Trauma 188 Results!

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Thursday, March 3rd, 2016

Ace Anderson: Good EVENING, ladies and gentlemen! I am Ace Anderson for Pure Class Wrestling ready to bring YOU another great show!

Jerry Andrews: Those classes have really been paying off, huh?

Ace Anderson: It’s all about professionalism, Jerry Andrews who failed to introduce himself at the outset of the broadcast.

Jerry Andrews: Hey, they know who I am, I’ve been here longer!

Ace Anderson: I’m telling you, man, professionalism.

Jerry Andrews: And I’M Jerry Andrews broadcasting live from the PCW Arena to bring you the first episode of Trauma to appear in our new Thursday night air time!

Ace Anderson: First things first, we’re going to open up the show with a match between our PR guy Dan Fierce and new sign-on Raven Hex!

Jerry Andrews: We saw a bit of Hex last Trauma, her having abducted Fierce at the behest of Nathan Saniti!

Ace Anderson: Nathan seems a bit more normal now - or as normal as he gets, anyway, so hopefully this will be the last of him absconding with PCW staff.

Jerry Andrews: Afraid you’ll be next?

Ace Anderson: Hey, you’re an easier target than I am!

Jerry Andrews: Ah-ah-ah, Ace, professionalism, remember?

Ace Anderson: Hey, if you're gonna be like that, fine. You can take that professionalism and shove it up your -

Jerry Andrews: Hey! I just got notification that we've got something special to kick off the show tonight - and here it is!

"Glamorous," by Fergie enlivens the crowd to kick off the show! But the Fierce Once blasts through the curtain with a scowl on his face and purpose to his step. He doesn't even acknowledge the glitter cannons as they fire from each corner. His painted mask does nothing to hide the anger in his face.

Jerry Andrews: Looks like Dan Fierce might have something on his mind.

Ace Anderson: A bad haircut?

Jerry Andrews: Will you stop?

Ace Anderson: Maybe someone stole his Abercrombie and Fitch catalog.

Jerry Andrews: STAHP!

Dan grabs a mic from an attendant with a nod. He allows the audience to quiet down before he speaks.

Dan: I have to apologize up front, kiddies. Momma. Ain't. Happy. I'm not happy, not one little bit. for those who might have missed it, I didn't even have time to relish in my first match back in the squared circle in over five years. Here's what happened.

Dan motions to the big screen as the PCW-tron blazes to life, showing a video clip of last Trauma's Glam Slam.

Dan: Speaking of your choking Kelli out, do you really think it was wise to put yourself directly in Nathan Saniti's crosshairs? I mean, he DEMANDED a No Hold Barred match with you tonight.

Alexa: I'm not afraid of him or his cheap parlor tricks. In fact I look forward to finishing off him and putting both members of Psychedelica in the ICU and on the injured list. Then, and only then, will I consider my work complete.

Dan: One more question. Will the Shaw Brothers be a factor in tonight's match? It IS No Holds Barred, after all.

Alexa: Well...

This time, Dan interrupts her.

Dan: Actually, let me answer that for you, sweetie.

Dan points to the PCW-Tron, where a video of a woman in torn jeans, biker boots, and platinum hair with bright green streaks peeking out of a black hoodie is sitting on top of a bound and gagged ...Dan Fierce!? The rather unhinged-looking woman gently rakes her prosthetic claws across Dan's face.

Dan studies the final image, his lips pursed in rage.

Dan: Now, I know a lot of you might not know just who that little toe-headed, bottle highlighted, sleazy, bimbo might be, but I know her. I know her all too well. And I'm gonna call her out. Right. Now. RAVEN HEX! RAVEN HEX, GET YOUR SKINNY EXCUSE FOR A BACKSIDE DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!

The bone-chilling opening of "Black No. 1," by Type O Negative, plays on the speakers and the lights dim to practically nothing. Small ancient gas lanterns flicker to life along the ramp to the ring and the crowd has an excited murmur to it as the curtain parts and Raven Hex enters the arena. The reaction is mixed, some knowing her past, while others just knowing her from her brief debut appearance on the last show. Her black and green hood is over her head and she looks out at the crowd from beneath the platinum blonde hair that cascades out from beneath it. She wears a tattered and bloodied puffy skirt that reaches down to her knees, with black and green knee high socks and her heavy black biker boots on. She has an absent minded strut to her walk as she walks between the flickering lanterns, her eyes wandering to nowhere in particular as he clawed fingertips tap along her face. When she gets to the ring, the lights return to normal and her eyes finally rest upon Fierce, as if just noticing him. She looks mildly annoyed at first, as if his appearance has ruined her day, but then she smiles a broad toothy grin and leaps up onto apron, using the top rope as leverage as she vaults over it into the ring, landing right in front of him, her silver talons writhing at her sides as she surveys him like a curious puppy.

Jerry Andrews: She gives me the creeps.

Ace Anderson: She makes Alexa Black look well adjusted.

An unimpressed Dan Fierce lets her finish her schtick as the light come up. Raven plays coy, swishing her hips as her eyes meet an enraged Fierce.

