Post by Rick Majors on Nov 19, 2015 21:47:29 GMT -5
Trauma starts abruptly, with a shot of Justin "Stormm" Michaels walking into the office of suspended PCW President Frank Foley.
Jerry Andrews: Ummm.... Stormm knows that Foley isn't here, right?
Ace Anderson: I hope so!
Stormm enters the office and shuts the door behind him as the official Trauma opening begins.
Tuesday November 17th, 2015
Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to PCW Trauma! I'm Jerry Andrews and, boy, the crowd is hot here tonight!
Ace Anderson: Can you blame them!? What a show we have for you this evening! And, to top it all off, match TWO of the North American Championship series! NCM is up one-nothing. Can Justin Kaard even things up or will he be pushed to the brink of elimination!?
Jerry Andrews: We're starting out with a tag team match tonight, folks, and there's enough hatred and bad blood in this one to fill a barn.
Ace Anderson: A barn?
"Sumo" by Jim Johnston starts over the speakers and the big man is immediately met with a warm and respectful reception from the crowd. Hiroshi Yukio, a giant of a man, emerges from the back and humbly slaps fives with the fans along the entrance way. Climbing the steps and stepping over the top rope, the sumo throws salt into the crowd as part of his purification ritual before turning to face the entrance ramp.
Ace Anderson: It's guys like Hiroshi that make me glad I'm retired, Jerry.
Jerry Andrews: Look at the size of those legs. Look at the size of those trunks! There's a Toyota out there somewhere missing its seat covers.
"Black Widow" by In This Moment roars over the speakers and the crowd's cheers suddenly turn to boos as the sick and twisted Alexa Black shuffles out the back with a deranged grin on her face. It's no secret: The PCW Faithful hate this woman. Judging by the verbal tirade she unleashes upon a young boy at ringside, the majority of which having to be bleeped out, it's safe to bet that the feeling is mutual. Snatching a "Showtime for President" sign from an adolescent male at ringside, she shows it to the camera before spitting on it and tearing it into bits.
Jerry Andrews: And this is Alexa in a good mood. Go figure.
Ace Anderson: You've gotta wonder if Crazy Boy's got revenge on the brain after what Alexa did to him on the last episode of Trauma. She humiliated him and turned her back on the (un)Stable.
Alexa enters the ring and sizes up her robust tag team partner. The lights begin to flicker and eventually fade as the hypnotic beat of "10000 Watts of Artificial Pleasure" by Dope Star Inc. pulses over the PA system. The Faithful begin cheering the fan favorite mainstay as smoke fills the entrance area and a figure solidifies within the haze. Suddenly, Crazy Boy bursts from the cloud of smoke and pumps his fist in the air before heading down the ramp. The typically upbeat Smith's attention is firmly locked onto Alexa Black.
Jerry Andrews: That's quite the unsettling look in Crazy Boy's eyes. He looks like he'd gladly disembowel her if given the opportunity.
Crazy Boy pulls up once he reaches the ring and awaits the arrival of his partner. The drums and the banjos of "I'm Gonna Put You Down" by Gangstagrass play over the loud speakers as a solemn Bubba Reece brushes past the curtain and makes his way down the ramp, his attention focused on the giant sumo wrestler standing in the corner. He wears a black leather glove wrapped in barbed wire on his right hand as he joins Tyrone at the ring apron. Nigel Gale warns that since this is not an Underground match, he'll be forced to remove the glove before participating in the match. Reluctantly, he obliges.
Jerry Andrews: No love lost between Yukio and Bubba Reece. They've got a short, yet violent, history with one another and they're not finished yet. Not by a long shot.
Nigel Gale covers the rules with both teams, but the look in his eyes says that he fully expects all hell to break loose sooner rather than later. Alexa and Bubba Reece start things off, but there are no collar and elbow tie ups, headlocks, or go behinds here, folks. Alexa and Bubba start things off by coming nose to nose. Bubba laughs, Alexa smirks, and in a flash, both competitors are throwing rights and lefts in the center of the ring. Crazy Boy stands on the apron with an eager intensity, dripping with fury and a desire to get his hands on the Black Widow. As soon as Bubba starts to get the best of Alexa she drives a knee into his abdomen before depositing him into the corner to work him over.
Ace Anderson: No testing the waters here, fans. No pacing at all. These wrestlers are fixtures in PCW's Underground and only high impact, highly damaging moves will do.
True to form, Alexa has started rocking Bubba with some walloping right hands to the side of the dome. The hillbilly shrugs off the blows before striking with a headbutt that staggers Alexa, giving the Wizard from Lizard Gizzard the opening he needs to tackle Alexa to the mat and batter her senseless with a barrage of mounted punches. Tyrone yells from his corner for a tag and eventually grabs Bubba's attention. Alexa crawls to her corner as Bubba tags in Crazy Boy. Smith rushes across the ring to get to Alexa, but he's too late and she's already tagged out to Hiroshi.
Jerry Andrews: Oh! So close! You can almost feel how badly Tyrone wants to get his hands on Alexa.
Yukio steps over the top rope, but Crazy Boy doesn't allow him to fully enter the ring, opting instead to pummel him while he still straddles the top strand. Grabbing the top rope with both hands, Crazy Boy attempts to jerk up on it to crotch Hiroshi...but the sumo's weight is so great that he can't get any purchase. Portions of the crowd get a chuckle out of the failed offense, but Crazy Boy recalculates the situation, runs up the nearest turnbuckle, and springboards off with a missile dropkick! TIMBER! Hiroshi begins to teeter to and fro, threatening to fall into the ring...then to the outside. The fans in the first row begin to scatter to avoid death by SMASH...but thankfully, Yukio tumbles into the ring. Crazy Boy is all over him, but the giant Yokozuna brushes him away like a gnat as he rolls to his hands and knees.
Jerry Andrews: Crazy Boy is quicker than a hiccup, and he's relentlessly using his speed on the larger and slower Hiroshi Yukio.
Ace Anderson: Yeah, but how effective is he?
As if to answer Ace, Crazy Boy his the ropes and connects with a stiff dropkick to the side of Yukio's head, knocking him back down to the mat. Having already accomplished the arduous task of getting the big sumo to the mat, Crazy Boy expertly keeps the Japanese grappler grounded with a plethora of strikes, splashes, and dropkicks, wearing out the giant in the process. Alexa seethes with fury on the ring apron. Looking to press the advantage, Crazy Boy tags Bubba back into the match in an attempt to wipe out Yukio. Pulling Hiroshi up by his Chonomage, Tyrone and Bubba set the sumo up for a double suplex! The fans come to their feet in anticipation.
Jerry Andrews: ...what in the hell are they doing? Are they trying to collapse the ring?
Giving it the good old college try, they lift with all their might...but aren't able to budge the big man. Letting out a fierce scream, Yukio counters by vertical suplexing both Crazy Boy and Bubba simultaneously! The fans applaud the mighty feat as Smith rolls to the outside. Finally able to regain his vertical base, Hiroshi begins laying in with some heavy artillery on Ragin' Redneck.
Ace Anderson: You couldn't even begin to imagine what kind of force one of those clubbing blows from Hiroshi carries. A single blow from the sumo would break a normal man's back.
Hiroshi hits a massive leg drop on Bubba and makes the cover. Somehow, Bubba barely slips the shoulder up before three. With Bubba sufficiently weakened and Hiroshi ready for a breather, the sumo tags in his partner so that she might have her fun. Upon entering the ring and gazing at her downed foe with glee, she tilts her head back and lets out a blood curdling scream. Right on cue, the Faithful boo. Gutwrenching Bubba up off the mat in a show of impressive strength, she muscles the redneck up into the air and plants him with a sitout powerbomb. Nigel slides into position for the pinfall but is only able to make a two-count.
Jerry Andrews: This aren't looking good for the man from Lizard Gizzard, Ace. Alexa and Hiroshi have taken over this match in a big way and Reece desperately needs to make the tag to Crazy Boy.
Again, Crazy Boy is almost salivating with anticipation for the tag, is arm outstretched as far as he can reach. Having a little fun, Alexa Black backs away from Bubba...and turns in an instant to open-handed slap Crazy Boy across the face with such force that Crazy Boy's head is snapped around. Infuriated, Crazy Boy attempts to charge into the ring...but Nigel is there to hold him at bay. Alexa taunts him mercilessly, only further infuriating the Crazy One. Unfortunately for Alexa, she turns right into a waiting and recovered Bubba Reece spinebuster!
Ace Anderson: Bubba is back in business!
Jerry Andrews: He still needs to tag out, but I think his adrenaline is getting the best of him.
Ace Anderson: Crazy Boy is on the apron screaming for a tag, but these fans are going nuts and I don't think Bubba hears him.
Jerry Andrews: Crazy Boy desperately wants to get his hands on Alexa!
Ace Anderson: Can you blame him!?
Bubba hits the ropes for a springboard elbow drop, and as he does so Crazy Boy reaches for a tag...and misses. Bubba connects with the elbow and goes for the cover, but only gets a two-count. Rather than make the tag, Bubba attempts to finish off Alexa with the Hillbilly Airlines from the top rope. Crazy Boy is beside himself with frustration as Bubba takes flight with his shooting star press...and misses!
Ace Anderson: Nobody home! And what is Crazy Boy doing?
Jerry Andrews: Leaving. He's had enough of standing on the ring apron. If Bubba wants to go it alone, Crazy Boy is going to let him.
Ace Anderson: I don't think Bubba necessarily wanted to go at it alone!
The uncharacteristic behavior from Tyrone draws the confused ire of the fans as Alexa uses the opportunity to tag Yukio back into the match. Spiking Bubba in the corner with a pumphandle piledriver, Alexa makes way for Hiroshi. The sumo drags his prey into position before mounting the second turnbuckle. Looking out into the crowd, Hiroshi lets out a war cry before leaping off the ropes backwards and landing in a seated position on Bubba's chest, turning him into a human pancake. Doing the honorary thing, Yukio tags Alexa back in to that she can claim the victory. Driving her forearm violently across Bubba's face, she hooks the leg. Nigel is in position to make the three-count before signaling for the bell.
Bubba Reece slowly stands up and he looks up the ramp as Crazy Boy is leaving the ringside arena. Reece is not happy. Alexa Black, on the other hand, winks at Crazy Boy and smiles as he makes his way back through the curtain.
Jerry Andrews: She's even scary when she's happy, isn't she Ace?
Ace Anderson: Wait... THAT'S happy!?
As we return, we're back at Foley's empty office. Well, it should be empty, but Justin Michaels is sitting in their opposite from Foley's desk.
Jerry Andrews: Is he... waiting for Frank Foley?
Ace Anderson: Stormm! Foley's not coming! He's suspended!
Elsewhere backstage, the cameras find Kelli Starr alone in her brightest attire skipping stopping once or twice to ask if anyone had seen Nathan Saniti. They didn't know. But when she stopped again the man was PCW security he gave her a message,
Security: "I haven't seen him but someone told me to tell you if I saw you, that you were wanted in the storage area."
Curiosity getting the better of the candy coated super girl, she skipped off to where PCW kept extra seats, light bulbs, pyrotechnics, and so on and so forth. The room is dark when she gets closer, but the closer she gets, she hears music playing and sees dim, flickering lights. Poking her head in, she recognizes the tune. It's a cover of Black Sabbath's 'Fairies Wear Boots' but slower and sweeter. The room is arranged with candles, the musicians, and one single spotlight centered in the room. Kelli slowly entered when the voice spoke it was deep and smooth,
Mystery Man: "Ah my sweetest at last! I've been watching you for quite some time. Such a gorgeous, impressive creature."
She searches for the voice, but suddenly she is grabbed, the big stranger that holding her begins to dance with her. He is wearing a black suit, white tie, and a white mask with black holes for eyes that were hidden. Fright grips Kelli as she attempts to process what's going on.
Mystery Man: "Do not be alarmed."
He chuckles as he twirls her. Multi-colored lights emblazon the room, seemingly dancing with them.
Mystery Man: "I must inquire why you stand behind the wizard man? You dance with no rhythm when with him, cleaning up messes you have no business cleaning."
He lets her g,o spinning as the beat picks up, only to be hoisted into the air by another man wearing a white suit, black tie, and black mask. This man's voice was raspy but soft.
Mystery Man 2: "If you looked further you'd see you have a better chance of a happier life alone or,"
He sits her back down, locking her arm in his, the previous man taking the other.
Mystery Man 1: "With us."
Kelli struggles but they lift her up together, tossing her in the air! As she comes back down, the lights go out. Then just as quickly, the lights are back on and Kelli finds herself alone, surrounded by roses and candy. Candy and roses everywhere! In her hand, a note, but before she can read it N. Saniti jerks it from her hand.
N. Saniti: "So the plot thickens! I've been looking for you everywhere! However, it seems someone else has gained your attention."
Enraged, N. Saniti holds his hands out eyeing all the roses and candy. Kelli silently protests, wordlessly declaring her innocence. He opens the note reading out loud:
N. Saniti crumbles the note, tossing it away. As it flies just out of Kelli's grasp, it bursts into flames, leaving nothing but memories. N. Saniti sneers his disapproval.
N. Saniti: Same time and place? Then she shan't be alone.
Back at ringside, find PCW newcomer Desmond Knight already in the ring jawing with a few choice members of the PCW Faithful.
Ace Anderson: Word has it that Mr. Knight here was the personal prize fighter of Queen Elizabeth at one point. He was a feared and respected fixture of the underground fighting circuit, not to be confused with PCW's Underground.
