Trauma 169 Results

[Rick Majors]

MASS DESTRUCTION V Sadistic gets back to his feet, pulls Eira up and then drops her with a Sadistic DDT onto the chair. 1.. 2.... 3!!! Ace Anderson: And that’s it! “Eira has been eliminated!” Jerry Andrews: The Black Hand wins! Ace Anderson: They had the numbers advantage almost the entire night, especially since Eira and Gem were on their own almost the entire match, and they turned that advantage into a victory here tonight. Winners: The Black Hand @ 41:37 The crowd boos as Billy Sadistic gets to his feet. The cage slowly starts to rise as “God's Gonna Cut You Down” by Johnny Cash starts to play. *STOMP* *CLAP* *STOMP* *CLAP* As the cage rises, Showtime and Grimm return to the ring. The three competitors stand above the fallen Eira. The raise their arms in victory. The crowd boos. Jerry Andrews: Like it or not, The Black Hand is victorious once again. Billy Sadistic smiles. He picks up two chairs and throws one to Showtime. He keeps one for himself. Jerry Andrews: Oh no! Come on! The match is over! Enough is enough! Suddenly, from the back, Nathan Saniti appears. And Justin Michaels! And Cory Steel! And LIGHT! And Stacy Jones! And Seth Archer! They all charge down to the ring, trying to stop the assault! Jerry Andrews: The PCW locker room is filing out here trying to stop this! But can they make it to the ring in time!? Ace Anderson: Hell yeah! Ace slams his headset down and stands up now! Despite the show of unity, Billy Sadistic is on one turnbuckle. Michael Wryght is on the other and it looks like no one can stop them in time. Suddenly there's a disturbance in the crowd. No one knows what's going on. Out of nowhere, someone runs up and knocks Showtime down! Jerry Andrews: Is that a fan!? Ace Anderson: Wait... no.... it's.... Jerry Andrews: Kelli Starr! Sadistic is about to jump anyway when he's attacked as well and shoved off of his turnbuckle! Ace Anderson: HOLY SHIT!!! Jerry Andrews: N. C. M! Non Compos Mentis, the Hall of Famer, has somehow appeared at ringside, knocking Sadistic down! Grimm stands up in the ring, but now, for once, he's the one who is outnumbered! "Dollface" Kelli Starr and NCM enter the ring. Grimm stands ready to fight. Stormm enters the ring. Along with Saniti and Steel and Jones and Archer and Steel and LIGHT and even Ace Anderson! Grimm realizes what is going on and he backs up, sliding out of the ring. NCM and Dollface are in the ring now, standing beside one another. Jerry Andrews: Dollface is back! NCM is back! The PCW locker room has stood up to the Black Hand! Ladies and gentlemen, this has been Mass Destruction Five! Thank you for joining us and goodnight!

Tuesday March 31st, 2015

The Trauma opening plays and the camera pans across the PCW Faithful. As always, they are on their feet and excited for another episode of PCW Trauma.

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, the shockwaves of Mass Destruction are still being felt as we hit the airwaves for another episode of PCW Trauma!

Ace Anderson: Mass Destruction was supposed to end feuds, but all it did was turn the temperature up even higher!

Jerry Andrews: Kelli Star and Non Compos Mentis are back in PCW and they're going to be in action tonight!

Ace Anderson: Plus, we're hearing that PCW President Frank Foley has a special announcement coming up later on in the program.

Jerry Andrews: But first, we're going to start with a rematch of sorts from Mass Destruction!

MASS DESTRUCTION V Jerry Andrews: I think we have the cameras backstage now! Backstage, Kurt Kafka and Seth Archer continue to battle it out, with referee Charles Lim chasing them throughout the hallways! Kafka grabs Archer and he attempts to throw him into a wall. Archer blocks the move and the he slams Kafka face-first into the wall! Ace Anderson: Ouch! Acher looks around him and he finds a metal garbage can. He runs at Kafka with it! Kafka tackles him down to the floor! Kafka then picks up the can and he throws it down onto Archer's midsection. He then pulls Archer up and sets him up for a DDT onto the garbage can! Archer breaks free! He then hits Kafka with a roundhouse kick and then clotheslines him down to the floor! Jerry Andrews: Those two guys are deep, deep in the depths of this building and they're just beating the hell out of one another! Kafka throws Archer into the catering table backstage, spilling food everywhere and upsetting more than one member of PCW staff.

Jerry Andrews: While neither man walked out of Mass Destruction with the Underground Title, they did both succeed in beating one another up!

Ace Anderson: And now they'll get a chance to do it again in an Underground Rules match!

As "Bulletproof" by 12 Stones rings through the arena, Seth Archer makes his way from the back to the stage accompanied by a large and loud pyro as the guitars hit hard and heavy.

"The following match is scheduled for one fall and is an Underground Rules match!"

He smiles to the fans and makes his way down towards the ring, speeding up to run and slide under the ropes before jumping to the turnbuckles on the far side, climbing each to pose for his fans with his signature "Bow and Arrow Archer pose" before dropping down and waiting for his opponent/ waiting for the match to begin.

"Introducing first, from London, England: SETH ARCHER!"

"Guillotine" by Death Grips plays.

"And his opponent..."

Entrance Description: Kurt walks past the curtain and stands on the stage, shifting his gaze from one side of the area to the other before slowly walking down the ramp. Upon reaching the ring, he rolls in and hops onto the second rung of the closest turnbuckle and shifting his eyes as his face remains stoic.

"... from Minneapolis, Minnesota: KURT KAFKA!"

The two competitors circle the ring, awaiting the bell.

Singles Match: Underground Rules
Seth Archer vs Kurt Kafka
Referee: Charles Lim

The two men immediately charge at one another as the bell rings. Kafka ducks a clothesline from Archer and he turns around and shoves him into the corner. He now hits him with a knee to the chest. Kafka now leaps up and he hits Archer with a big elbow to the face. Kurt Kafka now turns around and he slides out of the ring. He goes under the ring and pulls out a steel chair as the crowd cheers. Kafka re-enters the ring, chair in hand, but Seth Archer is there to greet him! Archer runs out of the corner and he clotheslines Kafka down to the mat! Archer now grabs the chair and he starts to unload on Kafka with chairshots!

Ace Anderson: Kurt Kafka may have went for that chair too early! Seth Archer is all over him now!

Archer now pulls Kafka up. He hits him with a sideslam onto the chair! Kafka rolls on the mat in pain. Archer drops an elbow. He now pulls Kafka to his feet. Archer goes to Irish whip Kafka into the corner, but Kafka reverses the move and he throws Archer into the turnbuckle instead! Kafka now picks up the chair again. As Archer stands up, Kafka cracks him in the head with the chair!

Jerry Andrews: Kafka with some offense now!

Kafka now pulls Archer to his feet. He now sets him up for a suplex. Archer blocks the move and he breaks free. He now hits Kafka with an elbow to the face. Archer now sets Kafka up and he hits him with a Russian legsweep onto the chair! Archer now slides out of the ring and he looks under it, returning with a broom! Kurt Kafka is outside of the ring as well. He charges at Seth Archer, but Archer hits him in the stomach with he broom handle. He then cracks the broom onto Kafka back, breaking it in half!

Jerry Andrews: WOW!

Ace Anderson: Brutal!

Archer now sets Kafka up and he hits him with a German suplex right onto the floor! He then climbs on top of Kafka and unloads with a series of punches!

Jerry Andrews: Seth Archer is just unloading on Kurt Kafka now!

Archer now stands up. He looks under the ring and he pulls out another steel chair!

Jerry Andrews: That's the last thing we need, more weapons in here!

As Kurt Kafka slowly gets to his feet, he’s almost decapitated with a huge chair swing by Seth Archer! Kafka collapses into a heap on the floor. Seth Archer now rolls him into the ring. Kafka is lifeless. Archer sets him up and locks him into "The Arrowlock!"