Dan: "Look, I'm all for fun and games, chips, dips, chains, and whips, but I like a little forewarning. What the hell did you think you were doing last week when your ass tied me up like that?"

Raven doesn't answer at first, she merely nibbles on the talon on her index finger, looking Dan up and down once, then twice, before shrugging.

Raven: "First of all, sweetie, all my ASS was doing was sitting on you, which is kind of pathetic, letting a hundred-sum pound girl merely squish you into submission. But seeing that you are so keen to figure out the why, it's quite simple. I needed a job. Nathan Saniti gave me one. He told me he could get me into PCW in exchange for services rendered. Isolating and impeding you, while fun and quite effortless, was just a means to an end. And obviously, Nate held his end of the bargain because I'm right here."

Dan: "Why the hell are you even here? I mean, seriously... Are you stalking me or something?"

Raven tilts her head back and cackles before lowering her hood and shaking out her hair. Her smile fades and she gets chest to chest with Dan, looking up into his eyes.

Raven: "Please, Danny, don't flatter yourself. While you may be somewhat of a household name here with this ridiculous show and your false bravado, I remember what you were. What you ARE..."

Her free hand runs up the side of his face and then downward, one of the talons drawing a slight amount of blood, causing him to wince and grow visibly ticked off.

Raven: "...and what you ARE...is simply put...nothing."

A trickle of blood pools on Dan's cheek before the drop begins its decent. Fierce reaches up, wiping it away with a mixed look of rage and horror, a look that draws another cackle from Raven. Fierce becomes wide-eyed with fury as wordlessly he smacks Hex across the cheek hard enough to make her head spin. Her laughter stops briefly, but as she slowly turns back to face her assailant, her rictus grin has returned, sending chills into the atmosphere.

Hex doubles her fist, her expression unchanging, belting Fierce right in the kisser. Dan and Raven begin trading...

Jerry Andrews: FISTICUFFS!

Ace Anderson: Wrong people, you nimrod.

Suddenly, "Gold on the Ceiling," by the Black Keys interrupts the duo's scrapping. Both people look to the top of the ramp as "Mr. Showtime" Michael Wryght pops through to a cheering crowd. He lets the music and fanfare die down before speaking.

"It's obvious to me we are at a bit of a disadvantage here with Mr. Fierce and Miss Hex. You two have introduced yourselves to the PCW Faithful, yet we barely know anything about either of you. And you two OBVIOUSLY know all about each other."

He pauses, mostly for dramatic effect, the audience knowing exactly where this conversation is leading.

"...With that said, we can’t have our Public Relations staffer throwing punches mid-interview with his Slam guest. So, here's what I propose. Dan, since you and Raven are fairly new here, yet both of you are veterans to each other, let's see what each of you can do.”

Another dramatic pause as the crowd cheers for the upcoming match, appetites whetted by the pregame fighting.

“...Right now. In my capacity as Pure Class Wrestling’s President, I’m ending tonight’s Glam Slam and you two will head to the ring to begin!”

The audience pops its approval as Little moves to the ring, both Fierce and Hex nod their own agreement as they separate to make room for the referee. He wastes no time in checking the combatants, forcing Raven to remove her prosthetic nails. Showtime smiles broadly. The ref calls for the bell as Wryght exits back to the back stage.

Match One
Singles Match
Raven Hex vs Dan Fierce
Referee: Ty Little Jr.

Dan and Hex circle each other, each hungry to make a statement. They close in for a tie-up, but Raven ducks under it, kneeing Fierce in the breadbasket. She spins Dan's arm behind him in a chicken wing. The Fabulous One yelps in surprise, but quickly uses the extra 70 pounds he has over his opponent to back her hard into a corner. She releases her grip after Fierce's second attempt to meld her to the turnbuckles.

Fierce collects Hex, Irish whipping her to the opposite corner. The Pretty Psycho wilts in the corner as Dan rushes for a bronco buster. NO ONE HOME! Hex rolls out of the ring just in a nick of time as Dan comes down on his tail bone. He gets slowly to his feet, nursing his tender posterior. Raven slides back into the ring behind Fierce, connecting with a missile drop kick that causes her opponent to block the top rope with his throat. As Dan lays draped over the second rope, Raven scales the corner, leaping off, straddling his back.

Ace Anderson: Bet that's the first time a woman has rode Fierce.

Jerry Andrews: Did you miss your medication again tonight?

Ace Anderson: So the bareback jokes are out then?

Fierce yowls in pain as Hex adds to the impact with her own version of the bronco buster, working on his back. Finally, she dismounts her target, running the ropes and putting the coup de grace with a lionsault. Raven yanks him unceremoniously off the ropes and into the center of the ring.

Jerry Andrews: She's going for an early victory!

Ace Anderson: Nope! Ref only got a two count.

Jerry Andrews: You showed restraint. I'm impressed.

Ace Anderson: The night's young.

