Trauma 207 Results!

[Eira]

Thursday February 16th, 2017

The cameras pan out over the partying crowd, signs held up here and there catching the tech’s eye as the feed zooms in. A sneering woman in full gothic regalia holds up a sign printed in Ye Olde English: “STILL WAITING ON EIRA TO RETURN” while a bro-looking fan brandishes his own message: “ED LANE IS AN UNLUCKY MF’ER”. A section of seating inhabited entirely by fans wearing Hiroshi Yukio swag hold up a huge banner: “WELCOME BACK, HIROSHI!”, a high school age girl wearing a videogame t-shirt proudly holds up a sign with 8-bit style lettering: “GAME OVER, KYLE SHANE!”. The camera lights on two final signs, “GRIMM: WHITEY WHACKER” and “CRAZY BOY WILL SLEEP WITH THE FISHES!” before swinging in a crazy, fan-spanning arc to the announcer table.

Ace Anderson: WELCOME, ladies and gentlemen, to Thursday Night Trauma!

Jerry Andrews: We have a great show lined up for tonight, and since this is Pure Class Wrestling -

Ace Anderson: - ANYTHING can happen!

Jerry Andrews: And usually does! Let’s get started with the first match of the night, shall we?

Ace Anderson: Take ‘er away, Bob!

Jerry Andrews: *voice fading as camera pans away towards the ring* Who the hell is Bob?

Match One
Singles Debut Match
Warwyk vs. Hiroshi Yukio
Referee: Nigel Gale

The crowd looks to the entrance way as “Rising Sun” by CFO$ roars out and they know who is coming out from backstage and cheering explodes loudly almost drowning out the music.

Hiroshi Yukuo steps through the curtain his face lit up with a smile, both arms upraised as he takes in the crowd.

He walks slowly down the ramp as the cheering intensifies as the PCW faithful don't hold back for the mountain man from Japan.

Ace Anderson: He’s got a microphone, Jerry - what d’you reckon?

Jerry Andrews: Who cares! Listen to this crowd going bananas! They love the big man from Japan!

He waves to the crowd as he walks and when he sees a kid at ringside and holds up his sign and takes a selfie with him.

As he 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 cheering.

He goes up the ring steps and steps over the top rope and into the ring After he does he does a purification ritual by throwing salt in the ring to cleanse it before the match.

The music fades out as Hiroshi stays in the ring with a microphone in hand as the crowd continues to cheer

HIROSHI HIROSHI HIROSHI

SUMO POWER *clap clap clap*

SUMO POWER *clap clap clap*

He raises his hand and the crowd goes silent as he raises the mic to his lips and his booming voice echoes throughout the faithful that pack the arena .

"I'm back!"

He smiles broadly as he looks around the packed stands.

"As you know I had to take some time away from you all due to the actions of that psychotic witch Alexa Black."

This is greeted with HUGE boos and jeers.

"But my love for this business and all of you gave me the strength and endurance to get back in fighting shape.”

He pauses, nodding in emphasis before bringing the mic back up.

“It was a long hard road but now I'm back and on the active roster! I had a lot of time while I was away, a lot of time to think. I could have taken my career in a different path, but that’s not my destiny - instead, I will get back to doing what I do best: Performing for all of you!“

The cheers continue .

"PCW is on notice! The warrior has returned and the battle is far from over!”

As he 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 cheering.

He goes up the ring steps and steps over the top rope and into the ring After he does he does a purification ritual by throwing salt in the ring to cleanse it before the match.

The music fades out as Hiroshi stays in the ring waiting for his opponent.

Silence. The tin whistle begins to play a very captivating melody. Lights fade away.

Just as soon as the lights go completely out a wicked drum best begins to play, the lights pulse with the music. "Devil's Dance Floor" by Flogging Molly blasts over the PA system as a high-intensity young man comes sprinting from behind the curtains with the Ireland flag waving furiously above him!

Warwyk wastes no time talking shit to people in the crowd pointing at his flag yelling, "YOU AINT SHITE!"

He shakes their insults off and turns his attention back to the ring which he sprints too. Leaving the flag he leaps onto the ring apron and just as quick over the top ropes boxing the air. Warwyk climbs a turnbuckle holding his arms above his head yelling insults at the PCW faithful

Jerry Andrews: This will be an interesting match, we can say that much, at least.

Ace Anderson: A gentle-giant sumo wrestler up against an angry Irish guy? Yeah. Interesting is about the only word for that we can say on the air.

Jerry Andrews: We could call it unique, we could call it enterprising, we could call it a display of booking ingenuity -

Ace Anderson: - we could call it a cluster*BEEP*

Jerry Andrews: Aaaand now on to the match!

Nigel Gale steps forward to give his opening remarks, the massive Yukio listening with respectful calm while the more intense Warwyk bounces on the balls of his feet. Convinced his instructions are as understood as they’re going to be, Gale steps back and signals for the match to begin!

The bell rings, and Hiroshi takes a wide stance a few steps away from his corner, lowering his head and waiting with a serious look on his face for Warwyck to make his move. It doesn't take long for the hot headed Irish rookie to charge forward, standing in the middle of the ring and shouting threats and insults at his opponent. Hiroshi moves forward to oblige him, but smartly stops as the irishman throws a wild haymaker that barely misses his head. The fans give a gasp of excitement, knowing that the shot may have been the end of the match in the first opening seconds. Warwyck was turned by the momentum of his errant punch, but spins neatly to face the imposing Hiroshi once more. One more taunt is all it takes for Hiroshi to capitalize, however, and with a speed seemingly impossible for a man his size the he bullies into Warwyk, hitting him with his palms with such force that the Irishman is thrown back into his own turnbuckle!

Ace Anderson: How did he not see that coming?

Jerry Andrews: Well, he’s on notice now!

Warwyk hits the turnbuckle with extreme force, and takes a minute to shake the cobwebs from his head...a rookie mistake, as the seasoned veteran Hiroshi Yukio is on him in an instant. Pushing Warwyk's head back by his chin, bending his back over the top turnbuckle and exposing the chest, Yukio hits a devastating open palmed slap to his ribcage! The crowd gives a mandatory 'Woooo' in homage of Ric Flair. Yukio goes for the slap again, but this time hits nothing but air as Warwyk ducks out of the way at the last minute. He goes on the offensive, hitting a flurry of jabs and hooks that seem to do very little damage to the Japanese monster. Hiroshi attempts a headbutt, not only to prove that the strikes are doing little damage but to take the quicker Warwyk off his feet, but speed prevails this time as his quarry dances to one side. More jabs are landed, followed by a brisk one-two-three combo of haymaker crosses that finally stagger the giant superstar, pushing him against the ropes. Warwyk hits the opposite side and charges in headlong, attempting what appears to be a superman punch...but Hiroshi bounces back from the ropes and delivers a nasty headbutt right to the solar plexus! Warwyk is down, and a dazed Yukio goes for the pin.

...1!

…… - kickout!

A kickout by Warwyk happens at the last second, possibly due to a lazy pin attempt by the Japanese legend. The Irishman tries to regain his footing quickly, favoring his chest, but is quickly stunned by a chop across the chest and sent back down to the mat with a stalling scoop slam. Hiroshi goes for the cover once more, but Warwyk has now tasted the full weight of his opponents pin attempts and scrapes up the energy to roll out of the way and out of the ring. The referee starts to count as Warwyk swears at himself for being on the recieveing end of that headbutt. Hiroshi leans over the top rope to beckon his opponent to re-enter the ring...but Warwyk answers in his own way, with an open hand slap across the face! Not being able to suffer the insult, Hiroshi goes over the second rope to exit the ring, and is caught in a guillotine drop for his efforts. Taking a moment to favor his wounded throat, Yukio leaves Warwyk wide open to leap up onto the ring apron, measure, and deliver a punt kick to the skull of Yukio!

Jerry Andrews: Great shot!

Yukio slumps back into the ring, on his hands and knees, trying to get to his feet where he can fend off his attacker better, but the quicker and younger upstart is already upon him...delivering another punt kick to the temple! Hiroshi is sent back into the corner, leaning against the bottom turnbuckle. With a little showboating and some goading of the crowd, who are firmly behind the championship level Japanese hero, Warwyk turns his attention back to his quarry and with a head of steam, delivers a facewash kick to Hiroshi!

Ace Anderson: ANOTHER great kick!

Jerry Andrews: I think Hiroshi might be taking a loss here tonight!

