Trauma 174 Results

[Rick Majors]

PCW Trauma - June 9th, 2015 Sadistic: Make the right choice NCM. You know what to do. NCM tries to get to his feet, but suddenly Showtime is in the ring with a steel chair! He clocks NCM in the back with it, sending him back down to the mat. Stormm tries to enter as well, but Gem is back up! She grabs Stormm and pulls him off of the apron! She then throws him over the guardrail and into the crowd! Gem pursues him and the two battle it out in the audience, eventually disappearing from view! Jerry Andrews: Gem and Stormm have disappeared! Ace Anderson: And now it's four-on-one on NCM in the ring! Grimm and Showtime are holding NCM by the arms now. Sadistic: Sign it, you piece of shit! Showtime and Grimm drop NCM down to the mat. He tries to stands up when... Dollface clocks him with the Candygram! Kelli Starr: Sign it. Jerry Andrews: What!? NCM staggers back to his feet, slowly. He's stumbling, but he looks Dollface in the eyes. She's staring right back at him. Kelli Starr: Sign it. NCM bends down, picks up the contract and he signs it. There's a big pause as no one but Non Compos Mentis knows who he has chosen to face. He then drops the contract at Kelli's feet. She looks down. Sadistic looks down at it and smiles. Kelli Starr then drops NCM with another Candygram!

Tuesday June 23rd, 2015

The show opens but right as we reach the part where the broadcast team is about to speak, a commotion begins in the crowd and the cameras in the Pure Class Arena begin to scour the fans for the source. Without any music, video or any fanfare whatsoever, Non Compos Mentis can be seen making his way down the stairs and through an army of PCW Faithful in the stand.

Jerry Andrews: Well, I guess welcome to Trauma folks. We're jumping right into things right now. That’s Non Compos Mentis but he isn’t scheduled to be in the arena tonight after PCW’s medical team were unable to clear him.

Ace Anderson: The Black Hand had their way with him two weeks ago and it was Kelli Starr doing the big damage with TWO Candygram’s. You have to wonder if he hasn’t got a concussion after that.

Dressed in street clothes (although there isn’t too much difference to his in-ring gear) he charges down the stairs toward ringside and it doesn’t take long before a welcoming party appears. Out from the back, the PCW security team marches down the ramp toward the ringside area to intercept NCM who isn’t allowed in the arena tonight. Still NCM continues on his path through the fans unabated.

Jerry Andrews: From what we’ve been told, the medical staff have been unable to assess NCM since Trauma 173 due to him making himself unavailable for treatment. They have advised that the Icemann Invitational winner should not be engaged in any action tonight as a matter of precaution.

As NCM gets to ringside he hops the barrier without hesitation. He’s got something on his mind and he’s going to share it with or without permission. Just as he’s about to jump into the ring, one of the security staff moves to grab him.

Ace Anderson: I don’t think Mentis agrees with their advice!

With complete disregard, Mentis slams a right hand into his chin and floors the security guard. The crowd goes wild as Mentis’ anger and frustration boils over when another member of security gets in his way and immediately gets thrown face first into the steel ring post. Before a third can get to him, NCM grabs a microphone from the timekeeper’s position and slides into the ring.

NCM: Foley! Foley you son of a bitch get out here! You’ve got questions to answer!

Ace Anderson: Well it sure looks like he’s here for action!

Bravely, two more security members roll into the ring to confront the furious Born Psycho but bravery is very easily confused for stupidity. The first burly guard walks straight into a mic-shot to the skull that sends a burst of static through the PA-system. The second manages to get closer but Mentis wrestles him straight into the ropes and unleashes a volley of hard right hands. Grabbing the guard by the collar, Mentis drags him with force and flings him around before launching him straight through the middle ropes to the outside.

Jerry Andrews: PCW Security are getting their asses handed to them here!

Mentis moves back to the middle of the ring and grabs the mic off the mat.

NCM: I’m not leaving this ring until I get to talk to you, Foley. I don’t care how many rent-a-cops I have to go through, I’ll fight them all until you get out here!

As if to answer his call, Dave Brandt and Domino D’Angelo arrive from the back flanked by a veritable army of their security team. They move down the ramp as the angry Mentis paces back and forth in the ring, waiting for them to arrive. Brandt moves to the right side of the ring while D’Angelo flanks left, taking part of their force with them to surround NCM.

Jerry Andrews: NCM’s surrounded, he can’t fight off all of them…

Ace Anderson: But you can bet your ass he’ll try!

Just as it looks like the security is about to swarm the ring, and NCM is preparing to fight all of them anyway, another figure is seen walking down the ramp rapidly with a mic in one hand and a piece of paper in the other.

Frank Foley: Mr Rhodes! You should not be here tonight, you haven’t been cleared by the medical staff to…

NCM: Foley, Starr could have hit me with ten Candygrams and you’d better believe I’d still be standing here right now, even if I had a God damn broken neck!

Bolstered by the masses of security at ringside, the PCW President approaches the ring and climbs inside with the lunatic Icey Invitational winner. To his credit, Frank Foley doesn’t look intimidated by the Born Psycho as he faces up to him.

Frank Foley: That medical advice was for your own good, Rhodes. Since you refused attention after Trauma 173 we had to take the precaution to remove you from action tonight.

NCM: I’m fine, Foley. I’ve fought matches with more blood on the floor than in my veins and my state of mind has sure as hell never been an issue before! The only thing I care about right now is that piece of paper in your hand, Foley!

Foley looks at the papers and lifts them slightly so that the fans can see exactly what NCM is referring to.

Frank Foley: The Icemann Invitational Title Shot contract is not up for discussion. I’m only out here with this to announce the chosen match for PCW’s next pay-per-view event, Return To Glory.

NCM: I’ll save you the trouble. That piece of paper in your hand, the contract I was forced to sign after The Black Hand surrounded me and beat me senseless, says that Non Compos Mentis will face Kelli Starr for the PCW International Title at Return To Glory.

A gasp comes out from the entire crowd as they realise this means the title opportunity will not be used, as was promised by NCM, against Billy Sadistic and that The Black Hand got their way. That gasp quickly turns into a chorus of boos and jeers of disappointment.

Jerry Andrews: What? He won’t be challenging Sadistic for the World Title?

Ace Anderson: He would if The Black Hand hadn’t attacked him, knocked him dizzy and forced him to sign that thing or maybe end his career.

Frank Foley: Then it’s set…

Foley moves to leave the ring, his official business concluded, but Mentis stops him in his tracks by shouting into his mic adamantly.

NCM: No, no, no! I don’t know how you can stand there and read that contract with a straight face, Foley. You know as well as I do that it’s a joke, that it was signed under duress.

The PCW President pulls back and straightens himself up for the conflict he must surely have anticipated. Ensuring he’s professional as always, Foley lifts the mic to reply.

