Trauma 177 Results

[Rick Majors]

PCW Return to Glory - August 9th, 2015 Gem backpedals, desperately trying to get away from the move, Sadistic keeping the pressure on with gloating taunts “ARE YOU GONNA TAP OUT, LITTLE GIRL!? HUH!? ARE YOU READY TO TAP OUT!?” Gem’s body begins to tremble and lock, the nerve hold stabbing cruel lances of pain through her skull and down her body - but she manages to gather her last surge of strength to fire an absolutely BRUTAL punch to Sadistic’s temple! Both competitors go down, and - Jerry Andrews: LANTLAS!! LANTLAS ANDRUIL IS IN THE BUILDING! Ace Anderson: Ohhhh damn, son. Sure enough, the Elven Warrior himself makes an appearance! Striding down the ramp he effortlessly leaps up to the apron, Gem beginning to stir and he’s cheering her on! Eira is immediately on Lantlas, asking him to get off the apron, both Gem and Eira completely distracted. Sadistic manages to climb to his feet, the shrieks of the crowd unheard over the massive din of Lantlas’ surprise appearance! Lantlas jumps into the ring to defend his daughter, but Eira is again in his way! Hands outstretched in a clear “back off" stance, Eira’s yells are clear even to those who can’t hear her - she wants Lantlas out of the ring! Ignoring her, Lantlas takes an almighty swing towards Sadistic - the man who has harassed his daughter and sullied his beloved home arena of PCW - Jerry Andrews: Oh my GOD! Ace Anderson: Oh sweet Christ this is so bad. - and Sadistic ducks, Lantlas’ huge fist crashing into Eira! The arena goes perfectly, deathly silent as everyone absorbs the events of the last few seconds in absolute SHOCK. Sadistic and Gem take a run at one another, colliding in the center of the ring and collapsing in a crumpled mass of limbs - the Elven Warrior, Lantlas, the only one left standing in the ring. Eira gets to her feet, a heavy reddish purple mark on her cheek showing the promise of the incoming bruise. She glares up at the equally shocked Lantlas, then looks at both fallen competitors... her gaze shifting back to Lantlas and a dark smirk curving her lips as she slips out of the ring! Ace Anderson: What is she doing? Jerry Andrews: She’s refusing to call the match! They'll have to rule it a no contest! Lantlas takes off up the ramp, anger carved into his angular features. Both Gem and Sadistic get to their feet, only to find themselves without a referee! Both look up the ramp where Eira is walking away - with a furious Lantlas following her!

Tuesday August 25th, 2015

As Trauma comes on air, the PCW Faithful are - as always - on their feet cheering. Ace Anderson and Jerry Andrews are at ringside, awaiting what should certainly be a landmark episode of this program.

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm Jerry Andrews and I can't recall a PCW event that has ended with more questions that Return to Glory!

Ace Anderson: That's for sure. PCW Hall of Famer LANTLAS interfered in the main event, seemingly to defend his daughter, but then things got bad. Eira was stuck and simply walked out of the match, refusing to call it!

Jerry Andrews: Why did no other referees come out? And will Eira face any sort of discipline for her actions?

Ace Anderson: She's the new North American Champion, but who knows if that will last. I've heard that Frank Foley is not happy about Eira's actions.

Jerry Andrews: But the World Title match wasn't the only title match that ended in controversy! We still have no idea who the Underground Champion is!

Ace Anderson: But we're going to find that out tonight when Bubba Reece takes on Judge with, I guess, former champion High Tide as the referee!

Jerry Andrews: Also at Return to Glory, we welcomed back the Tag Team Titles and crowned brand new champions!

Ace Anderson: Congratulations to Nathan Saniti and Kelli Starr... but what does this mean for Dollface and The Black Hand?

Jerry Andrews: Hopefully we find out tonight in our main event where the tag team champions Psychedelica will team up with the number one contenders, The Late Night Express, to face the team of Grimm, Justin "Stormm" Michaels and Tha UnHoly Alliance.

Ace Andrews: IF Tha UnHoly Alliance shows up... I've heard rumors that they've threatened to boycott this show. Or at least Loco has...

Jerry Andrews: That could be bad news for their partners tonight, Grimm and Stormm who is now, apparently, aligned with The Black Hand.

Ace Andrews: Oh God... so much happened at Return to Glory!

Jerry Andrews: That's for sure! Well, we've been talking long enough! Now let's get to our first match!

"The following match is a tag team contest scheduled for one fall!"

The lights flicker and fade out as the pulsating beats of Dope Star Inc's "10000 Watts of Artificial Pleasure" pops on the PA system. Smoke fills the arena as a figure stands in the middle of it. All the sudden, Crazy Boy comes out of the smoke and pumps a fist in the air. He walks down the entryway and climbs the ropes of the ring. The music then changes.

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 by her side on the left is her
manager Orin Boyd and on her right her huge bodyguard Lashawnda Tyson.

Alexa shakes hands with Crazy Boy and the two wait for their opponents.

"Introducing first, representing the (un)Stable, the team of Alexa Black and Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith: CRAZY POWER!


Jerry Andrews: This team is definitely gunning for the tag team titles.

Ace Anderson: The nearly won the number one contender battle royal at Return to Glory and I don't think they'll stop there!

Sumo blares over the speakers as this mountain of a man steps through the curtain.

He walks slowly and methodically to the ring taking his time. He high fives the fans and soaks up the atmosphere in the arena.

"And their opponents, first, from Tokyo, Japan: Hiroshi Yukio!"

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

"Nobody's Real," by Powerman 5000 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; Electric blue unitard with a smiley on the front, lightning bolts down the sides, and yellow boots. 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.

"And, his tag team partner: Lunatic!"

Tag Team Match
Lunatic & Hiroshi Yukio vs. Crazy Power [Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith & Alexa Black]
Referee: Ty Little

The bell sounds and Yukio starts off against Alexa Black. The two meet in the center of the ring and Alexa shoves Hiroshi. The big man shoves her back, knocking her a step backwards. Hiroshi then charges at her, dropping her with a big shoulder block.

Jerry Andrews: The big man Hiroshi Yukio hitting some power moves to start this thing off.

Ace Anderson: But Alexa is back up!

Black returns to her feet. Yukio charges at her again. This time, she sidesteps it and hits him with a clothesline. He’s staggered, but doesn’t fall. Black charges at him, and he knocks her down to the mat with a big shove. Black gets back up and Yukio knocks him to the mat with a hard body tackle. He mounts Black and hits her with a series of forearms. Hiroshi gets up and drags Alexa Black back to her feet then tosses him into the turnbuckle. Yukio drills him with a shoulder block in the gut.

Jerry Andrews: Yukio all over Alexa Black here.

Hiroshi pulls Alexa out of the corner and she immediately hits him with a knee to the stomach. And another. And another. Finally he doubles over. She grabs him and drives him head first into the canvas with a DDT. Black then gets to her feet and delivers a leg drop.