Hex slaps the mat, screaming at the ref in protest. Undaunted, she decides to pull Dan to his feet, slinging him to the ropes. Raven rebounds off of the opposite side, meeting Fierce in the middle with a Lou Thesz press. Hex smashes Fierce back to the mat, a flurry of punches hitting their mark. Unsatisfied with mere FISTICUFFS, Raven wraps her dainty hands around Dan's windpipe. Little admonishes her for the illegal move, counting down to disqualification, but the wily woman breaks the hold in time.

Raven pulls Dan to his feet once again before charging the ropes for momentum. GLITTER BOMB! Dan hooks the legs as he sits on Raven's ample chest.

..1!

..2!

.. - KICKOUT!

Dan scrambles to his feet, a fistful of Hex's blonde and green locks in his grip. Connecting with a series of European forearms, he drives her to the corner. He begins groping her chest, then gets a distasteful look in his eyes. After getting over the momentary revulsion, he hits with a few "Woo"- worthy knife edge chops. Wringing her arm, he pulls her from the corner with a snap lariat. He gathers her from the mat and spins her around as he scales the second turnbuckle.

Ace Anderson: He's going for the Makeover!

Jerry Andrews: Raven is too quick. She bolted right out of the ring.

Ty Little starts to count as Hex gathers her thoughts. Raven circles the ring as Dan is chomping at the bit for her to get back in. Hex slides in long enough to break the count before retreating out of Dan's grasp. The zebra restarts the count as Raven shakes the cobwebs some more. She starts to slide back in again, but this time, Fierce manages to snatch her hair to keep her from continuing the mind games. He yanks her to her feet. Raven jabs at pressure points on Dan's body, causing him to back away in agony. She backs him towards a corner. LILLITH STABS! The Fabulous One hits the mat as Little Miss Scare All scales the turnbuckles.

Jerry Andrews: Raven's Nest!

Ace Anderson: NO! Fierce got his knees up.

Thinking quickly, Dan gathers Raven for a second attempt at his finisher. MAKEOVER! This one's done!

...1!

...2!

...3!

Winner: "The Fabulous One" Dan Fierce!

Jerry Andrews: And we’re BACK ladies and gentlemen, ready to go into the next match of the night featuring a three way competition between -

Ace Anderson: Wait, no. Jerry, what’re you doing? Aren’t you going to tell them?

Jerry Andrews: We TALKED about this, Ace!

Ace Anderson: And I said we should tell them! They know the card, it was on all the promotional material!

Jerry Andrews: There was... an incident. So! On to the next match, we have Alexa Black and -

Ace Anderson: JERRY. We have footage - they’re still recording. Show them what’s going on!

Jerry Andrews: Fine. Ladies and gentlemen, please be advised that the following live material is not for sensitive viewers.

The PCWTron lights up, frantic, masculine screams screeching out of the loudspeakers before the picture even focuses, the camera jostled by another med tech running to the scene! Confusion and chaos reign for a few moments, nothing but the backs of PCW medical technicians visible until one of them looks over his shoulder and bellows to someone further down the hallway.

“Get us some bolt cutters - we’ll have to cut him out!!”

More voices chime in as the yowling continues, the techs moving just enough for the camera to catch the scene - the scene of a pert, nude, well muscled male backside somehow wedged into a half-folded steel chair!

“Just a moment, Mr. Stone, let’s try one more time to -”

The medic tugs at the chair, only to elicit a blood curdling howl from Sebastian - impressive lung capacity for all he’s face down, ass up.

“DON’T MOVE THE CHAIR, YOU IDIOT, YOU’RE GOING TO TEAR IT ALL CLEAN OFF!”

An irritated Michael Wryght appears on the scene, taking one wide-eyed look before staring straight into the camera.

“Turn that thing off - and tell Grimm I need to speak to him after the show.”

Showtime’s hand covers the camera lens as another shriek lacerates the air in the Arena, just before the feed goes dark.


Ace Anderson: Oh wow.

Jerry Andrews: I TOLD you we shouldn’t have shown them!

Ace Anderson: That just. Wow.

Jerry Andrews: I’m not going to sit right for a week.

Ace Anderson: He’s not going to pee straight for an ever - I think Grimm may have just ended BOTH of Stone’s careers!

Jerry Andrews: Not to mention his love life.

Ace Anderson: So um. The next match, then?

Jerry Andrews: Oh, so NOW you want to move on to the next match?

Ace Anderson: Yeah. Yeah I do.

Match Three

Triple Threat Match

Jury vs Alexa Black vs Disco Stud

Referee: Ed Lane

"Hot Stuff," by Donna Summer funks up the PCW Arena, bringing cheers from the fans for the relatively new Disco Stud. Here he comes! Decked out in a white leisure suit with wide lapels and rhinestones, he struts down the runway towards the ring. After climbing in the ring, he boogies down a bit more to the approval of the onlookers before removing his top and preparing for the real dance to come.

Just as Disco settles in, "Heaven Knows," by The Pretty Reckless causes the fans to get riled up again. The arena turns red and black as the bells of the song toll the entrance of Cory "Jury" Steel. He erupts through the curtain as the fans shower him with appreciation. Walking briskly down the ramp, he stops mid-way to glance over the peanut gallery with his cold, steely eyes before joining the Stud in the ring.