Jerry Andrews: This could be it!

Ace Anderson: But it looks like Kafka is out cold! He can’t respond!

Archer keeps the hold on, tightening it more as the referee attempts to get an answer from Kurt Kafka. There’s nothing. Kafka is given until a count of five to respond.... nothing. The referee calls for the bell!

Jerry Andrews: Seth Archer wins it!

Ace Anderson: What a brutal beating! Kurt Kafka is still unconscious in the ring! We’re going to need some help out here!

Winner: Seth Archer by Pinfall @ 5:32

Seth Archer celebrates in the ring as PCW officials rush out to check on Kurt Kafka.

As Trauma comes back from a commercial break we find that PCW President Frank Foley is already in the ring with a microphone in his hand. He waits for the crowd to quiet down somewhat and then starts to speak.

Frank Foley: "Ladies and gentlemen, the next time Pure Class Wrestling comes to you on pay-per-view will be May 12th for Living a Legacy VII. Now, as you know, Living a Legacy is home to The Icemann Invitational Tournament. Every year, we celebrate the Pure Class Legacy with this annual event. Traditionally, the Icemann Invitational involves 14 competitors who are invited to participate in the tournament by "The Icemann" and then a "Last Chance Battle Royal" for anyone who wasn't invited or who suffered a loss in the earlier round. The winner of this prestigious tournament is named the number one contender for the PCW World Championship and will face the champion at Return to Glory. Past winners of the tournament include Ace Anderson, Justin Michaels, Mike Park, Kaijin Shinyru, Murdoc and, of course, Ace Anderson again."

Foley pauses and points to the announce table. Ace Anderson raises his arm in the air to the roar of the crowd.

Frank Foley: "None of what I just said is a surprise... however, what I'm going to say next will be. Ladies and gentlemen, The Icemann Invitational Tournament starts tonight. In fact, it's already started."

Everyone seems confused.

Frank Foley: "Our first match of the evening was also a first round match in the tournament! Congratulations Seth Archer!"

The crowd is in shock.

Frank Foley: "But that match isn't the only tournament match scheduled for tonight! Stacy Jones, Joka, get ready, because your match will be a tournament match as well!"

The crowd cheers.

Frank Foley: "As for who else is in the tournament, you'll find out later tonight on PCWrestling.org! Now, with that news behind us, I'd like to speak about what happened two weeks ago, on the grandest stage of them all. The planned extravaganza that was Mass Destruction had gone incredibly well, every match was competitive and all was well with the world. At least, until a few moments before the show ended when several members of our roster decided to poke their noses into business that wasn’t theirs. And more than that, two un-contracted talents trespassed on PCW property to interfere in affairs…"

Foley is halted in a duel of chants that begin to spark up throughout the PCW Faithful – “WE WANT DOLLFACE!” “N-C-M!” “WE WANT DOLLFACE!” “N-C-M!”

Frank Foley: "That’s right, those two intruders stepped foot in this arena without permission. However, as lax as standards have been under the stewardship of other Presidents, I handle justice differently. I’m sure Kelli Starr and Non Compos Mentis are around here tonight so I’m going to give them, and other superstars who stepped out of line, a little challenge. Since you have so much aggression to let out, why don’t you take it out in a little tornado tag match tonight? Corey Steel and Tyrone Smith versus Nathan Saniti and LIGHT versus… you guessed it, Kelli Starr and Non Compos Mentis, if they’re stupid enough to accept the invi…."

Suddenly the lights go down, followed by the screech of the PA system being wrenched into action with heavily synthesized tones. The Tron stutters through black and white images of urban decay, throwing weird shadows across the crowd. The repetitive tones last for ten seconds until more join them into a strict beat and letters begin to emerge from the chaos on the big screen…

“N… C… M”

Jerry Andrews: HE’S HERE! Non Compos Mentis is in the arena!

Ace Anderson: And he’s got balls for being here, he’s gotta know that Foley want his head tonight!

… And the arena erupts with the heavily synthesized tones and hard bass of ‘Through This Pain (You Heal)’ by Faderhead, combined with a shock of intense white strobe lights that punctuate the darkness. As the beat continues, a single spotlight shines into the crowd and finds Non Compos Mentis himself in the stands! Over the roar of the PCW fans the vocals kick in, and the ‘Born Psycho’ walks intensely through the crowd toward the ring.

“I disrespect you, dissect you, reject you,
The second you start to speak,
I try to see you, low-key you, and be you,
But you are way too boutique for me

You celebrate the world's mistakes
Cause you're so idle, you can't fail
You celebrate your worst mistakes
Cause you're an "idol" - you can't feel”

Dressed in black denim shorts and jacket and an old ‘Born Psycho’ merchandised shirt, Mentis hops the security barrier and begins to walk around the ring, taking his time to look over the thousands of fans in attendance before turning toward the man in the ring, Frank Foley.

“I can't heal you from the pain (Through this pain you heal)
And I can't keep you entertained (Boredom makes you feel)
I can't wake you like cocaine (Cause you're deep in sleep)
And I can't keep you entertained (Through this pain you heal)”

Slowly he climbs onto the apron, not breaking eye-contact with Foley the whole time, and steps through the ropes into the ring. As the vocals of Faderhead climax the PA system shuts off with a jarring immediacy and the lights return to normal, leaving only the sound of the PCW Faithful.

Jerry Andrews: Can you just hear the response to NCM from the fans, Ace?

Ace Anderson: He may not have been their favourite star over the years, but two weeks ago he showed his allegiance when he sent Sadistic flying off the top turnbuckle.

Jerry Andrews: But the question remains, is he here to go after The Black Hand or is he here for other reasons?

Ace Anderson: I gave up trying to figure out that man’s mind a LONG time ago.

From inside his jacket, Mentis pulls out a microphone and begins to tap it absent-mindedly against his hand. Not being so restrained, Foley intervenes before NCM can find his words.

Frank Foley: "Mr Rhodes, I’d like to remind you that you’re not an official employee of PCW and if you try ANYTHING I will have security remove you from this building immediately."

NCM seems not to care one single bit about what Foley just said and stares him dead in the eye for a good five second before slowly lifting his microphone to his mouth.

NCM: "I don’t know what god-forsaken cesspit Luis Malave dragged you out of, but you clearly know jack-shit about this place. Every single person in this arena knows that you’re not speaking to Sean Rhodes right now, he’s a good man and I don’t intend to do good things as long as I’m in this ring. You’re talking to NON COMPOS MENTIS!"

The crowd lets rip with a massive cheer as Foley visibly chokes down a sizable lump in his throat.

NCM: "Now as far as ‘trying things’ goes, there’s plenty that I have in mind but I’ll restrain myself for now since I might be needed later tonight. I’ll accept your little invitation but don’t think I’m doing this as your pet, I’m doing this to show you how desperate your actions have made people in this company, and what lengths they’ll go to in order to undo them. You see, PCW’s faced a lot of threats in the past, Foley, but none of them have come close to what you’ve unleashed on it."

Foley has a look of faux-innocence on his face, a mock-hurt and obnoxious expression but across from him Non Compos Mentis can’t be any more serious. He’s as intense as he was the last time he was in the ring.

NCM: "You came in here from managing a local McDonalds or whatever the hell you used to do, and you came with a vendetta against Whitey Ford. Now I’ve never been his biggest fan but the man knew how to win titles and keep them for a long damn time. He was a deserving champion and you took it upon yourself to destroy him. And how did you do that? You opened a door to The Black Hand and let Sadistic walk out with the World Title."

The chorus of boos around the arena is massive just at the mere mention of the Hand and it’s reigning champion and leader. Foley looks shocked at the reaction before smirking to himself, taking all of this as some charade.

NCM: "Now if Mikey Wryght or Grimm had walked away from the Deadly Rumble it would have been bad, but there’s a reason William Dillinger has never been allowed to get close to that PCW World Title."