Jerry Andrews: Oh what a leg drop. Right to the back of the neck and head of Yukio.

Alexa Black now tags in Crazy Boy who hits Hiroshi with an elbow drop before he can get to his feet.

Smith grabs the prone Yukio around the neck, after hammering him in the back of the head with a couple of elbows, and she begins to squeeze the life out of Hiroshi with a legal headlock. Hiroshi starts to battle out of the hold.

Jerry Andrews: Yukio fighting back here, Yukio fighting back!

Hiroshi struggles to one knee, pushes back into Crazy Boy and then scores with a big swinging side sam. Both men are down! Hiroshi gets to a knee and slowly makes it over to his corner. Crazy Boy does the same, looking for a tag to Black.

Ace Anderson: First person to the corner has the advantage Jerry.

Jerry Andrews: True enough, both competitors look like they need a tag. We know Yukio does, and he gets it!

Lunatic is tagged in, and he charges across the ring slamming his forearm into Crazy Boy! Lunatic now grabs Crazy Boy and he suplexes him down to the mat.

Ace Anderson: I still don’t know what to make of this Lunatic guy.

Jerry Andrews: I don’t think anyone does!

Lunatic pulls Crazy Boy up, but Smith scores with a chop to the back of Lunatic's left knee. Crazy Boy shoves Lunatic backwards and he falls flat on his back. Smith looks back towards Black. He then dives over to the corner and tags in Black!

Alexa runs into the ring just as Lunatic is getting to his feet. She hits him with a clothesline. She then pulls her up, but she shoves her backwards. He then grabs her in a ... hug?

Jerry Andrews: A bear hug now by Lunatic!

Ace Anderson: I think that’s just a hug Jerry....

Alexa breaks free and she shoves Lunatic away. She grabs him now... and he plants a kiss on her cheek!

Jerry Andrews: Okay, what is going on now?

Alexa Black angrily shoves Lunatic backwards. He stands there staring at her and she clotheslines him down to the mat. She then walks away and tags in Crazy Boy.

Ace Anderson: Alexa Black getting the hell out of the ring and can you blame her?

Lunatic gets to his feet as Crazy Boy enters. Lunatic kicks Smith in the gut and then scores with a snap powerslam. He then climbs to the top rope!

Jerry Andrews: Lunatic is going to fly! Elbow from the top rope!

Ace Anderson: He likes to take risks!

It connects! A cover:
1....
2....

Alexa Black breaks up the pin! Lunatic stands up and he smiles at her. While he does so, Crazy Boy manages to roll him up!
1.....
2.....
Kickout!

Ace Anderson: This Lunatic is....

Jerry Andrews: ... a lunatic?

Lunatic stands up and he tags in Hiroshi Yukio now, Yukio enters and Crazy Boy charges at him. Yukio slugs him down to the mat. He then picks him up and hits him with a belly-to-belly suplex. Yukio pulls Smith up again. Smith breaks free, hitting Yukio with a chinbreaker. He then dives to his corner and he tags in Alexa Black!

Jerry Andrews: Black in the ring!

Ace Anderson: And look, Lunatic is begging to be tagged back in!

Yukio looks at his opponent and sighs. He then tags in Lunatic who runs over to Black. Black immediately tags Crazy Boy back into the match!

Ace Anderson: Ridiculous!

Jerry Andrews: This is certainly odd.

Crazy Boy and Lunatic meet up in the center of the ring. Crazy Boy sets Lunatic up, but Lunatic breaks free. He then sets Crazy Boy up...

Jerry Andrews: Prozac Drop!!!

Lunatic with a cover:
1....
2....
3!

Jerry Andrews: A big win for Lunatic and Hiroshi Yukio!

Ace Anderson: Yeah, but what's going on between Lunatic and Alexa Black?

Jerry Andrews: I don't think anyone knows, including maybe Lunatic himself.

Winners: Lunatic and Hiroshi Yukio via pinfall; Lunatic pins Crazy Boy @ 8:27

Backstage PCW cameras find Judge in his locker room doing some stretches preparing for his match later. With him are Victor Creed talking on his cell and Othello Craven who is reading a newspaper.

Snapping the cell shut Victor shoves it into his pocket taking out his pipe and tobacco from the other, "Jury is close said he'd be here before you go out. Also the other thing has been taken care of signed it myself."

Judge gives Victor a high five, "Awesome! I'm fired up brother!"

Judge turns around to see the camera and he jogs up to the camera, "Hey awesome I was going to find you guys soon, got a message to deliver to my back woods dipped shit opponent. Bubba I know you are around so listen, put that goat down or your sister just whatever nasty shit your doing put it down and listen."

Judge puts his hands together as if to pray and closes his eyes, "Dear Lord I want to ask you for your blessing over this meal I'm about devour! I want the forgiveness of my heavenly father for the blood we'll spill tonight and hope that the fans don't choke on the river of carnage they are about to see. Lord I ask that you make us give it our all and that you protect your child of the incestry kind that was unfortunate enough to be named Bubba! God I ask this in the name of your son who died for our sins so that I may beat the ever loving shit out of this fool. Aman."

Opening his eyes Judge grins big, "Hope your ready Bubba, say a prayer for yourself because I am going to come out to hurt you tonight. Put you nice and pretty right beside your buddy."

With nothing else to say Judge shoves the camera out and slams the door.

The lights die.

The crowd silences.

A motorcycle revs its 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.

Ace Anderson: The triple threat Underground Match at Return to Glory was something else, ladies and gents. For those of you that missed it, I encourage you to catch the replay or stream it live on the PCW Network.

Jerry Andrews: Something else, indeed! In fact, Bubba and Judge left Return to Glory as co-owners of the Underground Championship. Or... neither of them are champion? I'm not quite sure. Only in professional wrestling...

Ace Anderson: I feel like the title is vacant.

Jerry Andrews: Is it? Nobody tells us anything around here.

The dueling banjos start up, signaling the arrival of the Ragin' Redneck to a warm reception from the fans. The Faithful are clearly in Bubba's corner for this one. Dancing a mountain jig in step with the music, the Lizard Gizzard native navigates his way down to the squared circle.

Ace Anderson: Reece is giving up five inches and over seventy pounds to his opponent, but I think he's got enough piss and vinegar to make up for it. This one won't be for the faint of heart. Viewer discretion is advised.

The lovable pirate and former Underground Champion, High Tide, is already in the center of the ring to give out a slang set of instructions. His referee's top is actually a white gothic pirate shirt with black stripes painted vertically. His trousers are rolled to the knee and on his feet he wears nothing. He looks like he'd be more at home marooned somewhere on a deserted island. With rum. His partner, Wasp, is stationed on the outside as special guest ring enforcer to oversee the festivities.