Jerry Andrews: Well...he certainly looks the part. He's certainly put together and looks like he's tougher than a two dollar steak.
Ace Anderson: Word going around the back is that Grimm is already irritated with this guy. The Lord of Misrule views him as yet another generic, loud-mouthed, Johnny-come-lately looking to take PCW by storm, not to be confused with Justin Stormm.
Jerry Andrews: Can you blame Grimm? How many of these guys has he Harvested? More than we can count, that's for sure. But maybe Desmond Knight will be the exception to the rule.
The fans, already waiting in anticipation, let out a roar before falling in line with the alternating stomps and claps as "God's Gonna Cut You Down" by Johnny Cash hums over the loud speakers. The lights slowly dim to pitch black as all eyes are on the stage. The Brothers and Sisters stomp and clap in unison, but Phinehas Grimm is nowhere to be seen. Not at the top of the ramp, at least.
Ace Anderson: What's going on?
Desmond moves to the ropes closest to the entrance ramp to greet his opponent, but the Hangtown Horror is absent. When the lighting slowly resumes, the volume in the bleachers rises. There, standing calmly behind Knight, is the Crimson Demon himself, beard hanging mightily and wet red hair slicked back.
Realizing that something is amiss, or perhaps having eyes in the back of his head, Knight quickly turns and charges Grimm with a clothesline! Grimm easily ducks the advance. As Knight faces Grimm, the Black Hand member boots him in the stomach before sizing him up and connecting with a nasty Sword of Heimdall headbutt! Knight is staggered and Grimm uses the opportunity to hit the ropes and catch the rookie on the rebound with the Lament Configuration sleeping neckbreaker.
Jerry Andrews: Oi. Things aren't looking too good for the Destroyer of Worlds.
Ace Anderson: Fe fi fo fum, Grimm's smells the blood of...fresh meat.
Desmond Knight's brain is rattled as he slowly struggles to stand, his body involuntarily leaning towards the left. His equilibrium is a bit off at the moment. Grimm waits patiently, is arms spread wide like a trap ready to spring on its prey. Knight unwittingly turns into the waiting arms of the Lord of Misrule and in a split second Grimm has his foe trapped in a standing arm triangle choke.
Jerry Andrews: The Winding Stair! Grimm's got it locked in tight and I fear the end is near for poor Desmond Knight.
Knight puts up a brief fight as his free arm flails around wildly, but Grimm's arms constrict like an anaconda and it's only a matter of seconds before the newcomer's body goes limp. Eric Russo quickly calls for the bell and Knight drops to the mat as unceremoniously as Rhonda Rousey taking a kick to the face.
Ace Anderson: That didn't take long. Then again, I didn't expect it to.
Grimm slowly walks back to the entrance way where Sadistic and Michael Wryght are waiting. The three nod at one another and walk backstage.
Jerry Andrews: Well, much like on the last Trauma, it appears that Grimm and Sadistic remain on the same page.
Ace Anderson: Now if only they could go collect Storm....
Suddenly, Trauma isinterruptedhijacked, by loud static that interferes with the commentators headset. The lights in the arena begin to flicker rapidly. On the tron is the famous color bars test pattern. The faithful are unsure of what to make of this, but they are talking. Suddenly the arena lights cut off. As does the live feed moments later.
The feed resumes no more than ten seconds later, but broadcasting instead is a tourism video for the city of Anaheim, California. It's your standard fluff piece that highlights what the Orange County locale has to offer. What is also spliced into this is quick flashes of anarchist propaganda. The last image is that of Sleeping Beauty's castle located in the heart of Disneyland, with the message: The Happiest Place on Earth!
The film stock dissolves and everything back inside the arena returns to normal.
Well almost.
The announce table is shown broken into pieces. The body of PCW interviewer Shane Dodge lays motionless amongst the debris. Positioned next to his head is a "GREETINGS FROM ANAHEIM" postcard. These same cards begin to fall from the catwalk above, filtering into the crowd like leaflets. On the reverse side is the message:
"We aren't coming in peace. We're coming to leave everything in pieces. With love, J & D."
As we return, the cameras are once again outside Foley's office. Suddenly, Grimm, Michael Wryght and Sadistic appear. They knock on the door despite the fact that it is wide open.
"Come in!" says a voice that is obvious Justin Michaels.
The three Black Hand members walk in and the camera follows them.
Stormm: Welcome!
Sadistic: Nice digs, but what's going on?
Stormm: Well, remember last Trauma how I was pinned by Jury despite not being the legal man?
Grimm nods.
Stormm: I do too. So you can imagine how upset I was when I saw that I was booked against the Saints again this week. I mean, who's booking this show?
There's silence in the room.
Stormm: No, seriously, with Foley gone, who's actually booking this show?
Sadistic: A chimp?
Showtime: Maybe a baby? It's probably a baby.
Stormm: I guess it doesn't really matter. What does matter is that I'm not going to stand for it. I won't stand for it. Sorry guys, but this is a matter of principle. I'm staying in Foley's office until someone representing the company, Foley or whoever is in charge next, explains that travesty of justice to me.
There's a brief pause.
Grimm: We understand and we're with you.
Grimm, Showtime and Sadistic stick out their black gloved hands. Stormm fist bumps them with his own gloved hand. The three then leave the room while Stormm remains seated.
Ace Anderson: So... he's just not going to compete tonight?
Jerry Andrews: I guess not. I mean, technically he has a point....
Ace Anderson: And his partners are just cool with that?
Jerry Andrews: It looks like it.
Ace Anderson: I'm suspicious. The Black Hand looks all unified but between the upcoming Grimm/Sadistic match and this Stormm thing, I don't see how they can be.
Jerry Andrews: Well, they ARE brothers.
"Welcome to the Jungle" breaks the silence as Jule "The Wasp" Martins steps through the curtain. He's received with a mixed reaction from the crowd, some cheering him because he's the lesser of the two evils on his side of the ring. Either way, the older veteran soaks up the atmosphere as he makes his way into the ring. Wasp scales the second turnbuckle in each corner to show off his Underground crown.
Ace Anderson: Looks like Wasp is ready for this match.
Jerry Andrews: Indeed he is, and here comes his partner.
Alestorm's "You Are a Pirate" blazes over the P.A. system, stirring the peanut gallery into a frenzy of jeers as High Tide stumbles into view. With very little lighting and effects that simulate lightning, High Tide (in a pirate outfit) walks down the ramp slightly crouched over, as if he was sitting. He holds a large pirate flag in one hand, and in the other he is imitating steering a ship. He does this until he gets to the ring where he motions dropping and anchor and proceeds to hop on to the turnbuckle and dive headfirst over the ropes, rolling into a standing position. Then he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and pulls out a spyglass, looking around at the audience. He mimics loading a cannon and as he motions firing it, he jumps off the turnbuckle into the ring (to imitate recoil) as fireworks shoot from all four turnbuckles. Wasp and Tide meet in the center of the ring, eyes fixated on the ramp, as the await their opponents.
"Hero," by the Pegboard Nerds switches the audience's disposition to delight as flashing lights of pink and purple sparkle up and down the ramp. Out pops the Candy Girl herself, "Dollface" Kelli Starr, her bright locks flipping to and fro as she dubsteps he way down the ramp.
Jerry Andrews: Well, Kelli sure knows how to brighten a place, doesn't she?
Ace Anderson: Seriously? How can you NOT love this woman?
Jerry Andrews: She does tend to curse a lot.
Ace Anderson: Profanity is the sprinkles on the cupcake of language. Get with the program, killjoy. Speaking of which...
Powerman 5000's "Supervillain" crackles through the speakers as lime green smoke bellows over the runway. N. Saniti explodes through the curtain, his usually colorful garb replaced by a long, black floor length trench coat, black slacks with white pin stripes, black boots, a white lace shirt and matching pinstriped vest. His new music does nothing to dampen his dour disposition. Nor does the PCW Faithful's reaction to him. They jeer his every deliberate step as he strolls down to the ring, allowing friend and foe alike to guess at the intentions hidden behind his unhinged smile and devious glare.
Ace Anderson: Wow. I know opposites attract, but I just don't -get- our tag champs.
Jerry Andrews: Love does strange things to people.
Ace Anderson: This guy changes entrance songs like I change my underwear.
Jerry Andrews: From the smell, I'm guessing you're not exaggerating.
Ace Anderson: I hate you and everyone who looks like you. Just so you know.
Ed Lane allows each side to choose their starters. Nathan glowers at High Tide, a curious tilt to his head, as they circle while the ref calls for the bell. Tide goes in to tie up with N. Saniti, but he has other plans, driving a knee deep into the pirate's solar plexus. Saniti wastes no time, slinging the buccaneer shoulder first into the post between the second and top ropes. Yanking Tide back out, the Mystical Madman repeats the process, taking utter delight in his opponent's torment. Tide wilts to the mat, clasping his shoulder.
Jerry Andrews: An extremely aggressive N. Saniti tonight.
Ace Anderson: He's probably still steamed about what happened earlier tonight.
Saniti goes to gather his victim, but Tide thumbs him in the eye. The swashbuckler uses this time to beat a hasty retreat to his corner for the tag. Wasp hops over the top rope, ducking just under a wide swinging fist from his opponent. Martins answers with a kick to the side of the magician's noggin. Saniti staggers away to the neutral corner, but Wasp makes a beeline for him, flogging him with punches and kicks. Before the ref calls for the break, Wasp whips Saniti to the opposite corner, following closely to hit him squarely in the back with a knee.
Saniti crumbles as Wasp climbs the ropes, coming down with a double axe handle on the soft spot he made on his foe. Saniti hits all fours, slowly attempting to make it to his corner. Jule has other ideas, dragging Saniti by his left foot to the center of the ring. Wasp crosses Saniti's legs, stepping through in a modified STF, arching his back and cupping his hands under the magic man's chin. Saniti yelps in pain as the fans drink in his agony by cheering the elder wrestler on. Determination crosses his face, clinching it tighter. Saniti musters some strength, managing to pull himself closer and closer to the ropes until he finally gets his fingers around the bottom rope.
Lane calls for the hold to be broken, much to the fans' chagrin. Wasp springs to his feet, not allowing Saniti to get his own pins under him before yanking him back to their corner. Tide tags in, vengeance in his eyes. Wasp holds Saniti in place as the pirate ascends to the top rope, hovering over a prone magician. Hopping into the air, Tide spins and twirls, landing a beautifully executed moonsault across his midsection. Tide pulls Saniti to his feet, a sneer of vindication on his face as he headbutts his rival. Once. Twice. Thrice. Tide slings Saniti to the lone corner hard. N. Saniti stumbles out only to be met with a vicious hurricanrana. Tide begins pummeling the madman.
Finally, Saniti bucks him off and rolls out of the ring for a breather. His gentlemanly demeanor is nowhere to be seen as he screams at the top of his lungs, kicking the top tier of the steps halfway across the apron.
Jerry Andrews: Looks like N. Saniti is losing his cool.
Saniti steps over to his corner, collecting his cane and a few hat pins while Lane counts him out. One! Two! Kelli steps off of the apron, pleading with N. Saniti to give up the instruments. Three! The madman tries to side-step his beloved, deadly intent in his eyes. Four! Kelli admonishes him, a stern finger pointed directly at his face. Five! Slowly, N. Saniti turns his head to Dollface, his lips pursed in frustration. Six! He releases another blood curdling shot, slamming the items to the floor as he finally rolls back into the ring. Tide charges in, testing the soles of his boots across Saniti's body. The buccaneer collects his prey, pulling him to a vertical base, but now the magician delivers a bit of payback with a thumb of his own.
N. Saniti grabs his enemy by the mop of hair, slamming his face down onto a waiting knee. Wrenching him full staff, Saniti plugs Tide's face into the top turnbuckle once. Enjoying his opponent's groggy reaction, he smashes Tide down again. And again. Each time becoming more brutal. Finally, Saniti drags Tide across the top rope face first to his corner. Finally, the colorful Dollface can come in for some action! She shimmies up the turnbuckles. Before exiting, Saniti whips Tide across the ring, catching him in a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker as Dollface flips off the top with a 360 splash across Tide's belly. The power move doesn't come without consequences, as Kelli clutches her stomach as well from the impact. Undaunted, she scrambles for the cover.
One!
Two!
NO! Tide gets his shoulder up by a hair's breadth. The Candy Girl kips up to her feet, laying the boots to the pirate's midsection. Suddenly, techno music drums to the beat of her feet. Five seconds of relentlessly using her foe as a doormat, she leaps at the second rope, back flipping and landing with both knees in Tide's chest.
Jerry Andrews: Kelli just Dropped the Bass!
Ace Anderson: She's going for another cover!
One!
Two!
Wasp breaks up the fall! Lane admonishes Martins, driving him under severe protest back out of the ring. While the ref's back is turned, Saniti sneaks into the ring with a hatpin in hand. He goes to drive the weapon home, but Kelli stops him! N. Saniti's face scrunches in wild-eyed anger. Kelli begins screaming at him, her index finger accentuating the point she's drilling home as she shoos Saniti from the ring. Begrudgingly, he reluctantly departs. Kelli bends down to collect the fallen buccaneer, but he suddenly rolls her up into a small package! The zebra falls into position for the count.
One!
Two!