Jerry Andrews: Did he just say ‘allowed’? What’s NCM insinuating here?

NCM: "Mikey’s an egomaniac, all he’d want to do with a World Title is use it to lift himself to higher reaches of stardom. Grimm’s a nomad who’d use it to prove he’s the biggest, most fearsome monster in the forest. But Sadistic? Some men, you give them a throne to sit on and they’ll use it to burn down the entire palace. Icemann saw that. Captain Alejandro Walker knew it. Skylar Marshall, for all his sins, he knew as well that Sadistic couldn’t be allowed to hold the PCW World Title or he’d use it to bring this company crashing down around us."

Ace Anderson: I hate to say it, but he’s right… Sadistic’s not in this for fame or reverence, he want to destroy everything until only The Black Hand is left standing. Maybe every PCW President has seen that in him before now and stopped him getting a soapbox that high to spread his message.

NCM: "I’ve sat back and I’ve watched for a year as you’ve let evil into the heart of this company. The chaos that’s happening right now, the mutiny brewing beneath your feet, it’s all on you. I’ve sat back long enough, I’ve watched the Black Hand ‘Snap Crackle and Pop’ it’s way through everyone in its path and no matter how tenacious Gem is, or how unrelenting Eira is, they keep falling short. Someone a little more unhinged, a bit more off-the-wall… a bit more CRAZY is needed to clean up the mess you’ve made, Foley. You can bet your ass I’m back and I won’t stop until The Black Hand is dead."

With that, NCM thrusts the microphone into the chest of the PCW President, pushing him back to the ropes before rolling out of the ring. ‘Through This Pain (You Heal)’ hits again as Mentis vaults the security barrier and exchanges one last intense stare with Foley before he disappears into the mass of fans.

The arena goes dark and the rhythm of "The Pride" and whilst in darkness, Kristoff comes and stands on stage with his head down, allowing his hair to cover his face and a small fog begins to drift in underneath him. As the pace quickens and the drums finally come into play, Kristoff slowly lifts his head and arms as flashing strobe lights begin to light up the stage. With the vocals starting, Kristoff allows his arms to drop before walking slowly to the ring.

"JOHNNY CASH AND PBR! JACK DANIELS! NASCAR!"

"The following is a triple threat match and is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Round Rock, Texas....weighing in at 190 pounds..."

Kristoff walks past the crowd's outstretched hands by staying in the middle of the ramp whilst walking. He will look around the crowd with disdain before getting to the ring.

"I AM....WHAT YOU FEAR MOST....I AM....WHAT YOU NEED"

"...KRISTOFF MICHAELSON!"

Kristoff steps onto the ring apron and steps into the ring before looking around at the crowd once again before stepping onto the middle rope and leaning against the top rope to stare at the crowd. Finally smirking and then stepping away from the ropes.

"And his first opponent..."

"You Are A Pirate!" by Alestorm plays. 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.

"... from Toronto, Canada: HIGH TIDE!"

Chelsea escorts him into the ring, also wearing a pirate "costume" though she has no illusions of being a pirate, but does it to help High Tide get his point across.

"And finally..."

The crowd looks to the entrance way as "Black Widow" by In This Moment 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
She walks slowly down the ramp as the booing intensifies as the PCW faithful don't hold back their hatred of this evil woman.

"... residing in Los Angles, California: ALEXA BLACK!"

She mocks the crowd and badmouth fans on the way using various profanity which has to be bleeped out. She sees a kid at ringside and rips up his sign with a laugh.

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

Triple Threat Match
Kristoff Michaelson vs High Tide vs Alexa Black
Referee: Nigel Gale

Jerry Andrews: Kristoff made quite the debut at Mass Destruction, competing in two matches at the Show of Shows- one in which we saw him defeat the outrageous Derek Cosmos and the other in which he nearly walked out with The Underground Championship. But none of that will matter as he'll have his hands full here with Alexa and High Tide.

Ace Anderson: Indeed he will. Alexa...that girl is a beast. For those who may have witnessed, Alexa took it to her former friends and bodyguards The Faces of Fear...two guys she has known for ten years and who are intimidating in their own right, and she just destroyed them.

Ace Anderson: Oh yeah. That was tough to watch.

Jerry Andrews: Now we know that there were a lot of rumors, speculation and serious allegations surrounding that match as well as a lot of controversy. However, we're not able to speak on that situation or any possible allegations right now. PCW had no official statement at this time.

Ace Anderson: I'm just happy to move on. I'm looking forward to this match.

Jerry Andrews: Me too! One cannot forget High Tide; He's a former North American and Tag Team Champion himself and is destined to prove to everyone that's he's back and better than ever. This one should be a good one.

With all three competitors in the ring the bell sounds and as soon as it does, Kristoff wisely slides outside the ring, observing Alexa lunge at High Tide with a Lou Thesz Press. With Alexa on-top of Tide, she begins clawing at his face with her nails as Tide tries to cover-up. After a few blows, Tide is able to push Alexa off of him and then they both get up to a standing position.

Ace Anderson: Tide already has scratches that are beginning to show blood, Jerry.

Alexa doesn't give Tide a second to recoup or return aggression, as she once again lunges forward, this time tackling Tide with a spear. Staying on-top of Tide again, she this time closes her fist and hammers away at the rum drinkin', fish eatin', city plunderin' scallywag. When happy with her effort, Alexa gets up and screams out in passion towards the crowd; They react with a solid mix of cheers and jeers. Outsisde the ring, Kristoff is still observing...one can even say calculating...the action in the ring.

Ace Anderson: Kristoff is playing it very smart here. Let these two tear eachother apart and then strike when the pot is hot.

Alexa sees Kristoff outside and then decides to hurl herself over the ropes with a flying body-press. Kristoff calmly moves out of the way and Alexa falls hard with a thud on the outside mat. Kristoff then methodically climbs the ring steps and enters the ring, where High Tide is waiting.

When Michaelson enters the ring, he and Tide circle each other and then they tie-up with a collar-elbow. Kristoff smirks as he easily gets the upperhand and puts Tide in a headlock. Tide pushes off and sends Kristoff flying into the ropes, but when he bounces back Tide leaps and hits Kristoff with a spinning corkscrew elbow to the face. The fans approve with cheers.

Ace Anderson: Great athleticism displayed by High Tide.

High Tide quickly goes for a pin but Kristoff doesn't even allow a one-count. The two get back up to their feet but Tide quickly takes Michaelson down with a Ricky Steamboat-inspired arm-drag and floats it into an arm-bar.

Outside the ring, Alexa is back up and moves over to the commentary area. She scans the area and with bewildered eyes she grabs the ring bell.

Jerry Andrews: Alexa is out in-front of us and just grabbed the ring bell. What does she have in mind?

Alexa sadistically smirks as she enters the ring and as Tide is administrating his arm-bar on Kristoff, Alexa stands over him from behind with the bell. Referee Nigel Gale quickly moves to prevent Black from attacking with the bell, but Alexa attacks anyway, knocking Tide out with the ring bell.

Ace Anderson: That's what she had in mind, Jerry- she just rang Tide's bell!

Jerry Andrews: This isn't an Underground Rules match!!!

Tide slumps over and releases his hold on Kristoff. Nigel Gale is disapprovingly talking to Black about what she just did and demands that Alexa drops the bell. Alexa refuses and Nigel tries to take the bell away from Alexa, but she pushes him. Nigel walks away and over to the ropes and informs Sasha Greene of something and then moves back to Alexa.

During this, Kristoff has rolled himself out of the ring and watching the madness unfold.

Sasha Greene: "Due to her actions, Nigel Gale has ejected Alexa Black from this contest!"

When Alexa hears the decision, she immediately attacks Nigel with a head shot with the bell!

Jerry Andrews: Alexa just took out the ref!

