Collision Course 5 Results

[Rick Majors]

PCW Collision Course 5
Sunday December 18th, 2016

This could be all the heaven you see
Life can be wicked, mean and cold
Could this be the end of your living terror
Come with me and I’ll train your soul good
On the high road
(On the high road)
I will take you higher
(I will take you higher)
Till the world explodes
(Till the world explodes)
Just like a super collider
(like a super collider)

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

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm Jerry Andrews and welcome to Collision Course!

Ace Anderson: Woo! I'm Ace Anderson and, man, I am excited!

Jerry Andrews: What a huge event we have for you tonight! All PCW titles will be on the line, plus, we'll name a new number one contender for the PCW World Championship!

Ace Anderson: And then, in our main event, finally, Dan Fierce will challenge Murdoc one-on-one for the PCW World Championship! This one has been months in the making!

Jerry Andrews: Can Dan Fierce accomplish his dream and become PCW World Champion? I can't wait to find out!

Ace Anderson: I just hope Murdoc shows up.

Jerry Andrews: Don't even joke about that.

Ace Anderson: Hey, it's a possibility. We haven't seen him since he walked out at PCW Trauma 200.

Jerry Andrews: He is contractually obligated to compete here tonight and to defend his title, so I believe he will be here.

Ace Anderson: I certainly hope so.

Jerry Andrews: Well, two people who ARE both in the building are our competitors in our first match! Two relative newcomers will face off one-on-one here tonight in our opening contest.

Ace Anderson: I love to see new blood appearing on PCW pay-per-view for the first time! You just know they'll give everything they have to make a mark on the company!

"Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall..."

The opening notes of "In The Morning And Amazing" by Circa Survive begins to play. The big screen shows shots of Kyle’s matches. Kyle Shane steps slowly out onto the stage. The Assassins hood to his longcoat is pulled low over his face. The distinctive voice of Anthony Green hits the bridge:

"And how could anyone
You are in my dreams
Half human, half machine
You with someone else that I have felt and seen
I cannot rest, or my consciousness contest
Looking right through the lens
From winter brings the spring again"

Kyle tilts his head back and holds his arms out, taking in the reception of the crowd. For the PCW faithful that are just getting to know him, there is a modest show of respect, but the truly dedicated that have followed his career stir mightily. Some on the sides of the aisles even make a fanning bow motion as Kyle walks by. 1/2 the way down the aisle, Kyle pivots, holding his arms up to either side of him. He climbs onto the apron. Kyle balances on the ropes for a moment, points to himself and smirks, holding his arms out, and then he hops down, takes off his longcoat and stretches a few times to get ready.

"... introducing first, from Boston, Massachusetts: KYLE SHANE!"

The lights dim to near pitch-black levels. After a brief moment of silence, “Power to the People” by John Lennon begins to play on over the PA announce system and throughout the Pure Class Wrestling arena. All eyes are on the entrance area, the only light from a single spotlight above can be seen as a large tank like silhouette of a male figure comes walking on out from the back area accompanied by what looks to be his personal security team.

As a very assured Desmond Campbell the II walks on out onto the entrance stage, his upper torso can be seen covered in a maroon colored cloak, as he slowly makes his presence felt, he steps out into the entrance aisle, as he does various chants of approval and chants of “USA” and “Thank you Desmond!!!” can be heard as fans come to see their American hero make his entrance into the Pure Class Wrestling arena.

Campbell the II slowly takes in the cheers and chants from those cheering him on and welcoming, as he throws off his maroon cloak revealing his large tank like frame of a body which can be seen glistening underneath the pulsating white light that shines down upon him. Campbell the II can be seen oozing with nothing but confidence as he makes his presence felt throughout the arena, Desmond signals for a microphone, doing so he raises the mic to his mouth.

Desmond Campbell the II: "Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls here in attendance, please welcome a true American Hero... hailing from Washington, D.C... weighing in tonight at 250 pounds… he stands before you at approximately 6 Feet in height he is the the Son of Old Glory... he is yours truly... DEEEESMOND CAMPBELLLL THE SECOND!!!"

As Campbell the II introduces himself to the fans of Pure Class Wrestling, he drops the mic and begins jetting on down the aisle as he can be seen slowly getting closer to the ring he’s swarmed with various chants of “We the People!!!” can be heard throughout the arena like that of a swarm of angered wasp swarming out of a wasp nest as the chants continue to linger on, nearly drowning out his entrance music.

Campbell the II slides into the ring and does the United States of America salute before walking on over to the nearest ring post and slithers on up the ring post like a snake, as he does he throws up one of his arms ((Viva Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson)) as he continues to soak in the cheers and chants from the nearby fans and those around the arena as he waits for the bell.

Jerry Andrews: Desmond Campbell the II making his PCW debut here tonight at Collision Course. It will be interesting to see what he's made of!

Ace Anderson: I dig his ring entrance.

Singles Match
Kyle Shane vs Desmond Campbell the II
Referee: Nigel Gale

As the referee calls for the bell, the two men start to jock for position. After a few moments, Shane sends Campbell down using a back elbow. Shane climbs the ropes.

Ace Anderson: Not even a minute into the match and Shane is going to take a chance here.

Jerry Andrews: Campbell has got to regain his composure here.

Shane dives off nailing Campbell with a Diving Leg Drop!

Jerry Andrews: What a shot!

Ace Anderson: Here's the first cover of the match.....

1....
2....

Ace Anderson: Campbell got his shoulder up!!!

Bouncing off the ropes, Shane attempts an elbow drop but Campbell moves out of the way. Getting up slowly, Campbell picks up Shane and delivers a hard bodyslam. Looking at the turnbuckle, Campbell attempts to take a chance.

Ace Anderson: Campbell taking a big chance here!

Jerry Andrews: INCOMING!!!

Ace Anderson: NO! Nobody home!!

Jerry Andrews: We've seen both of these guys take some pretty big chances in the opening moments of this match.

Ace Anderson: This is the first PCW pay-per-view for both men, so they want to make a big impression!

As both superstars get up slowly, Shane grabs Campbell and whips him to the ropes but Campbell counters and as Shane comes back from the opposite side, he nails Campbell with a spin kick!

Ace Anderson: Now that had to hurt!

Jerry Andrews: And now Shane can give himself time to gain his composure a bit.

Springing to his feet, Shane measures Campbell and sends him back down with a back elbow and begins to lay in the boots. Mounting Campbell, Shane begins to lay in some vicious right hands to Campbell's head. Bouncing off the ropes, Shane nails Campbell with an elbow drop. Bringing Campbell to the outside, Shane kicks Campbell in the gut and follows it up with a bulldog on the outside! Picking up Campbell, Shane throws him back into the ring.

Ace Anderson: Kyle Shane has got the upper hand now!

Sliding underneath the bottom rope, Shane picks Campbell up and delivers a body slam. He then picks up Campbell again and nails him with a neckbreaker. Going behind Campbell, Shane delivers a devastating German suplex!

Jerry Andrews: What a move by Shane! Campbell has got to be out here!

Ace Anderson: Here's the cover...

1....

2.....

Jerry Andrews: Kickout by Campbell!

Ace Anderson: Man that was close!

Helping Campbell to his feet again, Shane backs him into a corner and starts to lay in some brutal shoulder blocks into Campbell's stomach. Whipping Campbell to the opposite side, Shane shoulders Campbell face and pulls him out to the center of the ring.

Jerry Andrews: What a match thus far! The newcomer Kyle Shane is showing some serious stuff at the moment.

Ace Anderson: Campbell just hasn't been able to get a feel of the ring and that's what he needs to do if he wants to win this match up.

As Shane attempts to irish whip Campbell, but he reverses it and attempts a clothesline but Shane ducks and and as he comes back he runs into a drop toe hold.

Jerry Andrews: Campbell is starting to come back here.

Getting up quickly, Shane whips Campbell to the ropes and nails him with a vicious clothesline. Picking him up again, Shane delivers a belly to belly suplex. Raising Campbell to his feet, Shane attempts a vertical suplex but Campbell counters and nails Shane with a dangerous DDT. Using what he has left, Campbell bounces off the ropes and connects with a running punt kick to Shane's head!

Ace Anderson: He calls that the Patriot Act!

Jerry Andrews: What a devastating move! And a cover!

The referee makes the count.

1.....

2......

Jerry Andrews: No! Shane gets his foot on the rope!

Ace Anderson: How much more do these two superstars have left?

Campbell the II pulls Kyle Shane up, but Shane gives Campbell a stiff kick to the head. Kyle Shane begins to deliver some stiff jabs. With Campbell reeling, he ducks Shane's fourth jab and from out of nowhere he scores with a big suplex!.

Jerry Andrews: He has a lateral press on Shane! The referee is counting.

1.....

2.....

NO!

Jerry Andrews: Shane kicked out!

Campbell gets up and drags Shane to the turnbuckle. He looks to slam Kyle Shane's face into the corner, but Shane nails Campbell in the gut with a knee and then executes the head smash. Campbell stumbles towards the middle of the ring and Shane sends him to the canvas with a big double arm DDT. Then he pulls Campbell the II up and...

Ace Anderson: Pieces of Eden!

Jerry Andrews: The cover... 1... 2...

3!

Ace Anderson: Got him!

Jerry Andrews: A hard fought victory for this up and coming PCW superstar and a great opening match between these two newcomers!

Ace Anderson: The future is bright for PCW!

Winner: Kyle Shane by Pinfall

Jerry Andrews: That's a hell of a way to start off the show, and we're going to keep the momentum going with a HUGE Underground Title match!

Ace Anderson: I love the Underground!

"The following is scheduled for ONE FALL and it is for the PCW Underground Championship! Introducing first, he weighs in at 210 lbs... the former King of the Underground... Lunacy!!"

"The Lotion" by Greenskeepers hits on the PA, and a deep rumbling comes from the entranceway. Everyone near at ringside starts looking around in confusion at this unconventional shaking. Is it an earthquake? Was the writer of a match given creative license to do whatever he wanted in an entrance? Suddenly, the long gun barrel of a tank comes poking out, and a heavily armored attack vehicle comes rumbling out. The crowd explodes. It's an actual, Army surplus, Desert Storm era tank being driven down the ramp. Mark Maylock, muscle and enforcer of Anarchy, is riding shotgun by hanging off the side. The crowd is awed by this entrance. As the tank's treads cover ground up to the bottom of the entrance ramp, it slows to a crawl, and the hatch on top swings open. Lunacy emerges.

Jerry Andrews: I DON'T BELIEVE WHAT WE'RE SEEING!

Ace Anderson: Did this dude drive a freaking tank to the ring?!

Jerry Andrews: We all know Lunacy is unpredictable and mercurial, and liable to do anything, but this takes the cake!

Ace Anderson: I think it's symbolic, the former King of the Underground is showing he's willing to go to war to reclaim his Underground championship.

"And his first opponent, he weighs in at 227 lbs... TYRONE... "CRAZY BOY"... SMITH!"

The lights flicker and fade out as the pulsating beats of Dope Star Inc's "10000 Watts of Artificial Pleasure" pops on the PA system. Smoke fills the arena as a figure stands in the middle of it. All the sudden, Crazy Boy comes out of the smoke and pumps a fist in the air. He walks down the entryway and climbs the ropes of the ring. He bounces around the ropes a few times, pumps his fist in the air one last time and waits for his opponent to come.

Jerry Andrews: The crowd is on it's feet for Crazy Boy!

Ace Anderson: Easily everyone's pick for this match, as the consensus from these people is either "Oh god why" or "please no"!

"And finally, the Champion. He weighs in at 300 lbs, he is the King of the Underground, CORY STEEL!"

"Thunderkiss '65" hits on the PA and the champion comes walking onto the stage with a scowl and a purpose. He unsnaps the belt from around his waist and holds it up in the air to the boos of the crowd. He looks at Lunacy's tank in disdain for a moment, then he taunts the two men in the ring. Lunacy converses with Mark Maylock as Cory Steel takes his time walking around the side of the ring.

Ace Anderson: The champion is looking like a mountain for these two men to climb tonight.

PCW Underground Championship
Cory Steel (Underground 👑) vs Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith vs Lunacy
Referee: Ed Lane

Steel goes to the ropes and stands there, towering over the top rope and holding his title up, talking trash to a few people at ringside. The crowd then heavily begins booing. Steel hops down and points to Tyrone and Lunacy and starts running them down as well, saying that they aren't worth shit and he is the champion. Tyrone and Lunacy both look at each other, nonplussed, nod their heads upward in frustration, and then they both level Steel with a right hand at the same time. Steel stumbles to his feet, and he turns towards Tyrone, who nails him with a right hand, sending him staggering over into Lunacy, who also hits him with a right hand. The two of them go back and forth, making him stumble from one to the other and getting hit with rights from both of them. Lunacy floors Steel with one final heavy right hand. Steel, dazed, begins crawling towards the ropes to try and get out of the ring, but both Lunacy and Tyrone each grab a foot and pull him in. they lift him up to his feet, whip him to the ropes, and on the return take him down with a double flapjack. Steel rolls around the mat, holding his chest in pain, and Tyrone grins in satisfaction. They both wait for Steel to get to his feet, and as he does, using the ropes to get to his feet, Lunacy and Tyrone charge in and clothesline Steel over the top rope to the outside. The crowd pops.

Jerry Andrews: We are seeing an uncommon level of cooperation between Lunacy and Tyrone tonight!

Ace Anderson: Don't be fooled, as soon as they realize it's every man for himself things will really break down! ... (farts)

Jerry Andrews: Oh my god, why did you do that?!

Ace Anderson: It's every man for himself, Jerry.

Lunacy exits the ring, and starts walking towards Steel, gripping him by the back of his head and walking him over to the announce table. Tyrone walks over to check on him. Lunacy bounces Steel's head off the table, and Tyrone looks at Lunacy for a second, then he grips Steel's head and smacks it off the table as well. Lunacy tilts his head at Tyrone, then grimaces angrily as he takes the champion's head and bounces it off the table. The two go back and forth with this in a contest of one-upsmanship, then Lunacy holds his arm out to make Tyrone back away, and he grabs Steel' head and begins bouncing it off the table for a ten-count, with the crowd counting along. Steel can barely stand, even with the table to prop him up. Tyrone looks annoyed at Lunacy, and he pushes him to the side and he grabs Steel by the head and gives him a ten-count combo of slamming him face first on the table, as the crowd counts along. Tyrone gives one final, authoritative slam off the table. Lunacy, a snarl on his face, stares at Tyrone the whole time as he shoo's him away again, then he grips Steel by the back of the head, gets a running start and rams him face first into the steel ringpost. Steel is laid out in the aisle as if unconscious or...

Ace Anderson: Stop, you're giving him a tumor!!

Tyrone whips Lunacy around by the shoulder, and the two start arguing. As he does this, The Judge comes up and starts helping a limp Cory Steel up to his feet and dusting his shoulders off. Steel doesn't look too aware of where he is. Tyrone spots Judge, and starts moving towards him. Judge steps back with an "Oh shit" look on his face, and he runs away from Tyrone. Tyrone then simply boots Cory Steel over the guardrail. Tyrone stares at Steel for a second, as he spills into audience member's laps. Then Tyrone turns and Lunacy drops him with a clothesline. Lunacy lifts Tyrone up and rolls him into the ring, climbing in after him. Lunacy gives Tyrone a few clubbing blows to the back, then he runs off the ropes and hits a Million dollar knee lift to the temple. Lunacy paces around, getting fired up, and Tyrone gets to his feet, as Lunacy drops him with a sidewalk slam.

