myers' head, crushing him in a heap! “Crazy Boy” Tyrone Smith rolls off to the side from the impact. Michael Myers slowly reaches for his knife, but Crazy Boy is on him in an instant pummeling him into oblivion! Leatherface is not to be deterred as he rears back with his chainsaw to strike the killing blow on Saniti! A thick chain whips into view and wraps around the blade of the saw, snapping the chain! Shocked, Leatherface spins around and comes mask to mask with a pissed off Murdoc! The chainsaw murderer strikes Murdoc with a right hand, but his head doesn't even so much as budge. Grabbing Leatherface by the shirt, Murdoc connects with a sickening metallic headbutt that crushes the killer's face! Leatherface crumbles to his knees clutching his face. Murdoc simply chuckles at Leatherface's stupid, stupid mask. No protection. What a dummy. And with the monster army completely decimated, Freddy Krueger cuts his losses and takes the advice of the Hangtown welcoming sign...he RUNS! The PCW stars mob the town square, surrounded by dead monsters, blood, and entrails as Mr. Krueger hustles out of harm's way. On his way out of town, he passes by PCW World Champion Whitey Ford. Ford watches him scurry off into the distance before looking directly into the camera. “Welcome to a very special All Hallow's Eve edition of Tuesday Night Trauma,” says a very rehearsed Whitey Ford. “We are Pure Class Wrestling. Do NOT fuck with us!” “Ahem!” comes a voice from off camera. Clearly unhappy with his line, he redoes that last bit. “We are Pure Class Wrestling. Where wrestling has class!” He caps it off with an annoyed fake smile. “All right, that's a wrap,” declares PCW President Frank Foley from just off screen. As the scene comes to an end, Ford suddenly develops an itch. He begins scratching at his face feverishly. Something has consumed the World Champion! Right before your very eyes, whiskers begin to sprout from Whitey's face! His nose grows into a snout! Fur begins to sprout from all over his body and his eyes glow an eerie yellow! Turning his head to the moon, he lets out an ear-splitting howl! The PCW wrestlers in the town square mimic the howling as the scene goes completely black.

PCW Trauma 163 Tuesday November 11th, 2014 Triple Threat Match Whitey Ford (World ©) vs Michael “Mr. Showtime” Wryght vs Andy D. Referee: Zombie Referee The match really starts to heat up with some back and forth action between two great PCW mainstays. Showtime connects with a hangman's neckbreaker and a slingshot suplex, but Andy is able to land a tornado DDT and a running STO that scores him a nearfall. And that's when the Asshole saunters out from the back to a chorus of boos. With the World Championship around his waist and a cocky smirk on his face, he must be fashionably late. Hey, the Champ wrestles when the Champ wants to, okay? Andy and Wryght continue to go at it in the ring as Whitey takes his sweet ass time walking down the aisle... ...and suddenly the crowd is going BANANA! Whitey is confused, and rightfully so. But it all quickly makes sense as he turns to find the ENTIRE PCW roster pouring out from the backstage area. In the blink of an eye, the World Champion has been surrounded halfway to the ring. Ford's jaw drops as he finds himself grossly outgunned and outnumbered. Inside the ring, Andy D plants Wryght with a springboard Blockbuster! 1...2...kickout! So close! With the camera trained on the pin attempt in the ring, it's unclear who threw the first punch, but an all out brawl has erupted along the ringside area! Every PCW grappler wants a piece of Ford! Just when he thinks he's escaped, he runs into a new set of fists! Old feuds reignite as Alexa Black finds Cory Steel in the fracas. Joka has singled out Gem, and a coincidental bump between Stormm and LoKi has turned into a scuffle. Saniti gives Sadistic the whatfor...until he's tackled from behind by Grimm! Stacy Jones is taking Derek Cosmos to task! Soloman, Aura, Crazy Boy! It's a who's who of the PCW locker room! And they're all over the place! Saniti is able to roll into the ring as the Hangtown Horrors follow! Andy is ready to finish Showtime off with the Dragon's Bite when he notices the Dillingers advancing on Nathan Saniti. Without warning, Andy drills Grimm with a running forearm that knocks him through the ropes! Taking advantage of Sadistic's surprise, Saniti grabs him by the head and begins shaking violently. Shaken Baby Syndrome! He continues to shake him before throwing him through the ropes! With both Dillingers outside the ring, Saniti sizes them up and takes flight. Nathan connects with a twisting splash and all three men are down. And Showtime grabs a distracted Andy from behind out of nowhere and drops him with the Sweetness! Wryght with the cover, and the zombie falls into position. 1...2...3! Winner: Michael Wryght via Pinfall But wait, there's more! The bell rings and the match has concluded, but Trauma isn't over yet! The brawl has only escalated on the outside of the ring. Whitey's shirt has been ripped right off his back and he's hanging onto his championship for dear life. Crazy Boy has managed to find his way atop one of the turnbuckles and he dives off, wiping out a handful of wrestlers. Thinking better of it, Grimm and Sadistic have retreated to the confines of the ring. The Black Hand - Grimm, Sadistic, and Showtime - stand over the body of Andy D, contemplating their next move. BOOM! Flames explode from the top of the ramp as Murdoc stomps out from the back with one clear objective in mind: Destroy the Black Hand. Making his way down the ramp, he tries to claw his way through the mass of humanity with deadly intentions on the brain. The Black Hand watches on as Murdoc inches through the crowd with a hand outstretched, fingers curled as he reaches for the ring. Grimm and Showtime stand firm, but Sadistic looks visibly worried. Murdoc has reached the ring! And that's all the time we've got tonight! We'll see you at Deadly Intentions!

PCW Trauma 181 Tuesday November 3rd, 2015 Underground Rules Match Bubba Reece vs Hiroshi Yukio Referee: Zombie Referee Hiroshi leaves a downed Reese in the middle of the ring as he slides out, checking out the hay bale pumpkin patch. Yukio picks up the largest pumpkin there, one that looks like it weighs easily 100 pounds, and stomps up the stairs into the ring. Jerry Andrews: This doesn't look good. Ace Anderson: No! Leave the pumpkin alone! It didn't hurt anyone! Yukio presses the gigantic squash over his head, aiming for Bubba as he lay prone. NO! Bubba scoots out of the way just in time for the gourd to disintegrate right where he was laying only moments before! Bubba regroups outside the ring, looking around for a weapon of his own. Ace Anderson: OH! The humanity! Pumpkin guts everywhere! Bubba's eyes lock on a pitchfork stuck in one of the bales of hay. He yanks it free sliding back into the ring, implement in hand. He jams the forks down at the bare feet of the Sumo, causing the man-mountain to retreat to keep his digits from being impaled. Reese thrusts the weapon again. This time Yukio steps back a bit too far and onto the slippery pumpkin innards. Hiroshi slides, but hasn't quite lost his footing yet. Bubba encourages gravity to do its job by smacking Yukio over the noggin with the handle. Jerry Andrews: Pumpkin tsunami! As Yukio crashes to the mat, squash goes in every direction. Bubba, a sadistic (not Sadistic) smile on his face, grabs a fistful of the innards, shoving them into Hiroshi's face and mouth before going for a cover. The Zombie Ref, rather quick for the undead, only gets a two count before Yukio launches Reese off of him. Reese takes this as a cue to get another weapon. This time he snags a bale of hay. Calculating his opponent as he rises, Bubba scales the turnbuckles behind his foe with the bale high above his head. Hiroshi turns around as Bubba come off his perch to deliver his surprise. The bale shatters, dried grass exploding everywhere. Once again, Yukio falls victim to gravity. Bubba doesn't exactly stick the landing with the slick vegetation on the mat, crumpling onto his knee. Hard. Reese gets back upright before Yukio can turtle himself from off his back, but that landing took a toll. He limps to a corner to get another high attack in. Hiroshi staggers to his feet once again, only to be greeted by a double axe handle from the second turnbuckle. Yukio stumbles back, but rather than falling, he spins, thrusting a foot out and catching Bubba on the temple. Bubble crumbles like a house of cards, giving the Sumo ample time to get outside and collect a table from under the ring. He shoves the furniture under the bottom rope, following it in as fast as his girth can allow. He sets the legs and rights the top. Taking just a bit too much time to get to the other side to gather his opponent, Bubba plays possum long enough to allow Hiroshi to pull him to his unstable (but no (un)Stable) feet. Reese hits with a few good chops to the chest of the hulking human, but gets his answer in a belly-to-back suplex right through the table. Yukio and Reese are both out cold! The Zombie starts to count. 1! 2!! 3!!! 4!!!! 5! Ace Anderson: Neither man is moving! 6!! 7!!! Jerry Andrews: Looks like Bubba's stirring. Ace Anderson: So is Yukio! 8!! 9! 10! Zombie calls for the bell! Winner: No Contest. The crowd boos loudly. Jerry Andrews: The Faithful wanted to see this one continue! Ace Anderson: I don't blame them! What a match this was between these two big men! Suddenly the lights go out. Jerry Andrews: Now what!? The opening notes of "Thriller" immediately cheer up the crowd. Suddenly, the arena is filled with light... and zombies! A horde of zombies shuffles their way to the ring, joining Zombie Referee. After a few moments of typical zombie moaning, the horde starts to dance! Jerry Andrews: It's a zombie dance party! Ace Anderson: Where are Yukio and Bubba!? What's going on!? Jerry Andrews: It doesn't matter! Zombie Dance Party! Ace Anderson: What is....!? Jerry Andrews: ZOMBIE DANCE PARTY! Ace Anderson: Yeah, but... Jerry Andrews: ZOMBIE. DANCE. PARTY. The "Thriller" zombie dance party continues as Trauma goes to commercial.