With Yukio down, Warwyk looks to capitalize again, and tries to drag the 500lb man to his feet. Yukio is near unconcious, and doesn't give his opponent any help. There is no lifting 500lbs of dead weight off the ground. Warwyk goes for a pin instead, but the seasoned veteran throws his leg on the bottom rope. Warwyk is frustrated now, and it shows; he does something drastic. Scaling the turnbuckles with the unease of a man who'd rather wrestler and throw punches than to fly, he takes his time reaching the top turnbuckle. As unsteady legs attempt to gain enough footing for what appears to be a double stomp, the Irishman has no time to react as Hiroshi reaches up and pulls the top rope down...resulting in unbalacing Warwyk more, crotching him on the top turnbuckle! The fans are elated as Yukio climbs to his feet groggily, but manages to pluck his opponent from the turnbuckle with impressive strength, placing him on his shoulders and executing a powerbomb! Hiroshi for the cover.

...1!

…...2!!

… - KICKOUT!

Jerry Andrews: No way!

Nobody in the arena can believe it, especially Hiroshi. Even Warwyk looks surprised, but he has no time to recover as he's dragged by one arm over to the turnbuckle once more. With only a little less agility than the punch-happy irish fighter, Hiroshi climbs to the second turnbuckle, looking for Kyoto Krush! One bounce...two bounces...and Hiroshi extends his impressive weight out, letting it fall...to the canvas! Warwyk moved, sliding out to the apron! Favoring his massive stomach, the Japan native gets to his feet only to face a very angry Warwyk, who with a primal scream lands a very stiff roundhouse, followed fluently by a spinning back fist! With more than a whole shitload of effort, Warwyk uses his flowing adrenaline to whip Hiroshi into the ropes and kick him in the stomach on the follow through! Ignoring referees warning that the kick was only a hair away from being a disqualification from a low blow, Warwyk puts Yukio's head between his legs and attempts Warwyk's Revenge! The moment isn't there, however, and he just rolls through empty handed and lands on his back. Trying not to lose his momentum, Warwyk hits the ropes, bounces back...but is caught with the Hiroshima Hammer!

Jerry Andrews: This could be it!

Ace Anderson: I wouldn’t want to get hit with that!

Hiroshi isn't chancing another kickout, and drags Warwyk back to his feet, only to toss him over his shoulder before dropping him headfirst in his Yokohama Driver! Hiroshi goes for the pin, putting all his weight on Warwyk's shoulders.

...1!

…...2!!

……….

………...3!!!

Winner: Hirosh Yukio via Pinfall

(The feed returns displaying backstage to show two figures talking in the hallway. It creeps closer to find Olivia Xavier, standing with her arms crossed, looking up at Kyle Shane, who is trying to explain himself to her.)



Kyle Shane: Look, I know my gift might have gone over like a lead balloon with you, and I have this weird voicemail from a credit card company telling me that identity fraud is a crime... but look, we got off on the wrong foot last week, and I apologize. I think I rushed into trying to get to know you a little too much, and my intentions came off a little strong. I've been a bad boy in my time. I own up to that. But all I was trying to say, is you're a really cute girl, and you seem... interesting, and I would have loved to get to know you. That's all I was trying to say.



(Olivia's eyes flash as she stares a hole in Kyle Shane.)



Olivia Xavier: And by 'getting to know me', you mean 'getting into my panties only to prove to be a massive disappointment. Pro tip; if you want to get to know me as a person, stop objectifying me and start acting like I'm a person and not just a warm hole to use.



Kyle Shane: Maybe that's what I would've wanted once, but I've been trying to change, dammit. Look, I've started coming to the realization that I leave behind a lot of damage in my wake when I pull the move fast and then go ghost trick. But I didn't want to do that to you. You're... special.



(Olivia laughs, the sound cuttingly harsh.)



Olivia Xavier: I'd need to be special to buy into any of your bullshit, Kyle. I've dealt with fuckboys like you ever since I started to go through puberty. You're not fooling me, and you're not fooling anyone else. So how about you just get a bottle of Jergens and a pack of socks so you can stop wasting my time?



Kyle Shane: ...look Olivia, the powers that be saw we have a spark between us last Trauma, they put us in a match tonight because they wanted to see if that spark fires something up. But you can't deny that that spark means we have chemistry.



Olivia Xavier: Yeah, sure--the kind of chemistry that'll burn your fingers off. Good thing for you that I'm not being literal, huh?



(Kyle winces a little, but tries to carry on.)



Kyle Shane: What I'm trying to say is I think we should explore this. Just between us, nobody else involved.



Olivia Xavier: Jesus, the only thing shittier than your game is your attempt to talk me out of this match. That is what you're doing, right? Trying to get me to go out on a date with you after not wrestling you?



Kyle Shane: Yeah, actually. Look, we just started talking, I don't want to expend the energy of something positive and turn it into something negative and hateful. Can we just not do this tonight? I don't want to fight you. Let's just forget this and move on.



(Olivia shakes her head.)



Olivia Xavier: I've got a better idea. How about we go out to that ring, and I take that Underground Title from you? I mean, if anyone's responsible for things turning negative... it's the CREEP that keeps refusing to take no for an answer. Unless, of course, you're too scared to face the consequences of your bullshit.



(Shane's face goes dark, and he sets his jaw.)



Kyle Shane: Not at all... because I don't want to hurt you. And if I get pushed, I can definitely do that.



(Olivia smirks, knowing full well that she's finally turning the tables on Kyle and getting under his skin.)



Olivia Xavier: Were you too busy staring at my tits to hear me last show, Kyle? I can take far, far more than your over-compensating ass can dish out. I'll see you out there... Chump.



(She walks off, and Shane momentarily looks upset that his attempt at discourse was shut down. Then, an angry look crosses his face.)



Kyle Shane: Alright, I tried it the lawful good way, but if I have to roll true neutral, I damn sure will.



(The scene switches ringside.)

Match Two
Single Match
Tyrone “Crazy Boy” Smith vs. High Tide
Referee: Manny Cruz

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.

AND HIS OPPONENT!

Alestorm’s ”You are a Pirate” crashes out over the PCW loudspeakers with aggressive whimsy. 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.

DING DING DING!

As if shot out of a cannon himself, High Tide charges his equally as high flying foe, laying explosive haymakers to any exposed area as if the match were a big time prize fight. Tyrone goes on the defense, trying to cover up the best he can as he gets pushed into the ropes. Just as Referee Manny “Bad News” Cruz steps to to break things up, The Crazy One sees an open door and waltzes in like a thief in the night. High Tide receives a taste of his own medicine now, leaving the zebra beside himself to instill a sense of order. The faithful are loving the opening seconds, as Tyrone levels High Tide, peppering him until he as well is pinned against the ropes. Only he isn’t going to allow the referee to get involved. He throws Tide across the ring with an authoritative Irish whip and connects with a scissors kick straight to the kisser. The momentum throws High Tide clean over the ropes and out onto the floor. The wrestling pirate is quick to his feet, staggering around ringside as if he had been drinking just mere moments before walking down the aisle. Crazy Boy shoots under the bottom rope as his boots say hello for a second time to Tide’s face, courtesy of a baseball slide. Tide staggers into the railing and slumps on the floor.

Jerry Andrews: Fast and furious action here to start things! High Tide jumped out of the gate early, but has since had his ears pinned back by the larger Tyrone “Crazy Boy” Smith.

Ace Anderson: Was that a reference to the film franchise, Andrews? This is professional wrestling. Not Hollywood. Jack Sparrow has time to recover.

Jerry Andrews: Oh for the love of Blackbeard…

Back in the ring now as Crazy Boy continues to have an early advantage. Tide is pressed in the corner, the recipient of some, wooo!, chops. Each one with a stinging, slicing, painful affect to the chest. He whips Tide to the far corner and comes charging in. Before further damage can be inflicted, High Tide plants the point of his elbow into the jaw of Crazy Boy, stunning him temporarily. Seeing his chance he drops Tyrone with a quick clothesline. Spinning on his heels, he sends him down again with it’s mate from the other arm. Crazy Boy is pulled onto his feet, taking a headbutt which drives him halfway down in the corner. Tide comes in and begins stomping a mud hole in Tyrone’s chest, showing no signs of letting up and testing Manny’s enforcement of the dreaded, non-King Kong Bundy, five count. Tide puts his hands up and saunters away from his fallen foe, pleased with himself as the referee checks on Smith’s well being.

Jerry Andrews: These two are no strangers to each other, Ace, with each billed as being high flyers. So far that hasn’t been on display, but there is plenty of time left.

Ace Anderson: I think High Tide is more interested in getting the win however possible, going to the pay window and moving up the ladder of success. That or he’s eager to get back to his wenches.