Jerry Andrews: The alliance is over before it began!

One... Kickout.

Lunacy lifts Tyrone up onto his shoulders, holding him in position for a Death valley driver, which he calls Thorazine. He turns to all four sides of the ring, showing off his strength, but then Cory Steel gets back in the ring and charges towards Lunacy. Lunacy simply ducks down and connects with the incoming Cory so that Steel is stacked up on top of Tyrone's back, also in the Death Valley Driver position, then Lunacy drops both men with a double Death Valley Driver in a display of strength. Lunacy stares at both men, laid out on the mat, and he begins stomping his foot in anticipation. He motions for Tyrone to get up, and as Tyrone gets to his feet Lunacy boots him in the gut and gives him a swinging cradle suplex. Lunacy looks at Steel, and hunches over, getting in a stalking position as he waits for Steel to get up as well, and as he does, unsteady on his feet, Lunacy spins him around and goes to hook his head to hit a diamond cutter, but Steel pushes Lunacy off, and when Lunacy turns back around Steel quickly grips his neck and plunges downward with a diamond cutter of his own. Steel gets to his feet, holding a fist up weakly to the crowd as he wobbles over to Tyrone. He goes to lift Tyrone up, but Tyrone cuts him off by elbowing him in the temple, getting in position from the side and dropping him face first with a front Russian legsweep.

Jerry Andrews: All three men have broken out some pretty heavy artillery, and we haven't even gotten to the hardcore stuff.

Ace Anderson: Let's not forget that Lunacy has an actual freaking tank cannon pointed right at the ring, would he be insane enough to bomb us?

Jerry Andrews: Let us sincerely hope not.

Ace Anderson: We could get a hashtag started at least, like #prayforace

Jerry Andrews: What the hell is wrong with you?!

After a moment, all three men make their way to their feet. Steel throws a right hand at Lunacy, and Lunacy staggers over a few steps to find Tyrone in front of him, and he throws a right of his own at Tyrone. Steel fires a right at Tyrone, and then the two of them start going back forth with right hands. Suddenly, out of the corner of their eye, they see Lunacy running at them from the side, and then both Steel and Tyrone duck a double clothesline attempt from Lunacy. Lunacy turns around and they boot him in the gut and take Lunacy down with a double suplex. Tyrone "Crazy Boy" grins triumphantly and begins pointing and shouting choice words at the fallen Lunacy. Cory Steel just cocks his head at Smith, then comes behind him and taps him on the shoulder. Steel looks around at him, and suddenly Cory grips Tyrone around the throat. Crazy Boy struggles in Steel's grasp, then the mammoth Steel uses all of his strength to lift Crazy Boy up in a press slam position, holding him in the air. Suddenly, with his back turned, Lunacy comes in and chop blocks Steel in the knee. Cory Steel goes falling down, and Tyrone falls down on top of him. Lunacy then gets a running start off the ropes and comes in with a splash over both men. He makes a double cover.

Ace Anderson: It's a dog pile, just like the one I found you in under all those guys in that bath house that one time, Jerry.

Jerry Andrews: What have I told you about giving people the wrong idea?

The referee counts the pin.

One...

Two... Kickout.

Lunacy gets to his feet. He picks up Steel, and hooks him in position for a stalling vertical suplex, but Steel starts resisting, only getting halfway up before he starts kicking his legs to stay down, then Tyrone comes in behind Lunacy and grips him for a German suplex while Lunacy is attempting to vertical suplex on Steel, flinging both men to the ring. Tyrone holds on to Lunacy, lifting him back up for another German suplex and beginning a German suplex combo, hitting one, two, three German suplexes in a row and hanging on afterwards for another one. Lunacy is flailing his arms, looking to grab purchase on the ropes or anything to block the German suplex, and he finds a rising Steel and grabs on to his waistband with all of his might, gripping Cory in a waistlock of his own. Tyrone German suplexes Lunacy again, which in turn sends Cory flying across the ring. Steel rolls to the apron. Lunacy is laid out on the mat. Tyrone walks over to the ropes and climbs to the top, waiting for Lunacy to get to his feet, before he comes off and hits Lunacy with a missile dropkick.

Jerry Andrews: There's the Crazy Drop!

Tyrone goes for a cover.

One...

Two... Kickout.

Steel starts getting to his feet, and as Tyrone gets up he turns towards Steel, knees him in the gut, and grabs him by the back of the hair and the seat of his pants and throws him to the outside. Tyrone turns back towards Lunacy, but Lunacy surprises him with a jawbreaker. Tyrone stumbles away, holding his face, and then Lunacy turns him around, hooks his arms in position, and hits a lifting t-bone suplex on Tyrone. Lunacy drops an elbow across the chest of Tyrone, then he begins booting him down and screaming that this is his time. He locks in a camel clutch with his knee dug into Tyrone's back, and he screams for Tyrone to give up. Tyrone starts struggling towards the ropes. After a moment, Lunacy gets off the hold. He then gives a few violent knee drops to the small of Tyrone's back, then he reapplies the hold. The referee asks Tyrone if he gives up, but Tyrone, grimacing in pain, shakes his head no. Lunacy shouts at Tyrone. Suddenly, Steel gets back into the ring, and charges towards Lunacy and Tyrone. Lunacy breaks off the hold as he stands, sidesteps Steel, and then throws him back out of the ring to the outside.

Jerry Andrews: Lunacy and Tyrone are doing all they can to break it down between the two of them and keep the champion a non-factor.

Ace Anderson: At the moment, I'd say Lunacy is doing all the breaking.

Jerry Andrews: Lunacy certainly looks like he is on a mission tonight.

Lunacy lifts Tyrone up and hits a pendulum backbreaker, then he applies a single leg Boston Crab, bending him over painfully to work Tyrone's back as he sits back on the hold. Tyrone shouts in pain and flails his arms, trying to get to the ropes. Tyrone starts pulling himself over to the bottom rope, as he refuses to give up to the referee. Finally, Tyrone grabs the bottom rope. The referee starts telling Lunacy to release the hold, and at first Lunacy refuses. He drags Tyrone by the arm over to the apron as he exits the ring, then he pulls Tyrone over to the ringpost, as he reaches under the rope and grabs one of Tyrone's arms and legs. He pulls back on Tyrone's limbs as he puts his boot on the ringpost, pulling Tyrone's back stretched across the ringpost painfully. Tyrone screams in pain. Then, however, Lunacy grabs Tyrone's arm and leg again and starts pulling back on them. Lunacy then spots Cory Steel trying to surprise him with a kendo stick from behind, but Lunacy big boots him in the face. Lunacy grimaces down at Steel, an intense look on his face, then he begins peeling up the mat on the outside, exposing the concrete floor.

Jerry Andrews: What is he thinking now?!

Ace Anderson: Maybe he's looking for lost change under there?

Jerry Andrews: I doubt it, Lunacy is coming in very aggressive tonight! This could even be shades of the darker side of Lunacy.

Lunacy lifts Steel up in between his legs, then drills him into the exposed concrete with a jackknife powerbomb. Lunacy has a maniacal gleam in his eyes as he climbs in the ring, and as Tyrone is pulling himself up in the corner Lunacy gives him some shoulder thrusts from behind, slamming into Tyrone's injured back again and again. Tyrone shouts in pain. Lunacy pulls Tyrone out and applies an arm trapped sleeper hold, flinging the shorter man around back and forth.

Jerry Andrews: Oh my! Coils of Madness! Lunacy has the Coils of Madness locked in!

Ace Anderson: We all remember the history there!

The referee checks Tyrone's arm to see if he's out, but Tyrone waves him away. Tyrone, however, is starting to fade noticeably. Lunacy sinks down to one knee, as Tyrone lets out a shout of pain. Lunacy grinds his arms into Tyrone's throat. Tyrone arm's arms start shaking with energy. Tyrone begins fighting his way back up and he lets off a right hand to Lunacy. Gaining energy, Tyrone gives Lunacy a few more rights as he begins to try and make Lunacy loosen the hold. Finally, Lunacy's arms loosen up, and Tyrone tries to free himself, but Lunacy starts repeatedly headbutting Tyrone until he falls limp. Then Lunacy locks his hands and flings Tyrone overhead with a rolling Northern lights suplex. Lunacy bridges it into a pin.

One...









Two... Kickout.

Tyrone rolls on the mat, holding his back, and when he gets back up Lunacy applies a bearhug, lifting him up. Tyrone shouts in pain, due to the increased pressure. Lunacy screams for him to give up. Tyrone begins to lose consciousness. The referee checks his arms again. The referee lifts Tyrone's arm up once... twice... on the third time, Tyrone's arm stays in the air. Tyrone shouts with effort as he struggles in the hold, and he brings his hands up and rakes Lunacy's eyes. Lunacy yells and releases the hold, stumbling away a few steps. Tyrone catches his breath for a second, then he backs up off the ropes and charges at Lunacy. Lunacy however, scoops him up and drops him with a powerslam, holding on for the pin.

One...











Two... Kickout.

Jerry Andrews: Lunacy is on a rampage tonight.

Ace Anderson: Yeah, but he has to stay focused, Cory Steel is still looming out there and Cory has been a dominant force in the Underground division.

Lunacy slams the mat in frustration. He lays several furious boots to Tyrone, then he pushes him out under the bottom rope. Lunacy angrily makes his way to the Spanish announce table and begins throwing off the top of it, scattering paperwork and TV monitors, and he also begins clearing off the regular announce table. Lunacy walks over and picks Tyrone up and throws him onto the announce table, and starts throwing right hands at him to keep him groggy on the table. Then, Lunacy spots Cory Steel attempting to pull himself up on the apron and he walks over and smashes Steels' face off the apron, then he grips Steel hair and pulls him over to the Spanish announce table, and gets up with him. Lunacy picks Steel up and puts him between his legs, attempting to powerbomb him off the Spanish announce table on top of Tyrone on the regular table, but in midair Steel begins pounding on Lunacy's head furiously with punches until he is able to drop off Lunacy's shoulders. Steel then knees Lunacy in the gut and hooks him for a DDT, but before he can complete the move Tyrone hooks Steel from behind for a reverse DDT and falls back. As Tyrone hits the reverse DDT on Steel, Steel falls back and hits the regular DDT on Lunacy right onto the announce table.

Jerry Andrews: This action is getting too close for comfort!

Ace Anderson: Please don't hurt me, I'm fragile, I'm a hemophiliac and I bleed like a little bitch!

Jerry Andrews: You're all man, Ace Anderson.

Ace Anderson: Me? What's the wet spot on your pants, Jimmy?

Jerry Andrews: You spilled your Coke on me when you were cowering.

Ace Anderson: A likely story, now bring me a bandaid!

Tyrone rolls off the table and spots both Lunacy and Steel attempting to recover on their respective tables. Tyrone walks over and climbs on the apron, before going over to the ropes and climbing up onto the top turnbuckle. Tyrone waits until Lunacy and Steel are starting to pull themselves off the table, and Tyrone flies off the turnbuckle all the way down to the aisle, attempting a flying shoulder block, but Lunacy and Steel both move out of the way. Tyrone's head cracks off the announce table and he goes flinging off into the aisle. The crowd erupts with a "Holy shit" and "that was awesome" chant. Tyrone is laid out in the aisle. Cory Steel walks over to him, staggering a bit. Steel lifts Tyrone up, and walks him over to the exposed concrete where Lunacy used earlier on him. Steel clubs Tyrone over the back several times, then gets in position and gives Tyrone an inverted facebuster, right there on the floor

Jerry Andrews: Oh my god! Did you see the force Steel put behind the Trouble in the East, he drilled Tyrone face first right into that concrete!

Ace Anderson: I'd hate to see the dentist bill some of these guys have to pay to fix their dental profile, talk about extensive grillwork.

Steel rests against the guardrail for a moment, and he holds a hand up to the crowd. They respond with cheers, Steel waves them off and gives them an "up yours" sign, prompting several boo's. Steel walks around and lifts up Lunacy. Lunacy breaks free and gives him several right hands. Lunacy and Steel exchange rights for a moment, but Steel rakes Lunacy's eyes, then gives him a few kicks to the midsection before gripping him by the pants and the hair and throwing him shoulder first into the steel ring steps. Lunacy hits shoulder first with a loud bang. Lunacy grimaces and holds his shoulder, and Steel follows up by running in and nearly taking his head off with a running facewash style kick to the temple that sandwiches his head into the steel steps. Steel lifts a limp Lunacy up and rolls him into the ring. He climbs onto the apron, mocking Lunacy as he does so to the disapproval of the crowd, and he slaps Lunacy several times. He shoves Lunacy's face away as Lunacy gets to his feet, and Lunacy angrily gets up only for Steel to snake around behind him and lock him in position for a crossface chickenwing, only to turn it into a bone shattering suplex. Steel covers.

Jerry Andrews: And the massive champion flattens Lunacy with a Millenium Suplex. This has been a battle all around for the prize of the Underground.

The referee counts the pin, as Steel has a cocky grin on his face.

One....










Two...










Thr... Kickout.

Steel lifts Lunacy up and begins booting him in the knee repeatedly. He grabs it under his arm as if going for a DDT, and then he drops back on it, jerking Lunacy's knee painfully. Lunacy shouts painfully. Steel then puts all his weight on one knee as he sits it on Lunacy's joint and pulls up with both hands on Lunacy's foot, working his knee painfully. Lunacy shouts in pain as Steel pulls his knee. Steel releases the hold and boots him several more times before applying a figure four leg lock. Lunacy's eyes shoot open wide as Steel cinches the hold in.

Ace Anderson: That's what he does, Jerry, he picks tiny details and he tears them apart.

Lunacy begins shaking and trying to pull himself towards the bottom ropes. The crowd is getting behind him with "Lunacy" chants. Lunacy's arms reach out for the bottom rope, but it's just out of reach. Steel releases the hold for a moment, and gets to his feet, twisting a kneebar in, and then sadistically and aggressively begins stomping Lunacy's knee again. Steel lays Lunacy's leg across the bottom rope then uses the ropes to fling himself up and then hop down across Lunacy's knee, wrenching it painfully. Lunacy flops around in pain on the mat, and Steel lifts him to his feet and plants him with a back suplex into a backbreaker across his knee. Then, he applies an STF. Steel has his hands locked as he pulls back under Lunacy's chin, making it almost a choke, and the referee asks again if Lunacy gives up, but he refuses. Finally, Steel breaks the hold. Steel lifts Lunacy up, but Lunacy hits him with a throat thrust uppercut that makes Steel stumble away. When Steel turns back around, Lunacy catches him around the throat, looking for a chokeslam, but as he begins to lift Steel, Cory boots him in the kneecap. Lunacy drops him as he screams in pain, and Steel drops him with a stone right and left combo to the face!

Ace Anderson: That surely will cure what ails him... namely his problem of not being better than Steel!

Jerry Andrews: Steel Hands by Cory Steel, and Lunacy could have a shattered jaw, or worse!

Steel rolls Lunacy over and covers him. The referee counts.