Frank Foley: As far as myself and the other directors of PCW are concerned, the signing that occurred on Trauma 173 IS legally binding. The fact of the matter is that you were in full control of your actions when you signed that contract. The only alternative that I and the PCW directors can offer you is that you relinquish the title shot altogether.

Another volley of boos attacks Foley but he remains stern and professional in spite of this. Meanwhile Mentis stands across from him with a growing edge of wrath threatening to boil over.

Jerry Andrews: Oh give me a break…

Ace Anderson: I hate to say it but Foley doesn’t have an option. Mentis signed that contract under his own steam, regardless of the circumstances. Foley’s just doing his job.

NCM: I bet you’d love that, wouldn’t you Foley?

Now Foley’s had enough of this situation and tries to wash his hands of it by leaving. He turns to climb out of the ring but as he does he’s suddenly grabbed from behind by Mentis who yanks him back into the ring! Immediately the security force lurches forward but is held off by a tentative hand from Foley.

NCM: I’m getting pretty damn sick of the management here covering their asses and backing up The Black Hand with whatever bullshit they pull each and every week!

Frank Foley: Mr Rhodes, if you don’t let go of me I’ll be forced to have you ejected from the building.

NCM isn’t listening though, he’s pissed off and he’s lost any patience he had before. Now he has Foley by the throat, dragging him back into the middle of the ring.

NCM: Every time Trauma rolls around, I see another face of The Black Hand pull the wool over everybody’s eyes. I see them recruit Justin Michaels, I see them flood the Icemann Invitational Tournament with their numbers, I see them somehow manipulate Kelli Starr into their ranks and cause havoc throughout PCW… and now this shit! And all the while, you sit in your cushy office and put your feet up.

Frank Foley: Listen, Mentis. You have your title shot, you have your match at the International Title and the chance to become only the third ever Grand Slam Champion in PCW history. But if you strike me you can kiss goodbye to all of that because the board of directors will have no option but to immediately place you under suspension. That wouldn’t be The Black Hand’s fault, it would be entirely yours.

The words of the President of PCW seem only to rile up NCM even more instead of calming him down. The cameras can easily see the cogs turning in Mentis’ mind as he continues to hold Foley by the neck, wondering if it would be worth it to strike a member of PCW management. It looks like he’s about to back down until he pulls his arm back for a punch and…

Jerry Andrews: Security’s flooded the ring!

The combined forces of Dave Brandt and Domino D’Angelo launch themselves into the ring and tackle NCM into a corner before he can lay out the President! The whole security team jumps into the ring as NCM tries to fight back against the two brutes. For a moment it seems he might just put up a fight but perhaps it’s down to hidden injuries that he quickly becomes overwhelmed by the mass of security attacking him.

Despite being out-done by the numbers, Mentis tries to keep up a fight and gets off a few good shots at Brandt, D’Angelo and the rest of the crew before they manage to force him through the ropes and to the outside of the ring.

Jerry Andrews: Well they seem to have NCM under control now at least…

Ace Anderson: I’m glad they did before Mentis did something he’d regret! NCM has gone too far tonight. I can understand his frustration but Foley can only do his job. NCM signed that contract in front of the whole world and whether or not it was forced he has to deal with the consequences now. If he wants to blame someone he should blame The Black Hand!

Slowly, PCW security manoeuvres NCM over the barrier and toward one of the exits from the arena, fighting him all the way as he loses every notion of control and decency.

Jerry Andrews: It looks like Non Compos Mentis is well on his way to being removed from the building, we’ll be right back after this commercial break.

As Trauma returns, we're in Frank Foley's backstage office. Foley is seated at his desk and he's looking right into the camera.

Frank Foley: Ladies and gentlemen, I had planned to make this announcement in the ring to start the show, but due to the unfortunate circumstances that took place, it had to be delayed sightly and announced from my office instead.

Jerry Andrews: Announcement?

Frank Foley: As you now know, Non Compos Mentis has chosen to face Kelli Starr for the PCW International Championship at Return to Glory. I'd like to take this opportunity to wish both competitors good luck in that match. It should be quite the contest.

Foley pauses for a moment before continuing.

Frank Foley: That does mean that we still need to name a number one contender who will face Sadistic for the PCW World Championship at that same event. We are going to begin that process here tonight.

The crowd is heard cheering.

Frank Foley: Tonight we will have two triple threat contests. The winners of these matches will face off against one another in a one-on-one match in two weeks at Trauma 175 with the winner earning the right to challenge for the title at Return to Glory.

Ace Anderson: Well that's huge news!

Frank Foley: One of those two matches will see Nathan Saniti, Grimm and Gem battle it out. That match will be the final match of the evening. The other match will involve Eira, Justin "Stormm" Michaels and Tha Joka facing off. That match will happen RIGHT NOW. Thank you for your time and let's go back to ringside for the match.

The shot returns to ringside and suddenly the lights in the PCW Arena slowly dim to complete darkness, save for the bits of light coming from several entrances and the flashes of cameras going off. A video package begins to play on the big screen above the entrance as Prelude (The Family Trip) by Marilyn Manson begins playing through the sound system in the arena. The video package on the big screen is a parody of the scene from Willy Wonka and The Chocolate Factory with Joka taking the place of Willy Wonka at the bow of the boat. The minute long song and video play out with Joka reenacting the memorable scene. At the end Joka looks down and Joka walks out onto the stage dressed in a tattered white old timey evening gown. He brings a mic up to his mouth and looks up into the camera.

"Stop the boat!"

The crowd begins booing him viciously as Monster walks out behind him. Monster raises both of his huge arms into the air and red pyrotechnics explode on the stage, with Doll-Dagga Buzz-Buzz Ziggety-Zag opening in unison with the explosion. Red lights fill the arena and Joka begins headbanging, whipping his long green and black dreadlocks in the air as the crowd boo louder, with a few cheers sprinkled in. At the beginning of the song when the words "All the goose step girlies with the cursive faces. We know it's all Braille beneath their skirts" are sung, Joka lifts up his ankle length white dress over his head and then turns around and playfully bends down, lightly flipping the dress up as Monster crosses his arms and looks out into the hate filled crowd.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the following triple threat match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Oklahoma City, Oklahoma..."

Joka begins skipping down the ramp to the ring as Monster slowly walks behind him. Joka reaches the the ring and with one fluid movement, rips the dress off and throws it into the crowd as he windmills his dreads; fans in the front row all jumping up to catch the dress as Joka stops headbanging and seamlessly jumps straight up to the ring apron outside of the ropes. Joka walks over to the corner post and crawls up it like a spider, jerking erratically and violently, looking out into the crowd with a maniacal look on his face. Joka jumps down off the corner turnbuckle as the huge seven foot Monster steps over the top rope and Joka spins into the middle of the ring as Monster meets him. Joka flips off the crowd as Monster raises his huge arms in the air and red pyrotechnics explode from the turnbuckles.

"He is THA JOKA!"