PCW Trauma 181 Tuesday November 3rd, 2015 Non-Title Tag Team Match Psychedelica [Nathan Saniti & "Dollface" Kelli Starr] (Tag Team ©) vs Sadistic (World ©) & "Mr. Showtime" Michael Wryght (International ©) Referee: Pumpkinhead Referee Saniti finally manages a vertical base, only to be met with a drop kick from Sadistic, sending Nathan to his own corner. With the dexterity of a pickpocket, Saniti gathers some of the hatpins from his hat, slinging them with the skill of a knife thrower at his opponents, burying them in Sadistic's surgically repaired knee and each Wryght's shoulders. The fans jeer Saniti's actions. Loudly. Ace Anderson: Oh, it's okay for Showtime to use a ladder, but the fans don't like Saniti's hatpins? Jerry Andrews: It's a no DQ match. Anything can happen, whether the fans like it or not. Meanwhile, outside the ring, Sadistic removes the pins from his knee with a grimace. He doesn't see Kelli coming up behind him, stalking him like a cat on the prowl. She lunges forward, chop blocking Sadistic in his bad pin cushion. Without wasting time, she begins stomping the daylights out of him. Soon enough, techno music begins and she times her cascade of kickery to the beat. Back inside, Wryght yanks the offending objects from his shoulders just as Saniti spears him to the mat, pummeling him with fists. Saniti screams in Showtime's face, "You wish to be a martyr? Then I'll MAKE you one!" Saniti plunges a large hatpin through Wryght's right hand and into the mat. Showtime bellows in agony. Before Nathan can get to the other hand, he's pulled off by Kelli. Jerry Andrews: What's Kelli Starr doing? Ace Anderson: Maybe she still has a soft spot for Showtime. Nathan glowers at Kelli, but she deflects it by telling him to guard her while she tries to climb the ladder again. Delaying his reaction, he nods in agreement. Kelli begins ascending, but Sadistic is back in the ring. Nathan lunges and is thrown between the ropes and onto the ground for his attempt. Sadistic shoves the ladder, once again reacquainting Dollface with gravity, this time her neck catches on the top rope on the way down. Outside the ring, it's Saniti's turn to search for something. He produces a table just in time to witness his beloved go throat first onto the ropes. Seeing red, Nathan slides himself and the piece of furniture into the ring. Kicking Sadistic in the midsection, Nathan spins his adversary into position. Jerry Andrews: UNREALITY CHECK ONTO THE FOLDED TABLE! Ace Anderson: I think Sadistic is going to take a nap now. Saniti sets the ladder in the center ring before kicking Dillinger off of the table so he can unfold the legs and set it up as well. Ace Anderson: What's that maniac got in mind? Nathan climbs the ladder, but waits at the top rather than reaching for the prize. Finally, Wryght gets the pin out of his hand and begins climbing the rungs as well. He and Saniti slug it out at the top, but Nathan slams a fist into Showtime's hand. Saniti lands a couple more blows to the injury as a prelude to climbing over the ladder to put Wryght's head between his legs. Jerry Andrews: He's not... Is he setting Showtime up for a power bomb? Ace Anderson: Sure looks that way. Nathan locks it in as both men come crashing through the table. Pumpkinhead stalks over to survey the damage then suddenly calls for the bell. Ace Anderson: What just happened? Jerry motions to the now vacant hook above the ring and the litter of candy among the bodies. Jerry Andrews: Showtime must have gotten his hands on the pail during that move! Pumpkinhead reaches down, raising Michael Wryght's hand in victory. Winners: Billy Sadistic and "Mr. Showtime" Michael Wryght @ 22:00 Jerry Andrews: Holy cow! What a match! Ace Anderson: I don't think it's over yet! Lime green smoke begins engulfing Saniti as he staggers to his feet. As it climbs his body, his face begins twisting and contorting, his battered body twitching uncontrollably. Kelli rushes into the ring to try and get close, but the smoke is too thick as it encases him. Mere seconds pass and the smoke dissipates, but the man standing in Nathan's place barely resembles him. The facial features are similar in build and complexion, but the untamable orange hair is now replaced with coal black lock with a white streak in them. His horribly unmatched garb is a stylish Victorian era, still gentlemanly, yet bleak and morose. His normal unhinged look is now replaced with pure, unadulterated maliciousness. Kelli looks on, as dumbstruck as the audience. Nathan sneers at her as he saunters over to Showtime, kicking candy and table debris alike out of his path. He studies Showtime with the malice of Hannibal Lechter. He bends down and whispers something in his opponent's ear before asking for a microphone. Nathan Saniti: So these are your heroes now? These... men who have run roughshod over PCW for over a year are now the ones you cheer whilst I... I am vilified for stooping to their level? You all dare to turn your backs on me? The (un)Stable turns their backs on me? He turns his venomous attention to Dollface. Nathan Saniti: What of you, my dear? Do you plan on turning your back on me too? I'm afraid that would make me very violent. Very violent, indeed. Nathan drops the mic and returns to the fallen Showtime. He flips Wryght over and sets him in the Cheshire Grin. Finally, security rushes the ring to peel Saniti from his victim. It takes them a few seconds, but by the time they do, the damage has been done. Nathan pops his neck, picking up the mic once again. Nathan Saniti: Oh, this world shall burn, Black Hand. I am the stuff of nightmares, and PCW shall experience my wrath! The wrath of N. Saniti.

PCW Trauma 146 Tuesday December 24, 2013 Non-Title Singles Match Non Compos Mentis vs Andy D. (World Champion) Referee: Nolan Burke Andy going for the second pinfall attempt, NCM powers out and is on red alert.  The speed advantage of Andy D enough to make ANYone's head spin, NCM has to figure out a way to ground the rip-roaring Andy D.  As Andy D picks NCM up, NCM snaps off a vicious low blow that brings Andy down to HIS level.  The ref warning NCM for his illegal tactics, NCM shrugs it away and begins to pick up the pieces.  For the next several minutes, it's NCM working Andy D over.  Andy fighting every step of the way, he can't seem to get the upperhand.   Finally, a mistake by NCM and Andy takes the golden opportunity to nail a huge blockbuster from the second rope.  Andy goes for the pinfall, but NCM powers out at the absolute last second ... leaving everyone in attendance stunned.  As NCM struggles to make it to his feet, Andy rushes the kneeling NCM for a Dragon's Bite!  But NCM, as down and out as he is ... manages to move to the side and pull the lead foot out from underneath Andy D!  As Andy D drops to a sitting position, NCM spins in place and absolutely levels Andy with a roaring elbow!   NCM dropping for the pinfall attempt, it's the out of nowhere attack that leaves Andy flat on his back for the 3 count ... and the NCM victory. Winner: NCM As Non Compos Mentis stands over the fallen Andy D, the sounds of Rob Zombie are replaced with the harsh, jagged sounds of Trent Reznor. Don’t open your eyes, you won’t like what you see .... The song can only mean one thing: The Untouchables are on the warpath. But what do they have in mind?! As the pair of Eira and Murdoc begin to make their way to the ring, NCM rolls out to the floor and begins to make his retreat through the crowd. Having a match with the World Champion and coming away with a victory is MORE than enough for the Born Psycho; no need to add a numbers-game beating. As Eira and Murdoc begin to enter the ring ... ‘STOP! STOP! I’VE HAD ENOUGH!’ Skylar Marshall’s angered and unusually furious voice rings out over the PA system. Storming out from the back, Skylar is hopping mad, going so far as to throw down his suit jacket for emphasis. ‘You two want to play your little games,?! This is MY company, MINE! And I’ll be damned if I let you two destroy it, destroy all I’ve worked for! You’ve brought nothing but madness and chaos to the PCW and I will not have it any longer!’ Skylar is FUMING as he begins to pace on the stage. ‘You’ve brought your infection, your viral influence into MY LOCKER ROOM! Nearly EVERY MATCH HERE TONIGHT has broken down into a brawl! I’m going to teach you both a lesson. I’m going to teach ALL of the roster a lesson, for going along with it ... for taking the Law into their own hands. I AM THE LAW! And PCW, YOU’RE .... FIRED!’ The crowd is stunned as he points to the PCWtron. Slowly, one by one ... each member of the roster is brought up wherever they may happen to be in the backstage area. ‘ANDY D! You’re fired! I own that belt! GRIMM! YOU’RE FIRED! Nathan Saniti ... Rick Majors ... Crazy Boy, the Freebooters, Arica Lewitt ... ALL OF YOU ARE FIRED! EVERY LAST SUPERSTAR BACK THERE IS FIRED!’ Skylar’s voice is raspy, hoarse from the anger that is coursing through his veins. ‘ ... And YOU TWO. Eira and Murdoc. You want to bring this company to its’ knees? No one can do that without MY SAY-SO. It’s MY COMPANY! If anyone will bring this place down, it’s ME! So you’re not fired. You’re not going ANYWHERE. You want the spotlight? You want all the attention on you? You want to rain blood from the skies? Do it against each other at the Iceys! As the sole current members of PCW, you’ll have the chance to quench your bloodthirst. And I hope you DROWN in it. SEASONS’ BEATINGS, Untouchables.’