Singles Match for the Underground Championship
Judge {w/Jury} vs. Bubba Reece
Special Referee: High Tide
Ringside Enforcer: Wasp

Judge doesn't even wait for the bell, opting instead to barge across the ring and pummel his unsuspecting opponent into the corner. Right off the bat, he's using his size and strength to equalize his smaller foe. Wasting no time, Judge hurls Reece out of the corner with a T-Bone Suplex! The wind is driven from the North Carolina native, but he quickly scrambles to his feet. The Ragin' Redneck charges and runs right into the waiting arms of the 300 pound monster and a belly-to-belly suplex the jars the ring. Judge contemplates going for a cover but decides instead to inflict more punishment.

Yarding Bubba off the mat with a handful of beard, Judge goes for the Irish whip. Bubba reverses and whips Judge into the corner with a big impact before running back to the opposite corner. At full speed he sprints back towards Judge and dropkicks the large man in his gut! All the breath leaves Judge and he falls to his bottom. Bubba takes the moment to roll out of the ring and he gets down on all fours looking under the ring where he begins to toss things out: A rusty chair, a roll of barbed wire, a wooden board with nails, and finally...a weed eater!

Jerry Andrews: Does Bubba need to catch up on some yardwork?

Ace Anderson: Judge might need some help. I heard he had a bit of an issue with his lawn and some dog feces last week...

The crowd is ecstatic as Bubba holds the weapon above his head while laughing. He primes the gas, then pulls the string which automatically fires the machine up filling the arena with a constant buzzing noise as he revs it to max capacity. A sneaky Jury tries to sneak up on Bubba but is forced to back away when Bubba swings the weed eater towards him. Judge is now back on his feet and reaches over the ropes grabbing Bubba by the beard. Bubba counters by cracking Judge in the face with the motor, and as Judge stumbles backwards blood above his left brow begins to pour down his face.

Ace Anderson: Oh! And let there be blood! Now it's a true Underground match.

Bubba slides into the ring with the weed eater and uses it to make Judge retreat into the corner. Judge pleads for Bubba to stop but the crazy redneck cranks the machine up full blast catching Judge across the stomach! Blood and tissue flies everywhere and the crowd is mad with excitement as they begin to chant.

PCW Faithful: UN-DER-GROUND! UN-DER-GROUND!

Jerry Andrews: I'm sorry, but that's just gross! And think of all of the tattoo work that's been ruined!

Judge messes up by turning his back while holding his gut as Bubba takes the machine across his bare back! Not once, not twice, not thrice, but four times! The big man finally flees over the ropes and to the ground below, a puddle of blood quickly pooling under him.

CRACK!

An unsuspecting Bubba is dropped by a steel chair shot from the sneaky Jury! Jury drops the chair and grabs the weed eater tossing it out of the ring. He rolls out of the ring and helps a bleeding, wounded Judge to his feet before he, too, goes under the ring. When he returns, he has a big bag of something and two tiny light bulbs. He hands them to Judge who rolls slowly back into the ring where Bubba attacks him with a couple stomps to his head. Bubba drags Judge to his feet and the two men begin to duke it out all around the ring.

Jerry Andrews: This is absolute insanity! I'm legitimately worried that Judge might bleed out!

High Tide is demanding that Jury leave, but when Jury resurfaces he has a bat in hand. A quick swing and he cracks Tide over the head leaving him to slouch over the top rope. Jury reaches up and pulls him over. Wasp, the special enforcer, comes at Jury but a gut check doubles him over and Jury takes him out with a blow from the bat to the back of his kidney area.

Ace Anderson: Well, so much for the special guest referee. So much for the special enforcer. Judge and Jury have executed their plan to perfection and they're about to put a hurtin' on Bubba.

Jury enters the ring and, using the bat, he gets it under the chin of Bubba and begins to choke the man! Judge begins a one-two combo of fists on Bubba until they beat him down. As Jury watches Bubba, Judge grabs the bag from earlier and dumps the contents which are thumb tacks of different sizes all into one corner. He looks back over at Jury and tells him something which causes him to instantly start dragging Bubba to the corner.

Jerry Andrews: I don't like the looks of this. This has essentially become a two-on-one affair and I don't like Bubba's chances.

Judge bends over putting his head between Jury's legs and with amazing strength, he lifts Jury up on his shoulders. He begins to climb the turnbuckle until he reaches the top. Bubba is now back to his feet when he's grabbed by his hair by Judge who lifts him up to Jury. Jury perches Bubba on his shoulder in a powerbomb high above the ring and high above the thumb tacks ready to deliver their tag finisher.

Ace Anderson: The Hanging Tree! Directly onto those thumbtacks! That's one of the damnedest things I've ever seen!

All three men come crashing down and all the impact is on Bubba as his back collides with ring and thumbtacks! He slithers around in pain trying to not lay on his back which looks like a pin cushion with all those thumbtacks. Jury rolls out of the ring holding his shoulder as he attempts to shake High Tide awake. High Tide is still quite dazed from the blow to the head from the baseball bat as he struggles to his feet and staggers across the ring.

Jerry Andrews: Either he's still seeing stars from getting clocked in the head, or he had one too many swigs of rum before the match...

Judge has thrown an arm of the newly minted human pin cushion as a woozy Tide takes his time kneeling carefully on the mat amongst the dangerous little tacks. Clearing away a free spot to slap the mat, then, and ONLY then does he count the pinfall attempt.


One..........


Two..........


Thre..........kickout!!!


Bubba kicks out at two and a seven-eighths! Judge pounds the ring and stands up blood dripping out of his belly as he picks up one of the light bulbs which he busts over the turn buckle. He stands over Bubba and using the jagged edges begins to carve into Bubba's head! Blood drops begin to drip onto the canvas as the redneck screams out in pain. Bubba finally connects with a hard uppercut to Judge's jaw and the big man rolls off. Bubba is slow to his feet grabs the other light bulb. He grabs Judge's head, shoves the bulb into his mouth, steps back, and connects with a stiff kick to Judge's mouth, busting the bulb in the process!

Jerry Andrews: This is too much! I think I'm gonna [HURL]!!!

Judge spits glass and blood out of his mouth! The crowd is on their feet and the “UN-DER-GROUND!” chants start up again. As Jury jumps on the ring apron, Bubba quickly bounces off the ropes and comes at Jury with a dropkick that knocks him back out of the ring! Jury crashes unforgivinglu into the barrier separating the crowd and the ring. Taunting Jury, Bubba is caught again with a pair of chair blasts and he sinks to his knees! Judge stands over him winded and his mouth pouring blood, but he continues his attack by biting Bubba on the left side of his face! He stops and stands so he can spit a large glob of God-knows-what into the crowd!

Ace Anderson: I'm not sure how much of this we're being forced to edit for television, but judge just bit what looked to be a chunk out of Bubba's face.