As if a black cloud appeared over the entirety of the gathered Faithful, In This Moment's "Black Widow" brings then to a near foaming frenzy of fury as Alexa Black bursts through the curtain. Her body is riddled with scars and scratches from her recent wars.

Jerry Andrews: Black and Saniti had one helluva match on Trauma 187, and she's showing a whole lot of wear and tear.

Ace Anderson: Yep, but knowing Alexa, she's gonna be out for a little blood just to make herself feel better.

The crowd greets their favorite heel with a shower of rubbish and chorus of jeers as she drinks in the atmosphere towards the squared circle.

Ed Lane requests that the three combatants meet in the center for some instruction, but Black just sneers, kicking Disco squarely in the gut, doubling him over. Alexa goes to collect him, but Jury uses his strength to shove her clean away. The ref shrugs, calling to start the match. An enraged Black charges Steel, trading blow for blow with the taller and much heavier man. Black pastes Jury with a haymaker right hook that staggers Jury back a few steps into the corner.

As Cory checks his face for contusions with an appreciative nod, Black hauls it into high gear, running full steam at Jury. Completely forgetting about the third man in the ring, Black kisses the mat from Disco's Night Fever toe hold. Seizing the opportunity, the Studly One jives over to the ropes and back, dropping a leg across the back of Alexa's head.

Taking a cue from Disco, Jury scales the second turnbuckle, leaping off with an elbow between Black's shoulder blades. Disco rebounds off of the ropes as Steel gets up, shuffles his feet and jives his hands, steadily readying himself for another leg drop.

Ace Anderson: Jury has seen enough!

Jerry Andrews: Ooh! What a boot to the Stud's face by Steel!

Disco got on down... to the floor outside. Jury ignores the newcomer, yanking Black to her feet, but she was waiting for him with a thumb to the eye! Cory reels, but Alexa isn't giving him room to breathe. She rushes in, introducing Steel's face to the bottom of her boot. The Angry Amazon hefts Jury onto her shoulders, planting him down hard in the middle of the ring.

Jerry Andrews: Impressive show of strength by Alexa Black.

Ace Anderson: You shouldn't talk about her like that.

Jerry Andrews: *bewildered* You know that was a compliment, right?

Ace Anderson: If I were you, I'd stop talking.

Jerry Andrews: If you were me, you'd have an I.Q.

Alexa pulls Jury to his feet, marching him over for a face-first introduction to the top turnbuckle. Several times. Guiding him back towards the center in a headlock, the Angry Amazon plants Jury with a bulldog. Exploding back to her feet, she begins brutally stomping Steel. Disco slides in, but he gets noticed by the Black Widow. Bellowing a blood-curdling scream at the Dancing Man, Disco decides discretion is the better part of valor, leaving the ring to Alexa and Jury once again.

Jerry Andrews: Is Disco Stud leaving?

Ace Anderson: Better to live and fight another day. Or in Disco's case, live and jive.

While the fans aren't too wild about the newcomer's decision, the action keeps up in the ring. Black stands her foe up, but he clocks her with a forearm to the mush. Keeping up the assault, Jury drives back the Madwoman to the rope, using his strength for an Irish whip. Steel's gives Alexa a taste of his generously sized foot, driving her down to the mat with a thud. Wasting no time, he stand her upright and slings her to the ropes, catching her in the rebound with a spear.

Jury launches Alexa to the corner with authority. Letting out a crowd-pleasing yowl, he charges his adversary, but Alexa pulls the ref into the path!

Jerry Andrews: Lane is down!

Steel kneels to check on the zebra. As he stands back up, Black kicks him in the meat and potatoes. Doubling over, as anyone would, Jury collapses to the mat while Alexa cackles loudly. The Angry Amazon delivers a few nasty stomps to the back of Steel's noggin. She picks up the much heavier man, slamming him down with a bone-crushing sit-out power bomb. Black goes for the cover, but he ref is still out. Slapping the mat in frustration, Alexa gets up to shake Lane like a rag doll.

The ref begins to stir a bit, so Black spins Jury onto his stomach, barring the arm in an omoplata. She cinches it in as Jury yelp in agony. The crowd begins to chant, lending Steel their energy.

JURY! JURY! JURY!

Jury gets his feet under him, straining to stand as Alexa keeps the pressure on his limb, bringing her up in the air. In a last ditch desperate move, he slams all of his weight down onto Alexa, breaking the hold. The crowd cheers wildly as he becomes vertical, windmilling his arm to get it to work again. A serious look on his face, he waits for Black to stand, hitting her with a shower of ham-sized fists.

Ace Anderson: Steel Hands!

The stunned Alexa stands center ring, nearly out on her feet from the move. Jury gets behind her, putting her up on his massive shoulders.

Jerry Andrews: Looks like he's going for the Sickest Kill! Here's the cover, but the ref is still groggy!

Ace Anderson: Wait... Who is that coming out of the crowd behind Steel?

Jerry Andrews: I - I'm not sure...