PCW Trauma 147 Tuesday December 31, 2013 Singles Match Eira vs. Murdoc Referee: AJ Bennett In a flash, Murdoc grabs Eira’s wrists and literally FLIPS her over him ... landing her in a seated position in front of her. Surprise on her face, Murdoc captures her arms in full nelson position and stands to his feet. Dragging Eira along with him, he holds her there and begins shaking and flailing her body all around ... straining the muscles in her shoulders and neck. Eira’s legs kicking wildly, she manages to slip out and downwards from the hold. Landing on her backside, she rolls back and grabs Murdoc’s legs behind the knees. A quick strike and the big man’s legs buckle for the barest of moments ... more than enough to allow Eira to pull him forward and face-first to the mat. Rolling with him, she is on top now with his legs in her grasp ... rolling through and finally coming to rest in a Boston Crab position. Leaning back and deepening the hold, the crowd’s boos and jeers are absolutely deafening. Murdoc is just about to reach the ropes when ... 'YOU TWO! STOP RIGHT THERE! Referee, stop the match ... STOP THE MATCH!’ Skylar Marshall makes his way out to ringside and the crowd is no different in voluming booing the match OR the man. He’s walking to the ring with a purpose. Microphone in hand, he stops right at ringside and makes his way over to the timekeeper .... forcing him to ring the bell. Skylar Marshall has just cancelled this match! Winner: Ended via stoppage 'Do you two think you’re funny? Is this some kind of big joke to you?!’ The crowd is watching with great interest and Eira and Murdoc protest. Classic wrestling at its’ finest, Marshall! Just because you don’t know the product ... 'We’re going to restart the match. And we’re going to KEEP doing it until you put EVERYTHING into it. Got that?! We’ll give these people ten matches of just YOU TWO going at it to replace the superstars that I fired. I WILL GET MY SHOW! And these people WILL GET THEIR ENTERTAINMENT! Do you hear me, Untouchables?! YOU WILL PERFORM LIKE THE CIRCUS ANIMALS YOU ARE! Now start this match again!’ The crowd lets out a prolonged oooooooooh but before the bell can ring, Murdoc and Eira are BOTH outside the ring and converging on Skylar Marshall. The pair are within a hair’s length of grabbing the President by the scruff of the neck when ... all of a sudden ... ... BLACKOUT?! The crowd is electric at the sudden dimming of the lights. Was ... wait ... Murdoc is out in the ring area ... and HE JUST GOT BLACKED OUT! But who? WHO?! The PCW Arena is almost completely dark for several seconds as the show continues. Suddenly, a crimson spotlight pops to life, aimed at the center of the ring. The sole person illuminated, dressed in a blood soaked Santa suit, is none other than the Lord of Misrule himself, Phineas Grimm. The P.A. system springs to life with a haunting and deliberately slow rendition of “Walking in a Winter Wonderland.” As the chimes ring, Grimm raises his head, the cordless headset of a rock star decorating his ear. In his deep baritone, he begins: “Slay bells ring, are you listenin’? In the ring, blood is glistenin’. A horrible sight, no one’s happy tonight. We’re walking in this Winter nightmare-land…” Suddenly, the music changes as another spotlight comes to life at the top of the ramp. Grimm, surprised by the interruption spins to the intruder. The tune is the ever familiar, “You’re a Mean One, Mr. Grinch.” Rick Majors, also dressed in a Santa suit begins belting out his own lyrics. “You’re a mean one, Mr. Grimm You truly are a heel.” Yet another light snaps on, revealing Andy D also in a Santa suit. “You’re as cuddly as a cactus You’ve got poison in your feels, Mr. Grimm!” Grimm begins to get angry, but before he can react, the song changes once again to one a bit more upbeat as a soft fuscia spotlight lights up a rather scantily clad Kelli Starr in a Mrs. Clause suit straight out of Victoria’s Secret. Her outfit is highlighted by the Genesis Championship around her waist. “Marshmallow World” lightens the mood as she sings. “It’s a marshmallow world in the winter. When the opponents cover the ground It’s time for play, I’m still champ to this day I’ll still be champ all year ‘round.” A lime green light comes to life on the opposite side of the arena, revealing Nathan Saniti in a violently colored Sanitanta suit. The music abruptly switches to a dark version of “Deck the Halls.” “Deck the hall with all that nonsense” Several rabbits pop their heads out of various pockets in his suit for the chorus. “Fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la” Saniti resumes his part. “And I don’t mean to make things too tense.” “Fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la” “You have something I desire” “Fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la” “Give it up or raise my ire.” “Fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la” The spot switches to the top of the ramp, when Whitey Ford, in all his drunken glory, stands gyrating to music only he can hear, dressed in nothing more than a strategically placed nutcracker. “COME, she told me, Pah-rum-pum-pum-pum” He suddenly gets tackled by several refs screaming, “NO!” as the drag him off stage. A very confused Santa suit-clad “Crazy Boy” emerges from backstage, his attention turned towards the Struggling Whitey. He shrugs his shoulders and surprises everyone with a rather stirring rendition of “O Holy Night.” “O Holy crap! I thought we were all fired!” Just then, the music changes once more as Skylar Marshall steps out, his face blood red from rage at the shenanigans. He raises his microphone only to find that he’s even managed to piss off the sound crew. His voice sounds like a chipmunk. Obliviously, he sings. “Christmas, Christmas time was near Why the hell are you all here? I thought that I had fired your ass Leave this place and leave it fast.” Cory Steel springs out of the crowd wearing an elf suit. As he joins the final song, his voice sounds perfectly normal. “We just want to be in the loop A low that even you can’t stoop.” Tyler Scott leaps over the barricade, joining Steel, dressed in a Santa suit. “We bought tickets with our dough So just get on with the show.” Justin “Stormm” Michaels emerges from the crowd in his own Santa suit and joins Tyler and Cory. “You may keep us from the ring, But you can’t stop us if we sing.” The Freebooters join the gathering crowd of stars. Yep. They’re wearing Santa gear too. As they sing, each of the fired wrestlers become part of the mob. “We shouldn’t make a smartass crack,” sings Wasp. Tide chimes in, “Perhaps you should just watch your back.” Skylar turns around only to see the Untouchables standing directly behind him now. He’s within their grasp. The crowd cheers wildly as he scurries out of arm’s reach and down the ramp into the waiting throng of now unemployed wrestlers. Skylar, now surrounded and hopelessly outnumbered begins sweating bullets. Backing away in any direction he can, he finally just crumples to the floor as ... “Cold as Ice” by M.O.P. hits the speakers. The crowd absolutely erupts at this, but could it mean .... ? YES! There he is, standing tall on the stage with three people in tow. ‘Big’ Dave Brandt, former head of Pure Class security along with an unidentified female and male companion. He looks IMPECCABLE in a dark blue three-piece suit, black shirt underneath. The mob in front of the stage stops ... now under the full heavy gaze of the BOSS. He beckons for the angry mob of superstars to part so he can get a good look at Skylar Marshall. The crowd’s cheers don’t die for several minutes before Malave has had enough and asks them to quieten down. ‘Skylar. I just have to ask you: what in the blue hell are you THINKING?’ Marshall looks at the mob backed off and stands slowly, straightening out his suit and tie as he does so. ‘You fired every single superstar before the biggest awards show of the year? Skylar, that’s NOT good for business. Look at all these celebrities. Do you know how many people are watching at home? And to try and cheat them out of seeing their favorite superstars get the respect they DESERVE?’ The crowd explodes at the mention of the PCW superstars, the people and achievements that this night is meant to honor above all else. ‘So since I’ve been gone, a lot’s happened I see. I wasn’t completely in the dark about it, though. Murdoc ... Eira ... MONROE. I have to give the Devil his due, you three saved me a lot of trouble. As busy as I have been cleaning up your little indiscretion a few months back, Murdoc ...’ The crowd seems to remember the smell of boiled turtle. '... I haven’t had the chance to keep an eye on my own company as closely as I should have been. That’s right, Skylar ... Pure Class Wrestling is MY COMPANY. These are MY superstars. I HIRED THEM. -I- gave Murdoc his contract back. -I- hired these superstars back, and because of YOU ... I had some headaches to go along with it all. I don’t like headaches, Skylar.’ ‘You said last week that The Untouchables were a virus, an infection that spread throughout your company. Skylar, the company was ALREADY infected by you! They were the ANTIVIRUS. The catalyst to spur my talent into seeing what you had been doing behind the scenes. Playing favorites. Running amok. But I’m done playing doctor, Skylar. I’m not a doctor. I don’t put bandaids on little boo-boos and give out lollipops. Read my lips, Skylar Marshall:’ The crowd waits for it. With bated breath and thick tension. ‘YOU’RE FIRED.’ The crowd lets out what would be likened to massive orgasmic release. Cheers ring out, the roof nearly blowing off of the top of the building. You can hear it all the way down into downtown Greenville. Marshall is absolutely flabbergasted. Bottom lip quivering, he begins to approach the stage ... but there are the Untouchables. Eira and Murdoc, barring his way from getting anywhere NEAR the stage. Behind them are the huddled and angry masses of Pure Class talent. Skylar stops dead in his tracks and watches as a fireball erupts in Murdoc’s hand ... just waiting to kiss Marshall’s unwilling flesh. Marshall has seen enough and begins to back up ... slowly ... towards the exit. Murdoc and Eira close in faster than he can back away and, within minutes, Murdoc has Marshall by his stupid, stupid ponytail and is dragging him to the door. The crowd cheers as Luis Malave takes to the microphone again. ‘Well, now that THAT’s done with: who’s ready for the greatest damn awards show this business has to offer?!’ It’s thunderous inside the Peace Center as Luis beams that million-dollar smile he’s known for. ‘Oh ... I almost forgot. VERY important, here. SKYLAR’S REPLACEMENT.’ He motions to the heretofore unidentified lady and gentleman standing to his side. ‘Allow me to introduce Mr. Patrick Gregory Brooks and Ms. Isabella Alexis. They will be handling ALL the business and have my FULL blessing to keep things running smoothly around here.’ The crowd doesn’t know whether to clap or what, but settle on a more subdued reaction. Only time will tell how the new appointees should be treated. ‘Now. If you’ll all excuse me, I have some paperwork to finish ... some chick’n strips to eat ... and some Polar Ice to drink while I watch the show.’ Product placement FTW. The Icemann nods and bows alongside the new faces of his management team and exits the stage to a riotous round of applause as we go to ... ... DAVIS. Somewhere backstage, Davis is standing by with Kate Upton. He’s got an empty beer bottle in his hand and what appears to be a piece of napkin balled up. ‘Now I tell you what. I’ll make a bet with you that you can’t blow THIS piece of napkin ... into THIS bottle. That’s all you have to do. If you can, I’ll give you 100 dollars. But if you CAN’T ... well ... I won’t take your money. That seems mean. But I should get something. Hmmm ... I’ll think of something. Go ahead, give it a shot.’ The lovely Kate Upton takes the bottle and the wadded up scrap and places it on the edge of the mouth of the bottle, puckers those beautiful lips ... and blows. And blows. And blows again. All to no avail. Davis smiles to the camera but looks back to Kate with a bit of a disappointed look. ‘Huh. I could’ve sworn you’d be able to do it. Here, let me try. What would you think, if I could do it? I got it! If -I- can do it ... you’ll give me a kiss. Simple. I’m not going to take your money, that’s not fair. But a kiss. Does that sound like it’d be a good bet?’ She looks at the people gathered about and shrugs to them before turning back with a wide toothy grin and a nod. Davis smiles and takes the bottle to his lips ... and grabs a small straw from the table nearby and uses the straw to blow the napkin into the bottle. Kate laughs and, in the spirit of entertainment, plants a big kiss on Davis. Davis looks quite pleased with himself as he turns to the camera. ‘Now THAT’S what I call a RETURN on an investement.’ He chuckles and gives a reciprocated hug to Kate and turns back to the camera.

The show them cuts to the backstage area once more where we are joined by Shane Dodge.

Shane Dodge: Breaking news this hour as I am hearing that one of PCW's travel coordinators believes that former PCW World Champion Non Compos Mentis may have purchased plane tickets to South Carolina in recent days. Obviously, this would be a huge and shocking return that could certainly affect tonight's main event. I will have more details on this breaking news situation in the next little while.

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to a landmark episode of PCW Trauma. It is our 200th episode. We have been counting down some of the most memorable moments in Trauma history all night long!

Ace Anderson: And we're going to cap off this incredible episode with a HUGE ten-person tag team match!

Once again, a graphic comes up on the screen hyping tonight's huge ten-person tag team match.
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Jerry Andrews: Ace, what are your thoughts on this match?

Ace Anderson: Wow. I have so many thoughts, but one that comes to mind is teamwork. How will each of these teams work together? I mean, first of all, Murdoc may have gone home, so obviously THAT'S a big question, but even if he does return for the match, how will he get along with his teammates? We talked about this a bit earlier, but how on earth will he work together with Sadistic and Grimm? And how will Sadistic and Grimm work with one another? One of the last times we saw them both in a PCW ring, they were facing off one-on-one for the PCW World Championship.

Jerry Andrews: That's a great point and that makes me think of their partners Alexa Black and Seromine. Those two don't really seem to get a long with anyone, other than The Darkness and The Followers, respectively.

Ace Anderson: And then you look at the other side. I mean, obviously, we don't know who the mystery partner will be, but out of the four we do know, they seem to get along pretty well. Obviously everyone knows about the relationship between Kelli Starr and Nathan Saniti, but Rick Majors has teamed up with Starr several times recently and Saniti has allied himself with those two in the past. Plus, despite the fact that they're going to face off against one another on Trama 201, Rick Majors and Dan Fierce seem to get along as well.

Jerry Andrews: Those are all great points, but look at the gold on the other side. I don't think you can ever bet against the World Champion, the International Champion and the North American Champion. Not to mention the impressive World Title reigns of both Sadistic and Grimm.

Ace Anderson: Of course not. That's why this match is going to be so interesting.

Jerry Andrews: And the questions about Murdoc and the mystery partner make it even more interesting!

Ace Anderson: That's for sure!

Jerry Andrews: I have a feeling that this is going to be one that we're gonna talk about for a long time.

Ace Anderson: Speaking of talking about big moments, let's get back to our look back at the first 199 episodes of Trauma!