High Tide deposits Tyrone in the center of the ring, with a Chris Benoit inspired snap suplex. A quick floatover and hook of the leg, presents the first pin attempt of the match.

...1

…...2

And barely two at that as the beloved Hall of Famer shows he has plenty of fight left in him. So that’s what High Tide doles out. A fight. If you want to selectively call it one, as limb targeting would be more appropriate. In a possible attempt to neutralize the high flying abilities of his opponent, Tide has begun working over the right ankle with stomps and punctuating it with a well placed knee. Tyrone yells out of agony as he tries pulling himself away. High Tide has none of it, as he springboards off the ropes and comes down with elevated stomp to the same ankle. He drags Smith away from safety, flips him over like a pancake and cinches in an ankle lock! The submission is smack dab in the middle of the ring, so Tyrone has himself a problem on his hands. Manny drops down to Smith’s eye level, asking if he wants to give up. An emphatic NO is replied, despite his attempts to block the pain out with true grit, determination and the cheers of the faithful. The Drunken Pirate Master forgoes the submission attempt as he rolls Tyrone over onto his back. In one quick motion, he lands a standing moonsault and again, goes for the cover, hooking BOTH legs this time.

…1

…...2

Kickout! The referee holds up two fingers as High Tide glares at him with frustration, proclaiming it was a three and he knows it. Tide picks himself up onto his feet, bringing Crazy Boy with him. Delivering a sharp knee to the midsection, Crazy Boy doubles over. Tide bounces off the ropes and returns with an attempted spear. Out of possible instinct, Crazy Boy stops the momentum with a million dollar knee-lift, rocking Hide Tide back like aggressive waves to a ship, to which he quickly interjects the semblance of a comeback with a single arm DDT. Fans rally behind him as he limps back onto his feet, taking extra precaution to stay off his right foot. Tide gets back up under his own power, albeit tucking his left arm into his body. Dazed and confused, High Tide swings with a haymaker of his own. Tyrone ducks under and out of pure adrenaline, hoists Tide in the air with a spinning Falcon Arrow!

Jerry Andrews: Crazy Slam out of nowhere! This could be the end of it!

...1

…...2

NO! Before any further counting commences, Tyrone is alerted to the fact that High Tide has managed to get his foot on the ropes. It also looked as if a kick out may have been coming, but that’s a debate for another night. Crazy Boy throws his hands over his head, shaking it from frustration in not having better positioning. He rolls onto his feet, still favoring the previously worked on ankle. He now pulls High Tide away and as much distances he can to POSSIBLY set up his other finisher. But Tide isn’t quite sleeping with the fishes yet. Just as Tyrone begins to limp in the corner’s direction, High Tide sneaks in a drop toe hold, which guillotines the throat of Crazy Boy across the middle rope with a snap landing. He falls over, quickly grabbing at his windpipe, while Tide finds himself with a second wind. It’s him that enjoys scaling the buckles, awaiting for his opponent to get up. And the second he does, he lands the Half Mast!

Ace Anderson: Yo Ho Ho and a bottle of…

Jerry Andrews: Don’t say it. Please, don’t.

Ace Anderson: Would you rather I sing a sea shanty?

Jerry Andrews: I’d rather you not sing at all.

Ace Anderson: Give me a bottle o’ rum, and I’ll consider not singing.

Jerry Andrews: You’re at WORK, Ace. There is no rum.

Ace Anderson: *distraught* Why is the rum always gone?

A dazed Crazy Boy gets up. High Tide shoots the nearest ropes, runs and returns wit a Tilt-A-Whirl DDT, a move he calls Lay With The Fish!! It’s his finisher and it gets him a cover.

...1

…...2

………

………...3!!!

And that’s all she wrote. Manny Cruz calls for the bell much to the displeasure of those in attendance. High Tide celebrates his hard earned victory, as he gets his hand raised.

Winner: High Tide via Pinfall

Jerry Andrews: Sweet sugarbiscuits! What an impressive win for High Tide. Tyrone gave what he could, but got caught with the Half Mast AND Lay With The Fish.

Ace Anderson: ...did you just really say sweet sugarbiscuits LIVE on the air, Jerry? It’s like I don’t even know you anymore.

Manny checks on the fallen Tyrone “Crazy Boy” Smith, as High Tide swashbuckles his way out of the ring, most pleased with his victory and looking ready to get his wenches and mead on.









Jerry Andrews: And we’re BACK, ladies and gentlemen, to tonight’s Thursday Night Trauma!

Ace Anderson: We’ve seen two great matches so far, and it’s only gonna ramp up from here!

Jerry Andrews: Hang on, Ace - looks like we’ve got something going on backstage!

The PCWtron blinks to life, the presented visual is currently going for a spin, crash landing onto the cold and unforgiving basement floor of the arena. The eye to the world has fragmented display. The audio manages to pick up what sounds like a body being thrown against a wall. This is confirmed as a limp hand falls into view, followed by the chilling proclamation of, “I warned you, sinner. I warned you.”

Multiple glows of candlelight warm an otherwise tense crime scene, as the “PROPERTY OF PCW” is hoisted from it’s resting spot, and positioned on the shoulder of one of Seromine’s followers. The leader of the pack himself slides into the view of the cracked lens, smiling as if what just transpired, never had.

“Why hello again, my faithful. It is so good to see all of your faces out there. To hear your praise. To know that you are joining me once more. You’ll have to forgive the faultiness of the equipment. Management never was too good about taking better care of their belongings, or employees, for that matter. But let us not wallow in the past! For TONIGHT! Tonight brings upon something most special. My wife, Destiny, will be joining me for a tag team showdown. Our opponents are a pair of sheep who have lost their way from the flock, and need our help to save them. The pink wooled one I’m afraid, can’t be. But the grey, partially sheared friend of hers, well...no. He too is a lost cause.”

Seromine chuckles as he clasps his hand together, appearing beside himself. He steps out of the shot, as his better half makes her introduction to the masses. She tugs at her braided pigtails, expression shooting daggers in the remaining portions of the lens, punctuated with a slow forming smile.

“Kelli, Kelli, where are you? Have you found yourself in a car accident? No. No. That can’t be it. I can see your fear lingering the halls like a ghost. How about you, Richard? Been to the bottom of any good bottles lately? I would surely hope not! The devil’s tonic has a wicked affect on people like you. We only want what’s best, after all. And speaking of fear...I found the perfect passage that I think sums the two of you up tonight.”

Her cadence drops from sweet to serious without any transition between.

“In the book of Job, chapter four, passages thirteen to fifteen, it says: Amid disquieting dreams in the night, when deep sleep falls on people, fear and trembling seized me and made all my bones shake. A spirit glided past my face, and the hair on my body stood on end.”

Destiny trades places with her husband, who applauds with approval.

“I will leave all of you with a lesson from the book of Micah, chapter six, verse thirteen. And that says: Therefore, I have begun to destroy you, to ruin you because of your sins.

We’ll see you both, soon. Make your amends now.”

And without so much as another word, the camera is destroyed, ending the feed. The view switches back to the announcer table where an unsettled Ace and Jerry stare at each other in bemused wariness.

Ace Anderson: Something about him just keeps getting creepier, you know? ‘Member when Willard was a good guy?

Jerry Andrews: Yeah, I ‘member.

Ace Anderson: Can we talk about something else now? Because I’m serious. This guy is beginning to damage my calm.

Jerry Andrews: Right you are there, Ace. Next up we have the Underground Campionship match - got any thoughts on this one?

Ace Anderson: You know, I’d be really surprised if Olivia doesn’t walk away from this one as the new champ.

Jerry Andrews: Well, looks like we’re about to find out!

Match Three
For the Underground Title
Underground Rules
Olivia Xavier vs. Kyle Shane
Referee: Joseph Buckland

Sasha Greene: The following is scheduled for one fall, contested under Underground rules, and it is for the Underground Championship! Introducing first, she weighs in at 157 pounds... OLIVIA XAVIER!!

As the overhead lights slowly begin to dim, the blended synth and violin opening of 'Quicksilver' by The Cruxshadows hits the sound system. Amidst the pulsating beat, the deep and resonant voice of Rogue himself makes itself known, intoning over the music as the arena goes dark. The full-blown blackout is timed with when he finishes and the song itself briefly goes silent.

I should be ashamed for what you've done to me.
It's only happened because I let it be...but no more.