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Thre... Kickout.

Steel gets to his feet and begins gripping Lunacy's leg, trying to turn him over into a Texas cloverleaf. Lunacy resists being turned. He tries to shove Steel off. Steel fights back harder, and keeps trying to turn Lunacy over. Finally, he is able to lock in a Texas Cloverleaf submission, with his knee in Lunacy's back. Lunacy shouts in pain as his weakened knee and back as clenched in the submission. Steel screams for him to give up. The referee asks Lunacy if he gives up. Lunacy frantically shakes his head back and forth. Lunacy tries crawling towards the ropes. He inches his way over on his elbows until he is just a few arm lengths away. He stretches out for the ropes, but Steel pulls him back into the middle of the ring and sits back on the hold. Lunacy's mouth stretches wide in a scream. Steel shouts for him to tap out. Lunacy looks like he is resisting with all of his might. Lunacy looks as if he is going to give up at any moment. Suddenly, Tyrone slides in the ring and boots Steel in the face, sending him flying back and making him release the hold. Tyrone waits until Steel gets to his feet and Tyrone annihilates him with a clothesline. Steel gets to his feet again, and Tyrone takes him down with a snap suplex. Tyrone goes to lift Steel up, Steel breaks free and goes for a clothesline, but Tyrone ducks, wraps Steel in a waistlock, and gives him a German suplex across the lower back of the prone Lunacy. Steel rolls onto the apron. Tyrone lifts up Lunacy, and clubs him across the back a few times. Tyrone runs off the ropes and boots Lunacy in the temple. He covers.

Jerry Andrews: You certainly thought Tyrone Smith was out of the fight after taking the Trouble in the East on the concrete, but here he is, back in the fight.

Ace Anderson: I thought he would be smarter than to interfere with Cory Steel, but I guess he's just too crazy, boy.

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Thre... Kickout.

Tyrone lifts Lunacy up and irish whips him into the corner, and follows up with a huge corner clothesline. Lunacy staggers, and slumps in the corner. Steel comes back into the ring, but Tyrone cuts him off and whips him in so that he's laid out over top of Lunacy. Tyrone then comes charging in and crushes them both with a running corner spear, with Steel getting the worst of it. Both Lunacy and Steel stagger around for a second, then Lunacy drops to a seated position in the corner. Steel remains standing for a second longer, then he slumps down to a seated position in front of Lunacy. Tyrone paces back to the center of the ring, then he charges in and gives both men a running corner knee strike at the same time. Both men droop limply down, with Steel flopping to the mat. Tyrone is able to lift the bigger man up onto his shoulders for an airplane spin, twirling him around enough times to make his dizzy, before dumping him with a Samoan drop. Tyrone pins Steel.

Jerry Andrews: Thank you for flying Crazy Airlines, here is your final boarding call!

The referee counts the pin.

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Thr... Kickout.

Tyrone lifts Steel to his feet and delivers a few right hands. He whips Steel into the ropes, Tyrone back body drops Steel on the return. Tyrone gets to his feet and scouts Lunacy charging, ducking a clothesline, Lunacy turns around and is booted in the gut. Tyrone then turns him upside down and gives him a cradle piledriver. Tyrone then spots Steel climbing to his feet and he flings him over the top rope to the outside. Tyrone eggs Lunacy to get up, and when he does Tyrone gives him a second airplane spin Samoan drop. He drops into the cover...

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Thre... Kickout.

Tyrone, getting fired up, paces around the ring. He holds a fist up to the crowd, receiving a massive pop. Tyrone walks over and climbs up onto the ropes, but suddenly The Judge grabs his leg. Tyrone turns his head and begins trying to boot Judge off. Tyrone flings his leg and throws the Judge off, when suddenly Steel slides in under him and cuts him off with a right hand. Tyrone slumps on the top turnbuckle, and Steel begins peppering him with rights. Steel then climbs to the top rope, and he attempts to grip Tyrone for a superplex. Tyrone fights him off with elbows to the midsection. Steel begins clubbing Tyrone's back until he stops resisting. Steel then goes to give Tyrone a superplex, but before he can completely take Tyrone off the top rope, Lunacy comes under Steel, gripping his legs as if for a powerbomb, and adding his own strength to take Steel off the top rope with a powerbomb as Steel superplexes Tyrone, creating a Tower of Doom scenario. All three men are laid out in the middle of the ring, and the crowd erupts into a huge pop and chants "That was awesome!"

Jerry Andrews: Oh my! All three men are down and out after that nasty spill.

Lunacy slowly begins crawling over and pins Steel.

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Thre... Kickout.

Frustrated, Lunacy then makes his way over to Tyrone and pins him instead. The referee readjusts himself to count the pin.

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Three... Kickout.

Lunacy goes to lift Tyrone up, but Tyrone boots him in the gut and DDT's him viciously. He covers....

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Thre... Steel breaks up the pin!

Ace Anderson: Whew!... I mean, uh, I wasn't worried.

Jerry Andrews: I'd say Steel was just in the nick of time.

Ace Anderson: The nick of time to win this match, you mean!...I'm worried.

Steel boots Tyrone in the gut and then grips him for a DDT. Steel swings himself up for a tornado DDT, and as he twists in the air, his boot catches a rising Lunacy almost with an enziguri, then he completes the move by dropping Tyrone with the DDT. Steel then turns to Lunacy motioning for him to get up again, and when he does Steel boots him in the gut and hooks him for a Russian legsweep facebuster, but Lunacy pulls his head loose, spins Steel around and catches him under the head with a 3/4 facelock, then drops straight down with a diamond cutter. Lunacy looks to be out, as does Steel. Finally, after a moment, Lunacy rolls Steel over and pins him.

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Thre... Tyrone breaks up the pin!

Ace Anderson: Thank you, Tyrone!... I can't believe I just said that.

Lunacy gets to his feet and nails Tyrone with a right hand. Tyrone fires back with rights of his own. The two men start going back and forth with right hands, and Tyrone gets the better of Lunacy. Lunacy knees Tyrone in the gut. Lunacy goes to irish whip Tyrone to the ropes, but Tyrone shortarms it and brings Lunacy in for a release overhead belly to belly suplex that throws him halfway across the ring. Steel then gets to his feet, and Tyrone takes him down with a belly to belly suplex as well. Tyrone lifts Steel up in a waistlock and begins giving him another series of German suplexes, as the crowd starts counting along. One...two... three... four... five... six... Finally Tyrone releases on the last one, and Steel flips over and lands on his head and neck painfully. Steel falls to the mat. Tyrone turns him over and goes for a pin.

Ace Anderson: Tyrone is like some kind of human suplex machine! (TM)

Jerry Andrews: How much money do you have left with all the lawsuits?

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Thre... Lunacy breaks up the pin!

Lunacy lifts Tyrone up and goes to give him a reverse Death Valley Driver. Tyrone drops down off his shoulders behind him. Suddenly, The Judge gets up onto the apron, trying to get into the ring. The referee restrains him from getting into the ring. Behind his back, Steel retrieves his kendo stick. Tyrone charges in and knocks The Judge off the apron, sending him flinging to the outside. Steel goes to hit Lunacy with his kendo stick, but Lunacy has it scouted. Lunacy boots Steel in the gut and gives him a jackknife powerbomb. Steel rolls away. Only he is met with Tyrone Smith, who has the Underground title belt and smashes it off the skull of Lunacy. Tyrone lifts the kendo stick up, looking at it with interest. He begins laying in whacks to the back of Cory Steel, eliciting squeals of pain as the bamboo stick hits with a crack that resounds over and over again through the arena. Cory Steel arches his back, and writhes in a cirle as the pain overtakes him on the mat. Tyrone turns back to Lunacy, who is shaking the cobwebs out, and he measures him like a home run hitter swinging the bat back and forth, saying he is going to knock one out of the park off Lunacy's head. Suddenly, Mark Maylock rushes in the ring, and lays out Tyrone with a bicycle kick. Cory Steel, in turn, as soon as he rises to his feet, he is mauled by a clothesline, then lifted up and hit with a torture rack into a reverse neckbreaker.

Ace Anderson: Lunacy's strange, frightening body guard is doing his job! Thank you, mysterious trench coat wearing weirdo!

Jerry Andrews: And with a roll of the metaphorical dice, Lunacy has forgone lawful evil and shifted into chaotic neutral, Maylock has decimated Crazy Boy and Cory Steel.

Maylock pull Lunacy's arm over Cory Steel.

Jerry Andrews: Dammit, not like this!

Ace Anderson: Once again, thank you, kind savior!

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Three... Tyrone breaks it up!

Jerry Andrews: Lunacy almost pulled out a huge, if tainted win.

Ace Anderson: Huge taints are my specialty.

Jerry Andrews: I do not think we're talking about the same thing, also eww.

Tyrone takes a moment to recover. Then, as Lunacy is still out cold, Tyrone lifts him up and drills him with a screwdriver falcon arrow for good measure. Tyrone drops down for the pin.

Jerry Andrews: Tyrone is looking to finish it off with the Crazy Slam.

Ace Anderson: Crazy Slam, Crazy Spin, Crazy Air, Crazy Boy... somebody get this kid a damn thesaurus!

Tyrone falls back on spaghetti legs, too winded to make the cover after hitting the move, stumbling backwards and he is laid against the ropes, chest heaving. He looks down at Lunacy. He starts to go for the cover, but suddenly, Cory Steel comes from behind and throws him bodily over the top rope to the outside. He flexes his arms, and he looks to be closing in on the victory over the still prone Lunacy. Suddenly, though, the tank Lunacy drove to the ring in the beginning rumbles to life. Jackdaw, Lunacy's other disciple, peeks his head out of the hatch, and then, as a dumbfounded Cory Steel looks on, the tank's swivel gun begins moving. The massive tank barrel turns towards him, and the unmistakeable sound of a round being slid into place clicks in. Cory's jaw hits the ground, as Jackdaw is literally holding a loaded gun to him right now.

Jerry Andrews: The tank is coming into play!!

Ace Anderson: Chekhov's law, never introduce a gun in act one if you won't use it by act three, and the only question is are these psychos crazy enough to shoot a freaking tank off in the middle of a crowded auditorium?!

Jerry Andrews: Think of the damage, the injuries this will cause, somebody put a stop to this!

While Cory Steel is distracted by the madness of the devastating, yet still technically legal in Underground division, weapon of mass destruction, Lunacy has taken the time to recover, and he turns Cory Steel around by the shoulder, kicks him right in the groin, and then crushes him with a swinging cradle suplex. The tank then, as if on cue, cuts it's engine off and stops.

Jerry Andrews: It was all a ruse!!

Ace Anderson: Lunacy bluffed his way in, using tactics I can only say came out of a Cold War Russian play book, and intimidated Cory Steel into looking the wrong way!

Jerry Andrews: The Blue Pill connects, and here comes a cover.

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THREE!!

Ding Ding Ding

"Here is your winner and NEW Undergrond Champion .... LUNACY!!"

Lunacy snatches the title belt from the referee. Jackdaw comes out of the hatch of the tank, offering a thumbs up, and Mark Maylock enters the ring, holding his employer's hand up. Lunacy holds his prize aloft proudly.

Winner & New PCW Underground King: Lunacy via Pinfall

Jerry Andrews: Lunacy is once again the King of the Underground, your new Underground Champion.

Ace Anderson: And generalissimo in charge of the outcasts of society.

Jerry Andrews: This could be bad. Remember what he did last time he held that gold?

Ace Anderson: I've been trying to forget. But I have a fire extinguisher, just in case.

Lunacy steps onto the hood of the tank, standing tall in an epic shot of victory pose atop the tank, holding the belt up, as Cory Steel looks on in shock from in the ring.

The show is taken into the dark. Literally. No picture. No sound. Nothing but a black screen.
That all changes abruptly after a period of no less then fifteen seconds. Providing the soundtrack is an old hymn which sounds as if its being played through a victrola:

What a Friend we have in Seromine,
All our sins and griefs to bear!
What a privilege to carry
Everything to God in prayer!

The musical interlude introduces viewers to the flicker of a single, red candle. Leaning into it’s glow is Seromine himself. The only part of him allowed to be seen, is his partially glowing Owl mask. The rest of his body remains engulfed in the dark. The hymn is halted so that he can speak.

“Hello again, friends! It’s that time once more to welcome your Lord and Savior into your hearts. I bet you’re wondering why I hijacked this here production. Aren’t ya?”

His words are marked with jubilation.

“Well, don’t worry none. I promise things will be alright. You see, God has called upon me tonight. Much as he calls upon me every day. And in our conversation...” Seromine pauses with a dry laugh. “I’m sorry. There I go again. You should already know how those talks go. But for the purposes of this here story, I’ll lead you through. In our conversation, God told me that PCW and its fans were in danger of drowning. I had to reflect on that. Drowning? How can that be? Surely they have accepted me into their hearts and homes. Turns out that isn’t quite true. Now, my faithful...”

Seromine leans away from the candle for a brief moment. When he leans back into the light, it reflects off the International Title which rests on where his left shoulder is.

“Why would you do that? Hm? By my hands, I can either pull you to safety or I can allow you to slip beneath the waters. Hebrews chapter eleven, verse twenty-nine says: By faith the people passed through the Red Sea as on dry land; but when the Egyptians tried to do so, they were drowned. Tonight’s aptly named, Collision Course, is just another lesson. You see, my followers are those who passed. They took the hands of Seromine, and asked to be pulled to shore! It was as God put me in a place to do. But...I’m afraid that Andy D and High Tide are the Egyptians in the story. Ask yourselves...do you really want to follow sinners like that?”

Nine candles light in the background. Each one highlights only the various animal masks that they are wearing. Seromine has picked his candle up from whatever it was sitting on as he now appears to be standing.

“Or do you want to accept Salvation into your lives?”

A chilling laugh crackles through the dark from Seromine, combined by the soft humming of his followers. “Let’s go, brothers and sisters. It’s time to strike some heathens down.”

The masks and candles move out of the picture one by one. The opening hymn is put back on to serenade in the returning pitch black darkness, while Seromine whistles with it.

Jerry Andrews: Well..... we're back and....

Ace Anderson: Well....

Jerry Andrews: Okay.... moving on, we've got another huge title match up next.

Ace Anderson: N.Saniti and Alexa Black have been in each other's business for quite some time and tonight they're going to lock up one-on-one for the North American Title.

Jerry Andrews: Alexa Black has held that title for quite a while, but will Saniti be the one to take it from her?


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. Flanked by Rasputin and Naomi, N. Saniti leads the trio 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!

Ace Anderson: Looks like he’s not taking any chances, he has an entourage this time.

Jerry Andrews: Haven’t you been paying attention? They’re all one unit now, the Harvesters.

Ace Anderson: I heard that, yeah, but the match says N. Saniti not the Harvesters.

Jerry Andrews: Most matches say “Alexa Black” instead of “The Darkness”, but she still brings friends…

Ace Anderson: And there you have the reason. Looks like N. Saniti is a bit too smart to fall under another numbers game gone wrong.

The crowd looks to the entrance way as Ave Satani’s ”Gregorian” roars out and they know who is coming out from backstage and they start booing loudly almost drowning out the music.