"And his first opponent..."

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.

"... she is 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.

Jerry Andrews: Eira definitely wants a one-on-one shot against Sadistic for the title. How will she do here tonight?

Ace Anderson: All three of these competitors are among PCW's best. This match could be won by any of them!

There's a pause and the crowd looks towards the ramp. Nothing happens.

Jerry Andrews: Where's Stormm?

Ace Anderson: Maybe he's too busy with his Black Hand friends to bother showing up.

Jerry Andrews: Well, let's be fair. We haven't heard him confirm that he's with the Black Hand in any way.

Ace Anderson: Sure, but we have eyes! We've all seen him!

"Immortal" by Eve to Adam begins to play but, after waiting quite some time, no one appears in the entrance way.

Ace Anderson: Maybe Stormm turned his back on competing too.

Jerry Andrews: A chance at the World Title is on the line here! Where is Justin Michaels!?

We suddenly cut backstage where Kassandra Black is waiting just inside the arena from the parking garage. She looks to be getting impatient as she waits for someone to arrive at the Pure Class Arena for the night's festivities, but they still haven't gotten there.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we're waiting to kick things off we have a triple threat match between Eira, The Joka, and the man I've been waiting here an hour for, Justin "Stormm" Michaels." She pauses for a moment to turn her attention back to the door to the parking garage, and then back to the camera. "There has been a lot of speculation as to his involvement since Living a Legacy with the Black Hand, and nobody has really called him out on it... yet."

Almost as if on cue, the door to the parking garage opens, and Stormm comes flying into the arena in a hurry. "Stormm, do you have a moment?" The Force of Nature ignores Kassandra as he heads towards his locker room at a near sprint, having arrived late, with his match about to begin. "Everyone here tonight and watching from home wants to know if you truly have turned your back on Pure Class Wrestling to align with the Black Hand; so have you?"

"I'm in a hurry." Justin shrugs off Kassandra's questions, thought she is known to be extremely persistent with her backstage interviews, and she continues to pursue him.

The fans in attendance can be heard starting to stir, even backstage, at Stormm's actions, and refusing to answer her questions. "By ignoring me, most of us will see that as admitting to that which you are accused of, care to respond?"

Justin does not care to respond, and while most would see that as a sign of guilt, there still may be some that see his actions as nothing more than a man who is late, and needs to get ready for his match. Those people would be few and far between, though. "I really need to get ready and get to the ring, maybe some other time."

Not happy with his response, especially after waiting for his arrival for so long, Kassandra is not giving up just yet, and pounds on the Force of Nature's locker room door, which he has just gone inside of and closed in Kassandra's face. "Don't you think we deserve to hear your side of the story?!"

There is a long pause, and just when her and the camera are about to cut back to the arena, Justin flings open his locker room door. "Deserve?" He questions sternly. "Everyone and their dog questions my motives for the last three years, wondering when I'm going to turn my back on them again, and you then you think you deserve an explanation?" Stepping out into the halls from his locker room, he moves in as close as he can to Kassandra. "I'm the one who deserves something here. The respect from those I've been doing my damndest to do right by since the first time I, as you all call it, 'turned my back' on the PCW faithful."

"So you're saying...?"

Stormm grabs the microphone out of Ms. Black's hand, and turns his attention to the camera. "What I'm saying is, those pieces of crap in the Black Hand have played you all for fools, and now have you all turning YOUR backs on ME! I haven't jumped ship, nor do I plan to, but unless I can convince you all of that, I don't really have much more that I can say on the subject!"

Dropping the microphone to the concrete, Stormm rushes back into his locker room, and closes the door to get ready for his match.

Back at ringside, the arena lights have dimmed 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. After a much longer delay than usual, 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 plays once again as orange flashes, like lightning, illuminate the way for the Force of Nature, and Justin Michaels appears through the curtain and onto the stage. He’s wearing Havoc orange trunk tights with a white cloudy texture to them and a black hooded sweatshirt with the hood down. On the front of the shirt is a Stormm logo in Havoc burnt orange outlined in white.

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

"And, the final competitor in this atch..."

Justin 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!"

"...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 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.

Jerry Andrews: Stormm not getting the same response from the crowd here tonight that he's used to!

Ace Anderson: Of course not! He's allied with the Black Hand!

Jerry Andrews: He says he's not!

Ace Anderson: And you believe him!?

Triple Threat Match
Eira vs. Justin "Stormm" Michaels vs. Tha Joka
Referee: Ed Lane

The bell rings, signalling the start of the contest.

Jerry Andrews: This is a huge match with big ramifications! The winner here will be a match away from competing for the World Title!

Joka and Eira lock up, while Stormm just looks out at the crowd, seemingly upset with their reaction to him. Joka whips Eira into the corner. He charges at her, but she gets her legs up and kicks him in the face. Joka staggers backwards. Eira rushes at him and she hits him with a hurricanrana! Eira goes for a quick cover, but Joka kicks out. Eira pulls him up once more. He battles back with a series of chops before taking her down with a big boot. Joka pulls Eira up, but suddenly Stormm pounces on him, knocking him down to the mat and unloading on him with a series of right hands.

Jerry Andrews: Woah! This kind of aggression is kind of out of character for Stormm!

Ace Anderson: Well, a shot at the World Title is up for grabs!

Jerry Andrews: That’s very true!

Ace Anderson: Also, maybe the rest of the Black Hand is rubbing off on him...

Michaels pulls Joka up now and he tosses him through the ropes to the outside. He follows him out there. Joka stands up, but Stormm grabs him by the back of the head and he slams him head first into the railing. The crowd boos.

Jerry Andrews: It’s so weird hearing the crowd boo Justin Michaels right now...

Stormm is momentarily distracted by the reaction of the crowd. This gives Joka a chance to kick him in the BAWLS!

Ace Anderson: OUCH!

The referee slides out of the ring and he begins to admonish Joka, threatening to throw him out of the match.

Jerry Andrews: If Joka’s not careful, he’s going to get himself tossed from this match and miss out on a huge opportunity!

Joka turns around and suddenly he’s hit by a huge suicide dive from Eira! Joka goes crashing into the guardrail! Stormm slowly gets back up, but Eira takes him down with a high angle drop kick! She then pulls him up. Stormm slugs in the face and the crowd boos once again. Stormm kicks Eira in the stomach and then drops her with a DDT. More boos from the crowd. Stormm looks out at them and it’s obvious that he’s getting visibly upset by their reaction.

Jerry Andrews: Justin Michaels is clearly disturbed by the fact that the fans think he’s turned against them!

Ace Anderson: But he HAS turned against them!

While Stormm is distracted, Eira gets back to her feet. She takes Stormm down with a big spear. As Joka approaches her, he suffers the same fate. Eira then slides Joka into the ring and she follows him.

Jerry Andrews: Eira taking this back inside now.

Ace Anderson: Smart. That’s the only place you can win the match!