PCW Trauma 168 Tuesday March 3rd, 2015 Non-Title Singles Match Sadistic (World ©) vs. Gem Referee: Eddie Lane Having put Gem in her place, Sadistic laughs to himself while wagging a finger at Grant who watches angrily from ringside. Scooting back over to Gem, he casually rolls her onto her back and reclines over her body with his arms lazily outstretched in a victory pose. Eddie Lane slides into position to make the count. Jerry Andrews: One...two...thr...WHAT THE HELL?! In a flash, Gem has somehow maneuvered beneath Sadistic and locked in a Tazzmission! It takes the fans a moment to realize what's happened, but when they do they're on their feet! Ace Anderson: Gem's got the Endless Night locked in!!! Sadistic rolls onto his stomach with Gem hanging off his back and works his way to his feet! The Phenom reaches for the ropes, but Gem uses what's left of her remaining strength to pull Sadistic back towards the center of the ring! Jerry Andrews: Can she do it?! Does Gem have enough left in the tank to submit the World Champion?! Sadistic presses forward dragging Gem along in his quest to reach the ropes. The Phenom's fingers are able to reach the top rope, and that's when Gem executes a martial arts trip to bring Sadistic back to the mat! She's able to slide in a body scissors and the Faithful are cheering so loud that the Pure Class Arena is rumbling! Ace Anderson: She's got it! She's got it! The ropes are nearly within reach of Sadistic's outstretched hand! And here come Grimm and Showtime! Plowing through the crowd and hopping the guardrail... Jerry Andrews: No. Not like this! Out of nowhere, Eira is on the scene! She blindsides Phinehas and Wryght with a charging shoulder tackle! Caught by surprise, Grimm and Showtime spin to their feet and make for the ring. But it's too late... TAP TAP TAP Jerry Andrews: He tapped! Billy Sadistic just tapped out! Gem has submitted the World Champion!!! The PCW Faithful explode! Every fan is on their feet and the volume is deafening! Ace Anderson: Is she main event material now?! Can you see her now?! Gem releases the hold and rolls to the outside where she's met by an ecstatic Grant! Winner: Gem by submission @ 17:44 Showtime and Grimm roll into the ring alongside an infuriated Billy Sadistic as Gem, Eira and Grant backpedal up the ramp. Jerry Andrews: At Mass Destruction, Gem, Eira and hopefully Whitey Ford try to stop the Black Hand once and for all! Those two teams will annihilate each other inside of a steel cage of Complete Destruction! That's all the time we have tonight. We'll see you at Mass Destruction!

PCW Tuesday Trauma Tuesday, July 18, 2006 Tag Team Match Rodney Phoenix & "Mr. Showtime" Mikey Wryght vs. Justin "Stormm" Michaels & Lantlas Referee: Tyrone Little Lantlas exits the ring while Michaels covers for a two count. Michaels picks him up and hits him with a snap suplex, holds on to him, ala the three amigos, and once he's up quickly hits him with a bridging german suplex for a two count, Michaels tags Lantlas, whips Phoenix into the ropes hits him. With a drop toe hold, and Lantlas hits a running elbow drop on Phoenix. Lantlas slams Phoenix climbs the second rope and drops a leg on Phoenix for a two count. He picks up Phoenix in a fireman's carry, rolls forward, tags Michaels, then pulls the ropes to sling shot Michaels in who splashes Phoenix, that gets two. Michaels hits Phoenix with a gutwrench suplex, then puts him in the corner for a running splash, out of desparation Phoenix pulls the ref in the way, which causes Michaels to stop with the ref momentarily distracted Phoenix hits Michaels with a low blow. When his partner comes in the ring to protest Phoenix hits another low blow behind the refs back. Phoenix catches his breath and piledrives Michaels, and covers for a two count. Phoenix applies a rear chin lock and puts his feet on the ropes several times for leverage, when Lantlas, again protests Phoenix chokes Michaels out with his wrist tape that he undid while applying the chinlock When the referee sees this he forces Phoenix to break his hold. Phoenix whips Michaels into the ropes , Michaels ducks a boot but eats a superkick coming back, Phoenix covers for two, but Lantlas gets in and breaks up the count. Rodney gets up and walks right over to Lantlas and pushes him. Lantlas fires back with a right hand, and the two begin exchanging blows. This gives Michaels enough time to get to his feet. He sneaks up behind Rodney and hits him with a Flash Flood. Lantlas gets out of the ring, and Justin swivels over and makes the pin. Referee Tyrone Little makes the count and Lantlas and Justin win this match at 16 minutes and 46 seconds, after showing a great deal of teamwork. Winner: Lantlas & Justin Michaels when Justin pinned Rodney Phoenix As Justin and Lantlas is getting their arm raised, "Mr. Showtime" Mikey Wryght, the PCW International Champion appears on the entrance ramp, applauding, and the feed fades out.

PCW Trauma 100 Tuesday, September 13, 2011 "Legends Match" ??? vs. ??? Guest Referee: Richard Stevens Mark Long: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for the Legends Match! Jerry Andrews: That's right ladies and gentlemen; it is now time for our Legends Match. Al Laiman: We have been wondering who the two individuals are. There has been talk of it being Chrissy Johnson, Senor Smurf, and even the biggest name in PCW history, our first ever World Champion, Bison. I can't wait. Jerry Andrews: I did a little bit of digging and I have found out that whoever these two are, they are fighting for a Havoc Entertainment Inc. contract. Al Laiman: Apparently the rumor mill is coming to life as it was released that Justin "Stormm" Michaels was doing a bit of head hunting to expand his empire. Good for him, and without further ado, its time. Mark Long: Introducing first...accompanied by his tag team partner Machine...I give you one half of the former Tag Team Champions...SMITH! Smith's Theme Music [The fans let out an audible groan as Smith walks out from the back. Not too far behind him is the absolute giant of a man known as Machine. At over seven feet tall and well over the four hundred pound mark, he's hard to miss. Also hard to miss is their ring attire. Studded leather tights and straps with demolition derby masks adorn the wrestlers as they head down the aisle. Mad Max called. He wants his wardrobe back. The Gimp called, too. Upon entering the ring, Smith removes the mask to reveal red and silver face paint. The chunk that Sadistic bit out of his face is barely even noticeable.] Mark Long: And his opponent...hailing from parts unknown...I give you...BLADE LIONHEART! Blade Lionheart's Theme Music [Blade blows past the curtain in a dead spring, not even taking the time to stand on the stage with his hands on his hips! His face is painted up like some kind of warrior. Maybe an ultimate one. Shoelaces choke off his biceps and his veins are coursing with adrenaline, steroids, and the power of the Warriahs! Making a couple laps around the ring, Lionheart climbs up onto the ring apron and proceeds to make a lap around the ring apron as well. He also shakes the ropes a whole bunch before finally entering the ring.] Match Details: [Let it be noted that the fans are clearly disappointed by this bullshit excuse for a Legends Match. Sure, they're former PCW stars and the fans know who they are...well, some of them recognize the guys, anyhow...but this was just a horrible swerve. Nothing else. Hell, even the action sucks as the guys just circle each other for a good long while before anything happens. And Smith has no business being in the ring with Blade Lionheart because Blade because to use his incredible size and strength advantage to completely demolish Smith! Machine watches patiently from the outside, waiting for some sort of signal from his "partner." Blade slams and suplex all over the ring, but each pinfall earns him only a two-count. Ready to turn up the volume, Blade - be sure to pick up The Definitive Bladen Walker 3 Disc DVD set today, by the way - begins unleashing some serious offense on the former Tag Team Champion. Smith attempts to put up some sort of fight, but he's completely outmatched. The fans can't take this garbage anymore. Some take the time to head to the restroom. Some consider urinating right where they sit. Several start throwing garbage into the ring. And that's when it happens. Like a flash, they're in the ring, and Blade and Smith find themselves face down on the canvas, forcing Richard Stevens to throw the match.] Winner: Draw via double disqualification

PCW Trauma 138 Tuesday, August 6th 2013 The scene opens just as Grimm, the Abomination of Desolation, delivers a most vicious headbutt to his hapless opponent. The poor soul’s face explodes in a shower of blood and other nasty bits, and he understandably drops into a heap. Grimm wipes viscera out of his own eyes and flings it at the mat. He starts to move towards the motionless figure but acts like he catches something out of the corner of his eye and stops. Looking at the camera, he gives his best approximation of a nonthreatening smile and turns. “Oh, hello there. If you’re like me, you often find yourself having to clean blood and gristle out of your magnificent beard. Not only can such caked unpleasantness be generally unappealing to the masses, it can be bad for the beard itself. And if you’re like me, you don’t want to use harsh chemicals to do the job.” A tin flies in from off-camera and Grimm reaches up to catch it. “That’s why I use Honest Amish Heavy Duty Beard Balm. It’s 100% organic and all natural with no chemicals and it’s free of any artificial colors or fragrances. That delightful aroma you smell is thanks to the natural essential oils in every batch.” The man on the mat moans and Grimm kicks him in the ribs, without looking away from the camera. “That’s Honest Amish Heavy Duty Beard Balm. So you can get back to annihilating your enemies without worrying how it will affect the sheen of your luxurious beard. Look for it at finer establishments everywhere.” Grimm tosses the tin over his shoulder and turns his attention back to the broken form at his feet. The commercial fades to the sounds of an outrageously gratuitous beating.

As PCW Trauma returns, Shane Dodge is once again the one to welcome fans back to the show. This time, he is standing in the parking lot, apparently waiting for someone.

Shane Dodge: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to Trauma 200. As you can see, I am currently outside the arena in the parking lot. My sources have told me that the mystery partner has just pulled up to the building and that he or she should be walking through this very parking lot any minute. Rest assured folks, as soon as I get sight of this individual, I will report the news to you.

Back inside the arena, Ace Anderson and Jerry Andrews are still seated at the announce desk.

Jerry Andrews: Folks, I wish you could be here with us right now because the feeling inside this building is electric. Not only are we all enjoying this look back at PCW's past, but we are eagerly anticipating tonight's main event.

Ace Anderson: That's for sure. This ten-person tag is going to be incredible!

Jerry Andrews: And, speaking of incredible, let's take a look at a few more memorable Trauma moments!