A very surprised Kelli manages to kick out before the decision. The force of her escape was enough to propel Tide to his corner to tag in a fresh and frustrated Wasp. Jule delivers knife-edge chops to the ample chest of the colorful Kelli, forcing her into a neutral corner. He gives the audience a few more things to "WOOOOOO" about before he hip tosses Kelli into the center of the ring. The mercenary zones in on his bounty, cinching Kelli's back against his chest. Dropping backward, yet not relinquishing his grip, Wasp delivers three rather nasty looking German suplexes.
Ace Anderson: Hive guard!
Nearly lifeless, Wasp allows Kelli to whither to the mat, following close behind for a cover. Lane only manages a two count before the Candy Girl finds the strength to barely get a shoulder up. Wasp yanks a handful of colorful locks, tugging Kelli to his corner.
Jerry Andrews: The Sea Men showing some teamwork. Tide's going to the Crow's Nest!
Martins hits a sidewalk slam as Tide flies free for a frog splash.
Ace Anderson: Man Overboard!
The devastating impact move takes its toll on its mark, Tide clinching the leg for a pin attempt.
One!
Two!
N. Saniti breaks up the pin, getting a few good stomps in before Lane begins trying to regain control. Martins charges the ring, but Saniti pulls the ref into the path of the merciless merc. Lane eats the top turnbuckle, sans ketchup or consciousness. Wasp looks shocked at what had accidentally occurred, but as he tries to revive the ref, Saniti returns to his corner, retrieving his cane, plowing the field of strawberry blonde acreage on the back of Wasp's head. Using the ropes for leverage, Saniti stomps Martins, forcing him out of the ring.
Ace Anderson: Uh oh. No ref, and N. Saniti is on the loose? This won't end well.
Jerry Andrews: I can't look. ... But I will.
Saniti stalks over to High Tide, driving several sadistic boots onto every available joint on Tide's body. His bloodlust still unsated, Saniti pulls the pugilistic pirate to his feet long enough to spin him around. Unreality Check! The ref begins to stir, so N. Saniti acts quickly, piling a barely awake Kelli over the buccaneer. Saniti makes haste to exit the ring as a woozy Lane begins a very slow count.
One!
Wasp starts to slide into the ring, but Saniti intercepts, pulling him out unceremoniously.
Two!
Wasp and Saniti exchange fisticuffs, a menacing glare in the eyes of the Mystical Madman and the Great White North alike.
Three!
Lane calls for the bell. Saniti produces a pin, driving it into Wasp's neck.
Ace Anderson: Psychedelica pulls this one off!
Jerry Andrews: The fans aren't happy about the way they got the win, either.
N. Saniti slides into the ring, scooping Kelli to her feet as she shakes free the cobwebs. He raises her hand with his to a chorus of rafter-shaking jeers. Saniti smiles proudly nonetheless.
"The Memory Remains," by Metallica suddenly stops short the tag champs celebration, much to the appreciation of the peanut gallery. The Saints emerge from back stage, both men crossing their arms in front of them. Saniti and a still frazzled Kelli glare up the ramp at their future adversaries, the tension thick in the air. N. Saniti gathers a fistful of his favorite weapons, stepping between the ropes and beelining it for Judge and Jury.
Kelli promptly intervenes, knowing that Saniti's current state of mind could get one or both of them injured in his quest for blood. She scoots him away from their unflinching blockade, his eyes never once leaving the Saints. After a few refrains of music and tension thick enough to cut, the Saints relent, heading cautiously to the back, leaving a seething Saniti foaming at the mouth for a confrontation.
Jerry Andrews: Well folks, we're back and, before the break, you saw a confrontation between the tag champs, Psychedelica, and the number one contenders the Saints. Well, it didn't end there. This is what happened during the commercial as the Sea Men were leaving the ring.
We cut to footage recorded during the commercial break. Saniti and Starr have left the ringside area and Wasp and Tide are on their way out of the ring as well when suddenly the WHOLE section of Saints bikers rush over the barricades!
High Tide and Wasp who are left back to back in the center of the ring. The Saints surround the whole ring and line both sides of the ramps when, 'The Saints Come Marching In', blasts over the pa system. Then from the back comes The Saints Judge and Jury re-emerge, the crowd cranking up the boo factors, but Judge just grins a big wolf like grin.
At the bottom of the ramp he demands a microphone as Jury rolls into the ring and the music dies away.
"I look around and you know what I see," Judge began pacing up the steps, "Night in and night out all I see is heathens! The damned! The lost! Those I speak of are YOU!" Judge points all around the arena bringing on a thunder of disapproval, "What makes it worse is you cheer now for the Hand! Where is love for the warriors of God?!"
They booed harder this time and chants began, "FALSE PROPHET!"
"Blinded by sin," he shook his head, "Sadly most of you will die in sin for I can do nothing for any of you but plant the seeds. However," Judge turns his attention to Wasp and High Tide, "You two, Tide and Wasp, I can baptize you with fire!"
He snaps his fingers and some of the bikers rush the ring, Tide and Wasp hold their own for a few but when Jury and Judge join in they are quickly taken down! Tide is picked up by Jury and is dropped with his move The Sickest Kill II! He tosses Tide over the top rope.
Judge has his men hold Wasp down on his knees, he fought but they held him tighter. Judge now has the Underground title in hand stroking the front, "My crown," he whispered in the microphone, "And you took it from me!"
Judge strikes Wasp in the face, followed by a kick to his stomach, and tells his men to stand him up which he levels Wasp with the title!
Judge drops the title and steps over Wasp, "I've not forgot and neither should you that I'm lurking around the corner! I'm still owed a shot buddy! God bless."
Judge grabs Wasp up and quickly hits "Judges Call"! The PCW faithful are in a roar of boos as 'Something Different' by Godsmack plays and the entire mass of the Saints exit.
We then cut from the pre-recorded footage to a live shot of Kassandra Black standing outside Foley's - or perhaps, more accurately, Justin Michaels' - office. She knocks on the door and then enters as Stomm gets to his feet.
Kassandra Black: Justin, you've said that you're protesting last week's result by not participating in your scheduled match tonight, is that true?
Stormm: Why, yes, it is.
Kassandra Black: And your Black Hand teammates? They're okay with that?
Stormm: The Black Hand always hopes to see the right thing done and the strong prevail, so they understand and support me 100%.
Kassandra Black: Well, I guess that's all I needed to know. Thanks!
Stormm: Thank you.
As Trauma returns, all of the competitors in the next match are already in the ring. Well, except for Justin Michaels.
Jerry Andrews: Stormm is sitting this one out due to a protest folks, so it looks like we're going to get a three-on-two contest here.
The match begins with Eira facing off against Showtime.
Ace Anderson: It's nice to see Eira back in the ring and.... woah!
Eira suddenly clocks the unsuspecting Showtime right in the face! She then tackles him down to the mat, unloading on him with right and left hands!
Ace Anderson: That's not how you treat the next President of the United States!
Jerry Andrews: Well, Showtime is at least partially responsible for Eira being on the shelf for a little while!
Ace Anderson: I guess that's true, but it wasn't really on purpose.
Jerry Andrews: I don't think Eira cares.
Jerry Andrews is right. Eira continues to unload on Showtime until referee Manny Cruz is forced to break up the battle. He pulls Eira off. Michael Wryght takes this opportunity to get back to his feet so that, when Cruz releases Eira, he's ready to go, grabbing her and hitting a belly-to-belly suplex.
Jerry Andrews: What a move.
Eira hits the mat hard. Showtime pulls her up, only to hit her with a brainbuster and he covers her immediately.
Ace Anderson: That can't be good for Eira's head injury!
Jerry Andrews: But somehow she kicks out at two!
Showtime pulls Eira up. He Irish whips her off of the ropes. She ducks a clothesline and comes back with a flying forearm, connecting right with Showtime's face. He falls to the mat. She hits him with a few stomps before tagging in Jury. Jury enters the ring just as Wryght is standing up. Jury swings, but Showtime dodges. He then hits his opponent with an elbow to the head. Showtime now grabs Jury and takes him down with a snap suplex. He then tags in Sadistic.
Ace Anderson: The PCW World Champion is in now!
The two lock up and Sadistic sends Jury down with a shove. Jury is back up, and Sadistic swings at it. It misses and Jury drops him with a clothesline!
Jerry Andrews: Big move there to knock the champ down!
Ace Anderson: These guys aren't number one contenders for nothing!
Sadistic gets to his feet. Jury and Sadistic with another collar elbow tie up. Sadistic with a scoop slam on Jury. Jury gets to his feet as Sadistic with a right knocking Jury into the ropes.As Jury comes off the ropes, Sadistic grabs Jury and hits a spine buster. Sadistic to his feet as he hits the ropes and drops an elbow on Jury. Sadistic pulls Jury up with him to his feet. Sadistic grabs Jury and hits a snap suplex taking him to the mat. Sadistic gets to his feet as Jury gets to his feet slower.
Sadistic comes in at Jury. Jury with a drop toe hold on Sadistic as his neck hits the bottom rope. Jury rolls Sadistic up, but Sadistic kicks out before the referee could even gets down to count. Jury and Sadistic get to their feet. Jury with a left and a right and then picks him up and drops him on his knee and flipping him to the mat. Jury gets to his feet as he drops a leg drop on Sadistic.
Jury now tags in Judge.
Judge helps Sadistic to his feet to send him into the ropes. Judge bends down but Sadistic runs past him. Judge turns around as Sadistic catches him with a forearm smash off the other set of ropes. Sadistic on his knees as Judge rolls off his back to his stomach as they both start getting up. Sadistic and Judge gets back to their feet as they begin slugging it out. Sadistic puts a knee to the sternum of Judge, and then grabs his head and hits a swinging neck breaker. Sadistic goes for the cover: 1...2…
Jerry Andrews: Kickout by Judge!
Judge is slowly to his feet as Sadistic gets to his feet. Sadistic and Judge lock up again. Judge sends Sadistic into the corner. Judge runs and nails a closeline on Sadistic as he comes walking out of the corner. Judge climbs the second rope as Sadistic turns around. Judge with a front drop kick knocking Sadistic back across the ring. Judge is up again to his feet as he walks over to Sadistic and grabs Sadistic’s head. Sadistic with a resistance on getting up as Judge finally gets to his feet as Judge goes for a move, Sadistic picks him up and shoulder slams him to the mat as Sadistic rolls off Judge as Judge is holding is stomach.
Jerry Andrews: Wow, Sadistic with a big move to stop Judge’s momentum.
Ace Anderson: That's why he's the world champion!
Sadistic gets back to his feet as he grabs the legs of Judge and spreads them as he stomps on the sternum of Judge. Sadistic then drops an elbow on the left leg of Judge as he wrenches it. The referee asks Judge if he gives up, but declines. Judge kicks Sadistic off him as he slowly gets to his feet.
Judge manages to tag Jury back into the match.
Sadistic catches Jury with a close line as he enters the ring. Sadistic grabs Jury and pulls him up as he grabs him and hits a fall away slam.
Jerry Andrews: Sadistic is certainly impressive in this match.
Sadistic now tags in Michael Wryght. Wryght enters the ring, but Jury drops him with a big right hand. He then hits an elbow drop. Jury throws Wryght into the corner. He charges at him, but Showtime dodges out of the way! However, Jury tags in Eira! Eira comes into the ring on fire, unloading on Showtime! He's staggered and he backs up into the corner, tagging in Sadistic.
Eira either doesn't notice or she doesn't care and she continues to unload on Wryght. Sadistic enters the ring and puts a stop to her attack, hitting her in the spine with a big elbow. He then drops her with a backbreaker. Sadistic drops an elbow, but Eira rolls out of the way. She then tags in Judge! Judge is in and him and Sadistic start trading shots! Judge drops him with a right hand! He goes for a cover... but Michael Wryght breaks it up! This sends Eira back in the ring!
Jerry Andrews: Oh man, this is falling apart!
Eira and Showtime battle over the ropes and onto the outside! They hit the floor but get right back up and continue unloading on one another! Inside the ring, Judge throws Sadistic into the Saints's corner. He tags in Jury and the two men start unloading on the World Champion before the referee breaks it up.
Ace Anderson: Sadistic is all alone now and he's being brutalized by the Saints!
The referee breaks up the double team, but the damage has been done. Sadistic is down on the mat. Jury goes for a cover:
1....
2.....
Somehow Michael Wryght slides into the ring and breaks up the cover right before three! Eira charges in after him and now all five competitors are in the ring!
Ace Anderson: This is out of control!
Jerry Andrews: Wait... here comes Grimm!
Grimm has made his way down to the ring! Manny Cruz is busy with Showtime and Eira and he doesn't see the number one contender enter the ring! Judge does however and he attacks Grimm! Sadistic hits Judge from behind, stopping the assault. Jury grabs Sadistic. Grimm swings at him, but Jury dodges it and Grimm clocks Sadistic right in the side of the head!
Jerry Andrews: Grimm just slugged Sadistic!
Ace Anderson: It was an accident!
Jerry Andrews: It still happened!
Eira and Showtime are outside of the ring again, battling it out! Judge charges at Grimm with a clothesline and the two fall over the top ropes and now they're on the outside as well! Jury covers Sadistic!
1...
2....
3!!!
Jerry Andrews: It's over!
Ace Anderson: Jury just pinned the world champion!
Jerry Andrews: Yeah, thanks to a big mistake by Grimm!
Winners: Eira, Judge & Jury [Jury pins Sadistic]
Eira and Showtime continue to battle it out, eventually disappearing over the security rail and into the crowd. The Saints raise their arms in the air and leave the ringside area in victory. Sadistic is left in the ring. Grimm slowly gets up and he joins him there. Grimm helps Sadistic up, but Sadistic shoves him away!