Eira sets Joka up but he shoves her back. He swings at her, but she ducks it and counters with a big judo throw! On the outside of the ring, Stormm is getting back to his feet. Rather than return to the ring, he walks around the ring, looking at random members of the crowd and shaking his head.

Jerry Andrews: Stormm needs to get his head back in the game here!

Ace Anderson: Honestly, he deserves everything he’s getting from this crowd! We saw him align himself with the Black Hand. At Living a Legacy we saw him help Sadistic retain the World Title! And just two weeks ago we saw him join in on the attack on NCM!

Jerry Andrews: That’s very true. But he said....

Ace Anderson: Actions speak louder than words!

Eira sets Joka up, only to send him back down with a suplex. She then climbs to the top ropes!

Jerry Andrews: FALL OF THE MORNING STAR!!!

Ace Anderson: The cover!

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

Jerry Andrews: Eira wins! She moves on to face the winner of tonight’s second triple threat match!

Ace Anderson: She’s one step closer to challenging Sadistic for the World Championship!

Winner: Eira via pinfall by pinning Tha Joka @ 16:54

Freddie Mercury's voice kicking off Queen's "I Want It All" is the unmistakable sound of Kincaid's entrance music and the crowd rises to their feet as he emerges from the back. His head is bowed, his eyes locked on the ring as he bounces up and down lightly on the stage. At his side, Alyssa Kincaid watches her husband and whispers some encouraging words to him we can't quite pick up. The two of them head down to the ring, with Kincaid rolling under the rope and heading straight to the corner to await the arrival of his opponent.

Jerry Andrews: Well, Kincaid is a newcomer to the PCW roster but he doesn’t seem to be lacking any confidence. His eyes locked on that ring, he clearly has a mission tonight.

Ace Anderson: Sorry, what? I was looking at his wife.

Jerry Andrews: How about we focus on the match at hand, hmm?

Ace Anderson: Okay.

"Heart of Fire" starts to play over the PA system and the fans rise to their feet in anticipation. Once the lyrics start up, Jameson walks out onto the stage, double checking his taped hands to make sure they're tight. He wears a shy grin, still having a hard time accepting the fans cheers. Pausing at the top of the ramp to take everything in for a minute, he slowly makes his way down to the ring.

Jerry Andrews: “Newcomer Vincent Jameson on his first outing here in PCW, he’s got a lot of critics to silence here and a lot of people in the back wondering if this kid can handle the pressure.”

Singles Match
Kincaid vs. Vincent Jameson
Referee: Manny Cruz

The bell rings and Kincaid quickly rushes at Jameson with a running knee, hitting right into the midsection of the defending Jameson, doubling over the rookie. Kincaid takes this time to grab the head of Jameson and hit him with a loud DDT onto the canvas. He gets up and growls with dominance as his wife cheers him on from the outside.

Jerry Andrews: He is wasting NO time tonight, Jameson hasn’t even had a chance!

Vincent Jameson makes an attempt to stand, using the ropes for leverage, he shakes it off and pulls his hair from his face as he stumbles to the centre of the ring to lock up with Kincaid. Jameson attempts to grab Kincaid by the arm for some kind of arm drag but Kincaid pulls him close, wraps his arms around his torso and hits a belly to belly duplex onto the mat.

Ace Anderson: Goodnight to THAT GUY!

Kincaid hears a mix of cheers and boos from the crowd and uses the momentum to climb to the top rope, looking down on the fallen rookie and hits what he calls the Diving Dynamite, slamming himself into Jamesons body before climbing over him, wrapping his arms around the boys head and locking in his finishing manoeuvre, the Clutch!

Jerry Andrews: This does not look good for Jameson

Ace Anderson: No it does not, damn that Clutch move looks intense!

Jameson writhes in pain as he tries to slip out of the hold but his attempts are fruitless against the stronger grip of Kincaid who tightens the hold until Jameson has no choice but to tap out and quit the match.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, as a result of a submission, the winner of this match… KINCAID!”

Jerry Andrews: A great outing for one rookie, a death toll for another.

Winner: Kincaid via submission @ 5:27

The scene opens on a clear night sky, then begins to pan down to a forest canopy. Further down, it shows a clearing in the midst of a circle of trees. And in this clearing, a hole in the ground. While fireflies blink in and out of existence and a whippoorwill makes its namesake call, the sound of scraping can be heard coming from the hole as dirt intermittently flies up and out onto a growing pile. Eventually a shovel is tossed out and two hands grab onto the edge. A sweaty, dirt-streaked Grimm pulls himself out. Looking back into the hole, he wipes his hands on his jeans. He then picks up the shovel and looks into the camera.

“Whether you need to bury secrets or just give someone a good whack on the back of the head, nothing does the job like a good quality shovel. That’s why I shop at Hangtown Hardware. They have a wide selection for all your shoveling needs.”

The camera zooms in at a nauseating pace until only two pale blue eyes fill the screen.

“Tell them Grimm sent you.”

The camera zooms back out. Grimm walks out of the scene, and the view slowly moves up through the trees to the stars twinkling high above.

Tuesday Night Trauma returns from commercial break to find Eira making her way through the backstage area. Fresh off her victory in the opening bout, she rounds a corner and approaches a doorway. Her face still glimmers with sweat as she composes herself before knocking crisply on the metal door. The camera pans around to the nameplate on the front of the door: The Black Hand.

Slowly, the knob turns and the door creaks open allowing an anti-freeze green eye to peer out; the eye of Billy Sadistic. The eye widens at the sight of Eira.

Sadistic: Just a moment.

And the door shuts abruptly. Eira waits impatiently. Crossing her arms and fidgeting her feet, she's just about ready to leave when the door slowly squeals open and out steps PCW's resident Phenom. His hands are clasped behind his back as he casually steps into the hallway to meet Eira with a strange grin on his face. The door hisses shut behind him. The two simply stare at each other in a moment of awkward tension. Sadistic lets out an annoyed sigh.

Sadistic: Are...you waiting for me to say something?

Eira: On the contrary. I've come here to tell you something.

William can only smirk.

Sadistic: Let me guess: After your big win out there tonight, you're well on your way to another shot at my title. BUT...this isn't just about my title. No, no, no, Eira. It's so much more than that, right? This isn't about Eira and Sadistic, is it? This is about the Black Hand and the Order...

As the last word rolls off Sadistic's tongue, he nearly dry heaves. In a flash, Eira has invaded his personal space and Billy is taken by surprise. The words that follow come in the form of a harsh whisper.

Eira: You think you're so smart. You think you've got it all figured out, don't you? Manipulating people. Destroying lives. But the reality is that you just. Don't. Get it. Who are you trying to fool, Billy? This isn't about the Black Hand and the Order. Not anymore. And it hasn't been for a long time. This is about what you did to me.