An unknown woman defies security, blasting past the guard rail and into the ring, clipping Jury's knee from behind! The freed Alexa gets to her feet, joining the newcomer in stomping a mud hole in Steel. Black and the new gal continue to work Jury over, focusing on his knee.

HERE COMES NCM!

The Born Psycho hits the ring with an explosion of force, trading blows with both of the women just as the ref comes to long enough to assess the situation and call for the bell. NCM manages to cause the ladies to evacuate the ring, but the ref's decision has been made and the damage has been done.

Winner: The ref has ruled this contest a DOUBLE DISQUALIFICATION!

Ace Anderson: So wait - what the hell actually happened there? Who the hell is that and why is she HUGGING ALEXA BLACK!?

Sure enough, Alexa Black is giving the newcomer a big ol’ hug. WITHOUT hurting her. The two women smile at each other and head backstage! Ace turns to Jerry, but he has one hand up to his earpiece, holding the other hand up in the classic “one minute” gesture.

Jerry Andrews: But it’s an Underground - oh. Oh I see. She’s - wait, she IS?!

Ace Anderson: Anything you want to share with the rest of the class?

Jerry Andrews: Just to clear up any potential confusion our viewers may have, a disqualification is STILL possible in an Underground match.

Ace Anderson: The entire DIVISION is no DQ, how do you figure that works?

Jerry Andrews: Apparently if there’s interference from talent that wasn’t booked in the match, it’s still DQ worthy.

Ace Anderson: But hasn’t that happened in the past? I could have sworn there was this one time -

Jerry Andrews: At band camp? I don’t know if it’s happened before, but it’s been ruled that it won’t happen again. Besides, this wasn’t actually an Underground match!

Ace Anderson: Say again?

Jerry Andrews: It wasn’t on the card as an Underground match, right?

Ace Anderson: Yeah... but...

Jerry Andrews: Nope, that’s all there is to it. If it’s not written on the card, it’s not what we’re gonna see unless brass decides otherwise.

Ace Anderson: I see. *embarrassed cough* So who’s the newcomer?

Jerry Andrews: A new sign-on by the name of - get this - Baby Jenks. Also known as Angelina Steinburg. Also known as the sister to Alexandria Steinburg. Who is also known as -

Ace Anderson: ALEXA BLACK!? You can’t POSSIBLY be telling me that she’s Alexa’s -

Jerry Andrews: Baby sister. Yup.

Ace Anderson: Jesus lap-dancing Christ.

Jerry Andrews: Your church must be a lot more fun than mine.

Ace Anderson: And on THAT note, here's a shiny new commercial break - followed by the next match of Trauma 188! Keep it here, folks!

A camera comes to life inside one of the random non-descript rooms deep within the bowels of the PCW Arena. Murmuring can be heard as the equipment warms up (yeah, we still use the occasional analog gadget – what of it?), and once everything is a ‘go’ both those in attendance and at home can make out two familiar figures already in the middle of a conversation. One, he of the red hair and beard, appearing as if a raging inferno has encircled his head like a wreath, stands with arms crossed. The other, slightly smaller in stature, stands across from him with his hands on his hips. The Hangtown Horror’s voice is heard in its entirety first.

“…I understand that, Justin, and I know we have our history. But we’re partners, and tonight it’s in our best interests if you reign in the Adrenaline King, even if only for a little bit.”

Grimm, PCW World Champion, can’t mask the glance lingering on his partner’s knee brace. Justin Kaard shakes his head and looks up at the Lord of Misrule.

“I didn’t become both tag team and world champion by playing it safe. After all…” Kaard crosses his arms in an ‘X’ between the two of them, displaying the black and red wrist guards declaring himself the ‘Adrenaline’ ‘King’, just in case anyone had forgotten.

Grimm tilts his head and shrugs. “Okay, so don’t play it safe.” Leaning forward with narrowed eyes, he follows up with, “But play it smart.We’re facing the current tag team champions and a couple of old school technicians at their finest. I don’t need you flopping around like a drunken spider monkey and completely wrecking yourself out there. We’d be wise to keep our wits about us.”

Now it’s Kaard’s turn to lean in all serious-like.

“Maybe so. But that goes for both of us, Grimm. I don’t want you marching out there with murder on your mind and getting us disqualified. This may be just an exhibition match of sorts, but it is the main event tonight. And I always expect to win.”

A slight nod. “Fair enough. Now…what do you have for us?”

Kaard reaches deep into his trunks and produces a folded piece of paper. He unravels it to reveal a sheet filled with diagrams and schematics, all of which can only be glimpsed briefly before the teammates turn their backs to the camera. It powers down to the whispers of last-minute strategizing.



Ace Anderson: Well, THAT was interesting.

Jerry Andrews: I'm starting to worry for Psychedelica!

Ace Andrews: Aw, c'mon - they're not bad guys. What's the worst that could happen?

Match Four

Underground Tournament Final!

Singles Match

=Q= vs Tyrone “Crazy Boy” Smith

Referee: Charles Lim

The sound of rocket ships can be heard in the background. The low ... but steadily rising rumble of engines. WHOOSH. KSSSSSSSSH. The doors open and ...