Jerry Andrews: Woah!
Grimm shoots back a look of anger. Sadistic takes an aggressive step towards him. Grimm does not back down. The two brothers stand face-to-face.
Ace Anderson: Fireworks could explode here folks!
Suddenly, Justin Michaels comes sprinting down to the ring! He gets in between Sadistic and Grimm, backing them up. He then walks over and says a few words to Sadistic. He does the same to Grimm. Both men nod. Stormm sticks out his black gloved hand. Sadistic bumps it. So does Grimm. The three men nod and then walk back up the ramp together.
Jerry Andrews: Well, I guess Stormm temporarily suspended his protest to play peacekeeper.
Ace Anderson: And it looked like it worked.
(Open scene: Wind blows gracefully in an average American park. The camera focuses in on red bench with concrete sides that sits adjacent to a winding sidewalk. Multicolored leaves rustle and float off into the breeze.)
(Booms a voice as a shadowed square falls over the perfect park. To join the menacing voice the words appear in bold white lettering.)
(The scene fades to black and reappear with a picture of Michael Wryght looking out it towards the universe. His voice carries the next message)
(A much quicker voice concludes with)
(Fin)
Jerry Andrews: Well, we're back and it's time for the second match in the North American Title Series.
Ace Anderson: How good have the matches been between these two?
Jerry Andrews: Outstanding.
The arena darkens as the stage fills with a heavy white smoke, the opening chords of 'Light ‘em Up' by Fall Out Boy beginning. Lights strobe through the smoke teasing a shrouded figure standing on the stage. An explosion on the stage clears the smoke as the lights come back up, leaving Justin Kaard posing on the stage, stance staggered with one arm raised in the air.
Kaard strides purposely down the ramp, stopping about half way down as he pumps his fists into the air. Continuing down the ramp, he turns the corner and sprints towards the ring. With a slight leap he slides on his knees along the apron before catching himself and facing the audience. Stepping up and through the ropes he makes a circuit around the ring before bouncing off the far side and sprinting across the rings.
He steps up, balancing himself on the second and third rope while pointing across the audience. Bouncing with the ropes, he jumps back into the ring and waits for his opponent.
Jerry Andrews: And we’ve arrived, Ace. The main event of the evening, the second of five matches scheduled to take place between Non Compos Mentis and Justin Kaard. We’re down one and NCM leads with a victory. How big was that initial victory?
Ace Anderson: HUGE, Jerry. Not ONLY does it give a massive confidence boost to NCM, but it’s unbelievably demoralizing to Justin Kaard. He’s fighting from underneath the momentum that NCM is building. Although, in his case it’s not that uncommon. He’s always fighting from an underdog position or another.
Jerry Andrews: You may have a point there, Ace. This is familiar territory for Justin, but will the 1-0 lead be too much for him to wiggle out from?
Ace Anderson: That’s the beauty of these matches, Jerry! It’s not too much for Kaard. He’s only down ONE, but he has to take tonight’s match as a real chance to dig his heels in. Because if the momentum swings too much, then he’s got to win THREE IN A ROW for the championship. There’s very few competitors that I would give that chance to.
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…
… 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 as he stares daggers through Justin Kaard across the ring.
Jerry Andrews: So Ace, let’s get down to the nitty-gritty. How’s this match going down, if you’re Justin Kaard looking to make a comeback?
Ace Anderson: Speed. Pure and simple. A full-on blitzkrieg. Kaard needs to be spot on with his offense. Quick strikes, fast paced ... it’s a song and dance he knows all too well. Don’t let NCM dictate the pace of the match, and the pressure is on Kaard tonight. One slip-up is literally all it takes. NCM being who he is, he’d be lucky to get a second chance. Seize the moment, lightning in a bottle, cliche cliche ... profit.
Jerry Andrews: ... you’re good at this.
Ace Anderson: Beyond good. Greatness in the Flesh. Trademarked.
Jerry Andrews: I stand corrected: cheesy. You’re cheesy at this.
The referee has cleared each man. Kaard and NCM are ready, eagerly awaiting the bell like an animal with bleeding steak 15 feet in front of them.
DING DING DING!
It’s a tense moment as both men eyeball each other, almost daring the other to make the opening gambit. A good old-fashioned stand-off. Slowly ... it’s Non Compos Mentis that extricates himself from his corner. Justin Kaard doesn’t even flinch as Non Compos Mentis begins to approach him. Palpable anticipation, thick and sinewy. The fans are on the edge of their seat. NCM is within 3 feet of Justin Kaard ...
... when Justin Kaard rolls out of the ring.
Ace Anderson: Well. Uhm ... THAT was anti-climactic.
Jerry Andrews: Just a little, I’d say.
Ty Little stepping in to restrain NCM, Kaard stares ruefully at Non Compos Mentis as he’s forced to retreat. Mentis backed off, Kaard rolls in and returns to his corner with no hesitation. Kaard’s ready aaaaaaaaaaand ... here we go again. Mentis taking less time to stalk towards Justin Kaard, Kaard is just too quick and rolls out of the ring YET AGAIN before he can be touched.
Jerry Andrews: All right. This is getting a little bit silly.
Ace Anderson: Do you think Justin Kaard is afraid?
Jerry Andrews: Well at THIS point, I’d have to say ....
NCM looking a little more than annoyed, Ty Little backs him away amidst a string of profanities and sharp gestures. The Born Psycho backpedaling, Ty Little turns around to begin counting Justin Kaard out. Kaard, fortunately, breaks the count at one and rolls back into the ring. He’s on his feet for all of one second before NCM reaches him. And again, albeit a little LESS composed looking, Kaard takes a quick turn through the ropes and out of the ring. However ...
... NCM follows ... wait. NCM hits the floor and Kaard has held onto the ropes. That split second of difference is enough for Kaard to take the initiative and ... ASAI MOONSAULT! Kaard drops NCM with a scintillating moonsault, leaving the multiple time champion laid out on the floor as he stands triumphantly over him. Kaard stares out at the crowd and lets fly a double barreled middle finger to the prone NCM and returns to the ring.
Jerry Andrews: It was a trap!
Ace Anderson: Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh. Jesus, you’re slow. And so was NCM. He got impatient and Justin Kaard took advantage of the situation. He used the importance of the match against NCM. Jerry, forget what I said earlier. Kaard’s playing on a much higher level MENTALLY than anyone gave him credit for. The kid’s got chops and he always has but that’s some veteran stuff right there.
Justin Kaard waiting in the ring for NCM, the referee begins the count and the crowd is NOT happy about it.
By the time 6 rolls around, NCM is rolling into the ring and prompting an attack of opportunity from the Adrenaline King. Several well-placed boots to the midsection and sternum, it’s clear that Kaard has a plan. Attack the oxygen supply of the bigger man, he has no chance at powering the machines and it’s a wash. NCM loses. Kaard is stalking his prey now, calculating and calm. The strikes come quick but precise. Surgical quality. As NCM slowly makes his way to his feet, Kaard is ready to pounce ...
NO! As Kaard rushes in, NCM hooks in a quickly snapped off powerslam. Kaard’s incredible reaction time from years of high octane offense allows him to stretch JUST far enough to let his feet hit the ground, avoiding the powerslam altogether whilst NCM is left to fall to the mat on all fours and without a victim. A quick pivot and Kaard attempts a standing moonsault, but NCM drops and rolls to the left and misses the impact. Great back and forth and now it’s Justin Kaard who’s in a bit of trouble. NCM quick to capitalize, he mounts Justin Kaard from the back and attempts to lock in a camel clutch submission.
Grounding the Adrenaline King is the safest bet here. The momentum is picking up and NCM certainly can’t afford to try and match sheer speed with his opponent. That doesn’t mean he can’t match him mentally. Kaard refusing to let his abdomen be forced in an arc towards to the mat, his knees hold him upright just long enough to ward off the brunt of the tension and literally trip NCM backwards onto his back.
The Born Psycho rolling backwards down Justin Kaard’s frame, Kaard endures the pain and holds onto the ankles and waits until NCM hits the mat between his slightly akimbo legs before pushing himself up into a standing position ... rolling backwards into a pinning predicament!
1!
2!
NCM escapes the innovative pin and manages to crawl towards the ropes to safety.
Jerry Andrews: I ... I don’t even know what to call that, Ace.
Ace Anderson: It’s simple, Jerry. It was a ... a really nice set of moves. Naturally.
*crickets*
NCM rushing in, he avoids the incoming leg kick by hopping up and over. Kaard completely out of position to recover with any sort of quickness, NCM trips him to the mat and falls nanoseconds behind his opponent. A pointed elbow to the VERY low midsection prompts a warning from Ty Little. The crowd chuckles, figuring that NCM may have very well gotten away with a cheap shot. Everyone wants to cheer the rebel.
A standard side leglock from the Born Psycho and Justin Kaard is once again grounded and unable to affect his speed demon ways. Can’t get a head of steam when you’re on your back and tied up. Kaard clawing and scratching towards the ropes, it’s several agonizing seconds before Justin can free himself by way of the nearest set of ropes. NCM holding on and jerking, creating great torque on the joint, he remains clasped to the wounded knee before releasing it. The damage has been done and Justin Kaard now finds himself in a very unenviable position. As a wise man once said: “A table with three legs ain’t no good to anybody.”
Now it’s time for NCM to exact his vengeance and get his pound of flesh for earlier. Wading into Justin Kaard who’s leaning against the ropes for support, heavy hands flying from every direction. Some make it through to Kaard’s frame, some are deflected by his instinctive defenses. NCM wailing away with that vaunted brawling he’s always been known for, Kaard pushes him backwards and creates some space between he and NCM. NCM staggering back just a bit, he’s looking at the wounded animal before him and takes off in a dash towards him.
Just as it looks as though NCM is going to spear Justin Kaard out of the ring, Kaard leans back and kicks his feet off the canvas ... narrowly avoiding the spear. NCM hurtling through the ropes, he snags the middle strand as he tumbles out. Retaining his position on the ring apron, Kaard drops to a standing position against the ropes once more. But just when he thinks it’s safe ...
Jerry Andrews: NCM with a sleeper hold type move from the outside. There’s SO much that can go wrong from here!
Ace Anderson: He’s only got a five count, Jerry; he’d better make some magic happen.
Both men struggle for dominance up until the last second until ... OH DEAR GOD!
Justin hooking onto NCM’s neck, Justin manages to get enough leverage to kick into the air with his good leg ... using NCM’s body as a pivot point and fling himself backwards. Up and over the Born Psycho, he retains his grip on the neck as both men go hurtling towards the floor. The landing is sickly and hard to watch. NCM’s head lands square on the ground, whereas Justin Kaard lands tailbone first. It’s a bad situation all around. We’re talking possibilities of concussions, bruised coccyx, compressed spine also known as stingers ... it’s just not a good place for either of them to be in.
With the referee having been instructed on the importance of an actual winner in these matches, he’s less likely to call an end to it. So he does the only thing he can in this instance: he begins the ten count.
1!
2!
3!
Jerry Andrews: Both men are slow to recover, but it looks as though NCM is managing to get to his feet first, Ace! He many be in a daze, but he looks as though he’s able to move and walk a little better than Justin Kaard right now!
Ace Anderson: Good point, Jerry but how much damage has been done to the brain and skull of NCM? That’s the SCARY damage to the body right there. The stuff that messes with your cognitive functions.
6!
7!
NCM is climbing onto the ring apron with Justin Kaard limping and nipping at his heels. NCM throwing a kick back to give him time to re-enter the ring undisturbed, Justin staggers back at nine and takes a running dash .. everything he has left and dives into the ring! Catching NCM’s legs as he goes, NCM becomes unglued from the apron and takes another terrifying fall backwards to the floor below ...
10!!!!
Leaving Justin Kaard in the ring all alone at the sound of the ten count. Ty Little having no choice, he signals for the bell and Justin Kaard has won the second match of the best of five series!
Jerry Andrews: Ace, The Adrenaline King has tied it up at one a piece!
Ace Anderson: He wanted it more tonight. A lot of people will say that he stole one, that he didn’t really earn it. Well with the damage he took and the damage he DISHED OUT? I’d say he earned every bit of it. It also makes the rest of the series a whole lot more interesting. How will these two come back from such a hard-hitting match?
Jerry Andrews: We’ve got trainers and emergency technicians in the ring checking on both men, but we are out of time for this edition of Tuesday Night Trauma. Be sure to check pcwrestling.org for updates on the condition of both Justin Kaard AND Non Compos Mentis before the next live broadcast. I’m Jerry Andrews and for Ace Anderson, good night!
Jerry Andrews: Ummm.... Stormm knows that Foley isn't here, right?
Ace Anderson: I hope so!
Stormm enters the office and shuts the door behind him as the official Trauma opening begins.
Tuesday November 17th, 2015
Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to PCW Trauma! I'm Jerry Andrews and, boy, the crowd is hot here tonight!
Ace Anderson: Can you blame them!? What a show we have for you this evening! And, to top it all off, match TWO of the North American Championship series! NCM is up one-nothing. Can Justin Kaard even things up or will he be pushed to the brink of elimination!?
Jerry Andrews: We're starting out with a tag team match tonight, folks, and there's enough hatred and bad blood in this one to fill a barn.
Ace Anderson: A barn?
"Sumo" by Jim Johnston starts over the speakers and the big man is immediately met with a warm and respectful reception from the crowd. Hiroshi Yukio, a giant of a man, emerges from the back and humbly slaps fives with the fans along the entrance way. Climbing the steps and stepping over the top rope, the sumo throws salt into the crowd as part of his purification ritual before turning to face the entrance ramp.