Her hands instinctively feel for her womb as her eyes start to well up. But she refuses to shed a tear. Not in front of this bastard. Her brows lower as she leans in closely. Close enough for Sadistic to feel her warm, vengeful breath.

Eira: This is about what you did...to US!

The sentence hisses from her lips.

Eira: But that will all be remedied soon enough, now won't it?

Without realizing it, Eira has backed Sadistic up against the metal door. He clears his throat loudly, and it's at this point that Eira realizes they're not alone. No, they've been surrounded by at least a dozen of PCW's finest security. Rolling her eyes, she steps away from her arch nemesis with a sarcastic smile.

Sadistic: Gentlemen, if you would. This foul woman has been harassing me for some...

Eira: I wasn't finished. This will all be remedied when I defeat you for your precious golden belt and break you mentally. Then – and this is the icing on the cake - MURDOC will be there to break you physically.

The revelation comes out of left field and causes the Phenom's jaw to drop. He quickly clamps his mouth shut as his eyes burn a hole through Eira's very being. You can almost see his blood boiling. Eira mocks him with an unsympathetic giggle.

Eira: Oh...you didn't know. Murdoc is free, and I can assure you it's only a matter of time before he comes to extract his pound of flesh.

Now it's Eira's turn to play wicked. Her smile is taunting, sinister, and quite sincere. Sadistic, his face turning red with fury, slowly begins to turn back towards the door. But in a flash, he reconsiders and backhands her across the mouth with such force that she's knocked to the ground!!! He quickly begins barking orders at the security team and directing traffic.

Sadistic: Get her out of here! Get here out of here right now! I want her out of the God damn building!

Eira surges to her feet looking for Sadistic - an arm, a leg, his throat - but there are at least a dozen bodies on her in an instant. The first two are dropped immediately, their heads bouncing off the concrete. A handful more earn themselves bloody noses, swollen cheeks, and split lips. Eira tries to fight through the horde, but the numbers prove too many. As they haul her away, Sadistic returns her deadly glare.

Sadistic: I'll be waiting...

The security force removes Eira from the building as the World Champion returns to his dressing room and the scene returns to ringside.

“The following six person tag team match is scheduled for one fall!”

“You Are A Pirate!” by Alestorm begins to play throughout the arena. With very little lighting and effects that simulate lightning, High Tide and Wasp walk down the ramp slightly crouched over, as if he was sitting. Tide 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.

“Introducing first, the team of Wasp and High Tide: THE SEA MEN!”

Then Tide 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.

Jerry Andrews: Wasp returned to PCW last week to rejoin High Tide and reform the Sea Men!

Ace Anderson: And it looks like their partner tonight is going to be a part of this group they have formed!

“And, their tag team partner....”

The lights die.

The crowd silences.

A motorcycle reeves it's engine.

Then a single spotlight shines over the entrance as Godsmack begins to play.

"Something wrong, something right, something missing."

From the back a man with a beard on a bike flies from backstage and tears down the ramp. He is Judge. Judge takes the bike around the ring one time bringing it to a stop beside the stairs that lead to the ring. Judge steps off his bike and jogs up the stairs, along the ring apron, and finally ducks into the ring.

Once inside Judge removes his trucker hat and band shirt waiting for his opponent.

“... JUDGE!”

"Killing Strangers" by Marilyn Manson begins to play.

“And, their opponents...”

The opening bass and background percussion fill the arena before a sexy guitar solo cuts through the bass line. Marilyn's unmistakable voice leads our villains out from the back. Frank smirks while surveying the crowd as Bubba capers and jig's his way down the ramp.

“... first, from Greenville, South Carolina...”

Frank cackles as he heads down the ramp, several paces behind his cohort and while Bubba rolls in under the bottom rope, Frank stops at ringside, briefly, before bounding onto the apron. Merritt enters through the ropes while Bubba stands in the center of the ring, his fist raised in the air while Frank chuckles to himself, looming behind Reece.

“... Bubba Reece and Frank Merritt: THE NOBODIES!”

"Nobody's Real" by Powerman 5000 begins to play.

“And, their tag team partner...”

Lunatic comes out in a straight jacket. Once the drum solo hits, he tears the arms free and a bolt of lightning emanates from each arm with a loud crackle. He doffs the jacket to reveal the rest of his new ring attire; Red long handle underwear with a smiley on the front, white boots and gloves, a black mask surrounding the eyes and a bluish hue to his face. He literally whooshes down to the ring, both arms extended towards the ceiling, until he reaches the steps. Once there, he leaps up each step individually with a mighty "WOO HOO!," whooping like Daffy Duck at the top before climbing through.

“... THE LUNATIC!”

Ace Anderson: I don’t like this guy.

Jerry Andrews: Come on! I think he’s funny!

Ace Anderson: You would!

Six-Man Tag Team Match
The Nobodies (Frank Merritt & Bubba Reece) & Lunatic vs. The Sea Men (Wasp & High Tide [Underground ©]) & Judge
Referee: Nigel Gale

The bell rings and Merritt faces off against High Tide. The two lock up. Outside the ring, the Lunatic drops down off of the apron and starts running around the ring. He then slides into the ring and immediately slides out. He runs some more, slides in and slides out again. Merritt and Tide break their lock up and both men stare at the unique competitor as he runs.

Ace Anderson: What the hell is he doing!?

Referee Nigel Gale finally reacts to the Lunatic’s actions and he orders him back to his corner. Lunatic sticks his tongue out, but he eventually returns to the corner where he starts jumping up and down on the apron. Bubba Reece takes a step away from him.

Tide and Merritt lock up once again. Merritt shoves Tide backwards into the corner. Tide comes sprinting out and he takes Merritt down with a jumping heel kick. He then stands up and starts to stomp on his opponent.

Jerry Andrews: Nice work there by Tide!

Merritt rolls away from the attack and he reaches up and tags in Reece. As Merritt gets back to his feet, Lunatic gives him a big hug. Merritt glares at him and exits the ring. Reece enters and Tide runs at him. Reece dodges out of the way, turns around he drops Tide with a big clothesline. He then tosses him into the corner and starts to unload on him with punches. Reece tags Merritt back in and the two men double team Tide for a while. Suddenly, Wasp and Judge run into the ring to even things up!

Jerry Andrews: Everyone is in the ring now!

Ace Anderson: Well, almost everyone. What is this Lunatic doing?

Lunatic has taken the chance to leave the apron once again. He’s set a chair up at ringside and is pretending to eat invisible popcorn as a brawl breaks out in the ring. Merritt and Reece are eventually overwhelmed by their three opponents. Finally, the referee gets things under control and we’re back to Merritt versus Tide.

Ace Anderson: This is insanity!

Jerry Andrews: It’s certainly a chaotic match!

Ace Anderson: I was talking about the Lunatic.