... out rolls the FUNK. Q steps out as the music starts, the crowd getting into that fresh, tasty jam. He's smiling and bobbing his head as he walks to the ring in step with the beat. Slapping hands. Kissing babies. Showing off signs dedicated to him, or anything he thinks is creative or noteworthy. The lights pulsate in multi-colored hues. the music kicking into full swing as he finishes his walk to the ringside area.

The atmosphere has shifted from one of combat to one of FUN.

As he enters the ring, he catapults himself over the top rope and rolls in, sprinting towards the hard camera and getting RIGHT in its' focus, shaking it and directing it out to the crowd in attendance ... who are engaging in a party as he waits to start. “Super Soul Fighter” by Lenny Kravitz slowly fades out.

The lights flicker and fade out as the pulsating beats of Dope Star Inc's "10000 Watts of Artificial Pleasure" pops on the PA system. Smoke fills the arena as a figure stands in the middle of it. All the sudden, Crazy Boy comes out of the smoke and pumps a fist in the air. He walks down the entryway and climbs the ropes of the ring. He bounces around the ropes a few times, pumps his fist in the air one last time, “1000 Watts Of Artificial Pleasure” slowly fades out. Charles Lim signals for the bell, and the match begins!

The two meet in the middle of the ring, Q is smiling, CB hits the ropes, Q side steps but Smith stops and dropkicks Q down to the mat. Q rolls out to the floor and looks on as Crazy Boy is standing and ready for more action. Q slides into the ring and the two lock up, Crazy Boy quickly scoops up his opponent and slams Q. Q is back up and put back down with a drop down toe hold, Q rolls out of the ring, hops over the rail and sits down in a fans chair, as they moved out of way. Q picks up the fans popcorn and eats while pondering what to do about Crazy Boy’s quick start.

Ace Anderson: Q must be hungry.

Jerry Andrews: I think Q is trying to collect some thoughts out there.

Q is now back into the ring, Smith comes in with a punch, Q grabs the hand and pulls it back and steps forward to lock up the arm and takes CB down and has the referee is down asking Crazy Boy if he wants to give up, Crazy Boy is in a lot of pain, he pushes Q off of him with his boots, releasing the hold. Now Crazy Boy rolls out to the floor. Q smiles as CB circles the ring and is showing the effects of his wrist. CB grabs a chair, his preferred weapon of choice and slides back into the ring, Smith stops and throws the chair at Q and charges Q, but is met with a chair shot to the head, as Q caught the chair and used it against Crazy Boy.

Jerry Andrews: Well that backfired.

Ace Anderson: Q is great when it comes to countering.

In a surprise move, Q tosses the chair back at Crazy Boy once he got back up to his feet and told him to try again. Smith looks at Q and shrugs his shoulders and comes in once again is taken down in a toe hold, then comes close to striking CB, but he manages to push it out of the ring. Q is up and waiting for Crazy Boy to stand, finally CB is up and Q comes running in and goes for a clothesline, but Smith grabs the arm and drives Q into the mat with a single arm ddt. CB applies an arm bar and the ref is there seeing if Q wants to call it quits. Q fights to a standing base and sends Smith with an irish whip, but drops him with a double leg take down. Q grabs Smith by the legs and spins him around and around until Q lets go of the big swing and Smith goes flying across the ring. After a few moments, Crazy Boy is up and stumbling around, Q is doing the samething, mocking the former two time Pure Class Wrestling North American Champion.

Ace Anderson: Looks like two drunks.

Jerry Andrews: Q does like to have a fun time and the fans are enjoying the mockery.

Smith staggers with a clothesline, but Q pushes his arm down and nails him with an entering throw, sending Smith down and Q follows with a pin and receives a two count. Q applies a reverse chin lock, Crazy Boy tries to fight to his feet, but Q uses the legs and locks in a waistlock, adding more of weight to Smith. CB makes it to the ropes and uses them to assist him back up to his feet and runs backwards to the nearest corner and slams Q into the buckles and does it a second time, but Q hops off and watching Smith ram himself into the buckles. Q is quick on the attack by running in and bringing CB out of the buckles with a monkey flip. Q drops a couple of elbows and covers for a two count.

Ace Anderson: Q got a two count, most likely surprised Crazy Boy with that monkey flip out of the corner.

Jerry Andrews: it isn’t really a move used in this day and age, like it was back in the day.

Q brings up CB and is met with a thumb to the eye; staggering back Q. Crazy Boy sends him into the buckles and flying in with a clothesline. Crazy Boy lands a few good punches and an elbow. Smith exits the ring and checks under the ring and finds a kendo stick. He enters the ring and takes a shot at Q and lands it. Q it’s spun around and Smith wraps the kendo stick around the throat of Q and nails a side Russian leg sweep with it. After a couple of shots to the knee, CB climbs up to the top rope with kendo in hand and takes flight after Q makes it back up, Smith drills Q right between the eyes, Q is down and Crazy Boy scores a fast two count, before the left shoulder is brought up by Q. Crazy Boy brings Q up and levels Q with a neck breaker. Smith eyes the top rope again and makes his way up there and comes off with a frog splash, but Q brings up the knees and CB drops onto them.