Jerry Andrews: Sadistic might take exception to that bit of gimmick infringement. And I think that I'm once again going to [HURL]!

Judge bends over and picks Bubba up from behind. Once on his feet, Bubba just goes limp and slides out from Judge's grip. He rolls painfully across his back between Judge's massive legs and behind the big man. Positioned behind his opponent, Bubba plants his foot in Judge's rear, driving the biker headfirst into the pole in the corner! The thud was loud and Judge lays limply on the second turnbuckle.

Jerry Andrews: Bubba has taken an extreme amount of punishment here tonight, but he seems to be catching his second wind!

Wasp out of nowhere connects with a chair to Judge's head! Wasp then pulls Judge out of the ring while Bubba runs full sprint up the turnbuckle and torpedoes himself through the air with a Kamikaze dive into Wasp and Judge outside the ring! The crowd is going wild!

Ace Anderson: Both of these men have suffered wounds that will scar them for the rest of their lives, but they'll go through Hell and back to get their hands on that Underground gold!

The redneck and the biker are both in a world of hurt, but it is Judge up first and he drags Bubba to his feet and shoves him into the ring. Following him in, Judge jerks him up and whips him into the ropes. Grossly telegraphing a backdrop, he eats a boot on Bubba’s return. The kick to the face staggers Judge and Bubba lunges for the ropes. Jury pulls the top rope down causing Bubba to fall over and to the outside.

Ace Anderson: Bubba just took an express trip to the floor!

Jerry Andrews: Jury just drove a boot into his ribs and doesn’t seem worried about Wasp.

Ace Anderson: Wasp is half his size! I wouldn’t be worried either…

Wasp steps between Jury and Bubba, who is using the apron to assist himself in getting to his feet. While Wasp and Jury argue, Bubba makes it to his feet only to be driven face first into the ring apron by Judge, who had dipped out of the ring off camera. Bubba answers with an elbow to Judge's jaw before lunging at Jury and tagging him with a hard right to the jaw. Jury staggers back, caught off guard as he was arguing with Wasp, and Judge eats one now as well.

Jerry Andrews: Bubba is brawling with both of them!

High Tide yells from inside the ring for Wasp to gain some sort of control while Bubba takes Judge down with a double leg takedown. Jury tosses Wasp into the ring barrier as he advances on Bubba.

Ace Anderson: Bubba has no clue…

Jury lands a kick flush with the side of Bubba’s head, knocking him off of Judge and onto his side next to the ring. Jury drags Bubba to his feet and whips him into the ring barrier where he crashes into a heap next to Wasp who is regaining his footing.

Jerry Andrews: Things are breaking down.

Ace Anderson: It’s an Underground Title match, Jerry, anything goes!

Jury assists Judge in getting to his feet as High Tide heads to the outside now. He begins to read Jury the riot act when Judge lunges forward and drives his knee into the skull of Bubba, sandwiching it between his knee and the unforgiving steel of the barrier. Jury pie faces High Tide while Judge pulls Bubba to his feet. He drags Bubba over and rams him face first into the ring post before sending him into the ring. As he rolls in, High Tide follows suit while Jury and Wasp bicker on the outside.

Bubba is on his hands and knees as Judge stalks him, a smirk of confidence curling his lip. He taunts Bubba, who is crawling towards the ropes, goading him to get up and face him. Meanwhile, in the crowd, a man is shoving his way towards the ring barrier, sporting a black hoodie and wearing a black bandana over his face. So far, nobody in the ring, nor at ringside, has noticed the commotion.

Jury has had enough of the smaller Wasp and in a flash, clocks him with a flush right and drops Wasp like Subway dropped Jared. Judge takes a few running steps and drops an elbow onto the back of Bubba’s head, driving it into the mat. He bellows for Jury who rolls into the ring while he drags Bubba to his feet. High Tide tries to order Jury out of the ring but is ignored.

Ace Anderson: I think we’re taking another trip to the Hanging Tree!

Jerry Andrews: Who is that?! Did a fan just jump over the ring apron?

Ace Anderson: Security is slacking…

The man slides into the ring and takes Jury down to a knee with a chop block. Judge, who is holding Bubba up for a powerbomb, completes the move, slamming Bubba down onto the mat...hard. The attacker is stomping repeatedly on Jury who is scrambling to get away. Judge turns his attention to the attacker. He hits him from behind with a double axe handle before whipping him into the ropes. The attacker ducks a clothesline attempt and, on the rebound, takes Judge out with a stiff Steinerline. Jury uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet and is then taken over the top, by the attacker, with a Cactus Clothesline.

Jerry Andrews: Who is that?!

Bubba and Judge are both nearly to their feet while on the outside, Wasp and Jury are both almost on their feet. Once standing, Jury levels his gaze on the attacker who yanks the hood back and the bandana down.

Ace Anderson: Braddock?!

Jerry Andrews: He and Jury have unfinished business!

Jury's eyes bulge and the two men engage in a brawl. Wasp tries in vein to separate the two as they brawl over up the ramp. Having seen enough, and with Jury already headed up the ramp, High Tide makes the obvious call.

High Tide: You...aRRRRRRRgh...outta here!!!

This draws a smattering of laughter from the crowd as the newly returned Braddock disappears to the back engaged in a vicious brawl with Jury. Wasp follows behind hot on their trail. Alas, we're left with a bloody, beaten Bubba and a bloody, beaten Judge. And a jolly, refereeing High Tide.

Jerry Andrews: Finally, we've got a one-on-one contest. If only Frank were here, the odds would have been evened out a bit. I fear Judge and Jury dished out too much punishment for Reece to overcome.

Reece has taken a severe beating at the hands of Judge and Jury, but he's still somehow managing to stand. Judge is amused by Bubba's tenacity and he begins to pepper him with left jabs. Winding up, he swings for the fences with a wild haymaker...but Bubba ducks. Judge's momentum spins him a complete 360 and the Ragin' Redneck hefts him onto his shoulders on wobbly knees. Mustering his last bit of strength, he pumps two steps out before spiking Judge into the mat with a running Death Valley Driver!

Ace Anderson: Oh! Three hundred pounds right on top of Judge's head! That could do it!

High Tide slides into position in anticipation of a pin attempt, but Bubba rips off the tattered remains of his bloodstained wife beater and looks to the top rope. The fans begin to cheer as the redneck looks to put on the finishing touches. Climbing to the top rope, Reece gazes down at his fallen opponent and measures him before leaping off the top rope with his patented Shooting Star Press!

Jerry Andrews: Hillbilly Airlines! Nobody home!

Judge manages to roll out of the way and Bubba eats nothing but canvas! Judge is prompt to react and lock in a Full Nelson on his downed foe. Yanking him off the mat, he lifts him high into the air and plants him with a Full Nelson Slam! Folding Bubba up like an accordion, Judge quickly slides both feet up onto the second rope for extra leverage. Taking in all of this, Judge's underhanded tactics included, High Tide slides in for the count.