PCW Trauma 128 Tuesday February 19, 2013 Singles Match Murdoc vs. Rick Majors Referee: Joseph Buckland Majors takes a moment to regain his composure, and starts to drag the much bigger Murdoc to his feet. But before he can capitalize, Murdoc locks Majors in the Iron Claw submission known as The Beginning. Majors grimaces in pain, but before Murdoc can finish the move and slam his opponent down to the mat, Majors goes back to the same knee he attacked earlier with multiple leg kicks. Murdoc's grip loosens, and Majors makes the best of the situation and begins a flurry of stiff punches and kicks that back Murdoc into the corner, reminiscent of the last time they were in the ring together. Murdoc senses this are going south fast, and shoves Majors away to stagger from the corner...only to be hit in the back of the head with a big spinning heel kick! Murdoc is dazed, and Majors wants to end it. He sets Murdoc up for the Major Impact, when... ‘Back in Black’ plays over the PA system, and the crowd erupts into a chorus of boos. Skylar Marshall comes running out onto the stage, a microphone in his hand. Whitey Ford is behind him, but taking his time and seeing as if he's in no rush, the International Championship held by a strap and dragging behind him. "WAIT! Mr. Majors, wait right there!" Rick Majors stares up at the stage in disbelief, dropping Murdoc to the mat in confusion. "I have an announcement to make...this match is hereby declared a no-contest!" Another big wave of boos washes over the arena, and Majors is besides himself. Winner: No Contest "As a responsible official of the PCW, I simply cannot let things...slide." Marshall starts. "After having a very lengthy discussion with Dr. Suresh...I discovered that you are not medically cleared to compete in this match. Therefore, the no-contest." Murdoc is coming to now, and is just as irate as Majors is, despite seemingly being about ready to take a loss. Marshall holds his hand up to silence the crowd with a smug grin on his face. "HOWEVER, I am a fair man, unlike Luis Malave, who would have let this practically unsanctioned match continue. While I can't allow you to finish the match, I have two very big announcements." Skylar points down to the ring at Murdoc."Murdoc, it seems like you're getting a raw deal here, so I'm going to reward you with something coveted by the entire roster. A shot at the Genesis Title at Trauma 129 against Eira!" Murdoc looks less than pleased with that revelation, but Whitey on the other hand is laughing, now standing beside Skylar Marshall. "You're acquainted with Eira, right? So this should be a good matchup for you!" Marshall smiles slyly, seemingly enjoying the ire being directed at him from the crowd. "And as for you, Rick Majors, I have a very special surprise for you. See, some of the comments you've been making have ruffled the feathers of some very... important ...people. So, at Mass Destruction 3, you'll be facing off against the best International Champion in Pure Class Wrestling's prestigous history ... Whitey Ford!" The announcement actually gets a decent reaction from the crowd, and Whitey laughs at the response. Majors looks pleased in the ring, despite his match being called a draw. Ford grabs the microphone from Skylar Marshall and slowly starts to tread his way down the ramp, the International Title now slung over his shoulder. "What's with the happy face, Majors? Let me clear things up, because my colleague Skylar Marshall is modest when it comes to touting the accolades of others. I am not only the greatest International Champion of all time...I am the greatest wrestler in the entire world, dead or alive." Ford climbs up onto the apron and enters over the second rope. Murdoc takes his leave, not interested in dealing with someone elses business, his mind no doubt on his match at the next Trauma. "I've never seen anyone so eager to lose a pay per view match in my entire life!" Ford steps up face to face with Majors, the air in the ring thick enough to cut with a knife. "See, I've thrown my lot in with Showtime and Marshall because they actually get it. They know the score around here...unfortunately for you, you're barely even in the game. You remind me a lot of myself when I was younger, Ricky...gotta 'stick it to the man' and show everyone that no matter what, the upper echelon of wrestling management is corrupt and terrible and they'll do this and that and yadda yadda yadda...but have you ever realized that those who run the show...NEVER really lose?" Whitey points a finger rudely and stiffly into Majors chest. "Sure, you can have this big angry tirade about people like me and Showtime, claiming that you're going to bring the wrestling world down...but that's all just a pipe dream for you revolutionary types. People like you never accomplish your goals...because better people, like me, are standing in your way." Ford's eyes narrow. "Speaking of 'people like me'...I'm inclined to say something about the way you regarded Mr. Showtime for walking out on that farce of a match you had. He doesn't have to deal with peons like you! Myself, Skylar, and Michael are above shit like that." Ford chuckles as Majors swats his hand away from his chest. "But I guess my moral compass is more skewed than most people know, because I can't just be the bigger man and let those comments go without punishment. I'm going to show you and your stupid little crusade against pro wrestling that you will never amount to anything, and I'll put this worthless title on the line as well. I requested the match." Whitey slides the International Title off his shoulder, giving it a disgusted look."...and I know you're too chicken shit to fight me without this title on the line, so here we go." Ford drops the title on the mat, face up, in the middle of Majors and Whitey. "If you think you can take this belt from me, go ahead and try it. I'll see you at Mass Destruction, asshole. Let's just hope that your idiot wife can avoid getting hit by a drunk driver again before the show; I'd have to have to fight an emotionally dis--" Rick Majors lunges forward and takes Whitey off his feet with a Lou Thesz Press! The crowd is going wild as Whitey tries to fight off his new challenger, opting to roll out of the ring and retreat up the ramp. Whitey talks trash as he backpedals towards Skylar, but Majors notices that he left something behind. Rick turns around and picks up the International Title before hoisting it in the air above his head. For as much trash as Whitey talks about the title, the look of anger on his face upon someone else holding it may reveal otherwise. Majors drops the title to the mat and points up the ramp at Ford as the show goes to its’ final commercial break.

PCW Trauma 199 Thursday September 22nd, 2016 Non-Title Match Grimm vs Brenna Gordon Referee: Eric Russo Grimm closes the distance with speed uncanny enough to challenge his opponent’s, surrounding Brenna with a flurry of blows! Struggling to protect herself against the aggressive attack, Gordon fights against a seemingly untouchable foe, strikes and jabs peppering her body as all of her shots miss. As though she’s battling a whirlwind of falling autumn leaves, a dizzying endeavor - and just as crunchy. Wrapping his fingers in the waves and tendrils of inky hair and through to the back of her neck, he jerks her back to standing fully upright… Jerry Andrews: Thank god, is he done now? ...just in time for him to drop the Sword of Heimdall! Smashing his cranium into Brenna’s he releases her so as to not to impede her downward progress. Medics stream in from the back, Ace Anderson: No. No he’s not. Jerry Andrews: You sure? He doesn’t seem to be doing much. Grimm stares down at her prone form, a strange expression on his face. Disappointment? Regret? Whatever it is, it’s gone in an instant as the familiar look of professional disinterest settles into the crags and crannies of Grimm’s countenance. He mounts the nearest turnbuckle, Jerry Andrews: She’s STILL not moving. Ace Anderson: Yes she is - look! Jerry Andrews: She’s just barely… she might… Brenna stirs, lifting her head groggily, her movements slow and obviously pained. Grimm watches, another flicker of potentially human emotion crossing his face before the portcullis comes down once more. With a leap and twisting descent, Grimm lands a crashing Tornado DDT on the struggling superstar! Ace Anderson: The Harvest! Jerry Andrews: Brenna Gordon has been Harvested! Grimm gets himself up just enough to hook a leg, jaw muscles clenched against the pain in his shoulder. ...1! …...2! ……….3!!! Winner: Grimm via Pinfall Jerry Andrews: A big win for Grimm, but Brenna Gordon looks to be seriously hurt. Ace Anderson: What does that mean for her future and for Deadly Intentions? Jerry Andrews: We'll hopefully find out soon, but that's all the time we have right now. Good night from... Ace Anderson: Wait wait wait! Thankfully, the broadcast doesn't cut off and we see Murdoc slowly make his way down to the ring. Jerry Andrews: Stay with this. Stay with this. We need more time! Murdoc enters the ring and he stares at Grimm. He then looks down at Grimm's hand and the PCW World Championship that he's holding. Grimm nods. Murdoc slowly nods as well. Ace Anderson: This is about to get explosive. ”(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! Jerry Andrews: Kelli Starr is walking directly into a lions' den right here. Ace Anderson: I'd normally agree, but she defeated Grimm last show and Showtime here tonight. She's on a super hot streak and she wants a spot in the main event at Deadly Intentions. Grimm and Murdoc turn to face her.... when suddenly she's attacked from behind by Alexa Black! Jerry Andrews: Where the hell did she come from!? Alexa Black unloads on Starr as Grimm and Murdoc look on. Brenna Gordon is still down on the mat hurt. Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, this is absolute insanity once again here on Trauma and.... The lights go out AGAIN. There's is a flash of light and stepping out of the flash, planting his cane directly in front of his with both hands, and smiling a huge unnerving smile, is Nathan Saniti. Ace Anderson: Did somebody say insanity? The crowd explodes. Alexa Black steps back, momentarily stunned, as Nathan helps Kelli off of the mat. Alexa doesn't get to attack Saniti or Starr, because out of the crowd comes Rick Majors! Jerry Andrews: HE'S ALIVE!? Majors starts to lay into Alexa, but he's pulled off of her by PCW officials who rush the ring. Eventually all of the people in the ring are separated. Saniti, Starr and Majors stand on one side. Alexa Black, Murdoc and Grimm are on the other. The PCW medical team begin to remove Brenna Gordon from the ring and begin to work on her when they're stopped by Seromine. Ace Anderson: AND WHERE DID HE COME FROM!? Seromine looks down at the obviously injured Gordon for a moment before slowly getting into the ring. Jerry Andrews: Obviously, Seromine and Brenna Gordon have quite a history together but now he's entering the ring. What is he doing? Ace Anderson: Do not forget his history with Kelli Starr and Nathan Saniti! Jerry Andrews: No one ever will! He locked Kelli in a coffin! Seromine looks over at Grimm, Murdoc and Black. He then turns his attention to Saniti and Starr. Jerry Andrews: We've seen Saniti, Starr and Majors on the same page before, but am I the only one who thinks Grimm, Murdoc, Black and Seromine seem to be... no... that can't be possible. Ace Anderson: We've seen stranger things before in PCW. But if these four actually ended up on the same side of a battle, I'd... I'd... I don't know what I'd do! Jerry Andrews: Well, they're outnumbering the other three in the ring right now. RED ORANGE YELLOW GREEN BLUE PURPLE "Shut Your Mouth," by Garbage blares over the speakers. Out comes the Fabulous One! Ace Anderson: OH MY GOD! Jerry Andrews: He said he'd be back for Murdoc and here he is! Dan Fierce enters the already crowded ring and now it appears to be four-on-four! Ace Anderson: We've got eight people in the ring staring each other down right now. I don't think this is going to end in a spirited debate! The eight competitors in the ring look like they're about to come to blows when suddenly everyone stops. Everyone. Those in the ring, the PCW officials desperate to restore order, the medical team looking at Brenna Gordon, the announce team, the audience, everyone. They're all looking in the same direction. Stepping over the guardrail and making his way down to the ring is a former PCW World Champion. A man who held that title for nearly an entire calendar year. The brother of the current champion. Entering the ring is Sadistic. No one else moves. Sadistic smiles. He slowly walks over to Grimm. He looks at his brother. He looks down at the PCW World Title. He then turns his head briefly towards Murdoc, Black and Seromine. He then directs his attention to Starr, Saniti, Majors and Fierce. He then turns back to Grimm. The two men stare at one another. No one is sure what will happen next. Sadistic then turns and stands beside his brother, against the four other competitors in the ring. The crowd is in shock. "Gold on the Ceiling" by The Black Keys begins to blare over the P.A. system and the arena darkens. Michael Wryght: Okay, okay. I am NOT going to have another Trauma end in mayhem. So everyone stop. The crowd boos and the competitors in the ring all turn towards Showtime. Michael Wryght: That said, I am a fair man who wants to give PCW wrestlers and the PCW Faithful want they want. And, looking at the ring, I see nine competitors who want to go to war. So I'm going to let you guys do just that. The crowd cheers. Michael Wryght: That said, tonight's show is over and the Deadly Intentions card is set. However, coming up after Deadly Intentions is Trauma 200. It will be a landmark episode and, thus, it requires a landmark main event. Kelli Starr, Nathan Saniti, Rick Majors and Dan Fierce, it looks like the four of you have the same goals in mind, so you guys are going to team up. And you're going to face Murdoc, Grimm, Alexa Black, Seromine and Sadistic. Welcome back, by the way, Sadistic. The crowd explodes. Michael Wryght: Don't look at me. The five of you will have to figure out how to get along. Jerry Andrews: How in the hell is that going to happen!? Michael Wryght: Now, I realize that makes it five-on-four and as much as I'd like to include Brenna Gordon in this match to even things up, looking at her now, I'm not sure if she will be cleared to compete. We will have to get the PCW medical team to look at that. Her injuries appear severe. If she is not able to compete, you four have until Trauma 200 to find yourselves a partner. Or you can go into it four against five. It's your call. Ace Anderson: Oh my God what a match! The crowd is buzzing. Michael Wryght: Now if you would all kindly leave the ring and allow this program to end without pandemonium just once, I would greatly appreciate it.

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, that last clip was from Trauma 199 and it shows how we got to this episode here tonight and, folks, this is it. This is our last commercial break of the evening. When we return we will all witness perhaps the biggest match in Trauma history. A ten-person tag team match for the ages.