Ace Anderson: Crazy Boy is flopping around like a fish out of water.

Jerry Andrews: Q with a nice block of the frog splash, Crazy Boy is definitely feeling those knees Q brought up.

Both are up on their feet, Smith comes in and swings wildly, Q blocks and gives a chop, right inbetween the eyes of Crazy Boy. Two more, are given as Crazy Boy is moved back to the ropes. Q whips Smith to the far side of the ring and catches him with a dropkick that sends Sir Crazy down to the mat. Leg drop by Q and gets a two and a half count. Q brings CB up and lifts him up and executes a backbreaker. Q is moving to the ropes and climbs up to the middle rope and comes down with another chop right into the middle of the forehead of Smith. Two knee drops on CB has his body twitching, Q doesn’t go for the cover, opting to bring Smith up to his feet and Q hits the ropes and comes leaping in, but is caught by Crazy Boy and is now becoming dizzy in an airplane spin, which is followed by a Samoan drop. CB goes for the cover!

...1!

...2!

...

..- kickout!

Jerry Andrews: OHH MAN, Crazy Boy almost pulled that one off with Crazy Airlines

Ace Anderson: Q is known for the quick counter striking, but Smith showed that he has one up his sleeve as well.

Crazy Boy is banging his fist on the mat, knowing that he almost pulled off the championship fall. Smith is up on his feet and makes his way over to Q and grabs the legs of the opponent and is now in a boston crab. Smith is pulling back with all his might, to get the submission. Q is fighting it, after a few moments, Q can’t break out of it and is trying to reach the bottom rope. Q is crawling and fighting the pain that is present. Q is just a fingertip away, as CB pulls Q back to the middle of the ring and drops back down into a sitting position. The pain that Q is showing is now being heard in a yell. Smith is screaming for Q to give it up, the referee is right there asking Q, but Q isn’t giving in. Q is trying to crawl to the bottom rope again, Crazy Boy is losing his footing and it is allowing Q to make it closer and closer. Q made it to the rope, but the Lim is still asking Q if he wants to give it up.

Jerry Andrews: Sorry Q, but a rope break isn’t going to work here.

Ace Anderson: That is right, this is a match with no disqualifications, so there is no need for the referee to count one.

Q has decided to change strategy. Q is now reaching for the middle roe and is now pulling up to the top rope, Crazy Boy cannot hold onto the hold anymore and is flipped off of Q. Q drops back down to the knees, as the hold has taken its toll onto Q. Crazy Boy comes charging in and a tipped over the top rope, but lands on the ring apron. Q takes a couple of steps away from the ropes and Smith sees to go to the buckles and head up top, Q turns around and is nailed with missile dropkick. Q lands on the mat and is now looking up to Crazy Boy, who is on the way over, CB hits the ropes and connects with a scissor kick to the back of Q’s neck, as Q just made it back up. Q slams down hard, but has bounced back up and is getting hit with punches, Crazy Boy lands a few forearms and elbows, Q is rocking and reeling, big boot by Crazy Boy, drops Q. Crazy Boy is heading to the top rope four fifty splash….MISSES!!!!

Ace Anderson: OHH Crazy Boy was looking to finish this match.

Jerry Andrews: Q just moved out of the way of that one. Both looking ripe for the picking.

Ace Anderson: This match is running kind of long, isn’t it?

Jerry Andrews: It was Genesis that had the time limit, Underground goes until they’re done.

Ace Anderson: Pity Sebastian Stone didn’t have this kind of staying power - he over promised and under delivered.

Jerry Andrews: The man got his ... apparatus caught in the workings of a steel chair after what looks like an attempted Snap Crackle Pop on his bare ass-end. Isn’t that enough humiliation for you?

Ace Anderson: Maybe.

Crazy Boy has sprung up from slamming himself too hard onto the mat. Q is up and is exchanging punches with CB. Q gets spun around
with a shot and when met face to face Crazy Boy is blinded by yellow mist. A final desperation move by Q. Smith is trying to wipe the mist out of his eyes; Q is taking this time to rest. Crazy Boy bumps into Q, and spends around with a quick over the shot, Q ducks it, both spin around, Q lands a straight chop to the neck of Crazy Boy, and he’s down and out. Q drops for the cover, Lim counts -

...1!

...2!

...

...3!!

DING DING DING DING!!!!

Winner: =Q= via Pinfall

“Super Soul Fighter” begins as a happily exhausted Q is given the Underground Championship belt by Lim.

Jerry Andrews: Q did it! a new Underground Champion has been crowned.

Ace Anderson: That was a tough loss for Crazy Boy, but he held nothing back and left it all in the ring. Congratulations to Q!