As the instrumental bridge picks back up after that pause, green and white sparks tumbling down from the ceiling to form a veritable curtain of illumination-- and before it stands Olivia Xavier herself, visible only as a silhouette due to the falling pyros behind her. Even without a clear sight of her, the crowd can be heard cheering for her, albeit not as loudly as they would more established fan favorites. Her shoulders square and her hands at her sides, she remains as still as can be until the sparks taper off to nothing and the chorus picks up with a vengeance.

I'm taking back my love, taking back my pride,
taking back my dreams... and my life.
This is the ground I will defend.
A rage of angels bears the end.

White and green lights flash along both sides of the ramp as the overhead lights come back up to partial illumination to augment the two colors. Spurred into motion by the sound of the vocals kicking in, Olivia's fists thrust themselves into the air for a moment before she's making her way down the ramp. The fans aren't completely ignored, a hand slapped here or there-- but when she reaches the bottom of the ramp, she pauses, her head turning in either direction to take in the crowd.

I'm taking back my hope, taking back my goals,
taking back my memories... and my soul.
This brand is forged to my crusade.
Quicksilver, the future belongs to the brave.

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Once she's seen as much as she wants to see, Olivia suddenly surges forward with a burst of speed in order to smoothly slide into the ring on her stomach. Quickly climbing to her feet, a few strides carry her over to her corner of the ring. She climbs onto the second set of ropes, she once again surveys the crowd before she's hopping down and going through a few basic stretches, her music fading as she waits for the match to begin.

Jerry Andrews: I can't think of many people who have made an immediate impact the way Olivia Xavier did in her debut match.

Ace Anderson: She certainly must have turned some heads with her speedy disposal of High Tide last week, to be given an opportunity at the Underground Championship not even a few weeks later.

Jerry Andrews: I also think the fact that she had a very tense backstage reaction to the Underground Champion, Kyle Shane, last Trauma had something to do with it. Olivia seemed to put Kyle off his game, perhaps this was put together to test what kind of sparks flew when they got them in the ring together?

Ace Anderson: There's sparks, and then there's sparks, Jerry Boy. At the end of the day we've got kids watching this show, so let's hope it doesn't start a fire in their respective loins.

Jerry Andrews: That certainly seemed to be the intention Kyle Shane put behind it.[/i]

Sasha Greene: And her opponent, weighing in at 218 pounds... he is the PCW Underground Champion... KYLE SHANE!!

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.

Jerry Andrews: Despite their earlier interaction, when it comes to game time, Kyle Shane has his most confident face on.

Ace Anderson: Look, I think he was misrepresented last week, and Olivia Xavier is being a little dismissive. Kyle Shane was just trying to show the new girl a little interest, and she's biting his head off tonight. He gets that.

Jerry Andrews: Right, but they have an actual match tonight, and all of his dreams of cohabitating might have just gone up in smoke, along with his identity theft present. The question is, how can Kyle have it both ways, trying to woo this girl and also defend his championship?

Ace Anderson: I think you're giving Kyle too little credit. Come on, this man is at heart, a gamer, and he knows when he has objectives to achieve to unlock a trophy. He's looking forward to ending this level, and only after that he'll look forward to a bonus round.

The bell rings, and Kyle, handing his title over to the referee Joseph Buckland, goes towards Olivia with his arms out, asking if they can't just skip this. Olivia has a stony look set on her face. Kyle tries talking to her for a moment, telling her again they don't have to do this. He reaches in for a hug, only to receive a stone punch to the face. He stumbles back about fifteen steps, obviously rocked by the punch. He comes forward again, only to eat a hamstring kick from the lighter Olivia, and then another, and he hops on one leg as he takes the stinging kicks. Olivia goes for one more kick, but it's blocked by Kyle grabbing her leg and throwing her down.

Jerry Andrews: Well, so far, discourse has not proven effective.

Ace Anderson: I will say this against Kyle, this is the Underground division, we don't come to see two adults talking about emotional issues, we came to see them swing chairs.

Olivia shoots forward again, trying to get around Kyle and giving him another hamstring kick. Kyle is getting fired up now, and Olivia seems to be getting under his skin. Kyle nods and asks her if that's the way she wants it. She grins wickedly, motioning for him to show her what he's got. Kyle rushes towards Olivia, who low bridges him and pulls the top rope down. Kyle goes spilling into the aisle. Kyle, shaken, reaches his feet, and slams the apron in frustration, but then he eats a baseball slide dropkick to the mush from Xavier that throws him backward and slams him into the guardrail across the way. Olivia walks over to Kyle, lifting him up by the gelled hair and she gives him a knife edged chop to the chest, and the fans around them "Woooo" and pat Kyle's shoulders. Olivia continues to stalk Kyle as Kyle uses the guardrail for balance, but then Kyle surprises her by stealing a cup of beer from an audience member and splashing it in Olivia's face!

Ace Anderson: Damn it Shane, you need to learn how to pay for things with your own money!!

Kyle grabs Olivia by the back of the hair and slams her off the guardrail. She bounces off. Kyle shouts at her that he wished it didn't come to this as he lifts her up, laying her stomach first across the guardrail, and then hopping up onto the apron and coming off with a corkscrewing, twisting leg drop across the back of Olivia's head while she's in the prone position. Shane rests for a second, then gets to his feet. He lifts Olivia up, slowly and tenderly though as if he's still not trying very hard to hurt her. This proves to be a dumb move. Olivia grips Kyle Shane's arm and irish whips him, as hard as she can, across the aisle, and he goes flinging knees first into the steel steps. He flips over them, and he immediately starts grabbing at his knees. Olivia doesn't waste time. She withdraws a Stop sign from underneath the ring apron. Olivia waits for Kyle to start pulling himself, wincing at his knee, and he looks up at her with a horrified expression and Ping! She smacks a homerun off his head with the Stop sign. Shane drops like a stone.

Jerry Andrews: Kyle Shane may want to stop holding back against Olivia Xavier, because she is putting a hurting on the champion.

Ace Anderson: If he was looking for Olivia to give him a sign… I’d say that was it.

Olivia reaches under the apron and pulls out an aluminum baking sheet. She waits for Kyle to get up and she smashes it over Kyle's head. Kyle stays on his feet for a moment, then Olivia, frustrated, tries to swing for it again. But Kyle ducks the arc of the swing, wraps his arms around Liv's waist and drives her lower back into the ring apron with a lot of force. Olivia screams, and arches her back, as Kyle pulls her out and does it again. Aggressively now, Kyle grips Olivia Xavier by her hair, and then drives her back into the ring apron with a Russian legsweep. He grips Olivia by the hair and the back of her pants and throws her over the security guardrail into the crowd. Olivia stumbles to her feet, and staggers through the crowd. Kyle follows after her as they make their way through the crowd. Fans pat Kyle and Olivia on the back, as he catches up to Olivia. Suddenly, though, Olivia turns and poke Kyle in the eye. Kyle turns, scrubbing at his eyes in pain, and stumbles back a little. Kyle turns, and Olivia has made a fan get out of his folding chair. Olivia lifts the chair up and flings it in Kyle's face, connecting with a whack. Kyle stumbles back. Olivia takes a large cup of soda from a nearby fan and smashes it over Kyle's head, drenching Kyle and nearby fans. Olivia takes a bucket of popcorn from a fan and dumps it over Kyle's head before setting the bucket on his head, momentarily blinding him. Then Olivia boots Kyle in the gut and walks him over to a rail on the stairs, bouncing his head off of it. Kyle lays against the rail. Olivia retrieves another chair, folding it up and holding it in front of her.

Jerry Andrews: Olivia is using everything in her surroundings to her advantage, even the items in the crowd.

Olivia comes towards Kyle holding the chair in front of him as Kyle is on a few steps above him. Olivia holds the chair up, but then Kyle lashes out with his boot and kicks the chair back into Olivia's face. Olivia is knocked back into the crowd. Kyle gets to his feet. He walks down the steps, over to Olivia, who is on all fours. Kyle lifts Olivia up, giving her several clubs to the back. He walks Olivia over to the steps and walks her over, to a small cement wall separating the two levels. He throws Olivia into the side of the wall. Olivia hits back first. Kyle wraps his arms around Olivia's midsection and he rams Olivia's back into the wall. Olivia yells in pain and arches her back. Kyle keeps his arms wrapped around Olivia, and takes her down with a belly to belly suplex onto the floor. Olivia arches her back in pain. Kyle covers her, and the referee makes his way through the crowd and drops down to count the pin.

...1!

…… - kickout!