One...

Two...

Three!

Tide calls for the bell and slides out of the ring as the fans begin to boo. Judge rests on his knees and attempts to dig a piece of glass out of his gums while the Underground Championship is ushered in to him. Bubba rolls to the outside as Judge snags the title and raises it high above his head. The booing only intensifies.

Jerry Andrews: That was one helluva match! Alexa Black would be proud!

Ace Anderson: Questionable tactics be damned, congratulations to Judge on a hard fought victory.

Winner & NEW PCW Underground Champion: Judge via pinfall @ 21:12

As Trauma returns, we are welcomed by Shane Dodge.

Shane Dodge: Joining me at this time is one half of Tha UnHoly Alliance, “The Anarchist” Jason Willard.

Willard is seen flanking Shane’s left, his face etched with an overly serious demeanor, like a man with the weight of the world on his shoulders, and an abundance of thoughts on his mind. Out in the arena, chants of AN-AR-CHY break out, but don’t quite get The Anarchist’s attention.

Shane Dodge: Tonight you are scheduled to partner with The Black Hand’s Grimm and newest member, Justin “Stormm” Michaels, collectively known as "Revelation." Also scheduled to join, and conspicuous by his absence is your longtime friend and part—

Willard grabs Dodge by the wrist, his head snapping around in an offended rage. Shane noticeably looks nervous by the sudden burst of aggression.

Jason Willard: Partners? Is that what I have in this match? All I see are two enemies and a best friend who removed himself for personal reasons. I stand alone out there, part of a scheduled team of four, but with little use for my so-called “partners” as you so mention them as. I don’t fucking need Revelation and seriously question the “Alliance” in Tha UnHoly Alliance. Partners? I don’t need any God damn partners. All I need is to hear the bell ring, and then I’ll unleash the disturbances in my head, through my fists!

Willard relents on his hold, causing Shane to take a couple of steps back. He tries regaining his composure, as a producer sticks their head into the shot. A brief conversation is exchanged, one punctuated by the words “he’s here?” from Dodge with a surprised look on his face. The interviewer turns his focus back on the volatile Willard, approaching with caution.

Shane Dodge: I just received word that Johnny “Loco” Marquez just arrived to the building!

The crowd cheers as they are going to get to see Loco.

Jason Willard: Five of us are out for blood as it pertains to The Black Hand, only we aren’t…He what?!

Dodge repeats the news he was just given. Willard looks with silence. It’s almost as if he’s trying to absorb what he just heard, and keeps his mood swings in check at the same time. Willard shakes his head slowly, moving his tongue around his cheek before returning to what he was saying.

Jason Willard: The enemy of my enemy is my friend. (un)Stable is the enemy of The Black Hand. And The Black Hand is now my enemy. So…my friends are actually across the ring as my opponents tonight? I’m not bound by rules, an authority figure, championship quest, wins or losses. I simply don’t give a shit about outcomes. I’m fueled by my own lone agenda and convictions. I’m about to fuck up the party I was never invited to. I may go down swinging in this fight, but I’ll be taking some down with me. Stay gold, Ponyboy. I mean, Shane. Stay gold. If Loco has anything to say, he can say it without me standing here like a jackass.

Shane seems confused by the Outsiders reference, as Willard storms off the set. Shane turns to watch this and then is sent into a scared straight mode as he hears a shotgun click behind him, followed by the barrel at his back.

Distorted Voice: FREEZE MOTHERF*CKER!!!!

Shane begins to mumble feared words to himself.

Distorted Voice: DROP YOU COAT AND GRAB YOUR TOES….

Shane looks like he’s about to cry as he says “ohh my God”

Distorted Voice: I’M GOING TO SHOW YOU WHERE THE WILD GOOSE GOES!!!!

Shane starts to take off his blazer.

Distorted Voice: BABY, I’M GONNA BUTTER YOUR BREAD!!!!

The crowd is stunned with silence as they are witnessing this. A familiar laugh begins. Shane knows that laugh and stops. The laugh of Loco is one that can’t be mistaken.

Loco: AHAHAHAHA, SHUGA SHANE!!!! Do you not have voice distorters from where you come from? Relax vato, you can put your blazer back on, no one needs to see the underbelly of yours.

Shane puts back on his blazer and turns to see Loco, entering the screen with a shotgun in one hand and a voice distorter in the other. Loco places the distorter in one of the pockets of his trench coat.

Loco: I see Jase has that special gleam in his eye tonight that is good. By the look on your face Shane, you may be excused and take this gun with you.

Shane slowly accepts the gun and bolts out of there with no hesitation.

Loco: You see for a very long time, I have been a part of a sport that was for men. A sport that has many of things that can and will happen and one of those things is tonight. Tha UnHoly Alliance finds themselves on the wrong side of the road here. The Late Night Express and Nathan are the people that Loco would like to dance with. We will leave Trollface and the so-called Revelation to play with themselves. I didn’t want to take part in this crap due to the fact I was attacked by the other two Black Hand pussies that I have to team with. But I’ll be DAMNED!!!! If I’m going to leave my boy out there with no one to help fight them off. Grimm and Stormm, you wanna call yourselves the final chapter of The Bible, dealing with the beginning of the end. Hell that is fine with me, because it will be the beginning of the end of you two and just like Revelations, but there will be first an Exodus of The Black Hand and then that shall be followed by the Genesis of a day without the stain of your group’s existence. You have waked two sleeping giants, HE’S A LITTLE ANARCHY, AND I’M A WHOLE LOT OF LOCO AND THAT IS WHY WE ARE THE UNHOLY ALLIANCE!!!! A TODA MADRE, O UN DIS MADRE!!!!

Loco storms off the camera as the fans cheer TUHA once hearing an old line of Loco’s.

Back at ringside, 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.

Jerry Andrews: And here’s Gem back fresh back and looking good.

Ace Anderson: She looks determined and ready to go - I know it must have been a massive disappointment to have Eira walk out and leave that match without a winner, but...

Jerry Andrews: Well, a lot of people were unhappy with how that panned out. You’re right, though, Gem looks confident - and she should. She might not have won at Return to Glory, but Sadistic couldn’t beat her, either!

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! 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.

Ace Anderson: Grouping NCM with Gem was a strange move for the card, but we can’t argue it makes for an intriguing mix.

Jerry Andrews: That’s right, Ace. Both Rhodes and Gem have been staunch opponents of the Black Hand, it seems only right that two of the most powerful players go up against two of the dark organization’s members - and NCM right after pulling the belt off Kelli Starr!

Ace Anderson: Costing the Black Hand a strap of gold, and they made their feelings on that pretty clear through Grimm.

"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. 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.

Jerry Andrews: Already we’re seeing “WRYGHT FOR PRESIDENT” stickers everywhere, on T-shirts and signs, Showtime’s really got his branding on point.