Merritt sets Tide up for a powerbomb, but Tide counters it into a hurricanrana! He then dives into his corner and tags in Judge! Merritt gets to his feet, but Judge clotheslines him down to the mat. Judge now starts to work on Merritt with a series of forearm strikes. He then pulls Merritt up and hits him with a t-bone suplex! Judge goes for a cover but Reece breaks it up. This brings Wasp and Tide back into the ring. Lunatic joins the other five men in the ring this time but, instead of fighting, he just jumps up and down yelling and waving his arms.

Ace Anderson: He’s like a walking face palm this guy.

The referee gets control of the situation once again, but not before Wasp and Tide double team Merritt, taking him down with a double DDT. As soon as the referee regains order, Judge goes for another cover, but Merritt kicks out. Judge now throws Merritt into his corner and stomps on him before tagging in Wasp. Wasp hits Merritt with a drop kick and he tags in Tide. Tide drives his shoulder into Merritt’s stomach. Merritt falls to the mat.

Jerry Andrews: Great teamwork by Wasp, Tide and Judge.

Ace Anderson: And, on the other side of the ring, Lunatic is bouncing up and down on the second rope.

Tide pulls Merritt up once more. He then climbs the ropes.

Jerry Andrews: Shooting star DDT!

Ace Anderson: Tide just made Merritt Walk the Plank!

Tide goes for a cover. Reece runs in to break it up. Judge and Wasp cut him off:
1....
2.....
3!!!!

“Here are your winners: the team of High Tide, Wasp and Judge!”

Winners: The Sea Men & Judge via pinfall when High Tide pinned Frank Merritt @ 11:31

The victorious three leave the ring together, their arms raised high. Inside the ring, Bubba Reece goes to check on Frank Merritt. Lunatic suddenly rushes into the ring and he starts to use a pretend defibrillator on Merrit, loudly shouting “CLEAR!!!” each time he does it. Bubba Reece has had enough. He grabs Lunatic angrily just as Merritt is getting to his feet.

Jerry Andrews: Uh oh. This won’t be good.

Reece sets Lunatic up as Merritt springboards off of the ropes!

Ace Anderson: RIDE TO NOWHERE!

Jerry Andrews: Lunatic has just been destroyed!

Ace Anderson: Well, he kind of deserved it.

Merritt and Reece leave the ring in a rage as the referee checks on the fallen Lunatic.

As Trauma returns, “Sick Like Me” by In This Moment starts up and the roar from the crowd is immediate. Crazy Boy trots out first to the adulation of the crowd and Alexa Black isn't far behind him. The hearty fanfare seems to have taken Alexa aback as she slowly glares around the inside of the Pure Class Arena. The formation of (un)Stable in opposition of the Black Hand has really taken PCW by storm and there's little doubt that the Faithful have gone all in on them. Orin Boyd and Lashawnda Tyson, Alexa's cohorts, aren't far behind.

Jerry Andrews: It should be noted that in order to prevent an all out riot, members of (un)Stable and the Black Hand have been banned from the ringside area.

Ace Anderson: Not that I've got sympathy for the Black Hand, but why are Boyd and Tyson allowed out here?

Jerry Andrews: They're not active competitors, Ace. They're part of Alexa's management team.

With the two (un)Stable members patrolling the ring, “God's Gonna Cut You Down” by Johnny Cash starts up. The ominous stomping and clapping. Small, littered sections of the crowd join in as “Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght emerges from behind the curtain with his North American championship – with fresh black handprint – fastened firmly around his waist. “Dollface” Kelli Starr isn't far behind. The International championship fits snugly around her fit, trimmed mid-section. The pair move down the ramp in unison and it would appear that there is an unspoken chemistry between the two.

Ace Anderson: These two have had their vivid, colorful personalities sucked away from them by the Black Hand. Now they're just soldiers. Robots. Cogs in the machine.

Jerry Andrews: Funny, Ace, but they both look like champions to me.

Tag Team Match
Kelli Starr (International ©) & "Mr. Showtime" Michael Wryght (North American ©) vs. Tyrone Smith & Alexa Black
Referee: Ty Little

Ace Anderson: This will be an interesting contest to say the least, Jerry. On the side of (un)Stable, you've got a pair of lunatics. The powerhouse in Alexa Black, and the high flying specialist that is Crazy Boy. And on the side of the Black Hand, you've got arguably the greatest technical wrestler to ever lace up a pair of boots in Michael Wryght and the speedy Kelli Starr and her newly acquired mean streak.

Jerry Andrews: Are Crazy Boy and Alexa even sane enough to form a cohesive unit?

Wryght and Alexa start things off as referee Little calls for the bell. Alexa bullrushes Showtime using her immense strength, but the North American Champion easily counters with a drop toehold and uses his mat skills to keep her grounded. Taking away Alexa's vertical base also takes away her strength and Michael expertly keeps Black on the mat with a vast array of locks and chain wrestling. The fans boo. They didn't come to see Michael Wryght wrench on a headlock. They came to see (un)Stable kick the crap out of the Black Hand!

Ace Anderson: Ever the tactician, Mikey Wryght has completely neutralized Alexa's main weapon: Her strength. I can guarantee you Showtime's scouted both of his opponents to a fault.

Alexa is finally able to get her legs under her and powers her way up off the mat. Using her strength, she drives Wryght back into her team's corner which allows Crazy Boy to tag himself in. Michael wisely releases Alexa and maneuvers out of the corner as Smith leaps in over the top rope. As he lands, Showtime is there to meet him with a boot to the gut followed immediately by a single-arm DDT! Rather than go for a cover, Showtime immediately goes after Tyrone's knee.

Ace Anderson: Clever tactics by Showtime. Taking out Crazy Boy's leg will eliminate his high flying offense.

Showtime drags Smith into the center of the ring and goes to work with surgical precision. Wryght follows up a spinning European uppercut with a vile chopblock. Crazy Boy hasn't even been able to get out of the gate as Wryght smashes him into the canvas with a slingshot suplex. The lovely Kelli Starr eagerly awaits a tag from the Black Hand's corner and Showtime obliges. Dollface slowly and methodically slips into the ring. With Crazy Boy still on the mat, Kelli Starr assesses her target before jumping into the air and landing a heavy stomp into Crazy Boy's weakened knee.

Jerry Andrews: Crazy Boy has sustained a good amount of damage to that knee. Could Kelli be looking to unleash that grapevine submission that she debuted on the last episode of Trauma?

Rather than attempt any sort of pinfall or submission, Kelli seems perfectly content toying with her opponent like a child would a roll of Smarties. Crazy Boy sits up, but Kelli is there to meet him with a kick straight to the heart! Pulling the Crazy One to his feet, she Irish whips him into the ropes and catches him with a hip toss powerslam. Smith is hurting in a bad way and Starr knows it. She calmly lounges in the corner as Crazy Boy struggles to reach his feet. Making his way to a neutral corner, he pulls himself up...but Starr has already amassed a head of steam and connects with a spear! Connects with the ringpost!