Ace Anderson: It's guys like Hiroshi that make me glad I'm retired, Jerry.
Jerry Andrews: Look at the size of those legs. Look at the size of those trunks! There's a Toyota out there somewhere missing its seat covers.
"Black Widow" by In This Moment roars over the speakers and the crowd's cheers suddenly turn to boos as the sick and twisted Alexa Black shuffles out the back with a deranged grin on her face. It's no secret: The PCW Faithful hate this woman. Judging by the verbal tirade she unleashes upon a young boy at ringside, the majority of which having to be bleeped out, it's safe to bet that the feeling is mutual. Snatching a "Showtime for President" sign from an adolescent male at ringside, she shows it to the camera before spitting on it and tearing it into bits.
Jerry Andrews: And this is Alexa in a good mood. Go figure.
Ace Anderson: You've gotta wonder if Crazy Boy's got revenge on the brain after what Alexa did to him on the last episode of Trauma. She humiliated him and turned her back on the (un)Stable.
Alexa enters the ring and sizes up her robust tag team partner. The lights begin to flicker and eventually fade as the hypnotic beat of "10000 Watts of Artificial Pleasure" by Dope Star Inc. pulses over the PA system. The Faithful begin cheering the fan favorite mainstay as smoke fills the entrance area and a figure solidifies within the haze. Suddenly, Crazy Boy bursts from the cloud of smoke and pumps his fist in the air before heading down the ramp. The typically upbeat Smith's attention is firmly locked onto Alexa Black.
Jerry Andrews: That's quite the unsettling look in Crazy Boy's eyes. He looks like he'd gladly disembowel her if given the opportunity.
Crazy Boy pulls up once he reaches the ring and awaits the arrival of his partner. The drums and the banjos of "I'm Gonna Put You Down" by Gangstagrass play over the loud speakers as a solemn Bubba Reece brushes past the curtain and makes his way down the ramp, his attention focused on the giant sumo wrestler standing in the corner. He wears a black leather glove wrapped in barbed wire on his right hand as he joins Tyrone at the ring apron. Nigel Gale warns that since this is not an Underground match, he'll be forced to remove the glove before participating in the match. Reluctantly, he obliges.
Jerry Andrews: No love lost between Yukio and Bubba Reece. They've got a short, yet violent, history with one another and they're not finished yet. Not by a long shot.
Tag Team Match
Hiroshi Yukio & Alexa Black vs Bubba Reece & Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith
Referee: Nigel Gale
Hiroshi Yukio & Alexa Black vs Bubba Reece & Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith
Referee: Nigel Gale
Nigel Gale covers the rules with both teams, but the look in his eyes says that he fully expects all hell to break loose sooner rather than later. Alexa and Bubba Reece start things off, but there are no collar and elbow tie ups, headlocks, or go behinds here, folks. Alexa and Bubba start things off by coming nose to nose. Bubba laughs, Alexa smirks, and in a flash, both competitors are throwing rights and lefts in the center of the ring. Crazy Boy stands on the apron with an eager intensity, dripping with fury and a desire to get his hands on the Black Widow. As soon as Bubba starts to get the best of Alexa she drives a knee into his abdomen before depositing him into the corner to work him over.
Ace Anderson: No testing the waters here, fans. No pacing at all. These wrestlers are fixtures in PCW's Underground and only high impact, highly damaging moves will do.
True to form, Alexa has started rocking Bubba with some walloping right hands to the side of the dome. The hillbilly shrugs off the blows before striking with a headbutt that staggers Alexa, giving the Wizard from Lizard Gizzard the opening he needs to tackle Alexa to the mat and batter her senseless with a barrage of mounted punches. Tyrone yells from his corner for a tag and eventually grabs Bubba's attention. Alexa crawls to her corner as Bubba tags in Crazy Boy. Smith rushes across the ring to get to Alexa, but he's too late and she's already tagged out to Hiroshi.
Jerry Andrews: Oh! So close! You can almost feel how badly Tyrone wants to get his hands on Alexa.
Yukio steps over the top rope, but Crazy Boy doesn't allow him to fully enter the ring, opting instead to pummel him while he still straddles the top strand. Grabbing the top rope with both hands, Crazy Boy attempts to jerk up on it to crotch Hiroshi...but the sumo's weight is so great that he can't get any purchase. Portions of the crowd get a chuckle out of the failed offense, but Crazy Boy recalculates the situation, runs up the nearest turnbuckle, and springboards off with a missile dropkick! TIMBER! Hiroshi begins to teeter to and fro, threatening to fall into the ring...then to the outside. The fans in the first row begin to scatter to avoid death by SMASH...but thankfully, Yukio tumbles into the ring. Crazy Boy is all over him, but the giant Yokozuna brushes him away like a gnat as he rolls to his hands and knees.
Jerry Andrews: Crazy Boy is quicker than a hiccup, and he's relentlessly using his speed on the larger and slower Hiroshi Yukio.
Ace Anderson: Yeah, but how effective is he?
As if to answer Ace, Crazy Boy his the ropes and connects with a stiff dropkick to the side of Yukio's head, knocking him back down to the mat. Having already accomplished the arduous task of getting the big sumo to the mat, Crazy Boy expertly keeps the Japanese grappler grounded with a plethora of strikes, splashes, and dropkicks, wearing out the giant in the process. Alexa seethes with fury on the ring apron. Looking to press the advantage, Crazy Boy tags Bubba back into the match in an attempt to wipe out Yukio. Pulling Hiroshi up by his Chonomage, Tyrone and Bubba set the sumo up for a double suplex! The fans come to their feet in anticipation.
Jerry Andrews: ...what in the hell are they doing? Are they trying to collapse the ring?
Giving it the good old college try, they lift with all their might...but aren't able to budge the big man. Letting out a fierce scream, Yukio counters by vertical suplexing both Crazy Boy and Bubba simultaneously! The fans applaud the mighty feat as Smith rolls to the outside. Finally able to regain his vertical base, Hiroshi begins laying in with some heavy artillery on Ragin' Redneck.
Ace Anderson: You couldn't even begin to imagine what kind of force one of those clubbing blows from Hiroshi carries. A single blow from the sumo would break a normal man's back.
Hiroshi hits a massive leg drop on Bubba and makes the cover. Somehow, Bubba barely slips the shoulder up before three. With Bubba sufficiently weakened and Hiroshi ready for a breather, the sumo tags in his partner so that she might have her fun. Upon entering the ring and gazing at her downed foe with glee, she tilts her head back and lets out a blood curdling scream. Right on cue, the Faithful boo. Gutwrenching Bubba up off the mat in a show of impressive strength, she muscles the redneck up into the air and plants him with a sitout powerbomb. Nigel slides into position for the pinfall but is only able to make a two-count.
Jerry Andrews: This aren't looking good for the man from Lizard Gizzard, Ace. Alexa and Hiroshi have taken over this match in a big way and Reece desperately needs to make the tag to Crazy Boy.
Again, Crazy Boy is almost salivating with anticipation for the tag, is arm outstretched as far as he can reach. Having a little fun, Alexa Black backs away from Bubba...and turns in an instant to open-handed slap Crazy Boy across the face with such force that Crazy Boy's head is snapped around. Infuriated, Crazy Boy attempts to charge into the ring...but Nigel is there to hold him at bay. Alexa taunts him mercilessly, only further infuriating the Crazy One. Unfortunately for Alexa, she turns right into a waiting and recovered Bubba Reece spinebuster!
Ace Anderson: Bubba is back in business!
Jerry Andrews: He still needs to tag out, but I think his adrenaline is getting the best of him.
Ace Anderson: Crazy Boy is on the apron screaming for a tag, but these fans are going nuts and I don't think Bubba hears him.
Jerry Andrews: Crazy Boy desperately wants to get his hands on Alexa!
Ace Anderson: Can you blame him!?
Bubba hits the ropes for a springboard elbow drop, and as he does so Crazy Boy reaches for a tag...and misses. Bubba connects with the elbow and goes for the cover, but only gets a two-count. Rather than make the tag, Bubba attempts to finish off Alexa with the Hillbilly Airlines from the top rope. Crazy Boy is beside himself with frustration as Bubba takes flight with his shooting star press...and misses!
Ace Anderson: Nobody home! And what is Crazy Boy doing?
Jerry Andrews: Leaving. He's had enough of standing on the ring apron. If Bubba wants to go it alone, Crazy Boy is going to let him.
Ace Anderson: I don't think Bubba necessarily wanted to go at it alone!
The uncharacteristic behavior from Tyrone draws the confused ire of the fans as Alexa uses the opportunity to tag Yukio back into the match. Spiking Bubba in the corner with a pumphandle piledriver, Alexa makes way for Hiroshi. The sumo drags his prey into position before mounting the second turnbuckle. Looking out into the crowd, Hiroshi lets out a war cry before leaping off the ropes backwards and landing in a seated position on Bubba's chest, turning him into a human pancake. Doing the honorary thing, Yukio tags Alexa back in to that she can claim the victory. Driving her forearm violently across Bubba's face, she hooks the leg. Nigel is in position to make the three-count before signaling for the bell.
Winners: Alexa Black & Hiroshi Yukio via Pinfall when Alexa Black pinned Bubba Reece
Bubba Reece slowly stands up and he looks up the ramp as Crazy Boy is leaving the ringside arena. Reece is not happy. Alexa Black, on the other hand, winks at Crazy Boy and smiles as he makes his way back through the curtain.
Jerry Andrews: She's even scary when she's happy, isn't she Ace?
Ace Anderson: Wait... THAT'S happy!?
As we return, we're back at Foley's empty office. Well, it should be empty, but Justin Michaels is sitting in their opposite from Foley's desk.
Jerry Andrews: Is he... waiting for Frank Foley?
Ace Anderson: Stormm! Foley's not coming! He's suspended!
Elsewhere backstage, the cameras find Kelli Starr alone in her brightest attire skipping stopping once or twice to ask if anyone had seen Nathan Saniti. They didn't know. But when she stopped again the man was PCW security he gave her a message,
Security: "I haven't seen him but someone told me to tell you if I saw you, that you were wanted in the storage area."
Curiosity getting the better of the candy coated super girl, she skipped off to where PCW kept extra seats, light bulbs, pyrotechnics, and so on and so forth. The room is dark when she gets closer, but the closer she gets, she hears music playing and sees dim, flickering lights. Poking her head in, she recognizes the tune. It's a cover of Black Sabbath's 'Fairies Wear Boots' but slower and sweeter. The room is arranged with candles, the musicians, and one single spotlight centered in the room. Kelli slowly entered when the voice spoke it was deep and smooth,
Mystery Man: "Ah my sweetest at last! I've been watching you for quite some time. Such a gorgeous, impressive creature."
She searches for the voice, but suddenly she is grabbed, the big stranger that holding her begins to dance with her. He is wearing a black suit, white tie, and a white mask with black holes for eyes that were hidden. Fright grips Kelli as she attempts to process what's going on.
Mystery Man: "Do not be alarmed."
He chuckles as he twirls her. Multi-colored lights emblazon the room, seemingly dancing with them.
Mystery Man: "I must inquire why you stand behind the wizard man? You dance with no rhythm when with him, cleaning up messes you have no business cleaning."
He lets her g,o spinning as the beat picks up, only to be hoisted into the air by another man wearing a white suit, black tie, and black mask. This man's voice was raspy but soft.
Mystery Man 2: "If you looked further you'd see you have a better chance of a happier life alone or,"
He sits her back down, locking her arm in his, the previous man taking the other.
Mystery Man 1: "With us."
Kelli struggles but they lift her up together, tossing her in the air! As she comes back down, the lights go out. Then just as quickly, the lights are back on and Kelli finds herself alone, surrounded by roses and candy. Candy and roses everywhere! In her hand, a note, but before she can read it N. Saniti jerks it from her hand.
N. Saniti: "So the plot thickens! I've been looking for you everywhere! However, it seems someone else has gained your attention."
Enraged, N. Saniti holds his hands out eyeing all the roses and candy. Kelli silently protests, wordlessly declaring her innocence. He opens the note reading out loud:
"Time was short darling, but next Trauma, same place and same time, I will reveal myself to you. I can show you a simple world...
Yours Truly,
Lover man"
Yours Truly,
Lover man"
N. Saniti crumbles the note, tossing it away. As it flies just out of Kelli's grasp, it bursts into flames, leaving nothing but memories. N. Saniti sneers his disapproval.
N. Saniti: Same time and place? Then she shan't be alone.
Back at ringside, find PCW newcomer Desmond Knight already in the ring jawing with a few choice members of the PCW Faithful.
Ace Anderson: Word has it that Mr. Knight here was the personal prize fighter of Queen Elizabeth at one point. He was a feared and respected fixture of the underground fighting circuit, not to be confused with PCW's Underground.
Jerry Andrews: Well...he certainly looks the part. He's certainly put together and looks like he's tougher than a two dollar steak.
Ace Anderson: Word going around the back is that Grimm is already irritated with this guy. The Lord of Misrule views him as yet another generic, loud-mouthed, Johnny-come-lately looking to take PCW by storm, not to be confused with Justin Stormm.
Jerry Andrews: Can you blame Grimm? How many of these guys has he Harvested? More than we can count, that's for sure. But maybe Desmond Knight will be the exception to the rule.