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

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

As she continues to walk down to the ring as the crowd grows louder and louder so even the announcers can't get a word in over the booing. She reaches the ring and Alexa climbs up on the ring apron. She enters the ring and the crowd’s jeers reach a whole new volume.
The music fades out as Alexa struts around the ring waiting for her next victim while The Shaw brothers remain at ringside in her corner for the match, the Harvesters likewise clearing the ring to take a position opposite the Shaw brothers.

PCW North American Championship
Alexa Black (North American ©) vs N.Saniti
Referee: Tyrone Little Jr.

Suddenly, Alexa Black runs out of her corner and attacks N. Saniti with heavy rights and lefts! N. is almost taken aback by the sudden assault, but he manages to cover up after receiving several stiff shots to the face.

Ace Anderson: Predictably, Black is wasting NO time in getting this party started.

Jerry Andrews: She doesn’t look like much of a partier.

Ace Anderson: You don’t think so? Man, you shoulda seen this crazy chick I met in college…

N. Saniti instinctively backs into the corner and Alexa Black continues to unload on him with fists. Suddenly, N. Saniti has had enough. He drives his knee into Black’s midsection, doubling her over! N. Saniti grabs her by the head and he hits her with a DDT! N. follows up with an elbow drop right into Alexas’s chest, pulling her up to back HER into a corner this time. He throws a stiff forearm into her neck, then a knee to the stomach, followed by ANOTHER forearm! Not satisfied, N. hauls her out of the corner to drop her with a shortarm clothesline!

Alexa Black rolls out of the ring, N. Saniti following her. Rushing her, he hammers her with a dropkick! Reaching down, he grabs Black by the back of the head and slams her face-first into the barrier at ringside!

Jerry Andrews: Christ.

Ace Anderson: You musn’t blaspheme.

Jerry Andrews: I - wait, what?

Saniti grabs Black by the head again, but this time she blocks the move by putting her arms up on the barrier! A surprised N. Saniti is caught in clutched hands as Black returns the favor, smashing N. Saniti’s head into the barrier!

Jerry Andrews: Black is taking HER turn!

Ace Anderson: This is rough enough to watch I don’t even want to make an innuendo out of that.

Alexa grabs N. Saniti and drops her to the floor with a Russian leg sweep, taking less than a second to catch her breath before diving back into the ring, breaking the referee’s count. Without a pause, Alexa Black is back outside just as N. Saniti is getting back to his feet, charging at him to blast him with a nasty spear!

Jerry Andrews: OHHH! That’s gotta HURT! Incredible display of skill from Black!

Ace Anderson: If you throw anything large enough into anything soft enough, it hurts. It’s not “skill”, it’s PHYSICS.

N. Saniti struggles free first, shaking the cobwebs before yanking Alexa Black unceremoniously up from the floor. He slams her face-first into the ring apron before throwing her back into the ring!

Jerry Andrews: Nathan Saniti might be more fun to watch, but his alter ego here really showcases the raw strength in that physical form.

Ace Anderson: I have to agree - N. Saniti is less flashy, but that allows him to use a more technical skill set.

Jerry Andrews: I didn’t say technical, I said strong. There’s nothing technical in face bashing someone into various parts of the arena.

Ace Anderson: Says the man who’s never had to calculate the force, trajectory, and angle required to properly bash someone’s face into various parts of the arena.

N. Saniti stands up on the ring apron as Alexa Black attempts to pull herself back up using the ropes. N. Saniti reaches over the ropes and pulls Black up by her head, but Alexa drives her shoulder into N. Saniti’s midsection, breaking free! Alexa Black steps through the ropes, both competitors are standing on the apron! Black grabs N. Saniti, picks him up and hits him with a sideslam! Black lands on the floor again, with N. Saniti lands spine-first on the apron!

Jerry Andrews: That hurts my back just to watch!

Ace Andreson: I’m pretty sure this is just the beginning of “hurts to watch” with these two.

N. Saniti falls off of the apron and onto the floor, writhing in pain while holding the center of his back! Black pulls him up, grabs him by the head and hits him with a hangman’s neck breaker, only to grab N. Saniti by his dapper black coattails and rolls him back into the ring!

Jerry Andrews: Aaaand back into the ring.

Ace Anderson: Alexa Black has been strangely rule-abiding this match… desperate to hold onto her title, do you think?

Jerry Andrews: Well, it’s no secret that she’s been an exceptionally proud holder of PCW’s North American championship belt, and no one likes to lose their titles…

Ace Anderson: True that. Still, I wonder when she’s gonna…

Jerry Andrews: Be Alexa? Yeah. Me too.

Alexa Black pulls N. Saniti up to his feet, but he responds quickly by driving his elbow into Black’s midsection! She doubles over, Saniti throwing a couple cheap shot punches into her kidneys to keep her occupied. He backs off just enough to allow Black time to stand, Alexa straightening up with stilted movements as she fights to get fully upright. Watching with a smirk, N. Saniti cracks his neck before snapping a powerful arm around to clothesline Black down to the mat! Pulling Alexa up, he sets her up for another move but Alexa Black breaks free of N. Saniti’s grip. She throws a right hand, but N. Saniti blocks it, locking in an arm wrench! Alexa Black twists, breaking herself free just long enough to lock horns with N. Saniti again!

Jerry Andrews: Alexa Black struggling with N. Saniti again.

Ace Anderson: That’s kind of her thing though, right? Always making noise about what a psycho she is?

Jerry Andrews: I - I didn’t say - wait what?

Ace Anderson: N. Saniti… Alexa Black struggling with N. Saniti…

Jerry Andrews: Yeah, but where does the crazy part come in?

Ace Anderson (pinching the bridge of nose): N. Saniti. IN. SANITY. Insanity!

Jerry Andrews: Oh. Oh wow. I cannot BELIEVE it took me this long to get that!

Ace Anderson: That’s okay, I can’t believe it took you this long either.

Black twists and breaks free from the hold, rushing right back into it to lock up once again! Black goes for a hasty suplex, but N. Saniti reverses it to attempt his own suplex, but Alexa blocks it! Black manages to get her leg behind the grim gentleman, sweeping him down to the mat! She staggers up to her feet to drop a knee, hitting nothing but the unforgiving mat with the heavy strike, screeching in pain at the impact! N. Saniti pulls Alexa Black up from the ropes, but the look on the woman’s face is terrifyingly clear: She has had entirely enough of N. Saniti’s brand of bullshit. A chinbreaker cracks into N. Saniti’s jaw, the man staggering towards the ropes but Black grabs his arm, swinging him around in an Irish whip and bodily THROWING him into the turnbuckle! N. Saniti hits the post with an enraged howl of unfeigned pain, Alexa Black rushing towards him!

Jerry Andrews: Look out!

Ace Anderson: *pained grunt of sympathy*

Her shoulder SLAMS into his sternum, knocking the wind out of him just before winding up to crash both fists into the side of his head! With N. Saniti reeling in pain and confusion, one of the Shaw Brothers, (the bigger, uglier one), rummages briefly under the skirt and slides a metal folding chair out, shouting to get Alexa’s attention as he throws it into the ring! Stopping it midair with the solid SLAP of flesh against metal, she opens it up with a snap to set it in the middle of the ring!

Ace Anderson: Oh *BLEEP* she’s not gonna…

Jerry Andrews: God I hope not - which means she probably is!

Eric Russo is immediately in her face, gesturing to the chair with clear meaning - foreign objects aren’t allowed! Alexa Black has not a single, haggard fuck to give and risks it anyway, maneuvering a still reeling N. Saniti to the ropes, clearly having had enough of this “no rule breaking” nonsense. Balancing herself on the middle rope, she powerlifts him up onto her broad shoulders in an impressive show of brutish strength! The crowd screams for blood as she shifts N. Saniti just so before hitting a horrifyingly BRUTAL Black Widow finisher onto the open chair!

Jerry Andrews: That could have KILLED him!

Ace Anderson: It might have - he’s not moving!

A psychotic cackle sounds from the hulking woman as she grabs N. Saniti up from the mat by a fistful of hair and flings him to the side! Leaping onto him, she straddles his chest and HAMMERS mounted punches into his head! The Shaw Brothers scramble into the ring, all three members of the Darkness surrounding N. Saniti in nothing short than a savage, gutter fight beatdown! N. Saniti seems to recover slightly, curling up on his side and doing his best to protect his head from the gratuitously violent bombardment!

Without missing a beat, Naomi and Rasputin let their elaborate robes drop to the floor, Rasputin clad only in leather trousers of a deep blood red, Naomi in a burnished gold body suit! The leg of the suit ends at the knee of her left leg, the limb’s flesh giving way to the durable prosthetic! The Harvesters hit the ring in tandem, Rasputin bullrushing Alexa Black off of N. Saniti while Naomi swings her left leg up to hit one Shaw Brother in the head, knocking him cold! With the grace of a ballet dancer and the precision of a practiced martial artist, Naomi drops down on her right leg and sweeps the heavy metal prosthetic around in a powerful swipe, knocking the other Shaw Brother prone!

Little Jr. crosses his arms in front of him, shouting a clear “DISQUALIFIED!” at the mass of brawling combatants.

Winner: Draw via Double Disqualification

Jerry Andrews: What in the HELL!? Where’s the security!? Where’s the whistle!? THE MATCH IS OVER!

Ace Anderson: I told you something like this would happen.

Jerry Andrews: You know, I’m kind of surprised not to see Dollface out here…

Ace Anderson: She’s always been kind of leery about Nathan’s darker side, but I’m with you… odd that she isn’t helping!

Jerry Andrews: Odd or not, Dollface or not, this has to STOP. Where in the blue hell is security?!

Alexa Black faces off against the well-muscled Rasputin, punches, kicks, strikes and knees flying until Rasputin’s fist finds the underside of Alexa Black’s jaw, Black going lights out and thudding down to the mat! Meanwhile Naomi is more than holding her own against the conscious Shaw Brother, she drops a knee into his gut just before laying that solid bar across his throat, the man’s face purpling as he chokes, blood spattering Naomi’s pale countenance. Far from batting an eye, let alone recoiling, Naomi increases the pressure, shifting her weight to add leverage!

Ace Anderson: That looks like broken ribs from the first few hits with that metal bar. This is BAD.

Jerry Andrews: That BAR is her leg. Besides, someone bleeding from their mouth is rarely good but it happens all the time here.

Ace Anderson: You don’t understand - his mouth hasn’t been damaged. This is coming from somewhere ELSE.

Jerry Andrews: *silent horror as the lightbulb of understanding flickers on*

”Alright alright, enough already!” Showtime’s voice calls out over the loudspeakers, totally ignored by everyone in the brawl below. Appearing on the stage, he raises a microphone to try again.

”That’s enough! This isn’t what the PCW Faithful came to see!” The howling reactions from the crowd cast doubt on his statement, but this time Wryght cannot be deterred.

”I. SAID. ENOUGH!”

With a bellow, the red faced acting president of Pure Class Wrestling strides purposefully down the ramp towards the ring.

Ace Anderson: Oh shit! Dad’s home!

Bringing the mic to his mouth, Showtime makes a visible effort to calm down enough for speech - giving Naomi and Rasputin time to rise, N. Saniti and Alexa Black stirring groggily on the mat.

"I understand the bad blood between you two, but I can no longer tolerate this kind of behavior! This isn’t the Underground where outright carnage and brutality is expected. This is just too much.”

He gestures to the wreckage (animate and inanimate alike) with a wide sweep of his arm.

"Look at this. I expect this of Alexa Black, but you, Nathan… whichever version you are, I expected better of you.” He shakes his head as though clearing his thoughts. ”It doesn’t matter anymore. At the Icey’s -” The crowd pops wild at the mention of PCW’s award show, Wryght indulging them for a few moments before getting back on the mic. ”- at the Iceys, you two will get your match. You’ll get your match, but OFF the premises. I can no longer risk the safety of the audience or the PCW talents uninvolved in the bloodthirsty feud you two have going on!”

Alexa Black treats N. Saniti to a rictus grin of pure malevolence, the darkly dapper man opposite her contenting himself with an icy sneer of disdain in return.

"Just before you two get too carried away, there will be one more stipulation: you must BOTH sign contracts absolving the whole of Pure Class Entertainment Group, its employees, and all its affiliates from any form of liability. This WILL be a legally binding contract. Once its signed, we’ll set the match up. No holds barred, no disqualification, last person standing - or breathing.”

He leans back on his heels, anger fading from his posture and resignation taking its place.

”I can’t stop you two from actually killing each other, but I’ll be damned if you do it in this arena under my administration.” Showtime stares at them both for a long moment, an undertone of disgust coloring his final words.

”I expect to see you both in my office directly - but not until you’ve cleaned yourselves up. I’m not having you bleeding all over the new plush pile I just had installed.”

He tosses the mic to the nearest person with “PCW STAFF” on the back of their t-shirt, stepping between the ropes and heading back up the ramp, snapping to ringside techs to get the ring cleared up for the next match. N. Saniti snarls away the medical staffers on the scene, instead allowing Naomi and Rasputin to help him from the ring. Alexa Black, on the other hand, hefts one Shaw Brother up in a Fireman’s carry, barking at nearby techs to bring the other one back stage - a stretcher already on its way.

Ace Anderson: What a night.

Jerry Andrews: Phew! I'm exhausted!

Ace Anderson: It has been quite an event so far, and we're not close to done yet!

Jerry Andrews: You're right about that, my friend.

With very little lighting and effects that simulate lightning, High Tide (in a pirate outfit) walks down the ramp slightly crouched over, as if he was sitting. He holds a large pirate flag in one hand, and in the other he is imitating steering a ship. He does this until he gets to the ring where he motions dropping and anchor and proceeds to hop on to the turnbuckle and dive headfirst over the ropes, rolling into a standing position. Then he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and pulls out a spyglass, looking around at the audience. He mimics loading a cannon and as he motions firing it, he jumps off the turnbuckle into the ring (to imitate recoil) as fireworks shoot from all four turnbuckles.

Ace Anderson: Tide is looking unusually sober tonight.

Jerry Andrews: I think he's aware of what's at stake in this match. Pirates do love gold, you know.

The arena lights go down as the start of Damn Nation by Lower Than Atlantis starts up. As the first verse kicks in, a couple of spotlights start to scan over random sections of the crowd as the letters AD are emblazed on the big screen, with various video highlights of Andy's career visible only within the letters themselves.

You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make it drink.
You can lead your lambs to slaughter if it's what the shepherd thinks

As the chorus starts up on the song, an explosion of Pyro's go off and the arena lights all come back up to reveal Andy standing in the center of the ring. He stands there for a moment, soaking up the reactions of the crowd before he removes his bucket hat and places it on the steel pole part of the turnbuckle, ready for the match.

The arena lights go down as the start of Damn Nation by Lower Than Atlantis starts up. As the first verse kicks in, a couple of spotlights start to scan over random sections of the crowd as the letters AD are emblazed on the big screen, with various video highlights of Andy's career visible only within the letters themselves.

You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make it drink.
You can lead your lambs to slaughter if it's what the shepherd thinks

As the chorus starts up on the song, an explosion of Pyro's go off and the arena lights all come back up to reveal Andy standing in the center of the ring. He stands there for a moment, soaking up the reactions of the crowd before he removes his bucket hat and places it on the steel pole part of the turnbuckle, ready for the match.