Without hesitation, the Dave Brandt/Domino D'Angelo security team runs out from back and enters the ring. They subdue Alexa and then physically remove her from ringside.

Jerry Andrews: There goes Alexa! What is wrong with her?

Ace Anderson: She's screwed up in the head, that's what!

Kristoff, who now has a microphone, smoothly re-enters the ring and looks down at the carnage in-front of him. With High Tide still unconscious, Michaelson speaks:

Kristoff: “You fans...you members of the PCW Faithful...have been lead down a path of unrighteousness. You cheer for people like High Tide, who is clearly insane, yet boo for people like Alexa...who is clearly insane. Well I'm not insane. I'm not a...crazy boy...I'm not loco. I'm the only person working in this Company today that has a sound mind. And I'm here to lead. To lead you people to better heroes. To lead this Company out of the Hell it's been in. I'm here to save you all.”

Kristoff notices Tide moving and smirks before he speaks again:

Kristoff: “And my first victim in this mission...”

Dropping the microphone, Kristoff quickly applies a crossface on the barely moving High Tide. High Tide begins to tapout but Nigel is still down and out.

Jerry Andrews: There's no referee! This match is over, but there's no referee dammit! Kristoff is not breaking the hold!

The pain is too much for Tide who stops tapping, and simply passes out. But Kristoff continues to wrench it in. Finally, Manny Cruz rushes to ringside and calls for the bell. Once the bell sounds, Kristoff cooly releases the hold and then tells Manny to raise his hand.

Sasha Greene: The winner of this match, by knockout...Kristoff Michaelson!

WINNER: Kristoff Michaelson by Knockout @ 12:29

Backstage, Nathan Saniti stands at his usual spot near the buffet table, happily devouring the gourmet grilled cheese sandwiches. As he shovels the last morsel of a gorgonzola pesto sandwich into his skull cave, a familiar voice echoes down the hall, drawing ever closer. His eyes grow wide as he slowly twists his head in the direction of the chatter. The camera shifts angles to see what he's gawking at.

Down the hallway, PCW's prettiest and most colorful returnee, Kelli Starr, chats happily with a stage hand. Instantly, Nathan empties his gullet, swallowing hard. He swiftly slams himself against a wall, repeatedly peering around the corner like a paranoid criminal avoiding the police. He begins to mutter to himself incoherently.

Nathan: There she is! What shall I do? I can't let her see me. I must away. Now!

Before he could retreat, a gentle tap on his shoulder startled him, freezing him in place with his neck out and one foot raised in mid-run. The camera pans in on candy-loving pin-up herself, "Dollface" Kelli Starr! The crowd in the arena erupts with approval! Kelli looks both giddy and apprehensive to see her former lover and tag team partner.

She begins to say something, but the words just refuse to leave her mouth. She withdraws her gentle touch, still searching for what to say. Nathan, remaining as still as a statue, adds nothing to the conversation.

Kelli: Nathan, I...

Nathan: No Nathan here. I'm a flamingo.

Kelli laughs at the absurdity at first, but upon seeing that he's genuinely serious, he giggles fade to concern.

Kelli: Don't be silly. Now, can we talk?

Nathan: I no speak-a de English. I only speak-a de flamingo-ese.

Kelli's heart breaks almost audibly, her expression one of sinking, burdenous guilt. She begins to turn away, tears welling up in her eyes.

Kelli: Maybe it's too soon.

She gives Nathan a peck on the cheek as the waterworks begin to flow.

Kelli: Please forgive me.

Quickly spinning away, she sprints down the adjacent hallway, distancing herself as fast as she can. Once out of sight, Nathan's body loses its rigidity. One hand floats up to the spot where she kissed him, the other stretches out pleadingly in the direction of his beloved. Softly, he regains his ability to speak.

Nathan: My dear, there's nothing to forgive. I just can't put it into words. Please... I... need you in my life.

He wilts to the floor, his face heavy with remorse from his inaction. Quietly, he begins to sob.

Jerry Andrews: This next match has been brewing for some time now, and Stacy Jones was able to get her some at Mass Destruction. Now they'll have an opportunity to settle things the good old-fashioned way...inside the squared-circle!

“Starstrukk” by 3OH!3 and Katy Perry pumps out of the speakers as the lovely Stacy Jones emerges with her back to the crowd. As the lyrics hit, Jones spins around but her cheery grin is nowhere to be seen, replaced instead with a scowl of determination. She still struts down the ramp – because: badass – as she adjusts her hot pink MMA gloves. The fans meet her with a favorable reaction as she climbs into the ring and eagerly awaits her opponent.

Ace Anderson: This should be interesting. Jones is as technical as they come and quicker than a hiccup while Joka is...well, Joka is unpredictable. You can't really watch film or study the guy because HE doesn't even know what he's gonna do from one match to the next.

Jerry Andrews: And now we know that this match is part of The Icemann Invitational Tournament!

The lights slowly begin to dim and the Faithful know damn well what is to follow. Pitch black, save for flashbulbs. The custom video package plays featuring Joka taking his terrified passengers on a psychotic boat ride through the Chocolate Factory – or perhaps his twisted mind. The scene ends with Joka on the big screen looking down at the ramp...where the real Joka emerges from the back to a tsunami of boos.

Tha Joka: Stop the BOAT!!!

The red pyros and lighting blast as “Doll-Dagga Buzz-Buzz Ziggety-Zag” by Marilyn Manson cuts in. The fans continue booing as Tha Joka, face covered in black and white warpaint, begins headbanging, causing his green dreads to whip this way and that. Skipping down the to the ring, he watches Stacy with admiring eyes – and not in a sexual way. Hopping up onto the ring apron, he begins windmilling his dreads...until Stacy grabs him by said dreads and rips him into the ring! The lighting abruptly resumes as referee Little scrambles to call for the bell.

Icemann Invitational Tournament Singles Match
Stacy Jones vs Tha Joka
Referee: Ty Little

The fans roar their approval as Stacy shoves Joka into the corner and begins unloading with some heavy closed fists to the body. Despite giving up nine inches and over a hundred pounds to the jester, Stacy unloads on him with furious aggression! Covering up against the barrage, it would appear that Joka is smiling through the whole ordeal. In an attempt to break up the massacre, Ty Little tries to pry himself between the two. Jones carelessly shoves him out of the way before planting a boot square into Joka's nugget pouch! The crowd lets out a collective groan as Ty turns around a second too late to catch the blatant low blow. Little chastises Jones for putting her hands on him, but she pays him no mind and walks right into a monstrous clothesline from Joka charging out of the corner! Looking to the crowd, he knocks on the built-in green cup of his pants that protecting him from the groin shot.

Jerry Andrews: Sneaky...

Ace Anderson: But smart! Very smart!

Wrapping Stacy's hair around his hand a couple times, he jerks her standing and whips her into the corner. Stretching the strap of her top down around her shoulder, he motions for the crowd the “shush” before laying a knife edge chop into her bared upper chest! The contact echoes throughout the arena as Stacy recoils in pain. Joka's eyes light up as he lays in again and again and again! Stacy's chest is beet red as welts begin to raise. Hauling her out of the corner, he attempts an Exploder suplex, but Jones is somehow able to counter into an armbar in mid-air that drags Joka to the mat! The fans are back in it as Jones wrenches on Joka's muscular limb! Ty Little checks for the submission, but Stacy doesn't let it get that far. Releasing the hold, Stacy swivels into a mount position and begins reigning down some heavy ground n' pound onto the skull of Tha Joka! The clown is able to handfight and get hold of Stacy's wrists, so she responds with a brutal headbutt that snaps Joka's head back!

Jerry Andrews: Ouch!

Jones latches onto those green dreadlocks and yards him up off the mat. Locking on a headlock, Jones goes for a springboard bulldog out of the corner...but Joka manages to slip out the back and fold Stacy up like an accordion with a release German suplex! The wind is driven out of Jones as Joka connects with some vicious knees to the ribs. Laughing all the while, Joka lifts her off the mat and pulls her in for the Sadist Slam. He lifts her. He spins her. He slams her! Joka hooks the leg while driving his forearm into her face as Ty makes the three-count!