Kyle grits his teeth and lifts Olivia up by the back of her hair. He takes her back through the crowd into the aisle, but Olivia cuts him off with an elbow. Olivia slams his head off the guardrail, then for the instant Kyle is limp she grabs his head, slipping over the guardrail and nailing a short cutter onto the floor. Olivia rests, shaking the cobwebs out, as Kyle is staring straight up at the lights. Olivia walks around the ringside area, and then she picks out a kendo stick. Olivia canes Kyle across the back, then gets into a frenzied attack of beating him across the back and shoulders with the kendo stick. Kyle arches his back and rolls around in a circle, groaning with each successive strike. Olivia then throws Shane into the ring, and continues stalking him with the kendo stick. Olivia waits for Shane to get up, and gives him a solid hit with the kendo stick that SNAPS it over Shane's head, dropping Kyle instantly. Wowza. Olivia disposes of the broken weapon and scrambles over for the pin.

...1!

…… - kickout!

Jerry Andrews: Olivia Xavier has proven to be Kyle Shane's toughest test to date.

Ace Anderson: Well, as the great prophet Pat Benatar once said, both of us knowing love is a battlefield.

Olivia lifts Shane up, and she attempt to lock in a kimura. Kyle flails with his free hand, and before Olivia can fully lock in the Reaching For Hope, Shane scoops her up and dumps her with a spinning backdrop. Shane takes a few gasping lungfuls of air, as he rests on all fours. Then, he looks over at Olivia as if she's insane and snarls. He lifts her up to her feet and hooks her in a facelock before spinning out into a snap rolling cutter, the Nocturne of Shadows. Olivia looks to be out, and Shane goes in to a cover.

...1!

…...2 - not yet!

Shane lifts Olivia up, and takes a moment to jaw-jack at the referee telling him to watch the hair, and then Olivia buries a head kick right into his temple. Shane wobbles, and stumbles back a few steps, and then Olivia boots him in the gut and drills him with the combination swinging neckbreaker-floatover-into-a-DDT 68' Comeback Special, aka the Fall from Grace. Olivia is the one that has to rest now, and she blinks her eyes and looks lost for a second. Finally, she scrambles over for the cover.

Jerry Andrews: Olivia might be champion right now, if she didn't take too long recovering!

Ace Anderson: Ahhh if if's and buts were candy and nuts, I'd - hey how does the rest of that go?

...1!

…...2!!

……...thr - NO!!!

As close as a whisker Shane kicks out. Olivia yells angrily and holds her hand up, telling the referee that was three, but he disagrees. Olivia stands up, looking down at Kyle Shane with mixed emotions, and possibly grudging respect, but then she exits the ring, walks over to ringside, and grabs a steel chair from beside the timekeeper's table. She enters the ring with the chair, and she begins warming up with it, readying herself to hit one out of the park as soon as Shane is in position. Kyle has stumbled to his knees, and then to his feet, and he wobbles around in a circle before turning to see Olivia with the chair, but before she can take his head off he sprints, ducks the arc of the swing, bounces off the ropes, comes back on the other side and plows right into a turning Xavier with a running single leg dropkick right to the mush. The much smaller Olivia is hit with such force that she cuts a flip in the air before landing and the chair goes flying.

Jerry Andrews: Skyward Sword!!!

Ace Anderson: For someone who avowed that he was not in this to hurt the girl, just take her out for coffee, Kyle Shane sure has gotten into the swing of things with the Underground Championship on the line.

Kyle is laying on his back, trying to will himself to push his body up. He crawls over and grabs Olivia by the hair. She is also rolling onto her side, albeit dazed. Kyle slowly pulls her up off the mat, and he looks to be ready to end this. He picks Olivia up and puts her in position for the headlock driver that's proven to be endgame for every opponent that's come across him, but he's taking his time due to fatigue and injuries incurred in the match. He hooks her head and arm, and begins the up-swing of the move, but before he can kick his leg back and drill Olivia's face forward she spins out and pulls herself free, gripping the arm that Shane had hooked her with and bringing him down to the mat with an omoplata submission!!

Jerry Andrews: Olivia just countered Pieces of Eden into the Price of Pride!!

Ace Anderson: Olivia had to know that that move has been a critical hit in all of Shane's matches thus far, and she had it scouted!

Shane's eyes are wide as they go and his mouth is stretched in a scream as Olivia worries the hold like a dog with a bone. Olivia bobs her head, pulling the arm deeper into the submission and yelling herself. The referee asks Shane if he gives up, but Shane refuses. He's lasted longer in this than anyone would have thought possible, after multiple seconds tick away. Kyle is scooting the lower half of his body around, trying to find an angle where he can alleviate some of the pressure. Olivia has to reset herself while still keeping the arm as twisted as she can. Finally, Shane uses his much longer legs to his advantage and turns himself over. Olivia Xavier still has him trapped in an armbar, closer to a triangle armbar now, but she refuses to let go. Shane pushes over with his legs and hooks her so that her shoulders are to the mat even though she won't let go of the submission. But still, Olivia pulls back and yells louder, and Shane screams as if his arm is breaking.

Jerry Andrews: Olivia has dug her hooks in deep and is refusing to let go!

Ace Anderson: I can't see from this position, who is doing what now? Wait... is he…

The referee slides in, seeing Kyle push Olivia's shoulders onto the mat and wrap her legs up with his free arm, but Olivia is hanging off the other arm and pulling it back at an uncomfortable angle. The referee counts the pin,

...1!

…...2!

……….

………... - kickou - 3!?!?!

Kyle Shane’s hand hits the mat with Buckland’s! There is a pregnant pause, and the crowd explodes after witnessing what we just saw but there is a lot of controversy. The referee gets up, waving his arms and going over to the time keeper and the announcer.

Jerry Andrews: What just happened? It looked like Shane had Olivia pinned down for a three count!

Ace Anderson: Not from where I was sitting, partner, I clearly saw Shane start tapping before the hand hit for the third time.

Jerry Andrews: Are you sure? ... We have to see this again in replay.

A replay of the last few seconds is shown in split screen. The referee's hand is starting to fall as Shane begins tapping out with his free hand. Back in the ring, the referee is waving his arms and communicating with the ring announcer.

Sasha Greene: Ladies and gentlemen, as a result of Kyle Shane submitting while pinning Olivia Xavier's shoulders to the mat... this match has been ruled A DRAW!!

This is a very controversial decision with the crowd, they're as split as this decision. A loud mixed reaction goes up. Shane gets to his feet, unsteadily, and Olivia stands on the other side as the referee explains himself to them.

Sasha Greene: ...Per the referee's decision, as a result of the draw, STILL your PCW Underground Champion, Kyle Shane!

Winner: DRAW

The pro-Shane contingent of the crowd buzzes happily, but the rest boo. Shane is handed the belt, as Olivia stares coldly at him. Shane is looking at her incredulously, and he takes his belt back and clutches it close to him. Olivia makes a motion that he tapped out. Shane continues to stare at her, clearly worried. Olivia steps towards him and Kyle takes a step back. The moment is thick with tension.

Jerry Andrews: I think we're seeing a new facet of this dynamic. If Olivia Xavier wasn't in Kyle's head before, she is now.

Ace Anderson: I wonder if this will make Shane think twice about taking her out on the town.

Kyle backs up the ramp, holding his title, as Olivia watches him by the ropes, staring intently at him and making a "this close" motion.

Match Four
Singles Match
Eira vs. Nathan Saniti
Referee: Eric Russo

Ace Anderson: This match is going to be interesting, to say the least.

Jerry Andrews: No kidding - we have PCW's femme fatale facing off against the melancholy mad magician!

Ace Anderson: How long did you practice that alliteration before the show?

Jerry Andrews: ANYWAY, tonight we'll be seeing the newer, somewhat-more-disturbing Nathan take on the struggling, returning Eira!

Ace Anderson: Eira's been having some trouble since she returned, leaving fans speculating whether it's just ring rust or if she needs to permanently retire!

Jerry Andrews: Tonight should be a good litmus test of that, though with Nathan's performance over the last several months I don't know how she can pull it off!

The arena lights fade to near blackness, purple lights swirling over the crowd as fog rolls out from the stage. An eerie, wistful melody weaves its way through the assembled as a lone figure takes shape in the center of the stage, still obscured in the shadowy mist. At 0:12 of Rammstein’s "Wo Bist Du", heavy industrial bass explodes out of the PCW loudspeakers as purple sparks and violet pyros fire off along the stage, lights snapping to ful to reveal Eira!

"Ich liebe dich, ich liebe dich nicht
Ich liebe dich nicht mehr, ich liebe dich nicht mehr,"

Till Lindemann’s trademark growling resonance accompanies her down the ramp, her purposeful stride in perfect time to the percussive beat. The aggressive yet oddly hopeful chords storm across the PCW Faithful, Eira interacting with the crowd freely as she goes. Approaching ringside, she takes off at a full sprint, silver and black streaking towards the ring!