Ace Anderson: Oh baby it's almost time!

Jerry Andrews: Will Murdoc return for the match? Who is the mystery partner? How will these teams coexist? The time for talking and for questions is almost over. In just a few short minutes, it will be time for action. Set your DVRs right now, because it's going to be something special.

"Oh, we've made a mistake
We've lost our minds
We've lost our memory
Oh, what's it gonna take?
There's always something else
Waiting on the shelf"

AFTER THE BREAK:

Jerry Andrews: It's almost time for the only match scheduled for Trauma 200.

Ace Andrews: But what a match it is! It's a true "good versus evil" battle right here in the middle of our PCW arena.

Jerry Andrews: That's no lie. On one side you have three fourths of the champions in PCW, PLUS two former World Champions. That team is the North American Champion Alexa Black, the International Champion Seromine, the Current World Champ Murdoc, and the Brothers Dillinger, both of whom have held the World belt themselves, Grimm and Sadistic.

Ace Anderson: Their opponents are no slouches, either. Many of them are former champions as well. On that side we have "The Fabulous One" Dan Fierce, "Dollface" Kelli Starr, Nathan Saniti...

Jerry Andrews: Will we see Nathan Saniti or his alter ego N. Saniti?

Ace Anderson: We'll find out soon enough. They are teamed with the winner of the Deadly Rumble, Rick Majors.

Jerry Andrews: And let's not forget their mystery fifth member. Shane Dodge has tried to get information about who it could be, to no avail.

Ace Anderson: It could be anybody, Jerry.

Jerry Andrews: It could even be you, Ace.

Ace Anderson: You wish. I wasn't invited. Let's head to the ring to get this match under way.

Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a five-on-five elimination tag match. The match will continue until all five members of a team have been eliminated by pinfall, submission, count-out, or disqualification. Introducing first, hailing from San Francisco, California... "The Fabulous One" Dan Fierce!

The PCW-Tron flashes

RED
ORANGE
YELLOW
GREEN
BLUE
PURPLE

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

Introducing the North American Champion, hailing from Los Angeles, California, and accompanied by the Shaw Brothers, 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 booing loudly, almost drowning out the music.

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

She mocks the crowd and bad-mouths 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 maniacal laugh.

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

Now introducing "Dollface" Kelli Starr!

WHIRRR! THUMP!

WHIRRR! THUMP!

Ace Anderson: What the hell is that noise?

WHIRRR! THUMP!
WHIRRR! THUMP!

Jerry Andrews: I don't... OH. MY. GOD!

The shadow of a hulking mass practically eclipses the PCW-Tron. And then them music starts.

”(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, inside a bright pink painted mech suit! The crowd is on their feet in excitement as the machine whirrs to life, stomping its way down the ramp. Kelli looks as if she's having the time of her life driving the robot from within. She does a full lap around the ring, barely skirting past the announcer table without incident. The suit stops, clumsily turning to face the ramp.

She raises her arms, showing off what looks like it could be a pair of rather nasty looking cannons. She aims them high to prevent anyone from getting hurt and they explode into life, showering the Faithful with glitter that even leaves Dan Fierce a bit jealous. He can even be seen mouthing the word "showoff."


Ace Anderson: Never thought I'd see the day when Dan Fierce would have the most sober entrance in a match.

Jerry: And we're less than halfway done.

Next up is the International Champion, hailing from Labyrinth Grove in the Absynthe Realm, accompanied by Salvation, Seromine!

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.

Now making his way down to the ring, hailing from Hangtown, Kentucky, he is one half of the Hangtown Horrors... Billy Sadistic!

As the opening to "Paint it Black" twangs over the speakers, the Phenom strolls out from the back; slowly and deliberately. His nasty grin tells you that something bad is about to happen, and only he knows what it is. The fans definitely don't like him, and his mannerisms clearly illustrate that the feeling is mutual. After walking down the aisle, Sadistic casually rolls into the ring and climbs up onto the second turnbuckle. His arms at his sides and his chin held high only serve to incite the PCW Faithful further.

The introductory chimes of "Monster," by Imagine Dragons beckon the entrance of PCW resident Madcap Magician as purple fog coats the runway from the ring to the entrance.

And accompanied by Rasputin and Naomi, the Harvesters, N. Saniti!

The trio step out from the back, N. Saniti taking point. He waves his arms with a flourish, calling to the fog to rise and engulf the trio. The lights slowly fade as it thickens as it envelops the Harvesters, suddenly dissipating just as rapidly as it appeared, revealing that the three have vanished! A thunderous bolt of lightning strikes the center of the ring with a blinding flash. And another. After a third bolt hits, the lights go out completely for a second. A column of smoke begins to build at the center of the ring, snaking its way skyward. Lime green and purple spotlights dance around the smoke as the lights fade on and the smog evaporates, revealing the Harvesters in the center of the ring.

And the other half of the Hangtown Horrors... Phinehas Grimm!

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.

The lights go out. Suddenly the sound of guitars pierce through the silence as "Wastelands" by Linkin Park begins to play. Rick Majors appears in the entrance way. He pauses for a moment and looks down briefly. He then shakes his head, breathes deeply and stares out at the crowd, stretching his arms and warming up as he walks down to the ring.

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

Majors walks slowly, looking out around the arena as he continues his way down to the ring.

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

Majors climbs the ring steps and pauses. He turns towards the crowd, standing on the ring apron for a moment before entering the ring. Majors stands in the centre of the ring, looking out towards the crowd. He slowly starts to circle the ring, stretching and loosening up his body.

Introducing next, Rick Majors!

The lights in the arena then come back on as Majors circles the ring, awaiting the start of the match.

And now, Introducing the current World Champion, Murdoc!

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


BOOM!!


And... NOTHING!

Ace Anderson: Here's not here.

Jerry Andrews: Well, I guess we kind of expected this given his statements at the opening of the show, but I'm still disappointed.

Ace Anderson: Well, according to his contract, he's under no obligation to appear at Trauma shows.

The crowd jeers loudly, nearly shaking the rafters with their disdain. Dan Fierce screams at the screen, shouting very unladylike obscenities, peppered with words like "coward" and "chickenshit."


The lights go on in the arena. Murdoc's team mates have a mixture of disappointment and anger on their faces. The Faithful are still booing the decision made by the World Champion. Fierce is livid. Majors is trying to calm him down. Suddenly...

"Heaven Knows," by the Pretty Reckless blasts over the speakers. The atmosphere changes from one of hostility to one of a confusing mixture of emotiions.

Jerry Andrews: Is that...? Is that Cory Steel?

Ace Anderson: I believe it is. Wasn't he in a wheelchair not that long ago?

Sure enough, Cory Steel pops out from behind the curtain, a microphone in his hand. He waits a bit for the crowd reaction to die down before speaking.

Cory Steel: I can't say that I approve of the way Murdoc ducked out of this match.

The peanut gallery rages their agreement.

Cory Steel: But... The fans deserve a great match to celebrate this milestone. I don't have a problem with a single person in that ring. I'd hate to see a match of this caliber get cancelled. I'll be damned if that happens on MY watch, so hit my music again, and let's do this right!

The arena turns red and black with the crowd growing into cheers, the bells of the song ring, and "Heaven Knows," by The Pretty Reckless plays! Steel at a brisk pace emerges from the back stoic and calm written on his face. His gray eyes scan the crowd for a few seconds as he stops halfway down the ramp, he then marches on.

Sliding head first into the ring the quiet demeanor fades away, replaced by adrenaline. He joins Murdoc's team as he begins to jump from leg to leg, loosening up before he fights.

Ace Anderson: Kelli is finally getting out of the mech suit she drove down to the ring.

Jerry Andrews: She's asking for a mic. Maybe she'll be the one to tell us who the fifth member of their team is.

Ace Anderson: You're a master at foreshadowing. Just so you know.

Kelli brings the microphone to her lips, N. Saniti and the Harvesters by her side.

Kelli Starr: It took me quite a while to find our fifth member, and even longer to convince them to join us. But, I managed somehow to convince them to help us out. Without further ado, let's bring out our final member!

The music of Hans Zimmer's "Dream is Collapsing" slowly builds.

Jerry Andrews and Ace Anderson grow wide-eyed, along with several of the members in the ring. The audience pops so loudly that the music itself can barely be heard at all.

A tall, lanky figure, dressed in battle armor and a trench coat with the hood pulled up over the head steps onto the stage. The fans can’t make of what they are seeing. None of the fans are sure what to make of this armor-clad being, and when he drops the hood, revealing the long, flowing white hair, the fans cheer when they see the face of “The Elven Warrior” Lantlas!

Standing 6’7” and weighing 240 pounds. He is “The Elven Warrior” LANTLAS!

He doffs the coat on the way down to the ramp. Lantlas walks down to the ring, with his sword dangling at his side. After walking off the stage, he strips himself of his sword before entering the ring. He removes his armor, giving it to the attire girl to take it back to the locker room. The audience gets a good, long look, as Lantlas is finally able to show off HER true self.

Ace Anderson: Jerry, are you seeing what I'm seeing?

Jerry Andrews: Which part? The fact that Lantlas is once again in a PCW ring, or the fact that he is a she?

Ace Anderson: Yes. Exactly that.

The Faithful doesn't seemed phased by the revelation, giving their favorite Elven Warrior nothing but their full support. A tear of appreciation rolls down her cheek as she waves thankfully at the crowd. She spins on the opposing team, the determined glare in her eyes sending familiar chills down their collective spines.

Jerry Andrews: Charles Lim has his hands full here, but he's forcing all of the extra people to leave the ringside.

Ace Anderson: The Darkness, the Harvesters, and Salvation are being expelled under protest from the ring.

Jerry Andrews: Seems the only way to keep things fair.

Ace Anderson: After some discussion on each side, it looks like Cory Steel will be kicking things off with Kelli Starr.

Jerry Andrews: There's the bell!

Ten Person Elimination Tag Team Match
Grimm, Seromine (International ©), Sadistic, Alexa Black (North American ©) & Cory Steel
vs
Dan Fierce, Kelli Starr, Nathan Saniti, Rick Majors & Lantlas
Referee: Charles Lim

The much smaller Dollface circles around the Bear, determination beaming out of her eyes. They lock up in the center of the ring, but Steel quickly tosses her to the corner. The look of shock on her face tells a story, but she gets back up at the beckoning of her opponent. They go to lock up again, but the faster Kelli ducks under it, climbing Cory like a tree, putting his head in scissors and flipping the large man over onto his back.

Now it's Steel's turn to be stunned as he lay on his back, but his respite doesn't last long before Kelli hits the ropes. As she does, Alexa plants a kick to the back of her head. That immediately drives N. Saniti into the ring in protest. As Lim attempts to remove the enraged Saniti from the ring, Steel drags Kelli to the opposing corner, driving stomp after stomp to her chest. Steel picks up the colorful woman easily and drives her down to the ring hard with a sit-out slam.

Jerry Andrews: Dollface is in serious trouble already here tonight.

Ace Anderson: Her troubles are only getting started. Here comes Alexa Black.

Black enters with an evil smirk on her face. She taunts the Madcap Magician as she drags Kelli to the center of the ring, paintbrushing her foe's face with her hand. N. Saniti tries to step into the ring, but the zebra and his team mates halt his progress. While the ref's attention is taken, Alexa uses a blatant choke to wear Kelli down. She drags Starr to the corner and tags in Billy Sadistic!