Winner: Tha Joka by pinfall @ 8:48

"Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is a triple threat, tornado tag team match! There will be no tags and no countouts. The match ends when one person has been pinned or made to submit!

The arena turns red and black with the crowd growing into cheers, the bells of the song ring, and "Heaven Knows" by The Pretty Reckless plays! The Bear in his bear skin emerges from behind the black curtain with his head lowered. The eyes of the dead bear skin shin and glimmer in the dancing lights. Finally Cory lifts his head and with his expressionless face scans the crowd before a smile cracks across his face and he begins his descent towards the ring.

"Introducing first, from New York, New York: CORY "THE BEAR" STEEL!"

At the bottom of the ramp standing beside the ring apron the massive hands of The Bear reaches up grabbing the top rope, he pulls himself onto the ring apron, and removing his beard skin laying it down he ducks into the ring. The hulking monster bounces off the ropes once inside the ring for a few before stopping in his corner to tie his hair back. Watching and wait with his gray eyes.

"And his tag team partner..."

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.

"... from Biloxi, Mississippi: TYRONE "CRAZY BOY" SMITH!"

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.

"And their first opponents..."

"White Rabbit" by Collide plays. Psychedelic lights of green and purple brighten the ramp and walkway with no rhyme or reason. He saunters out of the back as casually as an English Gentleman on a Sunday stroll, cane in hand and hat atop my head. He barely notices the audience reaction, whether good or bad most of the time, though he will acknowledge them if they're cheering.

"... he is the PCW International Champion: NATHAN SANITI!"

About a third of the way down the ramp, he stops as smoke billows out from underneath him. Just as it envelops him completely, he tosses my hat into the ring, where it hovers and begins to spew smoke of its own. As the smoke on the ramp clears, he has disappeared. As the smoke from his hat clears, he appears right there!

"And his partner..."

“All Of The Lights” by Kanye West hits the speakers as the lights drop out inside the arena. As the horns of the song start to sound, LIGHT jogs out onto the stage and starts bouncing up and down warming up for the match. He heads down the ramp, light on his toes and clapping his hands with the fans. In one easy hop, he moves from the floor and up to the ring apron, lit by a single spotlight the entire time.

"... he is the new King of the Undergound: LIGHT!"

He jumps over the top rope and runs across the ring, jumping up to the middle rope and pointing to that side of the arena as the lights in that half of the building come up. LIGHT jumps off the middle buckle, twisting in mid air and slamming his fist to the mat as the lights in the rest of the building come up. He stays on one knee, and looks up directly into the camera outside with a smile before standing up and waiting for the bell.

"And the final team..."

"Doctor"

"Patient"

"Prescription" by Mindless Self Indulgence begins to play. As the frenetic percussion and rapid vocals sound out over the PCW loudspeakers, the entire arena's light system begins to strobe with a rainbow of multicolored lights flashing over the crowd and the entranceway as Kelli dances out into a white spotlight and the cheers of the crowd.

"..."DOLLFACE" KELLI STARR!"

As the uptempo music continues, she makes her way down the ramp, giving high-fives, blowing kisses, dispensing hugs, and posing briefly for pictures with fans as she makes her energetic way to the ring! As she reaches the ring, she slips under the bottom rope and bounces around, pink sparks showering down from the ceiling as she darts from one corner to another and hops up on turnbuckles to fire the crowd as she waits for the match to start!

"And her tag team partner..."

Suddenly the lights go down, followed by the screech of the PA system being wrenched into action with heavily synthesized tones. The Tron stutters through black and white images of urban decay, throwing weird shadows across the crowd. The repetitive tones last for ten seconds until more join them into a strict beat and letters begin to emerge from the chaos on the big screen…

“N… C… M”

… And the arena erupts with the heavily synthesized tones and hard bass of ‘Through This Pain (You Heal)’ by Faderhead, combined with a shock of intense white strobe lights that punctuate the darkness. As the beat continues, a single spotlight shines into the crowd and finds Non Compos Mentis himself in the stands!

"... NON COMPOS MENTIS!"

Over the roar of the PCW fans the vocals kick in, and the ‘Born Psycho’ walks intensely through the crowd toward the ring.

“I disrespect you, dissect you, reject you,
The second you start to speak,
I try to see you, low-key you, and be you,
But you are way too boutique for me

You celebrate the world's mistakes
Cause you're so idle, you can't fail
You celebrate your worst mistakes
Cause you're an "idol" - you can't feel”

Mentis hops the security barrier and begins to walk around the ring, taking his time to look over the thousands of fans in attendance before turning toward the ring.

“I can't heal you from the pain (Through this pain you heal)
And I can't keep you entertained (Boredom makes you feel)
I can't wake you like cocaine (Cause you're deep in sleep)
And I can't keep you entertained (Through this pain you heal)”

Slowly he climbs onto the apron and steps through the ropes into the ring. As the vocals of Faderhead climax the PA system shuts off with a jarring immediacy and the lights return to normal, leaving only the sound of the PCW Faithful. Mentis removes his jacket and throws it into his corner, then readies himself for the match.

Three Team Tornado Tag Match
"The Bear" Cory Steel & Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith vs Nathan Saniti (International ©) & LIGHT (Underground ♚) vs Non Compos Mentis & "Dollface" Kelli Starr
Referee: Joseph Buckland

As the bell rings, Kelli Starr walks towards the center of the ring where Nathan Saniti is standing. He freezes perfectly still. She reaches into her tights and pulls out a handful of candy.

Jerry Andrews: Is this a peace offering?

Ace Anderson: Wait... where in her tights did she get that from?

Saniti still doesn’t move as the candy is extended to him. Slowly, Crazy Boy reaches his hand out. He quickly snatches the candy as Dollface looks disappointed. Crazy Boy happily gobbles up the candy and then turns to face his partner, Cory Steel, who is considerably less than pleased.

Jerry Andrews: And this is an... interesting way to start a match!

The match finally starts for real when Cory Steel shoves Crazy Boy out of the way and he charges at LIGHT, the man who took his crown away at Mass Destruction. That causes all hell to break loose. NCM tackles Crazy Boy down to the mat and starts to unload on him. Kelli Starr turns back to Nathan Saniti who is now attempting to bury his head in the “sand” like an ostrich. Kelli steps towards him and he lets out a loud "SQUEWK!"

Jerry Andrews: Okay.... this is weird, right? Even for him?

Ace Anderson: .... yes.

Cory Steel and LIGHT are brawling now. LIGHT swings at Steel but misses. Steel grabs him and throws him across the ring. LIGHT goes crashing into Kelli Starr who is knocked down to the mat. Steel pursues LIGHT. Suddenly, Saniti flies at Steel with a vicious clothesline, knocking him down to the mat! Saniti unloads on Steel, brutalizing him with a series of stomps.

Jerry Andrews: Nathan Saniti being uncharacteristically violent in his attack on Cory Steel!

The attack is broken up by NCM, who takes Saniti down to the mat. LIGHT is back up and he hits NCM with a dropkick, staggering him. Steel gets back to his feet and he clotheslines, NCM over the ropes! NCM lands on his feet.

Kelli Starr pulls Crazy Boy up and she drops him with a clothesline. She turns around and is hit with a spinning heel kick from LIGHT! She falls to the mat and rolls out of the ring to compose herself. LIGHT now leaps through the ropes and he flies at Dollface, hitting her with a beautiful suicide dive! Crazy Boy gets back to his feet and he pulls Saniti up. Saniti strikes him in the throat. He then aggressively tackles Smith down to the mat!

Ace Anderson: This is madness! I love it!