Ace Anderson: Well he’s got a net worth in the millions if not billions at this point, it stands to reason that he’d have some kind of marketing machine in the wings to take care of all this. What do you think of his chances in the races, Jerry?

Jerry Andrews: It’s too early to tell yet, but if his PCW career is any indication I’d say he’s going to be a force to be reckoned with. Detractors are already trying to cite his recent loss to Eira as a point of contention, but I say if anything he should THANK her.

Ace Anderson: Thank her?

Jerry Andrews: With that belt gone, he can focus more on the presidential running - or focus on bigger and better titles!

Ace Anderson: Come on now, Jerry, everyone knows that in Pure Class Wrestling there’s no belt hierarchy.

Jerry Andrews: Sure there isn’t, Ace.

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

Jerry Andrews: I’d quip about “speak of the devil and he shall appear”, but we weren’t talking about him - yet.

Ace Anderson: While Sadistic held onto his World Champion title at Return to Glory on a technicality, it doesn’t negate all the successful defenses he’s had til now. It remains to be seen how he and Mikey will do paired up tonight - Showtime didn’t seem too happy with Sadistic’s calling of the North American match at Return to Glory!

Tag Team Match
Sadistic (World ©) & "Mr. Showtime" Michael Wryght vs. Non Compos Mentis (International ©) & Gem
Referee: Nigel Gale

Jerry Andrews: Looks like Gale is wrapping it up - the match is about to begin!

Sure enough Nigel Gale is finishing his instructions, NCM hopping into the ring while the other team deliberates, Showtime brushing off Sadistic and moving to the ropes. The bell goes, and NCM charges forward, Showtime wasting no time in entering the ring with a heavy haymaker at the ready, NCM’s charge stopped short. Staggering back, he glares across the ring at an unimpressed Wryght, surging forward with a huge right hand leveled straight at Showtime! Ducking under the first swing, Wryght is forced to dodge another, and another, Mikey backed towards the corner with NCM continuing to unload in his direction with surprisingly quick strikes.

Jerry Andrews: Big moves here from NCM!

Several strikes and an opportunistic DDT later, NCM goes in to press the advantage but Showtime kicks up from the mat, a boot firing straight into NCM’s gut and doubling the larger man over! Showtime rolls quickly to his feet, another lock up in the center of the ring with NCM taking several punishing shots to the ribs before he shoves Showtime bodily away in a show of brute force, taking a few steps back towards the ropes to give some breathing room while Gem’s hollers for a tag-in seem to go unheard.

Jerry Andrews: Is NCM ignoring Gem?

Ace Anderson: I don’t THINK so? You gotta remember, none of these guys are usually tag competitors, unless you want to count Billy-boy’s tenure as one of the Dillinger Brothers.

Figuring it’s better to ask forgiveness than permission, a fed up Gem gives up on getting a voluntary tag and slaps NCM on the bicep as she bounces up over the top rope and streaks into the fray! NCM grudgingly steps back through the ropes as Showtime regains his proper bearings and moves towards his corner, Sadistic reaching out for a surprisingly smooth tag as fresh meat enters the ring. The combatants waste no time with formalities, tying it up in the center of the ring. Sadistic is first to break, tagging Gem’s sides with a few quick jabs and forcing her to react with a block, Gem’s usual laser like focus and precision letting her grab the protecting limb and dragging Sadistic forward into an armbar! Getting straight down to business, Gem swings Sadistic roughly around, Irish Whipping him into the ropes and catching him with a clothesline to slam Sadistic back first to the mat!

Jerry Andrews: Nice move!

Ace Anderson: Gem is on fire right now!

Reaching down with both hands and hauling upwards, Gem pulls Sadistic up by his hair and gets ready to lay in a punch to the face - which Sadistic lurches into, delivering a spectacular headbutt! Blood comes pouring forth as Gem goes crashing down back towards the corner, NCM catching his staggering partner’s arm and dragging her through the ropes to the floor while lunging through and going straight for Sadistic! No fool, Sadistic again makes a beeline out of the ring, tagging Showtime back into the action as Sadistic himself stands with his arms crossed, one finger ticking a “no no no” at NCM.

Jerry Andrews: And Sadistic is out quickly and now Showtime is in!

Ace Anderson: These two have been after one another ever since The Icemann Invitational Tournament!

The two men in the ring once again begin exchanging punches, more slowly than earlier in the match but with no less force or determination. Gem shouts at NCM from the apron to let her back into the match for her own pound of flesh while she tries to shrug off Grant/Nacho’s efforts to wipe the blood off her face. As Showtime blocks a punch from NCM, he takes control of the slug fest to lay in with a series of open hand strikes! NCM delivers several strong hits to Showtime’s chest, backing him towards a corner while Sadistic crows about “needing gravy 'cause chops being served”! A round of punishing strikes later and Showtime lets loose with a nasty knee strike to the gut, NCM doubled over in pain as Showtime throws him towards the corner! As Showtime advances, Sadistic moves around the ring outside, reaching in to make a tag and enter the ring!

Ace Anderson: Sadistic is in the ring now!

Gem shakes free from Grant/Nacho, slipping under the bottom rope and giving a sharp tag-shove to the center of NCM’s chest - whirling to face her nemesis. A tense moment between the two ends when Sadistic throws his head back and laughs, foul spittle flying from his mouth. Gem goes tearing forwards, hitting him with The Shine! Sadistic goes down hard, Gem perching herself astride his chest and raining mounted punches down on his face! His arms snap up to grab her - but she’s gone! She’s already across the ring and up the ropes, balancing on a turnbuckle - Sadistic rolling out under the bottom rope and slapping Showtime on the leg to make him the legal man. Showtime, still shmoozing with the fans, enters the ring unprepared to find Gem launching herself through the air, lights flashing through the crowd, and hammering him with the meanest flying dropkick PCW has seen in years!

Jerry Andrews: Boom!

Both competitors go down in a heap, Showtime taking a bit longer to clear the cobwebs than Gem, who is almost instantly tying up with him like a spider monkey with a grudge and total lack of concern for human life. Using all the leverage her lower center of gravity affords her, Gem wraps Showtime up tight, blood-streaked face fierce as her sharp shout carries across the ring - demanding Gale make the count!

...1!

...2!

...3!

Winners: NCM & Gem via Pinfall; Gem pins Showtime @ 15:32

Jerry Andrews: A big victory for NCM and Gem!

Ace Anderson: Great match! We'll be right back with more!

As Trauma returns, all the competitors for our main event are in the ring... but no one is really happy about it. The Unholy Alliance is in the ring, but Grimm and Stormm are standing on the floor, rather than the apron. The two teams are angrily trading insults with one another. On the other side of the ring, the champions and the number one contenders wait for the bell.

Jerry Andrews: Things are certainly tense between Revelation and The Unholy Alliance.