"Ich suche dich hinter dem Licht
Wo bist du,"

Eira flips forward, catching herself with her hands to launch herself in a handspring somersault, landing with balletic precision on the apron! Wiping her feet, she steps between the ropes and begins to stretch out with preternatural flexibility, waiting for the match to start.

The introductory chimes of "Monster," by Imagine Dragons beckon the entrance of PCW resident Madcap Magician as lime green fog coats the runway from the ring to the entrance. Flanked by Rasputin, Naomi, and Neville, the otherwise normal (for him) looking Nathan Saniti leads the group out from the back, Nathan taking point. He and Neville wave their arms with a flourish, calling to the fog to rise and engulf the lot.

The lights slowly fade as it thickens as it envelops the Harvesters, suddenly dissipating just as rapidly as it appeared, revealing that the group has 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 spotlighted 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!

Eira watches the Harvesters (sans Nathan, of course) slip out of the ring, Nathan's coterie appearing unconcerned about potential shenanigans with this particular opponent. Once they're clear, Russo steps forward to give his introductory remarks, both competitors listening with stoic attention until he wraps up his instructions. Each offering the zebra a civil nod, they back away from each other as Russo reaches over the ropes to signal for the bell.

DING DING DING!

And the match begins!

The competitors circle each other for a few moments, scanning each other for potential weakness when Eira breaks and rushes Nathan! The smaller talent streaks across the ring, Nathan sidestepping and bracing a clothesline setup, but Eira ducks underneath! Nathan whirls to face her, the two paused for all of a split-second before they begin firing strikes off! A quick left goes whizzing by Nathan's left ear, while a mean right goes sailing over Eira's ducking head! The hit-and-miss battle continues for all of two minutes, Eira losing her patience and shuffle stepping back before dropping into a crouch and snapping around a sharp sweep kick - that Nathan jumps over!

Ace Anderson: Oh, this is gonna be GOOD. Have you seen the popcorn vendor?

Jerry Andrews: Are you serious right now?

Ace Anderson: *muffled by hand over microphone* YO! POPCORN GUY!

Jerry Andrews: He's serious.

Saniti lands with a swirl of coattails, grabbing Eira's arm as his boots touch the mat, continuing his spin to whip her around towards the ropes! Eira zips away in a stumbling run, hitting the ropes and bouncing back with her feet back underneath her, rushing at Nathan with a clothesline arm outstretched. Nathan ducks - right into a knee strike to the head!

Jerry Andrews: OUCH!

Ace Anderson: Did you know we have really good popcorn?

Jerry Andrews: Ace, the MATCH?

Ace Anderson: Jolly good show! Seriously though, you want some? Just enough butter -

Jerry Andrews: ACE, will you forget about the popcorn?!

Ace Anderson: - and it's nowhere near as salty as you are.

Nathan staggers, Eira pressing her advantage by grabbing a fistful of unruly orange mane and yanking Nathan back-first over an extended knee! Nathan drops to the mat, clutching the middle of his back as Eira reaches down to pull him up again - only to be met by a kick to the chest! Eira takes an assisted seat on the mat, gasping for breath as Saniti rolls to the side, kipping up and reaching for Eira - who scrambles away! The crowd gives a quick pop at Eira's escape, Nathan yanking the hand back to keep from overbalancing himself, the competitors once again taking up separate sides of the ring! Eira mounts a turnbuckle with a quick jump, whereas Nathan settles into a ready crouch!

Jerry Andrews: So, you said the popcorn is good, right?

Ace Anderson: *quiet crunching noises*

Without warning, Nathan decides he’s had quite enough, rushing at Eira who’s still perched on the turnbuckle! Without seeming to think about it, Eira launches herself into an acrobatic backflip to land square on the mat at Nathan’s back! Eira rushing forward to put Nathan in a tight headlock, her feet leaving the ground as Saniti drops to his knees and jerks his upper body forward! With Eira at the apex of the swing, Nathan powers upwards with his legs to force Eira to release her grip, sending the smaller combatant back-first to the mat with authority! Nathan springs up, delivering a stomp onto her briefly stunned body, lining up another one but Eira quickly regroups and rolls away! Nathan is sent staggering back with lost balance, Eira quick on the attack and pursuing him across the ring! Nathan’s back finds the ropes, Eira using her forward momentum to shove Saniti against them, catching him on the rebound and swinging him into an Irish Whip! Nathan comes running back across the ring, Eira waiting with a locked arm, Nathan feinting right - DIRECTLY into Eira’s shoulder as she throws a nasty spear into his midsection!

Jerry Andrews: INCREDIBLE!

Ace Anderson: See, I TOLD you the popcorn was good!

Eira hooks a leg, barking at Russo to make the count.

...1!

…… - NO!

Nathan gets a shoulder up just before two, Eira releasing him and backing away as he rises to do the same. As Eira and Nathan begin to circle each other again, Eira feigns a dash for the Muay Thai clinch and Nathan sidesteps. Right into Eira’s leg sweep, who drops on top for a pinfall attempt, but doesn’t even get a one count as Nathan slips out from underneath her. Rushing at each other, Nathan gets the sweep this time but Eira wriggles free! Nathan springs up and goes for a low dropkick but Eira is too fast in this instance and hops into the air ... aiming to drop a fist onto one of Nathan’s knees. He jerks to the side, Eira pulling the punch at the last moment to avoid sudden impact and spare her knuckles as she backs away from the scene. These two SO evenly matched, the real question is how long before technique is shelved in favor of more ... hard-hitting tactics? The first to start losing patience, it appears Eira has had enough of this dance partner! She moves to Nathan and locks up with him once more, this time forcing him back into the nearest corner. But Nathan will not take being manhandled so easily and throws his own resistance ... rolling along the ropes. The two fight for dominance until Nathan has Eira backed into the corner.

Ace Anderson: This is gonna go so bad for him.

Jerry Andrews: Or her!

Eira lashes out with a left cross, then BLASTS Nathan with a surprise uppercut from the right as he ducks! Nathan’s head is snapped back on its neck, Eira bullrushing him into the middle of the ring! They both go down in a heap, Eira getting the cobwebbed Nathan around the neck and hauling him up in a headlock - which he incredibly reverses! Locking his arm tight, Nathan lays a couple heavy punches into the top of Eira’s head with grim, surgical precision.

Jerry Andrews: Those strikes to the head are brutal for her with that history of head injury she has!

Ace Anderson: Her feuds with both Whitey Ford and Billy Sadistic caused most of those injuries - I heard rumors of it taking experimental treatments to repair the damage!

Taking the groggy Eira in hand, Nathan sets it up like a backslide only to backflip over her to turn it into a modified DDT - Eira going down completely senseless!

Ace Anderson: UNREALITY CHECK!

Jerry Andrews: I don’t think Eira knows which reality OR unreality she’s in right now!

Nathan makes the cover as Russo drops down to make the count.

...1!

…...2!!

………..

………….3!!!

Winner: Nathan Saniti via Pinfall

”Monster,” by Imagine Dragons plays over the loudspeakers as a weary Nathan rolls under the bottom rope to make his way backstage, accompanied by the other Harvesters. Eira, on her feet again, wears an ugly glower on her face as she likewise exits the ring.

Ace Anderson: What an incredible match! Eira looks pretty damn unhappy about the loss, though - I wouldn’t want to be her towel boy tonight.

Jerry Andrews: This was a great blend of skills from a couple of top athletes, and I feel Eira’s certainly made a case for remaining tonight.

Ace Anderson: A loss like that is nothing to be ashamed of, she made Nathan EARN that win.

Jerry Andrews: And earn it he did! Nathan just keeps proving over and over again why he’s one of Pure Class Wrestling’s prime superstars. I wouldn’t be surprised to see gold around his waist sometime soon!

Ace Anderson: Next up we have Seromine and his gal Destiny slated to go against the unlikely pairing of Dollface and Majors!

Jerry Andrews: Why unlikely? They’re clearly playing for the same side, here.

Ace Anderson: Fair enough - let’s see how it goes!

Match Five
Mixed Tag Match
“Dollface” Kelli Starr and Rick Majors vs. Seromine and Destiny
Referee: Ed Lane

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

“Hero hero...
Hero hero...


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And their opponents...."

The lights inside of the arena begin to flicker in and out like that of a potential power outage. Within seconds blinding white light flashes and then plunges the faithful into darkness. 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?