Jerry Andrews: The bad thing about these triple threat title matches is that the champ doesn't need to be pinned to lose his title.

Ace Anderson: True. For a title holder, matches like these are the biggest threat to their reign. Speaking of the devil...

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.The sound of a piano and finger snapping turn the ramp into a stained-glass portrait like you would see in a church window. Multiple colors beam from underneath the grating, with SALVATION spelled right down the middle. Bringing Seromine and his followers out from ground level is “Where Could I Go But to the Lord” by Elvis Presley. He and Destiny lead the animal masked group up the stairs and across the stage as the first verses start:

Living below in this old sinful world
Hardly a comfort can afford
Striving alone to face temptation so
Now won't you tell me

While she is seen wearing a black dress with a white collar and carrying his bible, Seromine is dressed as a preacher. His black hat matches the color of his ribbon bow tie, coat and slacks. The female followers are in pastel prairie dresses that are either pink, green or blue. The male followers are in beige button down shirts with matching pants. The group walk down to the ring, each holding a candle in their right hand.

Where could I go but to the Lord?
Where could I go oh where could I go?
Seeking the refuge for my soul
Needing a friend to save me in the end
Won't you tell me
Where could I go but to the Lord?

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 hat, mask and coat. His long hair hangs loose in front of his face. Just as his song is turned off and the lighting returns to normal, he is heard telling the fans, “Repent your sins! Your Lord and Savior is here to save you!” while the entire group does the crucifix pose.

PCW International Championship
Seromine (International ©) vs High Tide vs Andy D
Referee: Ty Little

Ty little calls for the bell. Andy D and High Tide glower at each other and Seromine as he smirks diabolically, seemingly unfazed by their presences. Andy approaches Seromine, determination in his eyes, making a gesture that he wants the International Title. The current champ scoffs at the brazen attempt at mind games. Meanwhile, Tide has circled around, using the distraction to his advantage to get behind the champ and drop to all fours behind him.

Outside the ring, Destiny screams out a warning to her beloved, but by then Andy has taken to the air, drop kicking Seromine squarely in the chest for added effect on the schoolboy trip. Andy springs to his feet, the audience appreciating the move against the vilified preacher, but it's Tide who takes early advantage by rolling up a pin attempt for a single slap of the mat before the angered champ kicks out. All men have scrambled to their feet, the challengers now being taken a bit more seriously by the champ.

Rage flares as the taller and heavier Seromine sticks a boot to the jaw of rebounding Andy D. Tide once again uses the distraction to his advantage. This time, he gets caught as he charges the champ, getting greeted by a nasty clothesline that practically pendulums the pirate port wise. Seromine gathers the planked plunderer suplexing him to the mat with thunderous fashion.

He sets up Tide for another suplex, but Andy gets a head of steam from off of the ropes, sending both men to the mat with a high cross body. He kips up and scrambles for higher ground, awaiting one of his opponents to stand. Tide is the first to his feet, but Andy leaps off with a flying hurricanrana that air mails the pirate to the outside.

Andy leaps to his feet again, shouting to get the fans behind him, only to spin around just in time for an early Christmas present of a clothesline that nearly decapitates the high flyer. The champ collects the dazed Andy D, lifting him into a crucifix powerbomb onto the second turnbuckle.

Jerry Andrews: Oh Em Gee! Did you see his neck on that move?

Ace Anderson: It's called The Lord's Prayer. Yes I did. And did you just go full twelve year old girl with that whole "Oh Em Gee" thing?

Seromine pulls Andy out of the corner for a cover, but Andy's ring knowledge snaps to life as his leg drapes over the ropes on a two count. The International champ pulls Andy to his feet, locking him in a headlock. He starts to go for another suplex, but Andy blocks it once, twice. The third attempt never happens as High Tide scales the turnbuckles and leaps into the fray with a cross body of his own. All three men are in a heap, but the refreshed Tide is quickest to a vertical base.

He snatches Andy from the match, sending him back down with a snap suplex. Seromine begins to stand, only to meet the same fate. Tide climbs to the crow's nest, leaping off with a Man Overboard frog splash onto the champ. He hooks the leg.

..1!

....2!

NO! Andy D yanks Tide out of the pin before the three count. Tide stands, a bit confused, as Andy springboards off of the second rope, grabbing the freebooter's head in the process.

Jerry Andrews: Schmerzilch!

Andy makes his own pin attempt, but only gets a two count before the reigning International champ breaks up the count. Seromine wastes no time putting the boots to both of his opponents to drive some of the resistance from their bodies. He screams at them as he stomps the hell out of them.

"REPENT, SINNERS!"

Finally, Seromine pulls Tide out of the crumpled heap on the mat, tucking his opponent's head under his arm before hoisting him upward. He leaps up with a Brain buster that lays the pirate out cold. The self-proclaimed Savior of PCW tries for a pin, but Andy D has enough wherewithal to drive a foot into the side of the champ to break up the count. Andy stumbles to the corner, turning to mount an offense, but Seromine catches him atop the turnbuckles with a few well placed forearms. The Serpentine Sermonizer scales the second rope, setting the challenger up for a Messiah-plex. He drives it home with authority, hooking a leg for another pin attempt.

..1!

....2!

......Thr-NO!

Ace Anderson: Tide in for the save again!

Tide clambers up the turnbuckles as Seromine regains his footing, flying off with a drop kick that launches the champ across the ring into the opposite corner. Hard. Seromine stumbles out of the corner as Tide hits the ropes for a tilt-a-whirl DDT.

Jerry Andrews: Lay with the Fishes! Here's the cover!

Ace Anderson: No! Andy D breaks it up! Both guys seem to be taking to the champ tonight!

Tide stands shoving Andy D in a fit of rage. Andy answers with a clubbing right hook. The pirate retaliates with a fist of his own. Both men brawl it out for a few minutes until Andy finally hits a haymaker left to the temple, followed by a forearm to the head from the second rope. Andy hits the ropes as Seromine sits up. Dragon's Bite! Andy goes for a cover!

..1!

....2!

......3-NO!

Ace Anderson: Dammit! Tide broke it up again! Will this match ever end?

Jerry Andrews: Tide tries for the cover! Nope! Two count.

Andy bounces off the ropes again, charging in as Tide stands, walloping him with a running STO. Andy poises himself in a corner, awaiting the rising Tide. As he charges in, he's met with a still short arm clothesline by Seromine. The International champ picks Andy D up, devastating him with a DDT that plants him like a tree for a few seconds before Seromine goes for the cover!

..1!

Tide is stirring around.

....2!

Tide leaps at the pin attempt! But he's too late!

......3!

Winner, and STILL International Champion: Seromine via pinfall

Jerry Andrews: Seromine has been an incredibly dominant International Champion!

Ace Anderson: I wonder if anyone will be taking that gold from him any time soon... I can't see it happening given how well he's done recently.

Jerry Andrews: You have to wonder who will step up next to challenge for that title.

Ace Anderson: We'll have to wait and see. But, soon we will know who the next challenger for the PCW World Title will be!

Jerry Andrews: Oh man, this match is going to be incredible!

Ace Anderson: Oh, baby! Now it's time for the Number One Contender's Match! I've been waiting for this one!

Jerry Andrews: There's no shortage of history between Grimm and Kelli Starr.

Ace Anderson: Yeah, and Kelli loves to point out that she has a great track record against the Hangtown Horror. That has to stick in Grimm's craw a bit.

Jerry Andrews: The question is whether or not that track record will stay the same. We'll find out in a bit.

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

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

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

Go back to sleep.

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

“Hero hero...
Hero hero...


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

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

Number One Contendership for PCW World Championship
"Dollface" Kelli Starr vs Grimm
Referee: Manny Cruz

Cruz orders both competitors to the center of the ring for final instructions. Grimm glares down at the more miniscule Starr, but her eyes never divert. A menacing snarl crosses the Lord of Misrule's face as Kelli talks a bit of smack at him. Out of nowhere, Kelli waylays the ginger beard man across the mug with an open hand. Grimm retaliates in kind with a mighty shove that sends Dollface flying across the ring. The ref calls for the match to begin.

Jerry Andrews: Here we go!

Grimm stalks across the mat, reaching down to grab the Candy Girl, but the nimble minx rolls out of the ring. She tauntingly invites Grimm to give chase, but the Hangtown Horror only waggles a finger, stepping back and crossing his arms as he waits for her to rejoin him. After a few seconds of non-response, Kelli cautiously climbs back into the ring, her gaze never leaving her patient opponent.

Both competitors lock up in the center of the ring, but it's not long before the heftier Grimm manages to guide Kelli to the corner. She pushes her body back at an almost inhuman angle. Dollface wraps her legs around the Lord of Misrule's waist, squeezing with as much might as she can muster. Using the ropes to her advantage, she wriggles into a position where she can flip him onto his back, keeping the pressure on with her legs.

Grimm grimaces grimly but refuses to submit when the ref asks. Using his upper body strength, he pulls himself back toward the ropes, causing the break. Kelli springs to her feet, ready to go again. Grimm is slow, but deliberate to regain his footing. He clutches slightly at his ribcage as Kelli bounces off of the ropes for a shoulder block takedown, but she runs into an unmoving wall of Dillinger.

She hits the cables again to the same effect. One more attempt brings her within range of a flying lariat from the Hangtown Horror. Grimm rests a knee in her back as he applies a sleeper hold to wear the energy out of his opponent. Kelli sinks closer to the mat to remove the leverage, using her flexibility to connect with a boot to her assailant's head. After the second kick, Grimm releases the hold, only to rapidly apply boots of his own that drive the wind from her sails.

He gathers his foe by the legs, dragging her to the center for a Foddershock. He picks her up for another, driving her glittery face into the mat again. As he attempts a third one, Kelli uses the upwards motion to monkey flip Grimm onto his back for a quick one count.

Both competitors are quick to their feet, but Kelli rebounds off of the ropes, leaping up, wrapping her legs around Grimm for a tilt-a-whirl hurricanrana that throws him halfway across the ring. As Grimm sits up, she charges in with a baseball slide drop kick that nearly careens the Lord of Misrule out of the ring. Kelli yanks Grimm back into the ring by the legs, making a wish accentuated with a stomp to the midsection.

The crowd start cheering for some dubstep music as Dollface lays the boots to her enemy. Just as she gets a rhythm going, the Hangtown Horror catches her foot, whipping her leg and taking her off balance, and causing her to strike the second rope on the fall. Grimm stands as his opponent lays prone over the rope, clutching at her throat. Laying all of his weight on her back, he uses the top rope for additional pressure as the zebra makes the count.

He breaks the hold, pulling Starr t her feet, coughing and gagging. He devastates her with a series of skull shattering headbutts. He slings her into a corner, following in closely with a running back elbow that wilts her to the mat. Continuing his momentum, he pulls her upright, connecting with a few European uppercuts before whipping her across the ring once more. Kelli hits the turnbuckles hard, but as Grimm follows her in, she gets a foot up to greet his arrival.

She quickly scales the second turnbuckle, leaping off...

Jerry Andrews: Cherry on Top!

Ace Anderson: This could be it!

Cruz drops for the count, but only gets a long two count before the Lord of Misrule gets a shoulder up. Starr wastes no opportunity, giving her foe a few good boots before scrambling to the top rope, perching patiently for a Sugar High. Grimm regains his base on spaghetti legs, falling into the ropes, which causes Kelli to lose her footing. He climbs the corner, smashing her in the head with forearms as he ascends.

Draping Kelli across his shoulders, Grimm drops backwards, landing on top of her and floating over for a pin attempt of his own.

..1!

....2!

NO!

Grimm slaps the mat, but snags a fistful of colorful locks to shove across the ring. He misses with a clothesline on the rebound. Kelli hits the ropes again, driving a foot deep into the Hangtown Horror's solar plexus. She hits with a knee lift that throws Grimm's head back, and makes him stagger to the ropes. Dollface charges in, dropping her foe over the rope and to the outside. Grimm lands on his feet, staggering away for a breather. As soon as he gets close to the ring, Kelli rushes in with a baseball slide. Grim sidesteps it, the two exchanging fists as the zebra counts them both out.

Starr and Grimm get all the way to a five count in their exchange before Grimm finally get enough of an advantage to drive her back to the steel steps. With enough space betwixt them, Grimm slides in and back out of the ring to break the count. They trade blows a bit more before Kelli gives him a kick to the gut and leads Grimm to the corner post for a face-first reckoning. Dazed, Kelli guides her opponent back into the squared circle. She mounts the turnbuckles as he stands upright, a trickle of blood oozing down his cheek.

Kelli raises her arms above her head and leaps at her target, but he greets her with a punch to the gut that turns her inside out. Grimm gathers his prey from the mat, driving her back down with a DDT that shakes the rafters. He repeats the act, this time delivering a Sword of Heimdall headbutt.

Blood splattered on her own noggin, Kelli staggers backwards, but doesn't have a chance to recoup, as the Dillinger Brother keeps up the relentless onslaught. Knees, feet, and arms fly in a furious pace, driving the colorful Kelli deeper into the corner. Grimm mounts the turnbuckle to add leverage to his attack. He puts Kelli in a headlock and leaps off.

Ace Anderson: The Harvest!

Jerry Andrews: Oh. This one is done folks!

..1!

....2!

......3!

Winner, and number one contender for the PCW World Title: Grimm via pinfall

Jerry Andrews: Well, we know who the number one contender is, now to find out who the champion will be!

Ace Anderson: We've all been waiting for this one for a long, long time!

Bobaflex’s ”Bad Man” comes sauntering out of the speakers as Whitey “The Asshole” Ford likewise saunters to the ring. No fanfare, no show of general dickbaggery, just arms raised and basking in the cacophony of sounds from the crowd. Jumping up onto the apron, he steps between the ropes and showboats to the crowd, waiting for his opponent.

Ace Anderson: You’ve got to be kidding me. This is happening?

Jerry Andrews: Sure seems to be. But who’s his opponent?

Ace Anderson: …

Whitey razzes the crowd some more, his gaze flicking to the stage more and more often before he stops and just waits, gesturing grandly towards the ramp.

”COME ON! What are you WAITING for!?”

The lights lower to a shadowed dimness, a look of satisfaction on Whitey’s face changing to startled rage as "Dystopic" by Position Music begins to play over the PCW speakers, the first few seconds of the audience’s stunned silence giving way to thunderous noise from the crowd!

Jerry Andrews: Oh my god! She’s BACK!

The somber opening notes are soon joined by a heavy drumbeat, gradually building into an orchestral accompaniment. At 0:41 when the vocals begin, a 20 foot pillar of purple flame explodes out of the center of the stage, the roaring fire screaming up to the rafters as smaller flames burst alight and race towards the ring. The conflagration dies down, and twin purple spotlights angle in to reveal none other than the returning Eira. She stands absolutely motionless for a few seconds, her left leg with its gleaming, spiked black metal knee brace crossed in front of the right; arms outstretched and head tipped back in a mimicry of the Crucifixion. She lowers her arms and walks towards the ring, her relentless stride perfectly in sync with the heavy background beat, following the trail of flickering purple flames to either side of her path.

As though she can sense Ford’s anger from the stage, a wicked grin spreads across her face as the lights come on to full, Eira taking off in a dead run for the last ten yards to dive into the ring and front roll to her feet with a hop!