Sadistic's antifreeze green eyes glow with anticipation as he grabs up the downed Candy Girl. he snapmares Kelli down to the mat. Once. Twice. He picks her up for another one, but Kelli turns it into a small package. The ref only counts to two on a stunned Sadistic. As a reward for her efforts, he plants a foot to Kelli's back.

Sadistic Picks Kelli up, throwing her at the ropes. He ducks for a back body drop, but Kelli hooks the ropes to prevent it, kicking him square in the chest. Kelli collapses to the mat, crawling to her corner as Saniti and the others cheer her on. She feeds off of the encouragement, almost making it to the corner, but Sadistic snatches her by the leg and starts to drag her away from her corner. Kelli spins to her back and kicks herself free of the Phenom's grasp. She lunges forward, tagging in the other half of Psychedelica, N. Saniti.

The crowd cheers wildly as the Mystical Madman enters the ring. Saniti grimaces with glee as he and Sadistic lock up. Both men jockey for position until Sadistic forces Saniti to the neutral corner. The ref calls for a clean break, but Sadistic peppers his nemesis with fists and knees to the midsection. Lim crawls between the combatants, forcing separation. As he admonishes Sadistic, Black charges the corner, railing Saniti with a devastating clothesline.

Fierce tries to enter the fray, but the ref stops him cold. Sadistic tags in Grimm and the two double team Saniti until the zebra finally gets the Fabulous One out of the fray. Grimm pulls Saniti to his feet and smashes him with a devastating headbutt!

Jerry Andrews: Sword of Heimdall!

Ace Anderson: He's going for a cover. No! Only a long one count.

Grimm gathers his prey, planting Saniti face first with a Foddershock. He starts to choke Saniti out as the ref counts, and breaking the move at the four count. Grimm yanks Saniti to his feet, shoving him to the ropes and connecting with a back breaker on the rebound. Saniti yelps in agony, holding his back. Alexa begs to be let in as Grimm drags the prone magician to the corner and obliges.

Black leaps over the top rope, planting both feet deep into the chest of her adversary. N. Saniti tries to catch his breath as the North American Champion pulls him to his feet. Black drives him back to the mat forcefully. She hooks the leg, but only gets a one count before Saniti kicks out. She shoves him to the ropes, dropping for a back body drop that Saniti sees coming a mile away. He spins his back to hers, landing on his feet and stumbling backwards, tagging in... Lantlas!

The crowd goes absolutely nuts as the Elven Warrior scales the turnbuckles, smashing Black square in the mush with a corkscrew elbow. She backs Black to a corner with knife-edge chops, kicks, and jabs. With a flourish, Lantlas drives a foot to the gut that doubles Black over.

Jerry Andrews: The Elvish Tale!

Ace Anderson: Been a long time since the fans were treated to that move.

Lantlas puts the Angry Amazon on her shoulders, incapacitating her with a Flame of the West. She hooks the leg!

..1!

....2!

......3!

Alexa Black has been eliminated!

Jerry Andrews: The PCW legend gets the first fall in the match!

Ace Anderson: I love it!

The crowd goes crazy. As does Alexa, but in an entirely different way. She screams her frustration, attempting to get back into the ring after being forced out. Kelli waves bye to Alexa, who is still throwing a tantrum all the way back up the ramp. As Lantlas is distracted by the spectacle, Seromine sneaks into the ring, rolling her up, complete with a fistful of tights to try and get rid of the legendary figure. Lim drops, getting a two count before discovering the illegal move and breaking up the pin attempt.

Lantlas shoots to her feet, glowering at Seromine. They lock up in the center of the ring, both competitors attempting to gain the advantage. Lantlas manages to back Seromine to the ropes, whipping him to the opposite side, greeting his return with a drop toe hold and floating into a grapevine leg lock. Lantlas works on the knee as the ref checks for a submission, but Seromine refuses to quit. in spite of the Elven Warrior's efforts, Seromine manages to pull himself to the ropes to force the break.

Lantlas is quick to relinquish the hold, standing as he awaits his opponent to do the same. The Owl Masked Maniac hobbles to his feet circling his foe. As he gets to his corner, he tags in Grimm, glaring daggers at the meddlesome Middle-Earther.

Ace Anderson: Talk about a legendary confrontation, this would be it. Phinehas Grimm and Lantlas. Hoo boy!

Lantlas and Grimm size each other up. They tie up in the center of the ring, but it's short lived as lantlas uses her height and weight advantage to drive the Lord of Misrule to the turnbuckle. There, she unloads a bevy of chops that leave the fair skinned Hangtown Horror's chest a bright red. She heaves him at the opposite side, connecting with a double footed drop kick to the chest that wilts Grimm to the mat face first. Lantlas pulls the Lord of Misrule to his feet, nailing him with a missile drop kick. Grimm crashes out onto the floor through the ropes.

Sadistic rushes to his brother's side, encouraging him to get up. Neither man sees the Elven Warrior gain momentum from the ropes across the ring for a suicide dive that takes both of the Hangtown horrors to the floor with a thunderous crash. Lantlas bounds to her feet in a scream of adrenaline that the Faithful echoes. The legend doesn't see the unmasked Cultist hiding in the audience. As the ref's attention is applied to the pile of tangled limbs that are the Brothers Dillinger, the Grizzly smashes Lantlas with a folded chair before reapplying his mask and disappearing back into the audience.

Sadistic rolls his brother back into the ring at the five count, then circles like a buzzard around the fallen legend. Sadistic drops to all fours, barking insults at Lantlas and headbutting him for punctuation. As the ref gets to a count of nine, Grimm interrupts him, pulling his attention from the downed competitor. Sadistic and Seromine both wail away with stomps and punches until the zebra finally returns his gaze to the action outside of the ring. He sees the shenanigans happening, slides out of the ring to admonish the two team mates, and orders them back to their corner or risk disqualification.

Sadistic tosses Lantlas back into the ring before obeying the ref's instructions. Grimm slings Lantlas to the ropes planting her with a sit-out power bomb that shakes the ring from the impact. Sadistic stretches out his hand and his brother tags out. Sadistic drops to all fours again, raining headbutt after headbutt on the Elven Warrior.

Jerry Andrews: Lantlas needs out of there in the worst way.

Ace Anderson: I have to say, Team Grimm had done a great job of cutting the ring in half.

Sadistic elevates Lantlas in a delayed suplex, making sure that the blood rushes to her head properly before bringing her back to the mat violently. Sadistic stands Lantlas, marching her over to the top turnbuckle, and introducing them to each other repeatedly. He drags her out of the corner by giving her eyes a rope burn across the top rope. The fans jeer madly at the Phenom's chicanery. Lantlas withers to the mat, clutching at her eyes, blindly reaching out to her team mates that she can hear. Sadistic stalks over to her, hammering her with a double axe handle blows to the back as she tries to crawl to her corner.

Thinking quickly, Dan Fierce ducks into the ring just long enough to get the ref's attention. He ducks back out, knowing that Seromine and Grimm wouldn't be able to resist the chance to triple team Lantlas. The ref spins just in time to see the two of them approaching and shoos them out. Sadistic hits the ropes, to perform a punt to Lantlas, but Fierce catches him, plants a huge kiss on the bearded madman and hits a neck breaker over the top rope that levels the Dillinger Brother. Dan catches a bit of flak from his team mates for his actions, but he just shrugs it off as "just business." Majors takes particular exception to his actions, but Lantlas finally makes it to her corner and tags in the Number One Contender.

Majors leaps over the top rope, landing an elbow drop to the back of Sadistic's head. He stands the Phenom up, wrenching the arm and smashing a foot into his face. Majors heaves Sadistic to the ropes, nearly decapitating the former World Champ with the Centre of Attention spinning heel kick. He pulls Sadistic to half-standing and drives his knees into the gut, wearing one half of the Hangtown Horrors down. Another trip to the ropes yields a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker... And a blind tag from Cory Steel.

As Majors drops for a pin, the legal man rushes in, driving his full weight behind a double axe handle to the small of the back. Majors yowls in agony as the Bear stomps the target area ruthlessly. Steel shoves Majors at the ropes, smashing the tender back with a spinebuster slam. He heaves Majors upwards and brings him right back down with a jack knife. He hooks a leg.

..1!

....2!

NO!

Steel slaps the mat in frustration, yanking Majors to his feet. As he does, Majors breaks free, fighting his way out to put some distance between himself and his assailant. Once space has been gained, he rushes the ropes, flattening Steel with a flying forearm to the temple. Both men are down as the ref begins to count.

1!

2!

Steel begins to stir, his team mates chomping at the bit to get into the fray.

3!

4!

5!

Majors struggles to all fours as Cory kneels, almost fully vertical.

6!

Steel charges Majors, who drops down as the Bear hits the ropes chest first. Majors rolss him up with a schoolboy pin.

..1!

....2!

......3!

Cory Steel has been eliminated!

Before Majors can even catch his breath, Seromine enters the fight, smashing Majors with stiff rights and lefts. Tucking his opponent's head under his arm, Seromine connects with a standing suplex that rattles the rafters. Majors gets up on spaghetti legs. Seromine rushes at him, but Majors feints over to his corner, tagging in Dan Fierce!
Seromine, completely unaware of the tag, attempts to pull Majors back into the ring. The Fabulous One uses this as a chance to climb the top rope and fly off with a leg lariat that sends PCW's resident Jim Jones over the top rope. Fierce jumps down to the floor, reaching under the ring. He produces a rainbow cup filled with a reddish liquid. Despite the warnings of the zebra, he pours the liquid over the head of the leader of Salvation.

Jerry Andrews: Did... Did he just pour Kool-aid on Seromine?

Ace Anderson: I hope that's what it was.

Placing the cup on top of Seromine's head like a party hat, Fierce does a front flip, clocking the Cultist across the neck with a foot. He picks up his refreshment soaked foe, rolling him into the ring. Dan quickly regains the ring, bounding off of the ropes for momentum. but as he goes to jump over the artist formerly known as Anarchist, his opponent grabs his feet, tripping him to fall neck first on the second rope. The Fabulous One gasps for breath as Seromine regains a vertical base. Seromine step onto the ring apron, hitting a guillotine leg drop across Fierce's head, adding injury to more injury.

Seromine pulls Fierce to his feet, working on the neck a bit more with a spike DDT. Dan seems like he's nearly out on his feet. Seromine mails him to the nearest corner, following close behind with a European uppercut that nearly send the Fabulous One over the ropes, instead the impact draping him over the corner. Seromine reaches through the ropes, pulling Fierce's head down. The ref rushes in to break up the hold at the count of four. Seromine eyeballs the zebra threateningly before yanking Dan to the mat unceremoniously.

Leading him around with a fistful of glorious locks, Seromine shoves Dan into no-man's land, stomping the life from him until Grimm asks to be tagged in. Seromine obliges, but both men put the boots to the Flamboyant One. Seromine evacuates before being DQed as Grimm snapmares Fierce from the corner. N. Saniti, Kelli Starr, Majors, and Lantlas all rally the fans behind Dan while Grimm uses him for a punching bag.

Jerry Andrews: Lament Configuration! Grimm's going for a cover!

Ace Anderson: No! Kick out at two!