While his congregation sways trance like to the beat of the snapping, Seromine takes it upon himself to shake a few hands on either side of the ramp, telling them “everything will be ok now, your savior is here!” The booing doesn’t phase anyone, and if you were to ask the cult leader, he’d likely say “that’s sin being driven from their souls.”

Seromine now circles around the ring with the others. One by one, Salvation place their candles inside of stands and remain by them. Seromine removes his hat, mask and coat. His long stringy hair hangs loose in front of his face. With crazed eyes and a devilish smile, he demands his faithful in attendance to “REPENT!!” as the house lights return to normal.

Jerry Andrews: Well this is certainly going to be an interesting one. Destiny is in a match!

Ace Anderson: At first glance you might think that’s a negative for Seromine, but think about it. How well do these two know each other? That kind of relationship will translate to the ring. They’ll work perfectly together.

Jerry Andrews: Of course, Kelli Starr and Rick Majors have some experience tagging together as well, most notably against the Darkness a while back.

Ace Anderson: That’s definitely true. They’ve been allies on several occasions in the last few months.

Match Five
Mixed Tag Match
“Dollface” Kelli Starr and Rick Majors vs. Seromine and Destiny
Referee: Ed Lane

Seromine enters the ring for his team. Kelli Starr looks to be the competitor for her side, but Majors rushes in and stands in front of Seromine. Starr shrugs and walks to her corner.

Ace Anderson: It looks like Majors really wants a piece of Seromine, maybe to make up for his recent loss.

The two men circle and lock up and... Seromine NAILS Majors with a knee to the midsection!!

Jerry Andrews: Seromine hits Majors hard off the bat.

Seromine smiles before he grabs Majors. He then gets Rick Majors cinched up in a front face lock. Seromine floats around in a standing switch, and has Majors locked in a waistlock. Majors looks for a way out, finding none, Seromine pops his hips and throws Majors with a belly-to-back suplex.

Jerry Andrews: Majors was sent half way across the ring!

Seromine gets up and stalks Majors. He grabs Rick by the sides of his head, pulling him to his feet. Seromine hits Majors with a big European uppercut. Sending him down to the mat. Seromine now stomps on Majors who rolls to a neutral corner, trying to pull himself up. Seromine drops a couple of knee shots into his midsection as he does. Seromine smiles and tags in Destiny.

Ace Anderson: Destiny in the match now!

Jerry Andrews: This will be interesting!

Ace Anderson: Don’t forget, she does have some ring experience. It’s not like she’s a rookie out there. She’ll be able to hold her own.

Destiny climbs into the ring and begins to walk towards Majors, who is crawling toward his corner. Destiny walks along beside him and Kelli Starr begins to pound the turnbuckle pad causing the fans to clap in unison. Destiny reaches and grabs Rick's leg, pulling him back into the center of the ring.

Jerry Andrews: ALMOST!!

Ace Anderson: But so far away…..

Destiny hits a suplex and goes for the cover, 1 . . 2 . . Majors kicks out . . Destiny walks over and tags Seromine back in.

Jerry Andrews: Destiny and Seromine are working very well here right now, just like you expected, Ace.

Ace Anderson: Of course! And now they’ve isolated Majors and they’re wearing him down.

Seromine approaches Majors as he’s getting to his feet and he hits a spinning roundhouse kick. Seromine now quickly locks his opponent in a sharpshooter!

The ref begins to check on Rick Majors. He asks him if he submits and Majors shakes his head, but he’s obviously in pain. Suddenly, Kelli Starr rushes into the ring and breaks up the hold!

Jerry Andrews: Kelli Starr just saved the match for her team!

The referee orders Starr out of the ring and she listens. Seromine turns his attention back to his opponent and he quickly goes for a cover, the ref counts . . 1 . . 2. . Majors kicks out.

Seromine now climbs up to the second turnbuckle. He flies off the top rope… Majors rolls out of the way!!

Jerry Andrews: Seromine catches nothing but mat with that elbow!

Ace Anderson: This is Majors’ big chance!

Starr begins to pound the turnbuckle yet again, Rick Majors begins crawling to the corner, Seromine climbs to his feet and attempts to chase down Rick, but doesn't make it in time! Majors tags in Starr, who comes in like a house on fire, hitting a clothesline on Seromine, and following through to nail Destiny with a right hand, sending her flying off of the ring apron.

Jerry Andrews: Kelli Starr is going full speed out there!

Starr comes back in and nails Seromine with a double leg takedown, then follows it up with some rights and lefts . . . . 2 . . 3 . . 4 . . 5 . . 6. . .7 . . 8 . . 9 . . 10 . . Starr gets up off of Seromine and rolls him over. Starr grabs Seromine by the head and locks in a headlock.

Destiny comes running into the ring and NAILS Starr with a hard kick right into the back. Starr breaks the hold. Majors rushes into the match, but Destiny clocks him as well. Seromine uses the confusion to hit a distracted Kelli Starr with a bulldog DDT!

Jerry Andrews: Starr is down!

Seromine goes for a cover, but Kelli Starr kicks out. He then pulls her up, but she hits him with a throat strike. She then follows up with a big double leg takedown! Starr now goes to her corner and tags in Rick Majors. He comes in and begins to stomp on Seromine recklessly. He hauls him back to his feet, then throws him into the ropes, Seromine bounces off, and he ducks Majors’ attack. Seromine then hits a big running knee lift!

Jerry Andrews: Majors is staggered and…. ASHES TO ASHES!

Seromine goes for a cover, but Kelli Starr breaks it up! Destiny charges in, but Starr takes her down! The referee orders Starr out of the ring. She argues for a moment, but relents. Meanwhile, Seromine pulls Majors back up….

Ace Anderson: Another Ashes to Ashes!

This time Destiny pulls Starr off of the apron so she can’t save her partner….

...1!

…...2!!

……….

………...3!!!

Winners: Seromine and Destiny via Pinfall

Seromine stands up, victorious. Destiny and Starr battle on the outside for a moment, before officials break it up. Kelli Starr looks up at the ring and she sees Seromine staring at her. He smiles and so does Destiny on the outside. Kelli Starr is about to rush into the ring, but she is escorted from ringside by PCW officials.

Jerry Andrews: A big win for Seromine and Destiny!

Ace Anderson: But I don’t think things are over between Dollface and Seromine.

Jerry Andrews: Not by a long shot….

Main Event
Singles Match
Grimm vs “The Asshole” Whitey Ford
Special Guest Referee: “The Fabulous One” Dan Fierce

Jerry Andrews: Tonight's main event promises to be a great one!

Ace Anderson: To say that Whitey Ford and Grimm have some bad blood would be an understatement.

Jerry Andrews: Toss in the World Champ Dan Fierce as the ref, and things could get... interesting.

Ace Anderson: And don't think that Fierce has forgotten that little love tap Grimm gave him on the last show. I dunno, Jerry. I think Grimm is walking into a stacked deck.

Jerry Andrews: Guess we'll find out soon enough, because here comes the ref!

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 

and Purple 

Each section switches colors in order with each pulse of the music. As the lyrics kick in, a group of a half dozen glistening, muscle-bound men of all shapes and colors, dressed in black leather pants, and fuchsia boots dance out from the back, looking like a PCW version of Magic Mike.

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

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. They continue to dance and gyrate in place as the song continues.

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

Confetti cannons at each corner of the ring and in front of the entrance explode into life. Out comes Dan Fierce! The audience gets to their feet, cheering wildly as he saunters down the ramp! He has a pair of fuchsia trunks and a black and white striped referee shirt.

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

Dan Fierce makes his way down to the ring, keeping rhythm to the music whilst taking time to appreciate the fans, and of course, the buff dancers parading him to the ring.

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

Dan smiles broadly at the appreciative audience, blowing kisses and generally returning their love. Dan finally enters the ring, getting the crowd behind him on all sides.

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

He strikes one final pose, holding his hand high, the other on his hip in the center of the ring as the confetti cannons fire one more time, showering the ring with glitter and colorful paper.

Shady lately!

Lights dim and the PCW-Tron goes black. With the sound of a sharp nib scratching across a ragged sheet of parchment, a sepia-toned cursive scrawls grimm across the screen. The name flickers, wavering in and out of focus with the occasional tracking glitch as if projected from an old forgotten film canister uncovered on the bottom shelf in the cellar. 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 the Hangtown Horror.

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 takes a deep breath before making the long walk down the ramp, dead-set on the ring and 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. He glowers at Fierce with a snarl, coming nose-to-nose with the substitute zebra. He huffs and snarls his discontent as Fierce warns the Hangtown Horror about the folly of laying his hands on an official.