Outside the ring, LIGHT pulls Dollface up and the two trade blows. Cory Steel is on the outside as well, battling with Non Compos Mentis. NCM sets him up and drives him to the floor with a running powerslam. Inside the ring, Saniti pulls Crazy Boy up and slams him face-first into the mat. He then throws him out of the ring.

LIGHT leaps up and he hits Dollface with a hurricanrana! LIGHT turns around and Starr suddenly leaps at him, hitting him with a spear! Kelli Starr then slides into the ring. The only person there is Nathan Saniti.

"SQUEWK!"

Starr stops right in her tracks. Suddenly she’s tackled by Cory Steel, who returns to the ring. Saniti attack Steel from behind, but NCM is back in the ring and he takes Saniti down! Suddenly, LIGHT leaps off of the ropes and he hits all of the competitors in the ring with a beautiful moonsault!

Jerry Andrews: Wow!

Crazy Boy slides into the ring and he’s grabbed by NCM!

Ace Anderson: “Fractured Mind!!!”

In all of the chaos, no one notices Non Compos Mentis going for a cover.... except the referee!
1...
2...
3!!!

Winners: Non Compos Mentis and “Dollface” Kelli Starr by pinfall @ 21:01

Jerry Andrews: What a chaotic match!

Ace Anderson: What a big victory for the returning NCM and Dollface!

The victors leave the ring and they celebrate on the outside as the remaining competitors slowly disperse.

LIGHT stands up and is alone in the ring when suddnely a man from the crowd jumps over the railing stalking around the ring. He catches LIGHT's attention and slides under the rope backing LIGHT into the arms of Cory Steel! The Bear picks LIGHT up into a bear hug and brutally thrashes him from side to side before slamming him into the mat. LIGHT tries his best to scramble away but the unknown man kicks him across his masked face, Cory also kicks LIGHT in the side, and then both men begin to stomp on him. The crowd boo Cory's actions but it falls on deaf ears as the Bear calls for a microphone.

"This is a proper way to introduce you to the Underground LIGHT," Cory yells into the microphone while squatted near LIGHT's head he then looks up at the other man and nods, "You weren't properly introduced I'm afraid at Mass Destruction. I mean you got a taste but I'm pissed friend, REAL PISSED! I told you I was capable of a lot and I'm coming back to take my crown."

The Bear tosses the microphone just as the large neared man returns with a set bear trap!

Jerry Andrews: Oh my God no!

LIGHT tries his best to gete away but the unknown big man grabs him up in a choke hold. Cory grabs LIGHT's squirming leg and lays the trap down the crowd goes silent just as Cory slams LIGHT's foot down in the trap!

SNAP!

The trap slams shut on LIGHT's leg! The new Underground King clearly in pain grabs the trap trying to open it and yells in pain. The Bear and his friend exit the ring and head backstage whispering to each other. Official pour into the ring, desperately trying to help as Trauma goes to commercial.

As the show returns, the cameras find a bandaged and limping LIGHT being escorted through the parking lot by Max Memphis. The two seem to be in deep discussion about something. Max helps LIGHT into their car and she then climbs into the driver side. The car turns on and begins to back up when all of a sudden an already damaged black Cadillac driving at a high speed clips the back of their car! The Cadillac then backs up a little more and rams the car again this time forcing the car into other cars! The Cadillac stops and a driver wearing a mask jumps out running off towards a black van sitting off in the distance. PCW workers, medics, and some PCW superstars come rushing out to check in LIGHT as the scene cuts back to the ring.

Jerry Andrews: My God! What the hell was that!?

Ace Anderson: LIGHT is going to need some help!

Back at ringside, the arena lights dim down to a gentle glow and the sound of pouring rain fills the arena to the brim as an orange fog begins to cover the entrance way. Hardly containing themselves already, the fans start to rise to their feet as a sudden bright flash of orange lights flood the crowd before a deafening crash of thunder rattles the foundation and leaves the arena in darkness. "Immortal" by Eve to Adam instigates a small riot amongst those in attendance as orange flashes, like lightning, illuminate the way for the Force of Nature, and Justin Michaels appears through the curtain and onto the stage with the North American title in tow.

"I AM IMMORTAL, I'LL NEVER FADE AWAY!"

"Introducing at this time..."

Justin plays to the cheers of the fans from atop the ramp, and marches back and forth while interacting with those in attendance. He nods his head and points towards the fans recognizing all the support they provide before turning his attention back to the ring, and starts to make his way towards the squared circle.

"I'M A LEGACY THAT LIVES BEYOND, FAR BEYOND THE GRAVE!"

"... from Kansas City, Kansas; weighing in at two hundred and fifty-two pounds..."

Having made it to ringside, Stormm patrols around to the opposite side of the ring and gives a salute towards Ace and Jerry before hopping up onto the apron, and motions to the crowd once more.

"I AM IMMORTAL, I'LL NEVER REST IN PEACE!"

"... he is the PCW North American Champion, the Force of Nature... JUSTIN "STORMM" MICHAELS!"

"AND YOU'RE NEVER GONNA BE, NEVER GONNA BE, NEVER BE, NEVER GONNA BE, NEVER GONNA BE, NEVER BE ME!"

Justin climbs through the ropes and immediately scales the nearest turnbuckle and raises the North American Championship into the air for all to see. The flash bulbs surge throughout the arena as the orange lights brighten back to the venue's usual lighting. Justin repeats his actions and poses on the turnbuckle in the opposite corner before hopping down from the corner and his music fades out, but the overwhelming applause does not as he stands the ready for his match.

"And his tag team partner..."

The arena lights lower to a shadowed dimness as "Dystopic" by Position Music begins to play over the PCW speakers. The somber opening notes soon joined by a heavy drumbeat, gradually augmented into what sounds like a full orchestra. 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 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 mockery 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.

"... EIRA!"

While Eira keeps her primary focus on her goal, she offers an occasional smile or nod in response to fans on her way to down the ramp. Reaching ringside, Eira slowly ascends the stairs and walks to mid-apron ... wiping her feet before slipping between the ropes to enter. Swinging her long, silvery white braid behind her, she remains absolutely still and waits with predatory focus for the match to begin.

"And their opponents, representing the Black Hand..."

"Gold on the Ceiling" by The Black Keys begins to blare over the P.A. system and the arena darkens. A single spotlight begins to shine on the entrance way illumination none other than “Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght. He is wearing a long black and silver sleeveless robe. He stands there with his back to the ring and his arms crossed.

"... introducing first, from Brick, New Jersey: "MR. SHOWTIME" MICHAEL WRYGHT!"

The back of the robe is exposed with the words in blue and silver “Mr. Showtime” and slightly behind him is the beautiful Perfection. Showtime slowly walks to the beat of the music as the only light in the arena follows him to the ring. He walks up the stairs and whips off his feet on the outside apron. He ducks under the top rope and two other spotlights shoot on him he spins and puts his arms out. He slowly makes his way to the corner crossing his wrists, with is fingers are lock making a “W.” He pulls his arms down setting off some small pyros behind him, which also begins the lights to return to the arena.

"And his tag team partner, also representing the Black Hand..."

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.

"... GRIMM!"

Tag Team Match
Justin "Stormm" Michaels (North American ©) & Eira vs "Mr. Showtime" Michael Wryght & Grimm
Referee: Nigel Gale

The bell rings. As soon as the match starts, chaos breaks out. Justin Michael makes a beeline for Michael Wryght, looking for revenge. He leaps at Wryght, tackling him down to the mat! Just then Grimm clotheslines Eira down to the mat! Stormm is on top of Showtime, unloading punches on his head!

Jerry Andrews: This is completely out of control already!

Ace Anderson: Really, what did you expect? These two team hate each other!