The fans, already waiting in anticipation, let out a roar before falling in line with the alternating stomps and claps as "God's Gonna Cut You Down" by Johnny Cash hums over the loud speakers. The lights slowly dim to pitch black as all eyes are on the stage. The Brothers and Sisters stomp and clap in unison, but Phinehas Grimm is nowhere to be seen. Not at the top of the ramp, at least.
Ace Anderson: What's going on?
Desmond moves to the ropes closest to the entrance ramp to greet his opponent, but the Hangtown Horror is absent. When the lighting slowly resumes, the volume in the bleachers rises. There, standing calmly behind Knight, is the Crimson Demon himself, beard hanging mightily and wet red hair slicked back.
Singles Match
Desmond Knight vs Grimm
Referee: Eric Russo
Desmond Knight vs Grimm
Referee: Eric Russo
Realizing that something is amiss, or perhaps having eyes in the back of his head, Knight quickly turns and charges Grimm with a clothesline! Grimm easily ducks the advance. As Knight faces Grimm, the Black Hand member boots him in the stomach before sizing him up and connecting with a nasty Sword of Heimdall headbutt! Knight is staggered and Grimm uses the opportunity to hit the ropes and catch the rookie on the rebound with the Lament Configuration sleeping neckbreaker.
Jerry Andrews: Oi. Things aren't looking too good for the Destroyer of Worlds.
Ace Anderson: Fe fi fo fum, Grimm's smells the blood of...fresh meat.
Desmond Knight's brain is rattled as he slowly struggles to stand, his body involuntarily leaning towards the left. His equilibrium is a bit off at the moment. Grimm waits patiently, is arms spread wide like a trap ready to spring on its prey. Knight unwittingly turns into the waiting arms of the Lord of Misrule and in a split second Grimm has his foe trapped in a standing arm triangle choke.
Jerry Andrews: The Winding Stair! Grimm's got it locked in tight and I fear the end is near for poor Desmond Knight.
Knight puts up a brief fight as his free arm flails around wildly, but Grimm's arms constrict like an anaconda and it's only a matter of seconds before the newcomer's body goes limp. Eric Russo quickly calls for the bell and Knight drops to the mat as unceremoniously as Rhonda Rousey taking a kick to the face.
Ace Anderson: That didn't take long. Then again, I didn't expect it to.
Winner: Grimm via submission
Grimm slowly walks back to the entrance way where Sadistic and Michael Wryght are waiting. The three nod at one another and walk backstage.
Jerry Andrews: Well, much like on the last Trauma, it appears that Grimm and Sadistic remain on the same page.
Ace Anderson: Now if only they could go collect Storm....
Suddenly, Trauma is
The feed resumes no more than ten seconds later, but broadcasting instead is a tourism video for the city of Anaheim, California. It's your standard fluff piece that highlights what the Orange County locale has to offer. What is also spliced into this is quick flashes of anarchist propaganda. The last image is that of Sleeping Beauty's castle located in the heart of Disneyland, with the message: The Happiest Place on Earth!
The film stock dissolves and everything back inside the arena returns to normal.
Well almost.
The announce table is shown broken into pieces. The body of PCW interviewer Shane Dodge lays motionless amongst the debris. Positioned next to his head is a "GREETINGS FROM ANAHEIM" postcard. These same cards begin to fall from the catwalk above, filtering into the crowd like leaflets. On the reverse side is the message:
"We aren't coming in peace. We're coming to leave everything in pieces. With love, J & D."
As we return, the cameras are once again outside Foley's office. Suddenly, Grimm, Michael Wryght and Sadistic appear. They knock on the door despite the fact that it is wide open.
"Come in!" says a voice that is obvious Justin Michaels.
The three Black Hand members walk in and the camera follows them.
Stormm: Welcome!
Sadistic: Nice digs, but what's going on?
Stormm: Well, remember last Trauma how I was pinned by Jury despite not being the legal man?
Grimm nods.
Stormm: I do too. So you can imagine how upset I was when I saw that I was booked against the Saints again this week. I mean, who's booking this show?
There's silence in the room.
Stormm: No, seriously, with Foley gone, who's actually booking this show?
Sadistic: A chimp?
Showtime: Maybe a baby? It's probably a baby.
Stormm: I guess it doesn't really matter. What does matter is that I'm not going to stand for it. I won't stand for it. Sorry guys, but this is a matter of principle. I'm staying in Foley's office until someone representing the company, Foley or whoever is in charge next, explains that travesty of justice to me.
There's a brief pause.
Grimm: We understand and we're with you.
Grimm, Showtime and Sadistic stick out their black gloved hands. Stormm fist bumps them with his own gloved hand. The three then leave the room while Stormm remains seated.
Ace Anderson: So... he's just not going to compete tonight?
Jerry Andrews: I guess not. I mean, technically he has a point....
Ace Anderson: And his partners are just cool with that?
Jerry Andrews: It looks like it.
Ace Anderson: I'm suspicious. The Black Hand looks all unified but between the upcoming Grimm/Sadistic match and this Stormm thing, I don't see how they can be.
Jerry Andrews: Well, they ARE brothers.
"Welcome to the Jungle" breaks the silence as Jule "The Wasp" Martins steps through the curtain. He's received with a mixed reaction from the crowd, some cheering him because he's the lesser of the two evils on his side of the ring. Either way, the older veteran soaks up the atmosphere as he makes his way into the ring. Wasp scales the second turnbuckle in each corner to show off his Underground crown.
Ace Anderson: Looks like Wasp is ready for this match.
Jerry Andrews: Indeed he is, and here comes his partner.
Alestorm's "You Are a Pirate" blazes over the P.A. system, stirring the peanut gallery into a frenzy of jeers as High Tide stumbles into view. With very little lighting and effects that simulate lightning, High Tide (in a pirate outfit) walks down the ramp slightly crouched over, as if he was sitting. He holds a large pirate flag in one hand, and in the other he is imitating steering a ship. He does this until he gets to the ring where he motions dropping and anchor and proceeds to hop on to the turnbuckle and dive headfirst over the ropes, rolling into a standing position. Then he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and pulls out a spyglass, looking around at the audience. He mimics loading a cannon and as he motions firing it, he jumps off the turnbuckle into the ring (to imitate recoil) as fireworks shoot from all four turnbuckles. Wasp and Tide meet in the center of the ring, eyes fixated on the ramp, as the await their opponents.
"Hero," by the Pegboard Nerds switches the audience's disposition to delight as flashing lights of pink and purple sparkle up and down the ramp. Out pops the Candy Girl herself, "Dollface" Kelli Starr, her bright locks flipping to and fro as she dubsteps he way down the ramp.
Jerry Andrews: Well, Kelli sure knows how to brighten a place, doesn't she?
Ace Anderson: Seriously? How can you NOT love this woman?
Jerry Andrews: She does tend to curse a lot.
Ace Anderson: Profanity is the sprinkles on the cupcake of language. Get with the program, killjoy. Speaking of which...
Powerman 5000's "Supervillain" crackles through the speakers as lime green smoke bellows over the runway. N. Saniti explodes through the curtain, his usually colorful garb replaced by a long, black floor length trench coat, black slacks with white pin stripes, black boots, a white lace shirt and matching pinstriped vest. His new music does nothing to dampen his dour disposition. Nor does the PCW Faithful's reaction to him. They jeer his every deliberate step as he strolls down to the ring, allowing friend and foe alike to guess at the intentions hidden behind his unhinged smile and devious glare.
Ace Anderson: Wow. I know opposites attract, but I just don't -get- our tag champs.
Jerry Andrews: Love does strange things to people.
Ace Anderson: This guy changes entrance songs like I change my underwear.
Jerry Andrews: From the smell, I'm guessing you're not exaggerating.
Ace Anderson: I hate you and everyone who looks like you. Just so you know.
Non-Title Tag Team Match
Psychedelica [Nathan Saniti & "Dollface" Kelli Starr] (Tag Team ©) vs The Sea Men [Wasp (Underground ©) & High Tide]
Referee: Ed Lane
Psychedelica [Nathan Saniti & "Dollface" Kelli Starr] (Tag Team ©) vs The Sea Men [Wasp (Underground ©) & High Tide]
Referee: Ed Lane
Ed Lane allows each side to choose their starters. Nathan glowers at High Tide, a curious tilt to his head, as they circle while the ref calls for the bell. Tide goes in to tie up with N. Saniti, but he has other plans, driving a knee deep into the pirate's solar plexus. Saniti wastes no time, slinging the buccaneer shoulder first into the post between the second and top ropes. Yanking Tide back out, the Mystical Madman repeats the process, taking utter delight in his opponent's torment. Tide wilts to the mat, clasping his shoulder.
Jerry Andrews: An extremely aggressive N. Saniti tonight.
Ace Anderson: He's probably still steamed about what happened earlier tonight.
Saniti goes to gather his victim, but Tide thumbs him in the eye. The swashbuckler uses this time to beat a hasty retreat to his corner for the tag. Wasp hops over the top rope, ducking just under a wide swinging fist from his opponent. Martins answers with a kick to the side of the magician's noggin. Saniti staggers away to the neutral corner, but Wasp makes a beeline for him, flogging him with punches and kicks. Before the ref calls for the break, Wasp whips Saniti to the opposite corner, following closely to hit him squarely in the back with a knee.
Saniti crumbles as Wasp climbs the ropes, coming down with a double axe handle on the soft spot he made on his foe. Saniti hits all fours, slowly attempting to make it to his corner. Jule has other ideas, dragging Saniti by his left foot to the center of the ring. Wasp crosses Saniti's legs, stepping through in a modified STF, arching his back and cupping his hands under the magic man's chin. Saniti yelps in pain as the fans drink in his agony by cheering the elder wrestler on. Determination crosses his face, clinching it tighter. Saniti musters some strength, managing to pull himself closer and closer to the ropes until he finally gets his fingers around the bottom rope.
Lane calls for the hold to be broken, much to the fans' chagrin. Wasp springs to his feet, not allowing Saniti to get his own pins under him before yanking him back to their corner. Tide tags in, vengeance in his eyes. Wasp holds Saniti in place as the pirate ascends to the top rope, hovering over a prone magician. Hopping into the air, Tide spins and twirls, landing a beautifully executed moonsault across his midsection. Tide pulls Saniti to his feet, a sneer of vindication on his face as he headbutts his rival. Once. Twice. Thrice. Tide slings Saniti to the lone corner hard. N. Saniti stumbles out only to be met with a vicious hurricanrana. Tide begins pummeling the madman.
Finally, Saniti bucks him off and rolls out of the ring for a breather. His gentlemanly demeanor is nowhere to be seen as he screams at the top of his lungs, kicking the top tier of the steps halfway across the apron.
Jerry Andrews: Looks like N. Saniti is losing his cool.
Saniti steps over to his corner, collecting his cane and a few hat pins while Lane counts him out. One! Two! Kelli steps off of the apron, pleading with N. Saniti to give up the instruments. Three! The madman tries to side-step his beloved, deadly intent in his eyes. Four! Kelli admonishes him, a stern finger pointed directly at his face. Five! Slowly, N. Saniti turns his head to Dollface, his lips pursed in frustration. Six! He releases another blood curdling shot, slamming the items to the floor as he finally rolls back into the ring. Tide charges in, testing the soles of his boots across Saniti's body. The buccaneer collects his prey, pulling him to a vertical base, but now the magician delivers a bit of payback with a thumb of his own.
N. Saniti grabs his enemy by the mop of hair, slamming his face down onto a waiting knee. Wrenching him full staff, Saniti plugs Tide's face into the top turnbuckle once. Enjoying his opponent's groggy reaction, he smashes Tide down again. And again. Each time becoming more brutal. Finally, Saniti drags Tide across the top rope face first to his corner. Finally, the colorful Dollface can come in for some action! She shimmies up the turnbuckles. Before exiting, Saniti whips Tide across the ring, catching him in a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker as Dollface flips off the top with a 360 splash across Tide's belly. The power move doesn't come without consequences, as Kelli clutches her stomach as well from the impact. Undaunted, she scrambles for the cover.
One!
Two!
NO! Tide gets his shoulder up by a hair's breadth. The Candy Girl kips up to her feet, laying the boots to the pirate's midsection. Suddenly, techno music drums to the beat of her feet. Five seconds of relentlessly using her foe as a doormat, she leaps at the second rope, back flipping and landing with both knees in Tide's chest.
Jerry Andrews: Kelli just Dropped the Bass!
Ace Anderson: She's going for another cover!
One!
Two!
Wasp breaks up the fall! Lane admonishes Martins, driving him under severe protest back out of the ring. While the ref's back is turned, Saniti sneaks into the ring with a hatpin in hand. He goes to drive the weapon home, but Kelli stops him! N. Saniti's face scrunches in wild-eyed anger. Kelli begins screaming at him, her index finger accentuating the point she's drilling home as she shoos Saniti from the ring. Begrudgingly, he reluctantly departs. Kelli bends down to collect the fallen buccaneer, but he suddenly rolls her up into a small package! The zebra falls into position for the count.
One!
Two!
A very surprised Kelli manages to kick out before the decision. The force of her escape was enough to propel Tide to his corner to tag in a fresh and frustrated Wasp. Jule delivers knife-edge chops to the ample chest of the colorful Kelli, forcing her into a neutral corner. He gives the audience a few more things to "WOOOOOO" about before he hip tosses Kelli into the center of the ring. The mercenary zones in on his bounty, cinching Kelli's back against his chest. Dropping backward, yet not relinquishing his grip, Wasp delivers three rather nasty looking German suplexes.
Ace Anderson: Hive guard!