Ace Anderson: Oh! Crazy Boy dodged at the last second, and Kelli just wrapped her shoulder around the cold, hard steel! I've seen that very move snap collarbones, Jerry!

The Faithful erupt as Crazy Boy crawls to his corner. Dollface cradles her arm limply as she staggers after Smith. Alexa reaches as far as she can in her partner's direction, and he slowly reaches for the tag. They're a mere inches apart when Kelli grabs him by he boot...but Tyrone surges forward and slaps Black's hand! The tag is met with a roar from the crowd and Alexa stampedes into the ring to greet the candy girl with big rights and lefts. Starr is staggered as the sadistic Alexa Black unloads with some heavy shots to the body.

Jerry Andrews: I think Kelli may have taken the opposition a little lightly. Alexa Black is here to fight, as Miss Starr can surely attest to.

Alexa pummels Starr into the corner and continues wailing away until Kelli has been beaten down to the canvas. With a shriek, Alexa charges across the ring and blasts Showtime off the ring apron. The fans approve. Alexa drags Starr by her pretty pink hair across the ring to her corner and tags Crazy Boy back in. Crazy Boy moves a bit gingerly on his bad leg, but is able to catch Kelli with the Crazy Slam! Alexa quickly initiates and connects with the Spider Bite before rolling out of the ring.

Jerry Andrews: They call that the Double Whammy! And I think Kelli Starr is in serious trouble!

Rather than go for the pin, Crazy Boy tags Alexa back in. Smith moves towards the ropes, but rather than step through them, he bounces off of them. Charging across the ring, he swandives over the top rope and connects with Showtime on the outside wiping them both out! Alexa Black goes for the cover as Orin and Lashawnda cheer her on. 1...2...kickout!

Ace Anderson: Somehow, Kelli gets the shoulder up!

The fans let out a disappointed groan. Alexa almost seems excited at the thought of inflicting more punishment on her pretty opponent. Except Kelli has other plans as she digs her sparkly polished nails into Alexa's eyes. The referee issues her a warning, but the sensual superstar blows him off and backs Alexa into the corner with a series of side kicks. In a flash, Orin Boyd is up on the ring apron.

Ace Anderson: Hey! What is he doing? Get Orin off the apron!

Jerry Andrews: What's going on?

As the referee is tied up with Orin, Lashawnda sneaks into the ring and levels Kelli from behind with a hard lariat to the back of her head dropping her like a sack of potatoes.

Ace Anderson: Did you see that?!?

Jerry Andrews: That's blatant interference from Lashawnda Tyson!

Ace Anderson: And she's not done yet!

Lashawnda picks up Kelli and nails a nasty lifting double underhook facebuster she calls the Unprettier, driving Kelli face first into the mat before leaving the ring smirking at what she's just done.

Ace Anderson: The referee needs to get control here! Otherwise this is going to be completely out of control!

Alexa smiles and laughs as Kelli struggles to get back up. The camera is close enough to pick up some of the audio.

Alexa Black: Hi, Candy Girl. Looks like you're in a bit of trouble, aren't you? Remember how I said I had something special JUST for you? I've been saving it for the right time and now you'll get it!

Ace Anderson: This woman is psychotic!

She hoists Kelli up and puts her into a powerbomb position before lifting her up and into a Gory special.

Jerry Andrews: What the hell is this?!

Ace Anderson: Whatever it is, it won't end well for Kelli.

She waits for a few seconds to let Kelli think about it before driving her down into a Piledriver from the Gory special spiking Kelli like a lawn dart!

Ace Anderson: JESUS CHRIST! That was a nasty move! It could have caused serious injury!

The crowd roars as Alexa smiles and points at the fallen Kelli.

Alexa Black: What do you think of her now?!

The typical boos that would normally follow a stunt like this from Alexa are nowhere to be found. Instead, her heinous actions are met with loud cheers.

Ace Anderson: So much for a fair and partial match. Lashawnda Tyson has drastically changed the outcome of this match!

Kelli is still down on the mat. Showtime and Crazy Boy are beginning to stir on the outside. Alexa is in complete control as Orin and Lashawnda admire their handiwork from the outside. The cheering quickly turns to booing as the World Champion, Billy Sadistic, emerges from beneath the ring with a black baseball bat in hand. He charges Orin and Lashawnda and swings for the fences! Tyson is lucky enough to roll out of the way but Orin takes a blast across the chest that levels him. As Lashawnda rolls to her feet, the Phenom nimbly drives the end of the bat into her stomach before spiking her on the outside with a Sadistic DDT!

Jerry Andrews: Oh, come on! What is HE doing out here! He's supposed to be banned from ringside!

Ace Anderson: I recall Alexa's henchmen getting involved just moments ago...

Alexa has certainly taken notice. Ty Little has lost all semblance of control in this one as Showtime and Crazy Boy are now duking it out on the outside. Alexa reaches through the ropes and grabs Sadistic by his greasy black hair...and he was waiting for her! He spins in an instant and snarls, flashing jagged yellow teeth. Mouth opened wide, he pulls her face towards his gnashing teeth! Using her strength, she's able to force him away and retreat to the confines of the ring. And turning around, she walks right into a Candygram!

Jerry Andrews: Candygram! She caught her with that devastating spinning backfist, and that's all she wrote!

Kelli makes the cover, driving her forearm into Alexa's face in the process as Ty Little makes the count. 1...2...Crazy Boy shoots under the bottom rope to make the save, but Wryght grabs him by the boot and yards him back out of the ring. 3! “God's Gonna Cut You Down” starts back up as the boos shower from the rafters. But the fun isn't over yet. At least, not for the Black Hand. Showtime drives Crazy Boy head first into the ringpost before rolling into the ring. Sadistic is in the ring as well, and the trio of Black Hand allies drag Alexa to the corner. Showtime retrieves something shiny from his entrance robe and within seconds, both of Alexa's wrists have been handcuffed to the ring ropes leaving her completely exposed in the corner.

Ace Anderson: Did...did Showtime just handcuff Alexa?!

Sure enough, Alexa comes to and finds herself completely and utterly trapped. Kelli Starr lays in a couple boots to her exposed mid-section before rolling to the outside and wrapping her arms around the crazy woman's feet. Showtime steps out onto the ring apron and holds her head steady with a couple handfuls of hair. The booing continues as Sadistic slowly approaches and grabs her by the chin.

Sadistic: You're crazy, right? You love to hurt people, right? Big, bad Alexa Black and her group of crazy pals. But where are your pals now, crazy lady? Let's say I wanted to do...this!

Sadistic drills her in the mouth with a stiff left jab!

Sadistic: Or...this!

The Phenom's right hook catches Alexa in the jaw and her head snaps back. Blood trickles pours from her mouth, but her lips slowly twist into a smile.

Alexa Black: ...fuck you!