Grimm now pulls Eira up. She clocks him in the face with a right hand. The referee currently has his hands full, trying to separate Michaels and Wryght! Grimm grabs Eira and whips her into the corner. Grimm now runs at Eira with a clothesline! Eira gets her feet up and she kicks Grimm in the face! Eira now runs towards Grimm and he hits him with a hurricanrana! The referee pulls Stormm off of Wryght, but Wryght kicks Stormm in the chest as the referee is holding him! Showtime now gets to his feet and he DDTs Stormm down to the mat!

Jerry Andrews: Nigel Gale needs to get control of this!

Ace Anderson: And FAST!

The referee pulls Wryght out of the ring forcefully. He then turns his attention to Stormm, ordering him out of the ring as well. Meanwhile Eira pulls Grimm to his feet. He blocks a shot and swings at her. She ducks it and then hits Grimm with a stiff body shot. And another. And another. Eira throws another punch, but Grimm blocks it! He now grabs Eira around the waist and he hits her with a belly-to-belly suplex!

Jerry Andrews: Great counter by Grimm there!

Grimm goes for the cover now:
1......
2......

Jerry Andrews: Kickout by Eira!

Grimm now pulls Eira to her feet and he sets him up, and then delivers a reverse DDT! Grimm now goes for another cover:
1......
2......

Jerry Andrews: Another kickout by Eira!

Ace Anderson: I’m impressed! She took a beating at Mass Destruction and she’s still going strong here tonight!

Jerry Andrews: Did you expect any less from her?

Grimm pulls Eira up once again. Eira hits him with diving a clothesline! Eira now stands up and she waits for Grimm to get to his feet. Grimm does so and Eira takes him down with a big spear!
Eira goes for the cover now:
1........
2........
Showtime runs into the ring and he breaks up the pin!

Ace Anderson: Wryght in now!

Jerry Andrews: And Stormm in now!

Justin Michaels runs into the ring and he clotheslines Wryght down to the mat! The crowd explodes as Stormm hits Wryght with a big dropkick, sending him crashing into the corner! Stormm now starts to unload on Wryght with stomps!

Jerry Andrews: Stormm is all over Wryght now!

Ace Anderson: But he's not the legal man! Get him out of there!

The referee turns to Stormm, ushering him out of the ring. Stormm grabs Wryght and he throws him through the ropes to the outside! Michaels now runs and he leaps out of the ring, hitting Wryght with a suicide dive!

Jerry Andrews: He's out of the ring now!

Ace Anderson: Woah! Stormm is really dead set on taking out Showtime here tonight!

Inside the ring, Eira throws Grimm into the corner. She now runs at him and hits him with a clothesline! She goes to pull Grimm out of the corner, but he holds onto the top rope. He then pulls Eira back and takes her down to the mat with a big headbutt! Grimm now pulls Eira to his feet! He now sets Eira up for a suplex. Eira blocks the move and he hits Grimm with a hard elbow to the spine.

Outside the ring, Stormm pulls Showtime up. Showtime hits him with a chinbreaker followed by a clothesline, knocking him down to the floor. Michael Wryght then slides back into the ring, but he’s stopped by the official and directed back to his corner.

Ace Anderson: Gale is finally getting this match under control!

Eira sets Grimm up, but he blocks her move and drops her down to the mat with a clothesline. Grimm now tags in Showtime. Showtime pulls Eira up and drops her with a Russian leg sweep. He then sets her up once again, taking her down with a beautiful suplex. Wryght now throws her into the Black Hand’s corner and he Grimm back into the match.

Jerry Andrews: Eira does not want to be in the Black Hand’s corner right now!

Ace Anderson: And she knows that! She’s fighting for her life right now!

Eira battles free from Grimm’s grasp and she dives at her corner. Thankfully for her, Stormm is back in the corner and Eira makes the tag! Michaels charges into the ring and he takes Grimm down with a missile dropkick! He then sets him up and drops him with a reverse DDT!

Stormm with a cover:
1...
2....

Showtime charges into the ring and he breaks up the pin! Eira enters the ring as well and she tackles Michael Wryght down, knocking him out of the ring! In the meantime, Michaels and Grimm are back on their feet. Grimm shoves Michaels and then clotheslines him down to the mat. Grimm then turns his attention to Eira, who is just getting to her feet. Stormm takes advantage and he grabs Grimm from behind!

Jerry Andrews: Force of Nature!!!

Ace Anderson: The cover!

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

Winners: Justin "Stormm" Michaels & Eira by pinfall @ 16:59

Eira and Michaels celebrate in the ring as the two members of The Black Hand slide out of the ring. They look on with rage as their opponents bask in victory.

TRAUMA 168 March 3rd, 2015 Ace Anderson: Gem's got the Endless Night locked in!!! Sadistic rolls onto his stomach with Gem hanging off his back and works his way to his feet! The Phenom reaches for the ropes, but Gem uses what's left of her remaining strength to pull Sadistic back towards the center of the ring! Jerry Andrews: Can she do it?! Does Gem have enough left in the tank to submit the World Champion?! Sadistic presses forward dragging Gem along in his quest to reach the ropes. The Phenom's fingers are able to reach the top rope, and that's when Gem executes a martial arts trip to bring Sadistic back to the mat! She's able to slide in a body scissors and the Faithful are cheering so loud that the Pure Class Arena is rumbling! Ace Anderson: She's got it! She's got it! The ropes are nearly within reach of Sadistic's outstretched hand! And here come Grimm and Showtime! Plowing through the crowd and hopping the guardrail... Jerry Andrews: No. Not like this! Out of nowhere, Eira is on the scene! She blindsides Phinehas and Wryght with a charging shoulder tackle! Caught by surprise, Grimm and Showtime spin to their feet and make for the ring. But it's too late... TAP TAP TAP Jerry Andrews: He tapped! Billy Sadistic just tapped out! Gem has submitted the World Champion!!! The PCW Faithful explode! Every fan is on their feet and the volume is deafening! Ace Anderson: Is she main event material now?! Can you see her now?! Gem releases the hold and rolls to the outside where she's met by an ecstatic Grant! Winner: Gem by submission @ 17:44 Showtime and Grimm roll into the ring alongside an infuriated Billy Sadistic as Gem, Eira and Grant backpedal up the ramp.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the following non-title match is scheduled for one fall!"

The crowd cheers.

"If Gem is victorious in the match, she will be granted a title shot at the PCW World Championship!"

"Little Tyrants" by Anberlin begins to play.

"Introducing first..."

The hard edge of Anberlin's opening chords sound throughout the arena as Gem appears at the top of the ramp with Grant at her side. As the full power soars out over the PCW Faithful, she makes her way down the ramp, obviously limping. Gem awkwardly but enthusiastically moves glides along, acknowledging her fans, touching her hands along their outstretched reach, occasionally offering a smile or nod of appreciation as Grant follows.

"... GEM!"

Aggressive, edge vocals with a counterpoint of intense, percussive guiar support joins the music as Gem approaches the ring, her gaze tightening on her goal. Her trademark focus comes to the fore as she ascends the steps, pausing briefly due to her injured leg. She gingerly steps between the ropes and stretches as she waits for the match to begin, Grant taking up a position ringside.

"And her opponent..."

As the opening to "Paint it Black" by the Rolling Stones twangs over the speakers, the Phenom strolls out from the back; slowly and deliberately.

"... he is the PCW World Champion...."

His nasty grin tells you that something bad is about to happen, and only he knows what it is. The fans definitely don't like him, and his mannerisms clearly illustrate that the feeling is mutual. After walking down the aisle, Sadistic casually rolls into the ring and climbs up onto the second turnbuckle. His arms at his sides and his chin held high only serve to incite the PCW Faithful further.

"... BILLY SADISTIC!"

Non-Title Singles Match
Sadistic (World ©) vs Gem
Referee: Eddie Lane

Sadistic stands in the center of the ring, confidently smirking as Gem walks towards him, still limping thanks to the Black Hand’s attacks at Mass Destruction.