Ace Anderson: I wouldn't say that things are incredibly friendly on the other side either. We've got the tag champs teaming up with the number one contenders!

Jerry Andrews: Very true!

Eight Person Tag Team Match
Revelation [Justin "Stormm" Michaels & Grimm] and Tha UnHoly Alliance ["The Anarchist" Jason Willard & Johnny "Loco" Marquez] vs. Psychedelica ["Dollface" Kelli Starr & Nathan Saniti] (Tag Team ©) and The Late Night Express [Nacho Grande & Derek Cosmos]
Referee: Eric Russo

The match begins with Loco squaring off against Derek Cosmos. The two lock up. Loco shoves Cosmos. They lock up again. This time Cosmos gets the upperhand and he hits Loco with a knee to the stomach. Loco strikes before Cosmos can get back to his feet with a soccer style kick to Cosmos’ ribs which sends him down to the mat.

Ace Anderson: This is starting off pretty intense!

Jerry Andrews: That's exactly what we expected!

Cosmos gets to his feet and they lock up for a third time. Cosmos, in the blink of an eye, drives his elbow into Loco's head, causing him to back peddle and gives Cosmos enough time to land a dropkick to put Loco on his back. Cosmos gets to to his feet and he delivers a leg drop. Loco rolls out of the way. Derek Cosmos and Loco both make it to their feet at about the same time and both tag in their partners.

Jerry Andrews: Tags all around!

Ace Anderson: Notice that they both tagged in their partners, not the other team....

Both men charge at each other and, at the last second, Nacho dropkicks the left knee out from under Willard, sending him shoulder first into the mat while clutching his knee.

Jerry Andrews: Nice move!

Nacho pounces on the downed Willard, stomping away at him before tagging Cosmos back into the match. Cosmos drives a couple of forearm shots to the shoulders of Willard before Loco makes the save with a clothesline. Loco then dumps Cosmos outside and follows him out, leaving Nacho and a Willard alone in the ring. Nacho has Willard back into a corner and delivers a quick series of forearm blasts to the jaw of Willard before sending him to the opposite corner. The referee pulls Nacho out as he isn't the legal man. Cosmos is back up on the apron now, having escaped the attacks of Loco. The referee demands Cosmos get back in the ring.

Jerry Andrews: Eric Russo trying to take control of this match.

Ace Anderson: Good for him!

Cosmos re-enters the ring, but he immediately tags Nacho back in. Nacho charges in with a full head of steam and leaps into the air, going for a splash, but Willard moves at the last second, leaving Nacho to crash into the mat.

Jerry Andrews: NOBODY HOME!

Willard walks over to his corner now to tag in Loco, but Stormm forcefully tags his way in. The two glare at one another but finally switch places reluctantly. This situation allows Nacho the chance to tag in Nathan Saniti. The two fresh competitors meet in the ring.

Jerry Andrews: Justin Michaels inserting himself in this match.

Ace Anderson: Well, I guess technically he is a part of the match.

Jerry Andrews: Yeah, but nobody wants the Black Hand here.

Ace Anderson: Does anybody want them anywhere?

Saniti now tackles Stormm down, unloading on Michaels with a series of strikes before the referee breaks it up. Stormm is a little slow getting to his feet as Saniti gets to his. Saniti swings with a punch, but Stormm blocks it. Stormm scoop slams Saniti to the mat before dragging him, across the mat, the short distance to his corner where he tags in Grimm. Grimm springs onto the top rope before taking flight and connecting with a leg drop across Saniti’s throat. He quickly makes a pin attempt but only gains a two count.

Jerry Andrews: Maybe if he would have hooked his leg he may have got the pin.

Grimm whips Saniti into the ropes and receives a kick in the face for telegraphing a backdrop, which stands him upright while holding his face. Saniti charges in and in one fluid motion; grabs Grimm in a waistlock and connects with a spinning belly-to-belly, leaving both men on their backs, winded.

Jerry Andrews: What impact!

Ace Anderson: Big move by Saniti!

Saniti drapes an arm over Grimm but only gets a two count, causing both men to begin to climb to their feet. Grimm is on his feet first and measures up Saniti. Grimm charges in for a spear only to have Saniti side step it. Grimm turns to take a spinning heel kick to the jaw, sending him to the mat, while Saniti staggers to his corner and makes the tag.

Jerry Andrews: Kelli Starr is in.

Grimm looks at Starr and smiles. He then looks over to Stormm. He then looks at the entrance way.

Jerry Andrews: Oh no....

Sadistic and Michael Wryght have made their way down to ringside. Meanwhile, Grimm looks at Starr, laughs, and then slaps her across the face!

Jerry Andrews: My God!

This causes Nathan Saniti to come running into the ring! He tackles Grimm and starts swinging wildly at him. Stormm comes in to even things up, but this sends Nacho and Cosmos in as well! Willard and Loco wait on the apron, laughing.

Ace Andrews: All hell is breaking loose!

Jerry Andrews: And Tha Unholy Alliance is loving it!

Finally the referee gets things under control and we're back to Grimm and Starr. Dollface leaps up and she hits Grimm with a dropkick that staggers him. He turns to his corner to tag in Stormm, but Loco pulls Stormm off the apron!

Jerry Andrews: Oh man!

Tha Unholy Alliance grab Stormm and they throw him into the steel stairs! Grimm tries to leave the ring to help, but Dollface attacks him from behind! Sadistic and Showtime try to interject themselves into the brawl at ringside, but the referee threatens to disqualify the team if they do. In the meantime, Dollface tags in Saniti and the two unload on Grimm in the corner. Saniti then pulls Grimm up and he Irish whips him off the ropes. Grimm dodges an attack from Saniti and he hits him with a big clothesline!

Jerry Andrews: Grimm is still in this!

At ringside, Stormm is back up on his feet on the apron and he tries to attack Loco but, not Grimm tags him in!

Ace Anderson: Ha ha! I kind of love this!

Stormm enters the ring and him and Saniti start exchanging shots. Meanwhile, Sadistic and Wryght are taunting The Unholy Alliance. Loco and Willard drop down off of the apron and get into a shouting match with the three Black Hand members at ringside.

Ace Anderson: Loco and Willard had better watch out.... they're outnumbered outside the ring.

Jerry Andrews: Wait just a minute! Crazy Boy and Alexa Black are here!

Ace Anderson: Well, maybe the odds are evening up!

Alexa Black tackles Sadistic at ringside. Michael Wryght quickly grabs her and pulls her off, but he's met with a big clothesline by Crazy Boy! Crazy Boy pulls him up, but Sadistic is up and he drops Crazy Boy with an elbow to the back! Alexa attacks Sadistic now and the two start trading blows.

Jerry Andrews: This is chaos!

Ace Anderson: Well, we kind of expected chaos, didn't we?