Nearly lifeless, Wasp allows Kelli to whither to the mat, following close behind for a cover. Lane only manages a two count before the Candy Girl finds the strength to barely get a shoulder up. Wasp yanks a handful of colorful locks, tugging Kelli to his corner.
Jerry Andrews: The Sea Men showing some teamwork. Tide's going to the Crow's Nest!
Martins hits a sidewalk slam as Tide flies free for a frog splash.
Ace Anderson: Man Overboard!
The devastating impact move takes its toll on its mark, Tide clinching the leg for a pin attempt.
One!
Two!
N. Saniti breaks up the pin, getting a few good stomps in before Lane begins trying to regain control. Martins charges the ring, but Saniti pulls the ref into the path of the merciless merc. Lane eats the top turnbuckle, sans ketchup or consciousness. Wasp looks shocked at what had accidentally occurred, but as he tries to revive the ref, Saniti returns to his corner, retrieving his cane, plowing the field of strawberry blonde acreage on the back of Wasp's head. Using the ropes for leverage, Saniti stomps Martins, forcing him out of the ring.
Ace Anderson: Uh oh. No ref, and N. Saniti is on the loose? This won't end well.
Jerry Andrews: I can't look. ... But I will.
Saniti stalks over to High Tide, driving several sadistic boots onto every available joint on Tide's body. His bloodlust still unsated, Saniti pulls the pugilistic pirate to his feet long enough to spin him around. Unreality Check! The ref begins to stir, so N. Saniti acts quickly, piling a barely awake Kelli over the buccaneer. Saniti makes haste to exit the ring as a woozy Lane begins a very slow count.
One!
Wasp starts to slide into the ring, but Saniti intercepts, pulling him out unceremoniously.
Two!
Wasp and Saniti exchange fisticuffs, a menacing glare in the eyes of the Mystical Madman and the Great White North alike.
Three!
Lane calls for the bell. Saniti produces a pin, driving it into Wasp's neck.
Ace Anderson: Psychedelica pulls this one off!
Jerry Andrews: The fans aren't happy about the way they got the win, either.
N. Saniti slides into the ring, scooping Kelli to her feet as she shakes free the cobwebs. He raises her hand with his to a chorus of rafter-shaking jeers. Saniti smiles proudly nonetheless.
Winner: Psychedelica by pinfall [Kelli Starr pins High Tide]
"The Memory Remains," by Metallica suddenly stops short the tag champs celebration, much to the appreciation of the peanut gallery. The Saints emerge from back stage, both men crossing their arms in front of them. Saniti and a still frazzled Kelli glare up the ramp at their future adversaries, the tension thick in the air. N. Saniti gathers a fistful of his favorite weapons, stepping between the ropes and beelining it for Judge and Jury.
Kelli promptly intervenes, knowing that Saniti's current state of mind could get one or both of them injured in his quest for blood. She scoots him away from their unflinching blockade, his eyes never once leaving the Saints. After a few refrains of music and tension thick enough to cut, the Saints relent, heading cautiously to the back, leaving a seething Saniti foaming at the mouth for a confrontation.
Jerry Andrews: Well folks, we're back and, before the break, you saw a confrontation between the tag champs, Psychedelica, and the number one contenders the Saints. Well, it didn't end there. This is what happened during the commercial as the Sea Men were leaving the ring.
We cut to footage recorded during the commercial break. Saniti and Starr have left the ringside area and Wasp and Tide are on their way out of the ring as well when suddenly the WHOLE section of Saints bikers rush over the barricades!
High Tide and Wasp who are left back to back in the center of the ring. The Saints surround the whole ring and line both sides of the ramps when, 'The Saints Come Marching In', blasts over the pa system. Then from the back comes The Saints Judge and Jury re-emerge, the crowd cranking up the boo factors, but Judge just grins a big wolf like grin.
At the bottom of the ramp he demands a microphone as Jury rolls into the ring and the music dies away.
"I look around and you know what I see," Judge began pacing up the steps, "Night in and night out all I see is heathens! The damned! The lost! Those I speak of are YOU!" Judge points all around the arena bringing on a thunder of disapproval, "What makes it worse is you cheer now for the Hand! Where is love for the warriors of God?!"
They booed harder this time and chants began, "FALSE PROPHET!"
"Blinded by sin," he shook his head, "Sadly most of you will die in sin for I can do nothing for any of you but plant the seeds. However," Judge turns his attention to Wasp and High Tide, "You two, Tide and Wasp, I can baptize you with fire!"
He snaps his fingers and some of the bikers rush the ring, Tide and Wasp hold their own for a few but when Jury and Judge join in they are quickly taken down! Tide is picked up by Jury and is dropped with his move The Sickest Kill II! He tosses Tide over the top rope.
Judge has his men hold Wasp down on his knees, he fought but they held him tighter. Judge now has the Underground title in hand stroking the front, "My crown," he whispered in the microphone, "And you took it from me!"
Judge strikes Wasp in the face, followed by a kick to his stomach, and tells his men to stand him up which he levels Wasp with the title!
Judge drops the title and steps over Wasp, "I've not forgot and neither should you that I'm lurking around the corner! I'm still owed a shot buddy! God bless."
Judge grabs Wasp up and quickly hits "Judges Call"! The PCW faithful are in a roar of boos as 'Something Different' by Godsmack plays and the entire mass of the Saints exit.
We then cut from the pre-recorded footage to a live shot of Kassandra Black standing outside Foley's - or perhaps, more accurately, Justin Michaels' - office. She knocks on the door and then enters as Stomm gets to his feet.
Kassandra Black: Justin, you've said that you're protesting last week's result by not participating in your scheduled match tonight, is that true?
Stormm: Why, yes, it is.
Kassandra Black: And your Black Hand teammates? They're okay with that?
Stormm: The Black Hand always hopes to see the right thing done and the strong prevail, so they understand and support me 100%.
Kassandra Black: Well, I guess that's all I needed to know. Thanks!
Stormm: Thank you.
As Trauma returns, all of the competitors in the next match are already in the ring. Well, except for Justin Michaels.
Jerry Andrews: Stormm is sitting this one out due to a protest folks, so it looks like we're going to get a three-on-two contest here.
Six-Person Tag Match
Eira, Judge & Jury vs Sadistic (World ©), "Mr. Showtime" Michael Wryght (International ©) & Justin "Stormm" Michaels
Referee: Manny Cruz
Eira, Judge & Jury vs Sadistic (World ©), "Mr. Showtime" Michael Wryght (International ©) & Justin "Stormm" Michaels
Referee: Manny Cruz
The match begins with Eira facing off against Showtime.
Ace Anderson: It's nice to see Eira back in the ring and.... woah!
Eira suddenly clocks the unsuspecting Showtime right in the face! She then tackles him down to the mat, unloading on him with right and left hands!
Ace Anderson: That's not how you treat the next President of the United States!
Jerry Andrews: Well, Showtime is at least partially responsible for Eira being on the shelf for a little while!
Ace Anderson: I guess that's true, but it wasn't really on purpose.
Jerry Andrews: I don't think Eira cares.
Jerry Andrews is right. Eira continues to unload on Showtime until referee Manny Cruz is forced to break up the battle. He pulls Eira off. Michael Wryght takes this opportunity to get back to his feet so that, when Cruz releases Eira, he's ready to go, grabbing her and hitting a belly-to-belly suplex.
Jerry Andrews: What a move.
Eira hits the mat hard. Showtime pulls her up, only to hit her with a brainbuster and he covers her immediately.
Ace Anderson: That can't be good for Eira's head injury!
Jerry Andrews: But somehow she kicks out at two!
Showtime pulls Eira up. He Irish whips her off of the ropes. She ducks a clothesline and comes back with a flying forearm, connecting right with Showtime's face. He falls to the mat. She hits him with a few stomps before tagging in Jury. Jury enters the ring just as Wryght is standing up. Jury swings, but Showtime dodges. He then hits his opponent with an elbow to the head. Showtime now grabs Jury and takes him down with a snap suplex. He then tags in Sadistic.
Ace Anderson: The PCW World Champion is in now!
The two lock up and Sadistic sends Jury down with a shove. Jury is back up, and Sadistic swings at it. It misses and Jury drops him with a clothesline!
Jerry Andrews: Big move there to knock the champ down!
Ace Anderson: These guys aren't number one contenders for nothing!
Sadistic gets to his feet. Jury and Sadistic with another collar elbow tie up. Sadistic with a scoop slam on Jury. Jury gets to his feet as Sadistic with a right knocking Jury into the ropes.As Jury comes off the ropes, Sadistic grabs Jury and hits a spine buster. Sadistic to his feet as he hits the ropes and drops an elbow on Jury. Sadistic pulls Jury up with him to his feet. Sadistic grabs Jury and hits a snap suplex taking him to the mat. Sadistic gets to his feet as Jury gets to his feet slower.
Sadistic comes in at Jury. Jury with a drop toe hold on Sadistic as his neck hits the bottom rope. Jury rolls Sadistic up, but Sadistic kicks out before the referee could even gets down to count. Jury and Sadistic get to their feet. Jury with a left and a right and then picks him up and drops him on his knee and flipping him to the mat. Jury gets to his feet as he drops a leg drop on Sadistic.
Jury now tags in Judge.
Judge helps Sadistic to his feet to send him into the ropes. Judge bends down but Sadistic runs past him. Judge turns around as Sadistic catches him with a forearm smash off the other set of ropes. Sadistic on his knees as Judge rolls off his back to his stomach as they both start getting up. Sadistic and Judge gets back to their feet as they begin slugging it out. Sadistic puts a knee to the sternum of Judge, and then grabs his head and hits a swinging neck breaker. Sadistic goes for the cover: 1...2…
Jerry Andrews: Kickout by Judge!
Judge is slowly to his feet as Sadistic gets to his feet. Sadistic and Judge lock up again. Judge sends Sadistic into the corner. Judge runs and nails a closeline on Sadistic as he comes walking out of the corner. Judge climbs the second rope as Sadistic turns around. Judge with a front drop kick knocking Sadistic back across the ring. Judge is up again to his feet as he walks over to Sadistic and grabs Sadistic’s head. Sadistic with a resistance on getting up as Judge finally gets to his feet as Judge goes for a move, Sadistic picks him up and shoulder slams him to the mat as Sadistic rolls off Judge as Judge is holding is stomach.
Jerry Andrews: Wow, Sadistic with a big move to stop Judge’s momentum.
Ace Anderson: That's why he's the world champion!
Sadistic gets back to his feet as he grabs the legs of Judge and spreads them as he stomps on the sternum of Judge. Sadistic then drops an elbow on the left leg of Judge as he wrenches it. The referee asks Judge if he gives up, but declines. Judge kicks Sadistic off him as he slowly gets to his feet.
Judge manages to tag Jury back into the match.
Sadistic catches Jury with a close line as he enters the ring. Sadistic grabs Jury and pulls him up as he grabs him and hits a fall away slam.
Jerry Andrews: Sadistic is certainly impressive in this match.
Sadistic now tags in Michael Wryght. Wryght enters the ring, but Jury drops him with a big right hand. He then hits an elbow drop. Jury throws Wryght into the corner. He charges at him, but Showtime dodges out of the way! However, Jury tags in Eira! Eira comes into the ring on fire, unloading on Showtime! He's staggered and he backs up into the corner, tagging in Sadistic.
Eira either doesn't notice or she doesn't care and she continues to unload on Wryght. Sadistic enters the ring and puts a stop to her attack, hitting her in the spine with a big elbow. He then drops her with a backbreaker. Sadistic drops an elbow, but Eira rolls out of the way. She then tags in Judge! Judge is in and him and Sadistic start trading shots! Judge drops him with a right hand! He goes for a cover... but Michael Wryght breaks it up! This sends Eira back in the ring!
Jerry Andrews: Oh man, this is falling apart!
Eira and Showtime battle over the ropes and onto the outside! They hit the floor but get right back up and continue unloading on one another! Inside the ring, Judge throws Sadistic into the Saints's corner. He tags in Jury and the two men start unloading on the World Champion before the referee breaks it up.
Ace Anderson: Sadistic is all alone now and he's being brutalized by the Saints!
The referee breaks up the double team, but the damage has been done. Sadistic is down on the mat. Jury goes for a cover:
1....
2.....
Somehow Michael Wryght slides into the ring and breaks up the cover right before three! Eira charges in after him and now all five competitors are in the ring!
Ace Anderson: This is out of control!
Jerry Andrews: Wait... here comes Grimm!
Grimm has made his way down to the ring! Manny Cruz is busy with Showtime and Eira and he doesn't see the number one contender enter the ring! Judge does however and he attacks Grimm! Sadistic hits Judge from behind, stopping the assault. Jury grabs Sadistic. Grimm swings at him, but Jury dodges it and Grimm clocks Sadistic right in the side of the head!
Jerry Andrews: Grimm just slugged Sadistic!
Ace Anderson: It was an accident!
Jerry Andrews: It still happened!
Eira and Showtime are outside of the ring again, battling it out! Judge charges at Grimm with a clothesline and the two fall over the top ropes and now they're on the outside as well! Jury covers Sadistic!
1...
2....
3!!!
Jerry Andrews: It's over!
Ace Anderson: Jury just pinned the world champion!
Jerry Andrews: Yeah, thanks to a big mistake by Grimm!