And with that, she spits a bloody wad into Billy's face. Sadistic stops and smirks for a second, but his rage overtakes him as he lunges at Alexa and wraps his crooked fingers around her throat! He continues to choke the life out of her until suddenly the crowd erupts. Nathan Saniti shoots out from the back like a torpedo with Joka and Monster hot on his trail. Sadistic takes notice and backs away from Alexa. Showtime and Starr regroup on the outside as Sadistic backs against the ropes.

Jerry Andrews: Here comes the cavalry!

Boyd and Tyson are back up, but before (un)Stable can assemble in full force, Crazy Boy latches onto Sadistic from the outside and pulls him out under the bottom rope! Kelli and Michael have already made a retreat through the crowd, but Sadistic finds himself on the receiving end of some heavy Crazy Boy right hands! The champion is rocked and Smith winds up with a big clothesline that sends Sadistic over the guardrail into the fans! The stands are rockin' and rollin' as the Phenom scurries through the crowd to find his stablemates. Saniti attempts to find the keys to Alexa's cuffs as (un)Stable stands tall in the ring.

Winners: Kelli Starr & Michael Wryght via Pinfall when Kelli Starr pinned Alexa Black @ 14:51

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.

The hard edge of Anberlin's "Little Tyrants" 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. 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. 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 and wipes her feet on the apron, stepping between the ropes and stretching out as she waits for the match to begin, Grant taking up a position ringside.

The opening guitar riffs of "Defector," by Muse shred the airwaves. Purple smoke lines the ramp as a pair of fountain sparklers flank the entryway.

"Free!"

Nathan steps out, planting his cane directly in front of his with both hands, a huge unnerving smile on his face.

"Yeah I'm free. From your inciting."

The Mystical Madman begins sauntering down the ramp, tipping his hat at the audience in appreciation.

"You can't brainwash me. You've got a problem."

He ascends the stairs, wiping his feet before stepping between the top and middle ropes. As he doffs his top hat with a flourish, an explosion sets off in a circle from each turnbuckle three times. Once the pyro dies down, he places his hat atop the ring post on his corner and removes his patchwork trench coat.
Jerry Andrews: What an odd match up tonight. Members of two warring factions with Gem in the middle.

Ace Anderson: This match is the second of two matches that will have us on route to name a new number ONE contender for the PCW World Championship!

Jerry Andrews: No pressure or anything.

Ace Anderson: No, none at all.

Triple Threat Match
Nathan Saniti vs. Gem vs.Grimm
Referee: Eric Russo

Russo steps forward to give his opening bit, Grimm staring at him with detached attention while Gem nods dutifully, Nathan just grinning that unnerving grin of his. Wrapping up his little spiel, the ref signals for the bell and steps out of the ring, the match underway!

Jerry Andrews: Here we go!

Gem dances backwards a few steps, getting herself out of immediate reach, Grimm rising to his feet and Nathan wasting NO time in surging forward to stonewall Grimm’s deliberate approach with a rough spear! The distance not being enough to bring Grimm down, it’s still enough to stagger the man, Nathan following it up with a good ole fashioned punch to the face! As Grimm recoils, Nathan spins in place and advances on Gem - who reacts by delivering a vicious heart kick! Nathan folds in on himself, a look of satisfaction on Gem’s face - but Nathan snaps back upright, that damned eerie grin back in place!

"Silly girl. You’re assuming something is THERE."

Even a finely trained assassin can be unnerved, and Gem is no exception. The fact that it lasts all of a second is credit to her grit and training, but it’s one second too long - Nathan grabs her by the back of the neck and slings her into the corner, Gem connecting the back of her head to the turnbuckle and dropping in a heap! A frantic Grant is immediately at her corner and shaking her shoulder! With Gem in dreamland, Grant at her side trying to wake her, Grimm and Nathan immediately turn on each other. A battle of heavy strikes ensues, Nathan’s characteristically offbeat style nowhere to be seen as he throws a few heavy punches and a knee into Grimm.

Ace Anderson: Bit on the hardball side for Nathan tonight.

Jerry Andrews: It’s just because it’s Grimm - looks like Nathan is really taking this Black Hand thing personally now.

Ace Anderson: What, like them having Dollface wasn’t enough reason?

Jerry Andrews: They STILL have her, and they are STILL all over PCW. I think that’s his main point of contention here tonight.

Grimm gives it as good as he gets it, being no stranger to either grudges or brawls. The two men fighting it out in the center of the ring, Grimm gets a quick jab in to the underside of Nathan’s chin, snapping his head back - just in time for Grimm to let drop the Sword of Heimdall! The spectacular headbutt connects, Nathan reeling and even Grimm needing a moment to shake the effects. Gem finally up and at ‘em, she takes the opportunity to climb the ropes, perching patiently and waiting for just the right moment...

Now!

As Grimm clears the cobwebs and moves in to capitalize on the discombobulated Nathan, he’s hit with a high angle dropkick! Gem crashes into Grimm, the force of her attack hammering the Lord of Misrule through the ropes and to ringside!

Jerry Andrews: Oh my god! No way!

Ace Anderson: Inertia - even smaller objects can be dangerous.

With Grimm struggling to rise at ringside, Gem climbs to a vertical base, using the ropes for support as she staggers towards Nathan. Grimm to a his feet now, he begins to move in on Gem - slow and with a hitch in his step as he favors one ankle - Nathan finally shaking off the effects of that last headbutt to turn around - but Gem leaps up to grab him around the neck! Her weight bowing Nathan’s back, her feet hit the canvas, taking all of a second to tighten her grip around Nathan’s neck before whipping him around and bringing him to the mat!

Jerry Andrews: What Dreams May Come! She got one off!

Ace Anderson: Nice to see. She doesn’t get to use that one too often.

Jerry Andrews: Great timing though!

Russo is immediately present to make the count.

...1!

...2!

...

...3!

Winner: Gem via Pinfall @ 19:22

Grimm halts in the closest thing anyone is likely to see of disbelief on his face, turning to make his slow way backstage. Nathan stirs on the mat as Russo helps Gem to her feet, raising her hand as the victor, Anberlin’s ”Little Tyrants” sounds out over the PCW loudspeakers to the sound of enormours cheers for Gem and indeed all three competitors of the match.

Jerry Andrews: What a match!

Ace Anderson: All three competitors put up a hell of a fight and now Gem will move on to face Eira for the right to challenge for the PCW World Heavyweight Championship!

Jerry Andrews: Oh man... that's going to be great! That's all the time we have for you tonight folks, good night!

*CLICK*

Eira defeats Tha Joka & Justin "Stormm" Michaels
Kincaid defeats Vincent James
The Sea Men & Judge defeat The Nobodies & Lunatic
Kelli Starr & "Mr. Showtime" Michael Wryght defeat Tyrone Smith & Alexa Black
Gem defeats Nathan Saniti & Grimm

Thanks again to everyone who made this show possible. The next card will be up soon.