Whitey stands tense in the center of the ring, face to face with one of his most heated rivals. Suddenly, the corner of his mouth twitches, and he barks out a laugh, covering his mouth with one hand to hide his childish smile.

"Mikey, what the fuck!?"

He exclaims into the microphone, waving an arm past Eira and towards the backstage area. With no reply from the back forthcoming, his smile widens to a mocking grin. "Are you trying to fuck with me? Don't fuck with me. That's not a question or a suggestion, it's a fact. Just as factual and most people think I'm a fucking asshole, you just don't fuck with me man! I come out here, spouting my intentions to make PCW great again...go Trump by the way...and you promise me a match if I behave. I said I'd change this place, but you send out the same old news; the person that I've already beaten countless times and the person that everybody already knows I'm better than. This dance? We've done it before, and I'm not going to waste my time doing it again. Good joke, Mikey, now send out my REAL opponent."

Eira leans back, a smirk on her face as she brings the mic up to her mouth. "The only joke here is YOU."

Poking a finger into his sternum, she continues.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, the prodigal son of Pure Class Wrestling? Coming back to PCW and talking like you have any kind of motivation beyond needing a place where being a drunk asshole is a gimmick rather than a reason for euthanasia."

Her eyes narrow.

"I don't believe you. I don't believe you're here to help, and I don't believe you're here to 'make things right'. If you're even HALF convinced that the shit coming out of your mouth is true, you are at BEST an Emilio Estevez made-for-tv movie come to life."

Whitey gives a sidelong glance to the crowd, rolling his eyes in a perfect charismatic douchebag way before leaning in as close as he dared to Eira.

"I don't need this place to get drunk and for it to be accepted.” He smirks. “I hear you've been Lewiston before?”

Whitey returns the favor, jabbing his finger into Eira's chest.

"And let's be honest, you know I don't give a fuck what you think. When I first showed up here, I told people I was an asshole, I told people I was a lying cheating alcoholic drug addict piece of shit son of a bitch. And I held true to my word. What makes you think my word holds any less meaning now? I always say what I mean and I do what I say. Unlike you, who's somehow balanced this persona of being a good person over a mediocre career and half assed moral system. Your husband lights people on fire and you're going to tell me that I'M untrustworthy? Why don't you prance on back to the locker room and bask in your obscurity. I'm not fucking around this time, and I don't have time to deal with you."

Whitey holds his hands to his sides, palms open, as if dropping the entire conversation. As it looks like Eira is about to speak, however, he bursts in. "And Emilio Estevez is a fucking LEGEND. Have you even SEEN Young Guns?"

She leans back, arms crossed. "The only reason you have anything other than number of rehab visits to tally up is because you've cheated. Telling us you're a flaming douche nozzle doesn't absolve you of having been a flaming douche nozzle."

Her features settle into a glower.

"Murdoc DOES light people on fire, you're quite right. He is not me, he is not you, and we are not him. So if your only defense is ‘well yeah but your husband is a dick’, you got some work to do in that booze-soaked noggin of yours."

Her arms uncross, expression slipping into a coquettish smile.

"As for obscurity, well - EVERYONE knew who was coming before I even hit the stage." she raises both arms, twirling in a little pirouette for the crowd, getting a cheap pop. "They still remember me. PCW still remembers me. I’m gonna be changing it up a bit next Trauma, but for tonight I wanted to make sure YOUR happy ass still remembers me."

"Yeah, I remember you. I also remember the hooker I paid twenty dollars for a rub and tug back in ‘96. She means nothing to me, just like you and whatever....whatever the fuck it is you're doing out here. You don't want this fight."

This time, Whitey points a finger at his own chest, his smile growing a little more cold.

"I cheated because I'm fucking smart, not because I had to. Cheating isn't even a real fucking thing, it's just something that losers accuse winners of doing. I know that there are a hundred ways to beat anybody, and if I choose the way that I think will work best and it ruffles a few feathers in the process...fuck'em. Fuck'em all, because at the end of the day I was smarter than them and I fucking won. I could beat you playing by the...the fucking rules, I guess, as boring as that sounds. I'd let go on a five count, not get a countout victory, I'd probably even not hit you in the head with the brick I have hidden in my pants. I can beat anybody, ANYTIME, any way that I damn want. Don't you remember, woman? I'm the best."

Eira chuckles, a mean edge to the sound.

"Sidestepping the part where you just told us you bricked in your pants, so far as I'm concerned this is still all talk. You're good at talking, good at blustering, good at swaggering around the ring bragging about whatever it is you think you're good at."

She shrugs.

"You can salve your fragile masculinity by convincing yourself that you didn't cheat. You really want to do things the right way? Start now. You and me, right here in this ring. Unless I’m right, and you really are all talk...?" Raising an eyebrow, she tosses the mic to a tech at ringside, waiting expectantly.

She doesn’t have long to wait.

Ford's face flushes to deep red, his smile dropping from his face in an instant. With his jaw clenched, he levels a wordless, cold stare at Eira. His mouth opens and he starts to yell something into the microphone, but the words get stuck in his throat. He reels back, turning away to take a deep breath, before whipping his head back. When the words escaped his mouth, they came out dripping with anger.

"Fine. I'm not going to stand here and be judged by the likes of you. Accuse me of whatever the fuck you want, I'm here to fix the place that I...fucking...call...home."

The small contingent of fans who support Ford start to cheer, but Whitey pays them no heed. "If you want a...a 'fair' fight, then fine. I'll play by your stupid rules. I'll say it again. I'm the fucking best."

Whitey drops his microphone suddenly, lurching forward towards Eira. Her hands go up defensively, ready to strike Whitey down as he makes his move...but Whitey stops himself, grimacing and waving his hands in the air as he turns around and walks to his corner. Muttering obscenities, Whitey turns back towards Eira and yells across the ring, obviously affected by her verbal jab.

"You want your ass kicked the night you come back? I'm your huckleberry. Let’s DO this."

Referee Eric Russo shakes his head with the look of a man who has only just realized he’d been thrown under a bus with this gig. Foregoing the usual instructions, he waves them back from each other before signaling for the start of the match. The bell rings and Eira clears the ring in a streak of black and silver, tackling Ford down to the mat and unloading on him with right and left hands!

Jerry Andrews: Woah!

Ace Anderson: …

Jerry Andrews: Looks like Eira is ready to settle this score… but is Ford going to let her?

Ace Anderson: …

Jerry Andrews: Uh… you okay, Ace?

Ace Anderson: Nope. Nope, I’m out. I refuse to do color announcing for any match this *BLEEP*-ing son of a *BLEEP* has convinced the *BLEEP*-ing front office to book him in. Not happening.

Ace Anderson stands and makes his way through the staff corridor entrance to the side of the stage while Jerry Andrews gives the camera a bemused, deer-in-the-headlights stare before continuing.

Jerry Andrews: Well, as I was saying, folks… or, as I’m going to say - this should be one hell of a match! Potentially hell in a literal sense, if Murdoc shows up!

Eira continues to batter away at Ford's face. Russo starts to count and then demands Eira break it up. She raises a fist one more time, then backs off - but not before shooting the zebra a filthy look. Whitey clambers to his feet, rubbing an experimental hand over his jaw before shrugging and taking a slightly more wary stance.

Jerry Andrews: Looks like Ford remembers what kind of damage Eira can do!

As Eira argues with the official, Ford takes her down with a chop block! He follows it up with a rough twist her left knee, dropping an elbow onto the joint! Whitey shifts his weight to sets Eira up and locks in a figure four, the pain twisting her face an ugly grimace.

Jerry Andrews: And it looks like Ford remembered about that knee of hers, the Snap Crackle Pop delivered by the Black Hand nearly crippling her!

Eira struggles against the hold, eventually getting to the ropes! She brushes the ropes with two outstretched fingers, Russo calling it good and barking at Ford to let her go.

Jerry Andrews: Eira’s tenacity is really on display here, but Ford is one of the last mountains she needs to climb!

Ford pulls Eira up again, only to drop her with a shortarm clothesline. He pulls her up to deliver a textbook perfect hangman's neckbreaker, going for a cover!

...1!

…….2!

- Kickout!

Eira kicks out JUST after two, Whitey pulling Eira up again and backing her into the corner. Eira battles her way out with rights and lefts, sheer ferocity gaining headway until she has enough room to tackle Whitey down to the mat to start unloading on him with fist again! He covers up and manages to roll out of the ring to regain his composure.

Jerry Andrews: Eric Russo once again in a heated discussion with Eira -

Suddenly Eira runs and she flies through the ropes, hitting Ford with a suicide dive!

Jerry Andrews: - and it looks like she couldn’t care less!

Eira is up to her feet quickly and she throws Ford into the ringside barrier head-first! Eira picks him up again and drops him throat-first this time! She hears Russo counting and slides in and out of the ring to break up the count.

Eira grabs Whitey, but he reverses to lock in a hold of his own - and throws her directly into the steel steps! Unloading on her with a series of stomps, he pulls her back and whips her towards the guard rail! She reverses at the last second, throwing Whitey into the barrier again instead. Taking advantage of his momentary disorientation, she slips back into the ring for some breathing room.

Jerry Andrews: Eira looks like she’s starting to feel the match. I wonder how long these two can last?

Ford slowly returns to the ring, Eira going in for the attack but Whitey reverses, hauling her up to drop her with a backbreaker! He pulls her up, but Eira goes deadweight in his grasp, yanking herself out of his hold! Dropping to a crouch she hits him with a quick leg sweep. Dropping an elbow down for good measure, Eira goes in for a cover.

…1!

…...2!

- Kickout!!

It’s Whitey’s turn to kick out JUST after the two count, Eira rolling off to pull him up again - but Ford hits a sharp jab to her midsection! Eira’s torso appears to curl around his fist from the force of the blow, Whitey yanking his hand free and giving her a good ol’ schoolyard shove into the turnbuckle! She hits the post back-first, Whitey jumping onto the second rope for more leverage as he begins to rain strikes down on Eira!

Jerry Andrews: This is intense, but nothing less than what we could expect out of a matchup with these two!

Ford continues to batter away at Eira, somehow missing - or avoiding - her skull as though mindful of the head injuries he capitalized on in his last tenure. Russo starts to count, and then finally demans Ford break it up - caught up in the moment, Whitey ignores the referee! Russo again insists that he stop using a closed fist - Ford hauls his hand back for one more strike, arm trembling and tense in response to the internal war battling behind his eyes.

Jerry Andrews: Looks like Whitey isn’t going to be able to keep it together. Maybe following the rules is just something outside his ability!

Decision made, Whitey Ford grimaces before miraculously dropping his arm in frustration and backing off!

He gives her about ten seconds, then pulls Eira to her feet for another setup - but she drives the palm of her hand right into his jaw, staggering him! She charges at him, but he dodges and shoves at Eira, causing them both to stumble. Recovering in seconds, Eira whips around to face Whitey Ford as he lunges, lifting one big, black, heavy-treaded boot to level Ford with a kick to the face!! Eira grabs Whitey by the hair and lifts him to his feet, but he twists in her grasp to fire a punch into her sternum! They release each other in pained unison, hands on knees and staring at each other, panting and ragged, when suddenly the lights go out!

Jerry Andrews: Oh hell… looks like Murdoc is coming to play!

A reasonable assumption, but the strobing lights show a very different scene! With the distorted visual of frenetic, psychological thriller style stop motion camera work, a coterie of nightmarish children’s characters come into view!

Jerry Andrews: SEROMINE! Seromine and his crew are here, and they’re surrounding the ring!

Sure enough, Seromine and his goons are surrounding the ring, tattered robes and clawed hands reaching out as they slither under the ropes! Whitey and Eira glance around themselves, staring at each other for a few seconds as the obvious threat begins to surround them. As though coming to the same conclusion in the same nanosecond, they share a wry smile. Each sticking an arm out, the two now-former bloodsworn enemies clasp wrists like the warriors of old before going back to back!

Jerry Andrews: I don’t believe it! Whitey “The Asshole” Ford and Eira are joining forces!

Whitey gets the nearest costumed avatar of mindfuck in an armbar, switching it up to a shoulder lock and shoving them away! The goon stumbles back into another, both tumbling into the ropes as Eira halts the forward motion of the attacker directly in front of her with a sharp, efficient jab to the throat! Visual tracking starts getting lost as Eira and Whitey become a blur, back to back and circling against each other, attacks flying left and right, but despite their skill and fury, the numbers game is against them!

Jerry Andrews: Oh god… this is difficult to watch…

Eira and Whitey begin to lose ground as the contingent closes in around them, viewers strongly reminded of a zombie horde closing over the last survivors of the apocalypse - suddenly the lights snap on in full, blinding everyone in the ring! In those few moments, help floods in from the back!

Jerry Andrews: Look at this! Dan Fierce! Kelli Starr! Andy D! Even Rick Majors is getting in on the action!

Sure enough, four of Pure Class Wrestlings top competitors hit the ring at a dead run, each taking on at least one of Seromine’s group to give the beleaguered Whitey and Eira some space! As the still-outnumbered rescuers fight, a massive form races through from the staff entryway and hits the ring at a dead run!

Jerry Andrews: MURDOC! Murdoc has entered the ring, it’s a free for all down here!

Murdoc wastes no time in straight-arm punching the man closest to Eira clear out of the ring, grunting as two more latch themselves onto him, flailing with any attack they can land! With Murdoc occupied the rest turn their attentions back to the PCW superstars

Seeing the inevitable, Seromine issues a strange series of incoherent, guttural words. Whatever the meaning, it seems to be understood by his posse - all of whom shake themselves free and melt out of the ring! The assembled in the ring take inventory of the damages, watching as Seromine backs his way up the ramp, a low chant increasing in volume as his followers pick up on the mantra, the words incomprehensible but the meaning clear: this is just the beginning.

Jerry Andrews: We need to reset everything here before our main event. Let's take a look at the Dan Fierce/Murdoc rivalry while we get things under control.