Grimm protests at the ref, pulling Fierce to his feet. The Fabulous One uses the distraction to his advantage, clubbing Grimm with forearm uppercuts, and driving him back to a neutral corner. Grimm gets flung to the opposite side of the ring, where Dan rushes in with a leg lariat. The Lord of Misrule melts to the mat, Dan charges across again, landing in a bronco buster across Grimm's chest. Fierce stands up, grabbing both of Grimm's legs and yanking him out of the corner with the third pull. Fierce collapses near his corner to tag in N. Saniti!

The Mystical Madman hits Grimm with a front flip leg drop of his own. Saniti pulls Grimm into a double underhook suplex, planting him in the corner. Saniti scales the turnbuckles setting up for a will-o-the-wisp, but Sadistic knocks him off of the ropes and into a rather precarious landing. An enraged Kelli tries to enter the ring, but Lim orders her back out as Grimm tags in Seromine. Seromine wastes no time in yanking the injured Saniti to the mat and rolling him up for a cover. The ref never sees Seromine using the corner for added leverage as he makes the count.

Ace Anderson: Saniti is the first to be eliminated from his team!

Jerry Andrews: The odds are still in their favor four-to-three.

N. Saniti has been eliminated!

Kelli explodes onto the scene, scaling the corner and driving a dropkick deep onto Seromine's back even before Saniti is out of the ring. Both members of Psychedelica stomp the cult leader in time as dubstep music blares over the speakers. N. Saniti leaves before he gets Kelli disqualified. Kelli hip tosses Seromine into her corner as Saniti gathers his hat. Suddenly, Seromine yelps in pain, grasping his neck. Kelli drives a series of knees into his back, finally seeing the hatpin the Madcap Magician had snuck into the battle.

She drops Seromine to the mat, screaming at the ref to distract him while N. Saniti regains his property. As he leaves at last, the drugged Seromine staggers to his feet. Kelli spins and leap, hitting a Cherry on Top. She scampers up the turnbuckles and flies into the air, landing with both knees to his chest.

Jerry Andrews: Kelli Dropped the Bass!

Ace Anderson: Holy cow! Seromine has been eliminated! Just that quick!


Seromine has been eliminated!

Speaking of quick, Grimm wastes no time in entering the ring, connecting with a backstabber kneedrop. Kelli squeals in pain and surprise as Grimm tries for another quick elimination, but the ref only gets a long one count. Kelli is fast to stand, as is Grimm. She charges in for a tornado DDT, but Grimm shoves her off, sending her careening to the opposite side, where a very impatient Sadistic is waiting. He grabs a fistful of colorful hair, pinning her to the mat out of the ref's line of sight. Grimm goes for another pin!

..1!

....2!

......Thr-NO!

Kelli manages to buck the Lord of Misrule, but Sadistic keeps hold of her hair until Lim finally spies his efforts. He orders the Phenom to release her hair and return to his corner, but he doesn't go quietly. He pulls her head to the ring edge and works her over with a blatant choke, breaking at the count of four. Grimm stands Kelli up, chopping her in the chest and backing her to their corner. Realizing she's trapped, Kelli fights valiantly as Sadistic gets tagged in, but the Hangtown Horrors use the full extent of the five count to stomp the resistance out of her.

As Grimm plants a foot on her hair to keep her in place, Sadistic climbs the neutral corner, executing a beautiful swan dive headbutt. Grimm releases his entrapment as his brother puts Kelli onto his shoulders for a running power slam. Again, he goes for a cover, but the resilient Candy Girl manages to just get her shoulder up before the third slap of the mat.

Grimm drops a leg across her chest, then an elbow, followed by a delayed headbutt that hits its mark. Grimm snags her legs, lifting and then dropping her with a Foddershock. He grapevines his limbs with her arms and neck, pulling the grip tight,

Ace Anderson: The Winding Stair!

Jerry Andrews: The ref's check for a choke. Kelli's hanging in there.

A panicked look crosses Kelli's face as the zebra checks for a submission. Grimm extends a hand for Sadistic to grab, adding to the leverage. Within seconds, Kelli has no choice but to submit.

Kelli Starr has been eliminated!

Dan Fierce leaps into the ring as Grimm spins around with a smirk on his face, but his joviality is short-lived when Fierce drives a boot to his midsection. MAKEOVER!

..1!

....2!

......3!

Grimm has been eliminated!

Left all alone, Sadistic charges into the ring to save the pinfall, but he's too late. Fierce, Majors, and Lantlas are all left after they have pared down his team to just him. He tugs at his own hair in disbelief, growling at them through gritted teeth. He charges in, driving a knee deep into the soft tissue of Fierce's back, but he inadvertently sends the Fabulous One to his own corner. Fierce turns around , grinning widely as Lantlas begs to be tagged in. Dan obliges as the Elven Warrior enters to tangle with a seething Phenom.

Jerry Andrews: It's three-on-one against Sadistic now!

Ace Anderson: Those are not odds that anyone wants.

The crowd pops loudly as the two connect for battle. Lantlas uses her strength to ply the Dillinger Brother back to a corner. She punishes him with knife-edge chops and finishes off with a kick to the head that causes him to reacquaint himself with gravity. She props Sadistic up in the corner, charging in for a spear that knocks the wind right out of the Phenom's sails. She does it again. She leaps over the doubled over Sadistic onto the top turnbuckle and down with a double stomp that drives him down into the mat.

She picks him up again, planting a missile dropkick that staggers him back into the corner. One final time, she charges in for a spear, but this time the wily wildman maneuvers out of the path, causing her shoulder to connect with the ring post. Sadistic wraps his arms around her, tossing her with a release German suplex. He follows in with a double footed dropkick to her head that spins her like a propeller nearly out of the ring.

Unrelenting, Sadistic picks her up, thumbing her eye for good measure in the process. A spinning belly-to-belly suplex lands her right back on the mat. Sadistic locks in a crossface, wrenching back on the neck and shoulder.

Jerry Andrews: Phenomenal!

Ace Anderson: We haven't seen that move in a long time.

Sadistic continues to apply the pressure, but the legendary Elf refuses to submit. Mustering what strength she can, Lantlas pulls herself to the ring ropes for the break, but Sadistic hangs on until the bitter end before he's forced to let it go. The damage done to her shoulder and neck, Sadistic stomps furiously, finally yanking her away from the ropes. He stands her almost completely up before crashing her back down with a devastating DDT. He slings Lantlas to the ropes one last time, managing a tornado DDT that earns him a three count.

Lantlas has been eliminated!

A collective gasp erupts from the audience as Lantlas rolls out of the ring. Majors goes to work on the Phenom as the Faithful begin chanting.

Thank you, Lantlas!

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Thank you, Lantlas!

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A very grateful Lantlas wipes a tear from her eye as she waves to the crowd, making her way back to the locker rooms. She pauses one last time to wave at the fans and take a bow.

Jerry Andrews: Wow. I'm still in shock that we even got to see Lantlas in a PCW ring one more time.

Ace Anderson: Just incredible. What a mystery partner!

Jerry Andrews: And what a match we're having!

Meanwhile, inside the ring, the action hasn't stopped. Majors has kicked, punched, and stomped an already weary Sadistic. He smashes Sadistic's skull into the mat with a brain buster suplex, following it up with an enziguri to the back of the head. He quickly tags in Fierce who all but echoes his partner's attack, making sure that Sadistic doesn't have time to shake off the cobwebs. Another quick tag brings Majors back in.

The pair keep their feet moving on their opponent. Sadistic tries to fight back and turn things around on Majors after a telegraphed attempt at a back body drop. Sadistic drops an elbow on the back of his head. He spins Majors over for a pin attempt, but Majors is too close to the ropes and gets a foot up before a one count.

Sadistic wobbles to his feet, pulling his foe with him. He whips Majors to the ropes, but it gets reversed. Sadistic comes off the ropes to a spinebuster slam. Majors draws Sadistic into a Tainted Excellence DDT. He goes for a cover, but the ref is slow to get into position and only gets a short two count. Majors smacks the mat in anger, dragging Sadistic to his corner for another tag.

Jerry Andrews: Good teamwork here by Majors and Fierce.

Dan stands Sadistic up, groping his chest before lighting it up with some "WOO-inducing" knife-edge chops. Fierce plants a foot under the chin and stretches upwards. Lim calls for a break out of the corner, and Dan complies. The Fabulous One turns Sadistic around for a belly-to-back suplex, making sure to tantalize the crowd with a bit of grinding prior to dropping the Phenom on the back of his head. Fierce runs the ropes, dropping a knee on the back of the head and rolling through. He stands Sadistic up in the corner, tossing a handful of glitter into the air before he leaps up for a hurricanrana, but Sadistic holds onto the ropes, letting Dan meet the mat without his victim.

Sadistic rolls Fierce up for a pin, attempting to use the turnbuckles for added leverage, but Lim sees the trickery and refuses the pin count. Sadistic yells his rage at the zebra, yanking Fierce up to his feet and whipping him to the ropes. Sadistic nearly powerslams Fierce through the mat, hooking a leg for another cover.

..1!

....2!

......Thre-NO!

Majors tries to get the audience to rally behind Fierce as Sadistic wears him down with a rear naked choke. The ref asks for a submission, but Dan is fading too fast to answer. A check of the arm, and it falls limply by his side. Another yields the same result. One final check, and the arm stops short of a knockout as the fans get Fierce's blood pumping. Sadistic shakes his head in disbelief as Dan stands up with the bearded brawler still attached to him. The Fabulous One staggers backwards, accidentally knocking Sadistic right into Fierce's own team mate, and Majors falls off of the apron and onto the floor.

Jerry Andrews: Majors is down on the arena floor now and he looks hurt.

Ace Anderson: He landed pretty awkwardly there.

Sadistic and Fierce begin unloading on each other with rights and lefts. Each competitor is throwing all that they have at one another. Sadistic now charges with a clothesline. Fierce has the same idea and both men collide in the center of the ring.

Jerry Andrews: Both men are down on the mat now.

Slowly they pull themselves up to their feet, both using the ropes. Fierce staggers over towards Sadistic and....

Jerry Andrews: Kick! Sadistic DDT!

Ace Anderson: Out of nowhere! There's the cover!

Majors tries to make it into the ring for the save, but he gets there just a split second too late, falling to the mat with a dive.

..1!

....2!

......3!

Dan Fierce has been eliminated!

Sadistic rolls off of Fierce and lies on the mat, breathing heavily.

Ace Anderson: Sadistic has fought back from three-on-one odds and evened things up, but it has clearly taken a toll on him!

Jerry Andrews: He's struggling to stand and... Wait... Majors is up!

Rick Majors sees a worn out and beaten Sadistic struggling to get up from the mat and he takes advantage with a quick roll-up as Sadistic tries to get up!

..1!

....2!

......3!

Jerry Andrews: He's done it! It's over!

Sadistic has been eliminated!

The crowd cheers!

Ace Anderson: What a match!

Here are your winners, the team of Rick Majors, Dan Fierce, Lantlas, Kelli Starr and N. Saniti!

Majors slowly gets to his feet and raises his arms in the air.

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, what a night we have had! Thank you for watching this special episode and thank you to everyone who has made 200 episodes of Trauma possible!

Ace Anderson: We couldn't have done it without you guys at home watching each and every show!

Jerry Andrews: Thanks for watching and we'll see you next time for Trauma 201! Good night everyone!

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