Jerry Andrews: Looks like Fierce is already laying down the law.

Ace Anderson: I hope he knows that Grimm isn't above clobbering a ref.

The southern style guitars of "Bad Man," by Bobaflex play over the PA system as strobe lights and the PCWtron flash white light to the beat of the bass drum. When the music picks up a bit, Ford slowly walks out onto the stage, arms stretched out wide to embrace the hate rained down upon him. Taking great amusement at the crowds disposition, Whitey trades words and insults with the more vocal fans before rolling under the bottom rope.
Grimm insists that Fierce check Ford for hidden weapons. Grudgingly, Dan Fierce complies, finding nothing, even after a rather thorough double check around the waistband area. Satisfied, Fierce calls for the bell. Grimm charges in, tying up with Whitey without delay. The Hangtown Horror jockeys for a position, but Ford uses his 30+ pound advantage to gain control, pushing Grimm to the corner. He whips Grimm across the ring, but the elder Dillinger reverses it. Grimm follows in closely, but Whitey hits the second turnbuckle and smashes Grimm with a cross body.

Whitey leaps to his feet, dropping a leg across the neck of the Hangtown Horror. He scampers back upright, pulling Grimm with him. He shoves Dillinger at the ropes, connecting with a spinebuster slam on the rebound. Hooking the leg only garner's Ford a one count, but he doesn't give up. Whitey grabs a fistful of beard, yanking his foe to his feet while Fierce gives a deliberately lackluster admonishment for pulling (facial) hair.

A snapmare sends Grimm right back to the canvas. Ford raises a foot to deliver a kick to the back of Grimm's head, but the Abomination of Desolation avoids the impact by rolling out of the ring for a breather. Fierce follows Grimm out, who's holding his head and shaking off cobwebs while the ref reminds him of the count-out rule. Fierce sees a flying Whitey leaping over the rope in a plancha. He manages to dodge, but Grimm isn't so lucky.

Now Fierce begins yelling at Ford, who ever-so-politely gives him a New York traffic signal before pulling Grimm to his feet once more. Fierce returns to the ring, beginning to count both men out.

1!

Whitey whips Grimm into the crowd barrier, but Grimm reverses it, driving Ford's back hard into the unforgiving structure.

2!

Grimm rights his opponent, launching him into the ring steps. Fierce leans out of the ring, waggling a finger at Dillinger, but his orders fall on deaf ears. Grimm stands Whitey up, only to rearrange his innards with a series of nasty knees to the midsection. Fierce screams at them to bring it back into the ring, again with all of the effect of talking to a wall.

Jerry Andrews: Fierce has his hands full with this pair. They flat-out hate each other.

Ace Anderson: Yeah. He should just sit back and let them destroy each other. I would.

Jerry Andrews: Of course you would.

Grimm plants a headbutt that sends Ford reeling clear to the corner. Whitey tries to shake off the effect of the blast to his noggin, failing to see the incoming Lord of Misrule, sandwiching him against the post. Ford wilts to the floor, his hand instinctively reaching under the ring and pulling out a folded steel chair. He stands, still groggy from the fight, his hands clasping the object. The Fabulous Ref begins warning Ford about using foreign (or domestic) objects. Whitey finally wakes up enough, looking at the chair, almost shocked he even has it in his possession. He flings it to the ground as if it were on fire, quickly rolling back into the ring.

Grimm stalks back between the ropes himself, glaring daggers at Ford with his ice blue eyes. Both men line up for another tie-up. This time, Phinehas manages to guide For to the corner, bending him over backwards across the top turnbuckle. Fierce calls for a clean break, but Whitey drums the Hangtown Horror with a hard right. Grimm answers with a fist of his own. Before the zebra can regain control, both men begin laying into one another with haymaker lefts and right hooks. Grimm manages to come out on top, forcing Ford to a neutral corner.

He whips Whitey across the ring with authority, cracking the already tender back against the turnbuckles. Ford stumbles out of the corner, getting met by snap German suplex. Ford winces from the impact as Grimm shuttles to standing, grabbing up Whitey's legs.

Ace Anderson: FODDERSHOCK!

Jerry Andrews: He's going for the cover!

..1!

....2!

NO!

Whitey gets a shoulder up right after the second slap of the mat. Grimm shoots upright, landing an aggravated flurry of boots. He pulls Whitey up, lambasting him with three rather severe looking headbutts before shoving him across the ring and back down again with a back body drop. Grimm plants an elbow firmly in the sternum and stands again, looking at the devastation like an artist critiquing his own work.

Grimm drops, hooking the leg, awaiting a count that seems to not be happening. Dan Fierce is off in the corner, examining his fingernails for imperfections. Finally, he notices the cover and slaps the mat only once before Whitey kicks out. Dan shrugs innocently as Grimm springs to his feet, screaming protests at the ref. Fierce just smirks coyly.

Using the distraction, Whitey sneaks up on the Hangtown Horror with a schoolboy pin attempt. He manages to kick out just before the three count, but Grimm is furious! Grimm complains that Whitey had a fistful of tights. Fierce glowers at Whitey arguing with him for the truth. Like the predator he is, Grimm waits patiently as the zebra and the Asshole hash out their affairs. With Fierce closest to the turnbuckles and Whitey in between, Grimm charges in with a drop kick that takes the ref and Ford both down from the impact.

With the official down, Grimm quickly rolls out of the ring and reaches under for his favorite gardening tool: a shovel. Cautiously, so as to not get caught, Grimm slinks into the ring with menace in his eyes. He raises the shovel above his head, bringing it to the mat with a resounding pang just as Whitey avoids disaster. Grimm swings with the tool again, but the impact to the mat jars his hands, and he lets go.

Thinking quickly, Whitey kicks the shovel to the outside before it can come into contact with his body. Whitey gets vertical as Grimm rushes in with a double axehandle that misses. In the meantime, Fierce begins to shake the cobwebs and stand up himself. Whitey stumbles to the corner, but Grimm is hot on his tail.

Jerry Andrews: Grimm is going for the Harvest!

Ace Anderson: Whitey saw it coming!

Ford shakes Grimm off at the last second, but the Lord of Misrule doesn't give a moment's respite, rushing in and driving a shoulder deep into Whitey's gut. Grimm crosses the ring for more of a running start. He charges like a bull, intending to catch Ford in the ribs with another spear, but Whitey sunset flips over for another pin attempt. When the count doesn't come from the still-disoriented Fierce, Whitey gets up in the ref's face.

Dan Fierce mouths the word "duck," Whitey obeying instinctively as Grimm sneaks up from behind. GLITTER! GRIMM JUST CAUGHT A FISTFUL OF GLITTER TO THE EYES! A confused Ford nevertheless takes advantage of the blinded contender, setting him up for a backtoss piledriver!

...1!

…...2!!

……….

………...3!!!

Your winner: Whitey Ford via Pinfall

Jerry Andrews: That's it! Whitey gets the three!

Ace Anderson: Is... Is it against the rules if the ref cheats?

Jerry Andrews: I have no idea. It's just weird for me that Whitey isn't the one who cheated to win.

Ace Anderson: I smell a conspiracy.

Jerry Andrews: It could be the Taco Bell you had for lunch.

Fierce asks for a microphone after he raises Ford's hand in victory. He stands over the fallen Dillinger, who still clutches at his eyes desperately. Whitey heads up the ramp, his hands held high, stopping halfway to watch the aftermath.

“You didn't honestly think I'd let your little love tap slide unanswered, did you, Grimmy-poo? Maybe the next time you decide to fuck with a cat, you'll make sure she doesn't have claws. I can keep this clean, or I can scrap with the best of them. If you want this to get ugly, this bitch can oblige, and don't you ever forget that.”

Fierce drops the mic directly on Grimm's chest as he exits the ring. The fans cheer, along with a few mixed jeers for his actions. He walks past a gobsmacked Whitey, waggling his fingers seductively.





Ace Anderson: What an INCREDIBLE night here ladies and gentlemen, and it’s only going to get crazier from here ‘til the Pay-Per-View!

Jerry Andrews: That’s right, folks, don’t forget it’s not too early to pre-order! Get all the Mass Destruction VII action in real-time HD livestream!

Ace Anderson: Did you really just say ‘Mass Destruction V-I-I’?

Jerry Andrews: I was being quirky. It means ‘seven’.

Ace Anderson: I know, Jerry. It was a joke!

Jerry Andrews: Don’t give up your announcer job.

Ace Anderson: I’ll be here all year, folks - try the popcorn!

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