PCW Trauma: July 21st, 2016 The three in the ring turn to the stage as Razor Blade enters the arena! Microphone in hand, he stands there for a few moments, soaking up his own entrance music and staring intensely towards cameras. “I am here for my match! I have asked and asked, I have performed on Traumas and been held down by the corporate establishment… but it ends now!” At this point Nigel Gale looks bemused, Brenna Gordon looks irritated, and Dontevius Ellis is just standing there with his hand over his face, one eye staring out through his fingers as though unable to believe what he’s seeing. “I DEMAND my Icey’s match, and I DEMAND it to be for the World Championship, and I DEMAND -” The crowd bursts into cheers of what may actually be pure relief as ”Hail to the Chief” marches out of the speaker system! ... “Now, it seems you’re feeling like you haven’t been given a fair shot here in Pure Class Wrestling. I can understand that, and I can understand that you want what you feel is your fair chance.” The crowd boos loudly, making the opinion of the PCW Faithful known. “So here it is, Razor Blade. Here’s your chance. TONIGHT, you will get your match! I’ll book you right here, right now, for a match to take place AFTER THE ONE ALREADY BOOKED.” Razor crosses his arms and stares with intensity. “Tonight, ladies and gentlemen, we will see Razor Blade face off against an opponent of MY choosing to challenge for the number one contendership…” He trails off for effect, the entire arena waiting with palpable suspense. “...of the Pure Class Wrestling World Championship title!” ... The crowd starts to boo and jeer, an angry Razor Blade glowering around as he waits. Jerry Andrews: Where ARE they? Ace Anderson: Let’s be honest here, Jerry. If Razor is getting the chance at the number one contender, he’s gotta compete against someone here tonight. But I don’t know many PCW stars that aren’t IN THE AUDEINCE! They’re fans tonight, just like everyone else. Jerry Andrews: And to make it a decent match, it has to be someone ... Jerry’s words are inexplicably cut off as the lights disappear. The entire arena is bathed in the darkness. Cell phone lights begin cropping up one after another, until there are nothing but pinpricks of light filling the crowd. The electricity is building in the air. Almost ... a religious experience, because the crowd certainly has an idea of what is about to happen. Ace Anderson: Oh god. Razor, run. Use the cover of darkness and just run. NO ONE will think you a coward. The crowd pops as a violent explosion rocks the arena! The ropes of the ring are completely engulfed in flames. The orange glow overpowers the fluorescent stars in the audience. Razor stands in the middle of the ring, non-plussed about the explosion but ... well, the heat and the fire aren’t the most comfortable thing in the world. The noise is at its’ peak as a secondary explosion rocks the arena, this time a single burst of flame striking the center of the ring. Once the flame and the smoke dissipates, there’s nothing left but the hulking frame of The Unclean Beast standing upon the scorched canvas . Murdoc’s face raising from its’ previous gaze towards the canvas to stare directly at Razor Blade. The Masked Official looks absolutely panicked at the fire on the ring ropes and at the arrival of Murdoc; he certainly wasn’t expecting this. ... Dragging him to the middle of the ring, he rolls him onto his back and drops down into a lateral press for the pinfall attempt. 1! 2! ... 3! DING DING DING! Winner: Murdoc Murdoc climbing off of the lifeless body of Razor Blade to the sound of shocked silence, he continues to throw probing boots at the man’s head and face, the flames on the ropes guttering out to smoking strands. Like a wild animal toying with a dying meal. He begins to reach down and pick up his fallen opponent when suddenly... "Shut Your Mouth," by Garbage begins blaring over the speakers. The crowd cheers wildly as Dan Fierce strides pointedly down the aisle with more catwalk attitude than New York Fashion Week. Jerry Andrews: Looks like the Fabulous One means business. Ace Anderson: Is he suicidal? That's Murdoc in the ring! Fierce gets to the ring, produces a microphone and motions for the music to be cut. He starts to speak, but before he does he "politely" kicks the convalescing Razor out of the ring and onto the floor. Murdoc watches with a tilted head as Fierce returns his attention to the behemoth. The look on Fierce's face is one of unadulterated rage. "I almost... ALMOST... ran down here to stop you from completely crippling Razor. ALMOST. You wanna know what stopped me? It wasn't fear. It wasn't common sense. It was morbid curiosity. I wanted to see just how this train wreck would play out." Fierce pauses for a few seconds before glaring daggers into Murdoc. "Not that I couldn't have guessed the outcome. I mean you ARE a monster, after all. I thought it was all fun and games. Until Wryght stuck his nose in and it became a number one contender's match. How cute." He pauses again. " I don't know if you've and your buddy, our esteemed President, are fully aware of this, but I. AM. THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER! NOT YOU! NOT THAT HUMAN DOORMAT DOWN THERE! ME! I. EARNED. THAT. SPOT. And in case you lost your short term memory from one too many chair shots to the head, buck-o, that means you and this overpaid jobber can sit down, shut up, and wait your turn! I am sick to death of people coming out of the woodworks, trying to justify cutting in line for what I worked hard for! I defeated the man who knocked you out of this competition. Like it or not, that means I get the shot, NOT you! That's called a contract." The audience provides a mix of reactions to Dan's seeming tantrum. Fierce holds up his fingers to quiet them. "However, since you were technically eliminated under shady circumstances, I'll offer you this: unlike the majority of the locker room, you DON'T scare me. I've faced big bad bullies like you my entire life and every time I've walked away with my head held high. So here's my proposition: You want an ACTUAL shot? I'll put my money where my mouth is, right here in this ring at Return to Glory. I'll face you one-on-one for my number one contendership, and I'll even play by YOUR rules. A "no holds barred match." Dan stands toe-to-toe with the towering Murdoc as the audience cheers. "I'll prove to everyone once and for all that this bit..." His words are cut short by a huge hand clamping his throat. Murdoc lifts him up and nearly chokeslams Fierce through the mat. Murdoc picks up the microphone, placing it to his mouth as he stands bolt upright. "I accept." PCW Return to Glory VII: August 11th, 2016 Jerry Andrews: I’m not going ANYwhere near that ring, and I don’t think anyone in their right mind will either. Murdoc’s in there. Dan Fierce will. As he rushes Murdoc from behind, he jumps onto Murdoc’s back and it looks as though he’s going for Murdoc’s right arm, but Murdoc uses the sudden shift in momentum thanks to Fierce’s head of steam, Murdoc is able to slip out of the grasp of Dan Fierce. Dan landing on his feet in front of Murdoc, Murdoc lands a massive clothesline on Dan Fierce that plants him to the mat. Instead of standing, Murdoc goes for Dan Fierce’s throat and begins throttling the life out of him. A referee right there next to the pair, he can’t even begin to tell Murdoc to relinquish the hold. Murdoc can feel the life fading from Dan Fierce and squeezes even harder. There will be no escape; he will take what is his! DING DING DING! And Dan Fierce has tapped out! With his final breaths, Dan Fierce has tapped out! As Murdoc stands, the referee raises his hand ... ... but beside him, the second referee raises Michael Wryght’s hand! The crowd is stunned and Murdoc is right there to get in the PCW President’s face but Showtime has already slipped out of the ring and made his way towards the ramp. Jerry Andrews: What ... what’s going on? Murdoc submitted Dan Fierce! Ace Anderson: Jerry, you’re right except ... you’re WRONG! Showtime pinned Dan Fierce! Had him rolled up from the back! A replay is shown on the PCWTron for the entire world to see. Even Murdoc is watching the footage. There’s Murdoc with the choke on Dan Fierce ... the referee right there beside him. But in the last few seconds before Dan Fierce taps out, Showtime is crawling towards the back and wraps the legs, prompting a three count from the second referee! The video is replayed several times, but there’s no clear cut victor! It looks as though Dan Fierce tapped out at nearly the same time the referee made the three count. Winner: ??? The video stops and the PCWTron goes to black. Dan Fierce is starting to stir in the middle of the ring, the referees disputing the finish of the match. PCW Trauma 197: August 25th, 2016 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 200: October 20th, 2016 “ ... 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. PCW Trauma 201: November 3rd, 2016 One… Two…. Thr…… BOOM! Jerry Andrews: What the hell…!? Ace Anderson: Holy fu…… A HUGE fireball explodes above the ring. The crowd screams in terror. Almost immediately, medical personnel and PCW security members come running down to the ring. There’s near chaos inside the PCW Arena as the crowd panics. They scramble to get away from the ringside area while staff check on Majors, Fierce and referee Charles Lim. Ace Anderson: What in the hell was that!? The worst seems to be over and gradually the crowd calms down and they turn their attention back to the ring. EMTs are currently checking on Majors, Fierce and Lim who all remain laid on in the ring. Jerry Andrews: Some sort of huge fireball just exploded above the ring, folks. Ace Anderson: Do you think…. ? Jerry Andrews: Murdoc? It’s entirely possible. Ace Anderson: But, given the current state of PCW, it could have been a number of people or groups. Majors and Fierce are backed into opposite corners and they’re both being looked at by PCW doctors. Charles Lim is now outside of the ring, seated on the floor, speaking to EMTs. Jerry Andrews: I hate to even say this given that we don’t know if the participants are unharmed, but, what does this mean for this match? Ace Anderson: Well, the good news is that Majors, Fierce and our referee all seem to be conscious and alert. As for the match, I have no idea. Did Charles Lim count to three. Jerry Andrews: I honestly have no idea. He might have hit the mat for three, but I don’t think so. I thought maybe I saw Fierce kick out? Ace Anderson: All I remember seeing is flames, to be honest. PCW Trauma 202: November 17, 2016 Slowly Dan Fierce staggers to his feet. He looks down at the destruction. He looks out at the crowd. He then slowly pulls Rick Majors up from the rubble. Jerry Andrews: Hello? Hello? Are we on? Fierce drags Majors to the ring and rolls him inside. Jerry Andrews: Okay… umm… wow…. Ace Anderson: Hello? Okay, we’re back. Jerry Andrews: What an devastating move. And, remember folks, Rick Majors has had several neck surgeries in is career. Inside the ring, Dan Fierce pulls Majors up…. Jerry Andrews: MAKEOVER!!!! Ace Anderson: The cover! 1….. 2….. 3!!!! The bell rings. Dan Fierce rolls off of his opponent. The crowd explodes. Jerry Andrews: Dan Fierce has done it! Ace Anderson: What a war! The long road back is nearly complete! Dan Fierce is the new number one contender for the PCW World Title! WINNER & NUMBER ONE CONTENDER: Dan Fierce via Pinfall Dan Fierce slowly gets to his feet. He wipes the blood from his face as the referee raises his arm in the air. Jerry Andrews: Dan Fierce just earned himself a match with Murdoc with the biggest prize in the business on the line! Ace Anderson: What a performance by Dan Fierce! I can’t wait for that championship match! There’s a lot of unfinished business between those two! PCW Trauma 203: December 1, 2016 Jerry Andrews: What a match and what a night we had tonight! Ace Anderson: It's been another big show and I can't wait for Collision Course! Jerry Andrews: We'll see you soon. For all of us here at PCW.... BOOM! Suddenly there's a huge flash of light. Screams and chaos hit the arena as no one knows exactly what is going on. As the cameras struggle to focus, we see that the ring, the mats at the ringside area and the entire ramp is on fire! PCW officials rush out to control the situation. Everyone is panicked. In the confusion, a camera manages to point at the entrance way. Standing there, looking at the chaos and fire that covers the entire PCW Arena..... ... is Dan Fierce. He smiles and nods his head. He then points right at the camera and makes a motion around his waist, miming a title belt. And then... - CLICK -

Jerry Andrews: Murdoc and Dan Fierce. It's going to be something special.

Ace Anderson: Murdoc won the title from Grimm back at Deadly Intentions and then, well, disappeared.

Jerry Andrews: The last time we actually saw him, outside of a few minutes ago, was on PCW Trauma 200 when he walked out before his scheduled match. Do you think that absence helps him or hurts him, Ace.

Ace Anderson: Well, it certainly gave him a chance to rest up. He went through a war with Grimm at Deadly Intentions, so the time away definitely gave him time to heal any injuries he might have sustained. Plus, if you think about his opponent, he's done anything but rest since Deadly Intentions.

Jerry Andrews: That's for sure. Since nearly winning the Deadly Rumble, Dan Fierce competed - and lasted a very long time - in the Trauma 200 main event against some of the best PCW has to offer. A match that Murdoc skipped, by the way. Fierce he faced off in not one, but two grueling and physical matches against Rick Majors to earn himself a title shot here tonight.

Ace Anderson: And all while Murdoc has been at home.

Jerry Andrews: Do you think there will be any ring rust for Murdoc though?

Ace Anderson: Murdoc is an experienced professional. He certainly knows how to stay in ring shape. I wouldn't expect him to have much rust.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the PCW World Championship!”

The crowd explodes.

The synthesized guitar thrumming of Adam Lambert's "Shady" pulse over the speakers. The entire arena is split into six colored sections of

RED
ORANGE
YELLOW
GREEN
BLUE
PURPLE

Each section switches colors in order in time to the music. As the second verse kicks in, a group of a half dozen glistening, muscle-bound men of all shapes and colors, dressed in black leather pants, fuchsia boots, and Murdoc masks dance our from the back, looking like a PCW version of Magic Mike gone Murdoc. They prance and stroll their way down to the ramp, circling the ring, and then, one by one, stopping to line the catwalk from the back to the ring in a staggered pattern.

Baby, I’m on the hunt
Baby, I got my target on you
Trouble, that’s what I want
And I’m gonna do
Just what I have to
Get your ass down to the front
Go on and roll it out, I dare you
Sorry I’m kinda drunk
But did you just say your game was brand new

No, I ain’t broken, but I need a fix
That satisfaction when I, I get my kicks
I’m up all night, I’m outta sight
Don’t turn on the light
'Cause I’m feeling so shady lately

The music pauses and the lights go out briefly.  Confetti cannons at each corner of the ring and in front of the entrance explode into life, bringing the lights back on with them. Out comes Dan Fierce! The audience gets to their feet, cheering wildly!

Come on and take me underground
Deep under the street
Come on and take me, take me down
Where freaks like us can meet

Jerry Andrews: The Faithful are eating this up!

Ace Anderson: If Fierce ain't careful, Murdoc will eat HIM up.

Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up
Turn it way up, don’t stop the beat

Come on and turn me, turn me out
'Cause I’m feeling so shady lately

Dan Fierce makes his way down to the ring, keeping rhythm to the music whilst mockingly dispatching each Murdoc impostor in turn. The first one, he simply blows a kiss to, which causes the sculpted fake to faint.

Gonna go and get me a shot
Gonna knock it back, forget all my blues

He saunters over to the second one, feels the man's chest and fakes a chop that knocks him back against the guard rail.

Yeah, that really hits the spot
I’m feeling pretty fierce in my dancin’ shoes
No, I ain’t broken, but I need a fix
That satisfaction when I get my kicks

He sashays over to the next one, bumping the dancer off of the ramp with some well placed twerking.

I’m up all night, I’m outta sight
Don’t turn on the light
'Cause I’m feeling so shady lately
Come on and take me underground
Deep under the street
Come on and take me, take me down
Where freaks like us can meet

The fourth and fifth ones try to double team him with clotheslines, but Fierce grabs their arms, twirling them out to arm's length and back in, only to knock noggins and fall away.

Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up
Turn it way up, don’t stop the beat
Come on and turn me, turn me out
'Cause I’m feeling so shady lately



I throw more shade than a cloudy day
The brakes don’t work, I’m just a runaway train
Somebody come and help me out,
All I wanna be is free
I was tryin’ to get down, now I can’t get out
I’m shady lately

The final, and inarguably the bulkiest of the faux Murdocs approaches Dan, blocking his entrance to the ring with crossed arms. Dan smiles at the appreciative audience, shrugging his shoulders. With an adrenaline assisted spike of energy, he fakes a few kicks at the large man, the behemoth putting on a show in response, and falling to defeat with the final roundhouse kick. Dan finally enters the ring, getting the crowd behind him on all sides.

Come on and take me underground
Deep under the street
Come on and take me, take me down
Where freaks like us can meet
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up
Turn it way up, don’t stop the beat
Come on and turn me, turn me out
'Cause I’m feeling so shady lately

He strikes one final pose in the center of the ring as the confetti cannons fire one more time, showering the ring with glitter and colorful paper.

Shady lately!

“Introducing first, the challenger, from San Francisco, California: DAN FIERCE!”

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

BOOM!!

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

“And his opponent, he is the PCW World Champion: MURDOC!”