Jerry Andrews: Billy Sadistic feels as though Gem’s victory a few weeks ago was a fluke and he’s willing to put a title shot on the line to prove that!

Ace Anderson: But Gem isn’t anywhere close to 100% here tonight. She was brutalized at Mass Destruction with the Black Hand spending the majority of the match in a three-on-one situation against her. Quite frankly, I’m surprised that she’s walking here tonight.

Gem reaches the center of the ring and the bell rings. Immediately Sadistic kicks her in the right leg. Gem stumbles, clutching her leg in pain.

Jerry Andrews: Gem was a victim of Snap, Crackle, Pop and her right knee has to be ripped to pieces.

Ace Anderson: Like it or not – and I don’t – but Sadistic is smart for going after that leg!

Sadistic smiles and he kicks Gem’s left left out from under her. Unable to stand on just her right, Gem crumbles to the mat. Sadistic pulls her up and drags her to the corner. He then slams her head into the turnbuckle. He now turns her around hits her with a thumb to the eye.

Jerry Andrews: Oh come on!

The referee admonishes Sadistic, but he doesn’t care. He walks towards Gem. Suddenly she hits him with a chop to the chest! The crowd explodes! She grabs him and throws him into the corner! Gem now explodes on Sadistic with a series of strikes!

Jerry Andrews: Gem turning the tables here!

Gem now rears back and she hits Sadistic with a big clothesline! Sadistic flips over the turnbuckles and lands on the outside!

Jerry Andrews: WOW!

Sadistic sits up, furious! Gem pauses to massage her right knee, trying to ease the pain. Sadistic is on the outside fuming. Gem leaves the ring now. She approaches Sadistic, who is backing off on the outside!

Jerry Andrews: Oh yeah, now Sadistic is backing off!

As Gem approaches Sadistic, Sadistic lifts his hands up, asking Gem to back off. Gem pursues him. Suddenly, Sadistic rakes Gem across the eyes!

Jerry Andrews: Oh come on!

Sadistic now hits Gem in the back of the head with an elbow. He now grabs Gem and tosses her into the steel steps! Gem goes crashing through them, hitting them hard with both knees!

Jerry Andrews: Gem hit those steps with both knees, as if she wasn’t in enough pain already!

Sadistic slides back into the ring. The referee's count is already at six!
7......
8......

Jerry Andrews: This match could be over here!

Sadistic is urging the referee to count faster! Gem is slowly standing up.
9......

Jerry Andrews: Gem's back in the ring!

Ace Anderson: But Sadistic's on her!

Sadistic starts to stomp on Gem as soon as he enters the ring. Sadistic pulls Gem up and he Irish whips him into the corner. He now charges at Gem with a clothesline! Gem gets a boot up and he kicks Sadistic square in the face!

Jerry Andrews: YES!

Gem now charges out of the corner, but her knee gives out on her and she falls to the mat. Sadistic gets back up to his feet. He goes to pull Gem up, but Gem hits him with a big throat thrust! Gem now pulls Sadistic to his feet. She sets him up and drops him with an elbow to the face. Sadistic slowly uses the ropes to pull himself back up to his feet. Gem charges at Sadistic! She hits him with a clothesline! Sadistic goes tumbling over the ropes and Gem flips over the ropes with him!

Jerry Andrews: Woah!

Both competitors are down on the outside now. The referee's count is at five. Gem struggles to pulls herself up using the ring apron. Sadistic makes his way to his feet first.
6......
7......
Gem is up now. She goes to slide into the ring, but Sadistic grabs her from behind. She fights free and slides into the ring. Sadistic follows her. Inside the ring, Gem delivers a forearm to Sadistic’s face. Sadistic stumbles backwards. Gem hits him with another forearm, sending him down to the mat. Sadistic gets back up to knees, and Gem strikes him in the face! Gem pulls Sadistic up now and she sets him up for a suplex! She lifts Sadistic up, but her knee gives out and she stumbles. Sadistic holds on and he hits Gem with a suplex of his own! Sadistic uses the ropes to get back to his feet now. Sadistic now waits for Gem to stand up, and he hits her with snap suplex.

Sadistic gets back up to his feet first. He now chops Gem across the chest, backing her into the corner. Gem fights her way out of the corner, hitting Sadistic with a series of strikes. She then grabs him and throws him into the corner! Gem pulls him out and Irish whips him across the ring. He hits the turnbuckle HARD and stumbles out. She then grabs him and Irish whips him again. This time Sadistic flips over the turnbuckle and down onto the floor outside the ring!

Jerry Andrews: WOW!

Ace Anderson: Sadistic is out of the ring once again.

Gem climbs the ropes.

Jerry Andrews: This isn’t typical for Gem....

Ace Anderson: Will her knee hold up!?

Her knee definitely holds up and she leaps off of the turnbuckle just as Sadistic is getting to his feet! She hits him with a flying crossbody, the force of the blow knocking both competitors over the guardrail and into the crowd!

Jerry Andrews: OH MY GOD! They’re in the crowd now!

Gem slowly pulls Sadistic up. She strikes him in the face with a palm strike. He returns fire with a forearm shot. Gem fires back. Now Sadistic. Gem. Sadistic. Gem. The two are violently trading shots in the crowd!

Ace Anderson: They’re just unloading on one another! This is great!

The battle between these two rivals is getting more and more heated as they fire at one another. And then.... the bell rings.

Jerry Andrews: WHAT!?

Ace Anderson: Oh no! They’ve been counted out.

The crowd boos. PCW officials stream out into the crowd to break up the battle that continues to rage between Gem and Sadistic.

Winner: Double Countout

Eventually the team of officials and security are able to break Sadistic and Gem up, but then the rest of the Black Hand arrives on scene. Showtime and Grimm are at ringside, armed with steel chairs. Before they can ask, Eira comes rushing out with a chair of her own! Security guards stand between all of the combustible elements, trying to maintain order.

"Enough!"

Frank Foley stands in the entrance way with a microphone.

Frank Foley: "I'm not going to have this break down any further! But that's not the only reason I'm here. I'm here to make an announcement. An announcement that all of you will want to hear. It's about the PCW World Title."

The crowd cheers. All the competitors at ringside stop suddenly, their interest piqued at the discussion of the title.

Frank Foley: "Of course, as you know, if Gem had been victorious tonight..."

"Okay, that's just about enough of you."

The crowd boos as Billy Sadistic somehow has a microphone in his hand.

Sadistic: "I'm sick of hearing about Gem being victorious. I'm sick of being reminded of how Gem beat me..."

"YOU TAPPED OUT!" "YOU TAPPED OUT!" "YOU TAPPED OUT!"

Sadistic: "I'm sick and tired of facing Gem."

The crowd boos.

Sadistic: "Foley, do your job and give us all the match we want. At Living a Legacy, let me finish my unfinished business. Let me destroy Eira!"

The crowd cheers at the prospect of the match, but they boo at Sadistic's comments. Frank Foley thinks for a second and then speaks.

Frank Foley: "You know what? You have a point. Eira does deserve a shot at you and your championship."

The crowd cheers.

Frank Foley: "But so does Gem."

The crowd cheers again.

Frank Foley: "At Living a Legacy we're going to see a triple threat elimination match for the PCW World Championship: Sadistic versus Eira versus Gem!"

The crowd explodes. Sadistic slams his mic down to the floor in anger. Showtime and Grimm stand beside him now. Eira, blocked by security, stares right at him. She then turns her head. Gem is staring right at her.

- CLICK -

Seth Archer def. Kurt Kafka
Kristoff Michaelson def High Tide, Alexa Black
Tha Joka def. Stacy Jones
Non Compos Mentis & "Dollface" Kelli Starr def. The Bear" Cory Steel & Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith vs Nathan Saniti & LIGHT
Justin "Stormm" Michaels & Eira def. "Mr. Showtime" Michael Wryght & Grimm
Sadistic and Gem battle to a draw

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