Grimm, Loco and Willard are all off of the apron, still engaged in a war of words at ringside. Inside the ring, Stormm drops Saniti with a right hand. He looks to his corner to make a tag, but no one is there! Grimm finally leaps up on the apron, but not before Saniti rolls Stormm up from behind:
1....
2.....
3!!!

Jerry Andrews: Nathan Saniti got him!

Winners: Psychedelica ["Dollface" Kelli Starr & Nathan Saniti] (Tag Team ©) and The Late Night Express [Nacho Grande & Derek Cosmos] via pinfall; Saniti pins Stormm @ 19:02

The bell sounds, but that doesn't stop the chaos. Grimm charges into the ring to attack Saniti, but Nacho, Cosmos and Starr are all over him! Stormm and Grimm are outnumbered inside the ring! On the outside, Crazy Boy, Alexa Black, Loco and Willard have the same odds up on Sadistic and Showtime.

Jerry Andrews: Finally - FINALLY - the Black Hand is outnumbered here tonight!

Ace Anderson: I love it!

The battle is still raging when PCW security guards come running down to ringside. The crowd boos.

Jerry Andrews: Here comes the cavalry!

Frank Foley is out as well, yelling for the brawl to stop. Security is trying desperately to break things up.

Jerry Andrews: This is insane! Folks, we have to take a commercial break but DO NOT turn this show away. We WILL be back and we'll keep the cameras rolling during the break so that you don't miss a minute of what happens here.

As the show comes back from commercial, Frank Foley is in the ring. Thankfully, most of the chaos from earlier has calmed down. The members of the (un)Stable have left the scene, as has The UnHoly Alliance, Kelli Starr, Derek Cosmos and Nacho Grande. Sadistic, Grimm, Stormm and Showtime of the Black Hand continue to argue with security, irate at the ending of the last match.

Jerry Andrews: During the break, security finally restored some sense of order out here.

Ace Anderson: Yeah, but the Black Hand is not happy at all.

Jerry Andrews: This hasn't been a really good night for them...

Ace Anderson: Forgive me for not being overly concerned with their feelings.

Frank Foley looks down at Sadistic, who is attempting to charge the ring, security holding him back.

Frank Foley: It's okay, it's okay. Let him stay. He'll want to hear this.

Security stops trying to take Sadistic away and he calms down briefly, allowing Foley to speak.

Frank Foley: Now, as you know, the PCW World Title match at Return to Glory didn't end the way any of us wanted it to. Unfortunately, I can't change the outcome of that match. Eira disappointed me with her actions that night. In fact, she disappointed all of the PCW Faithful when she walked out of the ring and refused to do her job.

The crowd boos.

Jerry Andrews: Now, I don't claim to speak for the crowd, but I doubt they're booing Eira. It feels to me like the're booing Foley's comments.

Ace Anderson: I don't blame Eira one bit for her actions at Return to Glory. Her job was to referee a match, not to take abuse from Lantlas. If Foley had been paying attention, he would have sent a second referee out to continue the match after Eira was attacked.

Jerry Andrews: I agree with you there. Why did no second referee come out?

Frank Foley: In light of her actions, I have suspended Eira for the time being. That is why she was not on tonight's show. After tonight, I will be reviewing her situation and her status as PCW North American Champion.

Ace Anderson: Oh come on!

The crowd boos even more.

Frank Foley: It may not be a popular decision, but it is a fair one. My job is to act in the interest of fairness and....

The boos are even louder now, drowning out Foley as he speaks.

Jerry Andrews: I think Foley is a little confused about his idea of fairness...

Frank Foley: Now please. Please. I have more to say.

Foley waits a moment for the crowd to quiet down.

Frank Foley: In addition, and also in the interest of fairness, I am going to name a new number one contender for the PCW World Championship, someone who will face the World Champion at Deadly Intentions and someone who is not Gem and who is certainly not Eira.

The crowd begins booing even more. At ringside, Sadistic has broken free from security and he's in the ring. Security is about to chase after him, but Foley calls them off. Things take a moment or two to calm down, but then Sadistic is handed a microphone at his request.

Ace Anderson: Why is he getting a chance to speak?

Jerry Andrews: Fairness?

Sadistic: Great work yet again, Foley. I have no interest in facing Gem or Eira in any sort of match up ever again. I've proved my worth against them and I know you'll do a great job picking a new number one contender. Who's it going to be?

Frank Foley: Well....

Sadistic cuts Foley off.

Sadistic: Buck Brochamp? Johnny Appleseed? Texas Tim? I know you'll make the right choice.

Sadistic smiles as the crowd boos even more.

Frank Foley: Well....

Sadistic cuts Foley off again.

Sadistic: Though, ultimately, it doesn't really matter. I've shown the world how dominant I am in this ring and we have shown the world that the Black Hand definitely runs things around here.

Sadistic points to his Black Hand brothers at ringside and smiles.

Sadistic: The Black Hand...

This time it is Foley who cuts Sadistic off.

Frank Foley: You didn't let me finish.

Sadistic looks at Foley with rage. Foley stares right back at him, with a look that seems to show that he's had enough of Sadistic's attitude here tonight.

Frank Foley: I said that you won't be facing Gem or Eira at Deadly Intentions. However, that doesn't mean you won't be facing them at all.

Sadistic: Don't do anything foolish that you will regret, Foley.

Frank Foley: Eira has been suspended, for tonight. However, on the next episode of Trauma, for the PCW World Championship, you will go one-on-one with Eira... in a match where she will choose the stipulation!

The crowd explodes.

Ace Anderson: Now that's more like it!

Sadistic is livid. He looks like he's about to jump at Foley. Then, after a moment, he composes himself and smiles once again.

Sadistic: Now Frank, I understand what you're trying to do here, but you don't want to get into any trouble with The Black Hand, do you?

Foley seems especially offended by that comment. He then continues to speak.

Frank Foley: And then...

The crowd cheers.

Frank Foley: And then, I was thinking that your war with Gem deserves one final match where there must be a winner. And we're going to do it on the following episode of Trauma - inside of a steel cage!

The crowd explodes once again.

Jerry Andrews: Oh my God! Those are two absolutely huge matches!

Ace Anderson: I think Sadistic's attitude struck a nerve with Foley here tonight!

Jerry Andrews: Sadistic's in for a rough couple of shows, that's for sure!

Sadistic charges at Foley now, who steps back. Security is suddenly in the ring. They grab Sadistic, trying desperately to keep him away from Frank Foley. Grimm, Stormm and Showtime jump into the ring and...

- CLICK -

Overview

Lunatic & Hiroshi Yukio d. Alexa Black & Tyrone Smith
Judge d. Bubba Reece for the Underground Crown
Non Compos Mentis & Gem d. Sadistic & Michael Wryght
Kelli Starr, Nathan Saniti, Derek Cosmos, & Nacho Grande d. Grimm, Stormm, Loco, & Willard