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

The bell rings and the two men face off in the center of the ring.

Jerry Andrews: This is already intense. You can feel the animosity between these two competitors from our announce table.

Ace Anderson: Imagine the intensity inside the ring!

Suddenly, Dan Fierce slaps Murdoc across the face! The crowd gasps.

Jerry Andrews: OhMyGod…. That probably wasn’t safe. You DO NOT want to piss off Murdoc.

Ace Anderson: Dan Fierce wants to show Murdoc - and the world - that he’s not afraid.

The slap sends Murdoc into a rage. He tackles Fierce down to the mat and unloads on him with a series of rights and lefts to the face. Fierce tries to cover up, but Murdoc is relentless. Eventually the referee tries to pulls Murdoc off of his opponent. This causes the champ to stand up and stare down the official.

Jerry Andrews: Well… we were wondering if Murdoc was going to show up tonight. It’s now quite obvious that he has.

Ace Anderson: He’s just stalking referee Charles Lim right now. If he’s not careful, he could get himself disqualified.

Jerry Andrews: I would hope not. I want to see a winner here tonight!

Fierce takes advantage of a distracted Murdoc and he leaps up, hitting the champion with a big dropkick! Murdoc falls to the mat. Fierce now grabs Murdoc's head as he starts to stand and Fierce hits him with a swinging neck breaker! Fierce stands up and he starts to stomp away on Murdoc. Fierce drops an elbow. Fierce now with another elbow. Fierce's back up, and he drops another elbow!

Jerry Andrews: Fierce taking the early advantage here!

Ace Anderson: He’s come out on fire - pardon the pun!

Jerry Andrews: What was the pun? “Come out” or “on fire?”

Fierce now pulls Murdoc up and he Irish whips him into the corner. Fierce charges at Murdoc. Murdoc gets his feet up and he kicks Fierce in the face! Murdoc runs out of the corner now and he clotheslines Dan Fierce down to the mat! Fierce gets back to his feet, but Murdoc clotheslines him down once again! Fierce slowly stands up one more time, only to be hit with another clothesline! Fierce stays down this time! Murdoc now hits a leg drop! He slowly pulls Fierce to his feet and he backs him into the corner. Murdoc now climbs to the second rope and he unloads on Fierce with punches.

Jerry Andrews: The physical presence and power of Murdoc is on display right here.

Ace Anderson: Dan Fierce can’t allow Murdoc to dictate the pace of this match and impose his will on him if he wants to walk out with the title.

Jerry Andrews: Sure, but how do you stop him?

Murdoc pulls Fierce out of the corner and he drops him with a headbutt.

Murdoc now pulls Dan Fierce up to his feet. Murdoc whips Fierce off of the ropes. As Fierce returns, Murdoc hits him with a sidewalk slam! Murdoc stands up and delivers a leg drop! He now pulls Fierce up, and he sends him back down with brainbuster! Murdoc goes for the cover now:
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Ace Anderson: Fierce kicks out!

Jerry Andrews: But Murdoc is completely in control here.

Murdoc pulls Fierce up again and he lifts him onto his shoulder. Murdoc now sends Fierce crashing into the mat with a running powerslam! Murdoc now unloads with a series of punches! The referee pulls Murdoc off of Fierce. Murdoc pushes the ref aside and he pulls Fierce to his feet. Murdoc sets Fierce up and he delivers a piledriver.

Jerry Andrews: That could have snapped Fierce’s neck!

Murdoc now hits another leg drop. He pulls Fierce up only to drop him with a big clothesline. Fierce staggers to his feet. Murdoc takes him down again. Again Fierce gets up. Again he’s dropped down. Fierce uses the ropes to pull himself up, but Murdoc takes him down once more. Fierce tries to pull himself up again, but Murdoc unleashes a series of stomps, keeping Dan Fierce down on the mat.

Jerry Andrews: Dan Fierce may want to stay down at this point.

Ace Anderson: He’s got too much fight in him to do that.

Murdoc pulls Fierce up and he hits him with a brutal powerbomb, sending Fierce crashing into the mat! Murdoc with a cover now:
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Jerry Andrews: Dan Fierce kicks out!

Ace Anderson: Murdoc might have to kill him to keep him down!

Jerry Andrews: Quiet! He’ll hear you!

Murdoc stands up now. He pulls Fierce up with him. Murdoc now hits Fierce with an elbow to the face. He now follows up with a forearm shot! Fierce stumbles backwards, leaning off of the ropes. Murdoc hits Fierce with a hook punch, sending him into the corner!

Jerry Andrews: Murdoc just UNLOADING on Dan Fierce here!

Ace Anderson: How much of this can one man take!?

Murdoc now walks into the corner and he grabs Fierce. He whips Fierce across the ring. Fierce hits the turnbuckle HARD! Murdoc walks over towards the opposite corner. Fierce stumbles out of the corner, seemingly in a daze. Murdoc approaches Fierce when suddenly....

Jerry Andrews: BOOM! My God! what a vicious jumping enzuigiri by Dan Fierce!

Ace Anderson: That just came out of NOWHERE!

Jerry Andrews: Exactly! And Murdoc hit the mat like a ton of bricks!

Both men are down now. Dan Fierce slowly gets to his feet first. He starts to stomp away on Murdoc now.

Ace Anderson: And just like that, with one move, the tables have turned!

Dan Fierce now pulls Murdoc up. He hits Murdoc with a forearm before hitting him with a running clothesline. Murdoc is staggered, but doesn’t fall. Fierce takes a step back and tries again. He clotheslines Murdoc down to the mat. Fierce drops an elbow on Murdoc. Fierce stands up and he grabs Murdoc's right leg. He begins to stomp on the back of the leg. Fierce now drops an elbow directly onto Murdoc's knee! Fierce stands up and drops another elbow to the knee! Fierce places Murdoc's leg on the mat. He holds it down with both hands and drives his knee into Murdoc's knee!

AT: Dan Fierce working on Murdoc's leg now!

Ace Anderson: Smart thinking. You don’t usually see Dan Fierce target the legs, but it’s a sound strategy against a powerhouse like Murdoc.

Dan Fierce now drags Murdoc by the leg into the center of the ring. He holds Murdoc's right leg up and swings around it! Fierce now falls to the mat, locking Murdoc in a figure-four leg lock!

Jerry Andrews: Figure-four right in the center of the ring!

Ace Anderson: Dan Fierce going with some unexpected offense in this big match. I like this strategy a lot!

Murdoc struggles in the move. Dan Fierce tightens his grip. The referee asks Murdoc if he wants to submit. Murdoc defiantly says "no!" Dan Fierce tightens the hold again. Murdoc stretches back, trying to reach the ropes. He now falls to the mat, trying to loosen the pressure. Both shoulders touch the mat and the referee starts to count:
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Murdoc sits up. He now reaches his arm up, trying to gain the momentum to reverse the hold.

Jerry Andrews: There’s no way Murdoc actually submits, is there?

Ace Anderson: I doubt it, but stranger things have happened. Plus, he could end up being pinned by this move.

Dan Fierce sits up and he punches Murdoc in the face! Murdoc falls back down to the mat:
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Murdoc sits up again. The referee asks him if he wants to submit. Again Murdoc yells no. Dan Fierce pulls back on Murdoc's leg! The referee checks again. Again Murdoc says no. Murdoc now starts to reach to the side, desperately trying to reach the ropes! Fierce is fighting him!

Jerry Andrews: Murdoc is struggling here, trying to get to the ropes!

Ace Anderson: He’s almost there!

Murdoc keeps reaching. He's still several inches away from the ropes. Fierce tries to pull him away! Murdoc keeps reaching...

Jerry Andrews: HE'S GOT THE ROPES!

The referee counts to four and then forces Fierce to break the hold. Dan Fierce stands up. Murdoc is struggling to get up, using the ropes.

Ace Anderson: The damage may have been done though. The whole course of this match could have been changed. Murdoc looks HURT.

Dan Fierce waits until Murdoc is on his feet, and then he leaps at him, hitting Murdoc's leg with a chop block! Murdoc falls back down to the mat! Fierce grabs Murdoc's right leg again. He now drags him back into the center of the ring. He turns around Murdoc's right leg once again, setting up another figure four. Murdoc kicks Fierce with his left leg! Fierce goes flying forwards, hitting the turnbuckle! Fierce rebounds backwards now, and Murdoc rolls him up!
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Jerry Andrews: And Dan Fierce kicks out!

Ace Anderson: That almost ended in an instant!

Jerry Andrews: You can never count Murdoc out of a match.

Dan Fierce quickly stands up now, stomping away on Murdoc. Fierce pulls Murdoc up. He sends him back down to the mat with a suplex. Fierce pulls Murdoc up once again. He sets him up for another suplex. Murdoc blocks it. Fierce tries again. Again Murdoc blocks it. One more attempt. One more block. Murdoc now lifts Fierce up, hitting him with a suplex of his own!

Jerry Andrews: BOOM! Maybe the momentum will head back in Murdoc's favour now!

Ace Anderson: These two guys are doing whatever they can to get an upper hand and neither can maintain control for long.

Murdoc uses the ropes to get back to his feet. He limps over towards Dan Fierce, who is just starting to get up. Murdoc clotheslines him down to the mat. Murdoc now pulls Fierce up, only to hit him with a DDT!

Jerry Andrews: A cover! This could be it!

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Ace Anderson: Dan Fierce kicks out!

Murdoc pulls Dan Fierce up now. He lifts Fierce up.

Jerry Andrews: SNAKE EYES!

Dan Fierce is down hurt. Murdoc goes for a quick cover:
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Jerry Andrews: Dan Fierce kicks out again!

Ace Anderson: Murdoc making Fierce use energy with each and every one of these kick outs. That’s the veteran ability of Murdoc coming out here tonight.

Both men get to their feet. Murdoc charges at Fierce hitting him with a clothesline! The force of the blow sends both men over the top ropes!

Jerry Andrews: They're both on the outside now!

Murdoc gets to his feet first. He grabs Fierce and he slams him face first into the ring apron. He now grabs Fierce by the head and he drags him over to the announcers' position!

Ace Anderson: Oh no….

Murdoc now throws Fierce onto the announce table! The referee's count is at five! Murdoc climbs onto the table now!

Jerry Andrews: It looks like the referee's going to allow this! No one wants to see a disqualification in this match!

Murdoc pulls Fierce up now. He sets Fierce up…. Brainbuster through the table! Fierce's head crashes through the wood and down onto the floor!

Ace Anderson: MY GOD!

Jerry Andrews: HEAD FIRST THROUGH THE TABLE WITH FEROCITY!

The referee's count is at eight now! Murdoc slowly gets to his feet and he pulls Fierce up. He now throws Fierce into the ring and quickly follows him in, right before the referee gets to ten!

Ace Anderson: The referee is allowing all of this!

Jerry Andrews: Again, no one wants to see this match end in a countout or disqualification!

Ace Anderson: Murdoc with a cover and this is going to be it.

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Jerry Andrews: DAN FIERCE KICKS OUT!

Ace Anderson: How in the hell did he do that!?

Murdoc pulls Fierce to his feet. He whips him hard into the corner. Murdoc runs at Fierce, hitting him with a clothesline in the corner! Dan Fierce stumbles out of the corner. Murdoc grabs him from behind. Fierce breaks free. Dan Fierce now quickly spins around and leaps up!

Jerry Andrews: HURRICANRANA!

Ace Anderson: Out of nowhere! Dan Fierce still has life in him!

Fierce stands up now. Murdoc stumbles up to his feet and staggers backwards into the corner. Dan Fierce runs at him, hitting a flying forearm. Fierce now waits for Murdoc to stagger out of the corner and he hits another hurricanrana, this time spiking Murdoc into the mat!

Jerry Andrews: GLITTER BOMB!

Ace Anderson: A cover!

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Jerry Andrews: NO! Murdoc kicked out!

Dan Fierce pulls Murdoc up now. He hits Murdoc with a left knee to the midsection Fierce now grabs Murdoc and he hits him with a right knee to the head! Murdoc falls to the mat now. Dan Fierce goes for another cover:
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Jerry Andrews: Murdoc KICKS OUT!

Dan Fierce climbs the ropes now! He leaps off of the ropes with a diving elbow!

Jerry Andrews: NOBODY HOME!

Murdoc with a quick cover:
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Jerry Andrews: KICKOUT!

Murdoc slowly gets to his feet as does Dan Fierce. Fierce grabs him and goes for an Irish whips. Murdoc reverses the move and he Irish whips Fierce off of the ropes. As Fierce rebounds Murdoc attempts a double axe handle!

Jerry Andrews: OBLIVION!

Ace Anderson: Fierce dodges it!

Dan Fierce comes off of the ropes with a spinning wheel kick, dropping Murdoc. Fierce gets to his feet first, but Murdoc isn’t far behind. Dan Fierce charges with a thrust kick, but Murdoc sidesteps it. As Fierce turns around Murdoc hits him with a big right hand!

Ace Anderson: Boom!

Dan Fierce stumbles backwards now. He leans on the ropes and falls through them to the outside! Murdoc follows Fierce to the outside now. Murdoc sets Fierce up on the outside, but Fierce breaks free. He hits Murdoc with a big right leg roundhouse kick. Fierce now grabs Murdoc and he throws him into the steel steps. Fierce pulls his opponent up and rolls him into the ring.

Back inside the ring, Fierce stomps away on Murdoc. Murdoc rolls to the ropes and slowly uses them to pull himself up. Fierce attacks with a big roundhouse to the head. Murdoc falls and he crawls to the corner. Fierce with another kick as Murdoc tries to pull himself up.

Ace Anderson: Dan Fierce has been chipping way at the armor of Murdoc all match and it seems to be working.

Dan pulls Murdoc to his feet. He sets Murdoc up for a suplex. Murdoc blocks it! He now whips Fierce across the ring! As Dan Fierce comes back and Murdoc attempts a clothesline. Dan Fierce ducks it! He now hits Murdoc with a dropkick! Dan Fierce pulls Murdoc up, hitting with a snapmare takedown! Dan Fierce now dropkicks Murdoc in the head!

Jerry Andrews: Fierce in charge now! Murdoc looks out of sorts.

Dan Fierce waits for Murdoc to get to his feet and then he sets him up...

Jerry Andrews: He’s attempting a makeover!

Ace Anderson: HE HIT IT!

Dan Fierce now goes for the cover:
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Ace Anderson: It’s over!

Jerry Andrews: DAN FIERCE HAS DONE IT!

“Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of this match and the NEEWWWWWWW PCW WORLD CHAMPION: DAN FIERCE!”

Ace Anderson: What a moment!

Winner via pinfall and new PCW World Champion: Dan Fierce

Dan Fierce stands up and then falls to his knees as the reality of the moment hits him. The referee enters the ring and hands him the PCW World Championship. The crowd explodes as Dan Fierce raises the title above his head in victory.

Jerry Andrews: After everything he’s been through, in PCW and in life, Dan Fierce can now call himself champion!

Ace Anderson: What a night! What a match! And what a performance from Dan Fierce!

Jerry Andrews: He earned everything in PCW the hard way and it’s all paid off! Dan Fierce is the PCW World Champion!

Fierce climbs the turnbuckles and raises the title in the air as the show comes to a close.

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