Winners: Eira, Judge & Jury [Jury pins Sadistic]
Eira and Showtime continue to battle it out, eventually disappearing over the security rail and into the crowd. The Saints raise their arms in the air and leave the ringside area in victory. Sadistic is left in the ring. Grimm slowly gets up and he joins him there. Grimm helps Sadistic up, but Sadistic shoves him away!
Jerry Andrews: Woah!
Grimm shoots back a look of anger. Sadistic takes an aggressive step towards him. Grimm does not back down. The two brothers stand face-to-face.
Ace Anderson: Fireworks could explode here folks!
Suddenly, Justin Michaels comes sprinting down to the ring! He gets in between Sadistic and Grimm, backing them up. He then walks over and says a few words to Sadistic. He does the same to Grimm. Both men nod. Stormm sticks out his black gloved hand. Sadistic bumps it. So does Grimm. The three men nod and then walk back up the ramp together.
Jerry Andrews: Well, I guess Stormm temporarily suspended his protest to play peacekeeper.
Ace Anderson: And it looked like it worked.
(Open scene: Wind blows gracefully in an average American park. The camera focuses in on red bench with concrete sides that sits adjacent to a winding sidewalk. Multicolored leaves rustle and float off into the breeze.)
You the people deserve more.
(Booms a voice as a shadowed square falls over the perfect park. To join the menacing voice the words appear in bold white lettering.)
You have suffered long enough through inadequate and incompetent leadership.
Isn't it time you woke up and took back what is yours.
It's time for you to make your voices heard and demand what you deserve.
You deserve a real President that puts your before his own selfish needs.
You deserve Michael Wryght.
A President for the people, by the people.
Isn't it time you woke up and took back what is yours.
It's time for you to make your voices heard and demand what you deserve.
You deserve a real President that puts your before his own selfish needs.
You deserve Michael Wryght.
A President for the people, by the people.
(The scene fades to black and reappear with a picture of Michael Wryght looking out it towards the universe. His voice carries the next message)
"I am Michael Wryght and I approve this message."
(A much quicker voice concludes with)
This message has be brought to you by Michael Wryght for President.
(Fin)
Jerry Andrews: Well, we're back and it's time for the second match in the North American Title Series.
Ace Anderson: How good have the matches been between these two?
Jerry Andrews: Outstanding.
The arena darkens as the stage fills with a heavy white smoke, the opening chords of 'Light ‘em Up' by Fall Out Boy beginning. Lights strobe through the smoke teasing a shrouded figure standing on the stage. An explosion on the stage clears the smoke as the lights come back up, leaving Justin Kaard posing on the stage, stance staggered with one arm raised in the air.
Kaard strides purposely down the ramp, stopping about half way down as he pumps his fists into the air. Continuing down the ramp, he turns the corner and sprints towards the ring. With a slight leap he slides on his knees along the apron before catching himself and facing the audience. Stepping up and through the ropes he makes a circuit around the ring before bouncing off the far side and sprinting across the rings.
He steps up, balancing himself on the second and third rope while pointing across the audience. Bouncing with the ropes, he jumps back into the ring and waits for his opponent.
Jerry Andrews: And we’ve arrived, Ace. The main event of the evening, the second of five matches scheduled to take place between Non Compos Mentis and Justin Kaard. We’re down one and NCM leads with a victory. How big was that initial victory?
Ace Anderson: HUGE, Jerry. Not ONLY does it give a massive confidence boost to NCM, but it’s unbelievably demoralizing to Justin Kaard. He’s fighting from underneath the momentum that NCM is building. Although, in his case it’s not that uncommon. He’s always fighting from an underdog position or another.
Jerry Andrews: You may have a point there, Ace. This is familiar territory for Justin, but will the 1-0 lead be too much for him to wiggle out from?
Ace Anderson: That’s the beauty of these matches, Jerry! It’s not too much for Kaard. He’s only down ONE, but he has to take tonight’s match as a real chance to dig his heels in. Because if the momentum swings too much, then he’s got to win THREE IN A ROW for the championship. There’s very few competitors that I would give that chance to.
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 as he stares daggers through Justin Kaard across the ring.
Jerry Andrews: So Ace, let’s get down to the nitty-gritty. How’s this match going down, if you’re Justin Kaard looking to make a comeback?
Ace Anderson: Speed. Pure and simple. A full-on blitzkrieg. Kaard needs to be spot on with his offense. Quick strikes, fast paced ... it’s a song and dance he knows all too well. Don’t let NCM dictate the pace of the match, and the pressure is on Kaard tonight. One slip-up is literally all it takes. NCM being who he is, he’d be lucky to get a second chance. Seize the moment, lightning in a bottle, cliche cliche ... profit.
Jerry Andrews: ... you’re good at this.
Ace Anderson: Beyond good. Greatness in the Flesh. Trademarked.
Jerry Andrews: I stand corrected: cheesy. You’re cheesy at this.
The referee has cleared each man. Kaard and NCM are ready, eagerly awaiting the bell like an animal with bleeding steak 15 feet in front of them.
Match Two of Five in the PCW North American Championship Series
NCM leads series 1-0
Non Compos Mentis vs Justin Kaard
Referee: Ty Little
DING DING DING!
It’s a tense moment as both men eyeball each other, almost daring the other to make the opening gambit. A good old-fashioned stand-off. Slowly ... it’s Non Compos Mentis that extricates himself from his corner. Justin Kaard doesn’t even flinch as Non Compos Mentis begins to approach him. Palpable anticipation, thick and sinewy. The fans are on the edge of their seat. NCM is within 3 feet of Justin Kaard ...
... when Justin Kaard rolls out of the ring.
Ace Anderson: Well. Uhm ... THAT was anti-climactic.
Jerry Andrews: Just a little, I’d say.
Ty Little stepping in to restrain NCM, Kaard stares ruefully at Non Compos Mentis as he’s forced to retreat. Mentis backed off, Kaard rolls in and returns to his corner with no hesitation. Kaard’s ready aaaaaaaaaaand ... here we go again. Mentis taking less time to stalk towards Justin Kaard, Kaard is just too quick and rolls out of the ring YET AGAIN before he can be touched.
Jerry Andrews: All right. This is getting a little bit silly.
Ace Anderson: Do you think Justin Kaard is afraid?
Jerry Andrews: Well at THIS point, I’d have to say ....
NCM looking a little more than annoyed, Ty Little backs him away amidst a string of profanities and sharp gestures. The Born Psycho backpedaling, Ty Little turns around to begin counting Justin Kaard out. Kaard, fortunately, breaks the count at one and rolls back into the ring. He’s on his feet for all of one second before NCM reaches him. And again, albeit a little LESS composed looking, Kaard takes a quick turn through the ropes and out of the ring. However ...
... NCM follows ... wait. NCM hits the floor and Kaard has held onto the ropes. That split second of difference is enough for Kaard to take the initiative and ... ASAI MOONSAULT! Kaard drops NCM with a scintillating moonsault, leaving the multiple time champion laid out on the floor as he stands triumphantly over him. Kaard stares out at the crowd and lets fly a double barreled middle finger to the prone NCM and returns to the ring.
Jerry Andrews: It was a trap!
Ace Anderson: Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh. Jesus, you’re slow. And so was NCM. He got impatient and Justin Kaard took advantage of the situation. He used the importance of the match against NCM. Jerry, forget what I said earlier. Kaard’s playing on a much higher level MENTALLY than anyone gave him credit for. The kid’s got chops and he always has but that’s some veteran stuff right there.
Justin Kaard waiting in the ring for NCM, the referee begins the count and the crowd is NOT happy about it.
By the time 6 rolls around, NCM is rolling into the ring and prompting an attack of opportunity from the Adrenaline King. Several well-placed boots to the midsection and sternum, it’s clear that Kaard has a plan. Attack the oxygen supply of the bigger man, he has no chance at powering the machines and it’s a wash. NCM loses. Kaard is stalking his prey now, calculating and calm. The strikes come quick but precise. Surgical quality. As NCM slowly makes his way to his feet, Kaard is ready to pounce ...
NO! As Kaard rushes in, NCM hooks in a quickly snapped off powerslam. Kaard’s incredible reaction time from years of high octane offense allows him to stretch JUST far enough to let his feet hit the ground, avoiding the powerslam altogether whilst NCM is left to fall to the mat on all fours and without a victim. A quick pivot and Kaard attempts a standing moonsault, but NCM drops and rolls to the left and misses the impact. Great back and forth and now it’s Justin Kaard who’s in a bit of trouble. NCM quick to capitalize, he mounts Justin Kaard from the back and attempts to lock in a camel clutch submission.
Grounding the Adrenaline King is the safest bet here. The momentum is picking up and NCM certainly can’t afford to try and match sheer speed with his opponent. That doesn’t mean he can’t match him mentally. Kaard refusing to let his abdomen be forced in an arc towards to the mat, his knees hold him upright just long enough to ward off the brunt of the tension and literally trip NCM backwards onto his back.
The Born Psycho rolling backwards down Justin Kaard’s frame, Kaard endures the pain and holds onto the ankles and waits until NCM hits the mat between his slightly akimbo legs before pushing himself up into a standing position ... rolling backwards into a pinning predicament!
1!
2!
NCM escapes the innovative pin and manages to crawl towards the ropes to safety.
Jerry Andrews: I ... I don’t even know what to call that, Ace.
Ace Anderson: It’s simple, Jerry. It was a ... a really nice set of moves. Naturally.
*crickets*
NCM rushing in, he avoids the incoming leg kick by hopping up and over. Kaard completely out of position to recover with any sort of quickness, NCM trips him to the mat and falls nanoseconds behind his opponent. A pointed elbow to the VERY low midsection prompts a warning from Ty Little. The crowd chuckles, figuring that NCM may have very well gotten away with a cheap shot. Everyone wants to cheer the rebel.
A standard side leglock from the Born Psycho and Justin Kaard is once again grounded and unable to affect his speed demon ways. Can’t get a head of steam when you’re on your back and tied up. Kaard clawing and scratching towards the ropes, it’s several agonizing seconds before Justin can free himself by way of the nearest set of ropes. NCM holding on and jerking, creating great torque on the joint, he remains clasped to the wounded knee before releasing it. The damage has been done and Justin Kaard now finds himself in a very unenviable position. As a wise man once said: “A table with three legs ain’t no good to anybody.”
Now it’s time for NCM to exact his vengeance and get his pound of flesh for earlier. Wading into Justin Kaard who’s leaning against the ropes for support, heavy hands flying from every direction. Some make it through to Kaard’s frame, some are deflected by his instinctive defenses. NCM wailing away with that vaunted brawling he’s always been known for, Kaard pushes him backwards and creates some space between he and NCM. NCM staggering back just a bit, he’s looking at the wounded animal before him and takes off in a dash towards him.
Just as it looks as though NCM is going to spear Justin Kaard out of the ring, Kaard leans back and kicks his feet off the canvas ... narrowly avoiding the spear. NCM hurtling through the ropes, he snags the middle strand as he tumbles out. Retaining his position on the ring apron, Kaard drops to a standing position against the ropes once more. But just when he thinks it’s safe ...
Jerry Andrews: NCM with a sleeper hold type move from the outside. There’s SO much that can go wrong from here!
Ace Anderson: He’s only got a five count, Jerry; he’d better make some magic happen.
Both men struggle for dominance up until the last second until ... OH DEAR GOD!
Justin hooking onto NCM’s neck, Justin manages to get enough leverage to kick into the air with his good leg ... using NCM’s body as a pivot point and fling himself backwards. Up and over the Born Psycho, he retains his grip on the neck as both men go hurtling towards the floor. The landing is sickly and hard to watch. NCM’s head lands square on the ground, whereas Justin Kaard lands tailbone first. It’s a bad situation all around. We’re talking possibilities of concussions, bruised coccyx, compressed spine also known as stingers ... it’s just not a good place for either of them to be in.
With the referee having been instructed on the importance of an actual winner in these matches, he’s less likely to call an end to it. So he does the only thing he can in this instance: he begins the ten count.
1!
2!
3!
Jerry Andrews: Both men are slow to recover, but it looks as though NCM is managing to get to his feet first, Ace! He many be in a daze, but he looks as though he’s able to move and walk a little better than Justin Kaard right now!
Ace Anderson: Good point, Jerry but how much damage has been done to the brain and skull of NCM? That’s the SCARY damage to the body right there. The stuff that messes with your cognitive functions.
6!
7!
NCM is climbing onto the ring apron with Justin Kaard limping and nipping at his heels. NCM throwing a kick back to give him time to re-enter the ring undisturbed, Justin staggers back at nine and takes a running dash .. everything he has left and dives into the ring! Catching NCM’s legs as he goes, NCM becomes unglued from the apron and takes another terrifying fall backwards to the floor below ...
10!!!!
Leaving Justin Kaard in the ring all alone at the sound of the ten count. Ty Little having no choice, he signals for the bell and Justin Kaard has won the second match of the best of five series!
Winner: Justin Kaard by count-out
Jerry Andrews: Ace, The Adrenaline King has tied it up at one a piece!
Ace Anderson: He wanted it more tonight. A lot of people will say that he stole one, that he didn’t really earn it. Well with the damage he took and the damage he DISHED OUT? I’d say he earned every bit of it. It also makes the rest of the series a whole lot more interesting. How will these two come back from such a hard-hitting match?
Jerry Andrews: We’ve got trainers and emergency technicians in the ring checking on both men, but we are out of time for this edition of Tuesday Night Trauma. Be sure to check pcwrestling.org for updates on the condition of both Justin Kaard AND Non Compos Mentis before the next live broadcast. I’m Jerry Andrews and for Ace Anderson, good night!
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