Crazy Boy is up on his hands and knees, looking disgusted that he has lost the match. Q is up celebrating the win, showing off the title to the fans and does a little bit of dancing, until Crazy Boy is up standing next to the champion. Q looks at him and CB does the same to Q. Smith puts out his fist, the crowd is cheering. Q looks around at the crowd and then fist bumps Crazy Boy. CB says “next time” and exits the ring, as Q nods with a big smile and then goes back to celebrating.

Match Five
Singles Match
Michael “Mr. Showtime” Wryght (International ©) vs Non Compos Mentis (North American ©)
Referee: Nigel Gale

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

Jerry Andrews: Welcome back, PCW Faithful! As you can see, we’re JUST getting ready to launch into the second to last match of the night!

Ace Anderson: You're not standing for the President again, Andrews.

Jerry Andrews: He's not the President!

Ace Anderson: Then who the hell is?!

Jerry Andrews: Obama, Barack Obama is the President, Ace!

Ace Anderson: Wait... Obama runs PCW?

Jerry Andrews: Sure, just sit down...

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

Jerry Andrews: Ace, you've got to imagine Mr Showtime has his eyes on a big win here tonight; to beat the man who beat the World Champion just two weeks ago.

Ace Anderson: And he's got to still be smarting from his loss to NCM at the 5 year Anniversary show. A man like Wryght does not forget or forgive a loss like that!

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.

Jerry Andrews: After a shock win on Trauma 187 Non Compos Mentis must be looking to take yet another Champion versus Champion match tonight.

Ace Anderson: You say it was a shock win, but NCM is a Hall of Famer, a Grand Slam Champion... to me that was anything but a shock.

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.

Jerry Andrews: Perhaps you're right, Ace. But tonight NCM has already been involved with Alexa Black and he has to be looking over his shoulder.

Ace Anderson: She's certainly not shy of interjecting herself into matches and NCM has to fight that distraction because Wryght will always take advantage of any openings.

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 the North American Title and passes them to the referee, then readies himself for the match.

Referee Nigel Gale makes sure that both men are ready and calls for the bell. The PCW Faithful make their voices heard as NCM and Mr Showtime comes out of their corners and tentatively scout each other. Both PCW mainstays are too experienced to jump head-first into danger and so they circle around. Wryght makes the first move, pouncing for a takedown but retreats from a left jab. He attempts the move again with the same result but a third double leg takedown brings Mentis down to the ground.

Mr Showtime's superior ground game controls Mentis, leaving him with no leverage or ability to fight back. From the legs, Wryght transitions up and into a Front Chancery, cranking the neck of NCM. The raw power of Mentis is too much to stay down though as he forces his way back up to his feet.

Again Wryght uses his chain wrestling skill and moves from the Front Chancery into a Rear Waist Lock before tripping Mentis and dragging him down to the mat once more. Showtime clamps down on the abdomen of his opponent, driving the air out of him before rolling into a bridging German pin.

...1!

..2 - no!

Mentis rolls his shoulder and lands in a seated position while Wryght holds the Waist Lock. Quickly Wryght swivels again and bridges into a second identical pin.

...1!

...2 - not happening!

Again Mentis rolls out of the pin and back onto his ass with Showtme holding the waist. This time Mentis doesn't wait around for a third pin, he pushes off with his feet and forces himself back up to a vertical base.

Jerry Andrews: Showtime has dominated the start of this context but it'll take a lot more to keep NCM down for good.

Showtime tries to roll NCM back to the mat but the resilient psycho lowers his centre of gravity and renders it useless. Instead Wryght tries to utilise his own power and lifts him off the ground. Mid-German Suplex, Mentis lashes out with a back elbow that catches his opponent clean in the jaw and continues to hit elbows into Showtime's presidential face until he releases his grip.

With his new-found freedom, Mentis hits the ropes and rebounds with a shoulder block that sends Wryght to the mat. Wryght is quickly back to his feet but is again knocked down to the ground with a second running shoulder block. Immediately Mentis stops and jumping into the air, dropping a knee toward Showtime's head... but the presidential nominee moves. He gets to his feet quickly and hits the ropes, but Mentis is ready and opens his arms. Showtime turns and sees what is coming and quickly recoil backwards, all the way to the safety of the outside.

Jerry Andrews: Mentis was looking for the Dum Dum Drop, the move that put away Grimm out of nowhere two weeks ago!

Ace Anderson: But Wryght had it scouted. That's the intellect of a President right there!

Jerry Andrews: You know George W. Bush, right?

Wryght finds his bearings on the outside but NCM is close behind, rolling to the floor and setting off in pursuit of his rival. Showtime sets off around the ring with Mentis is toe, but slides back into the ring. On his way past the ramp, Mentis takes a suspicious look up to the stage before sliding back into the ring after Wryght... and receiving a sharp kick into his ear.

Jerry Andrews: Mentis hesitated for a second and that cost him dearly!

Ace Anderson: He was looking up that ramp, maybe expecting to see Alexa Black up there.

With NCM down on the mat, Showtime pushes his advantage with a series of vicious kicks to the head and body. The assault continues as Wryght props NCM's left leg on the middle rope, springs up and slams down on the knee joint. An audible grunt of pain escapes NCM as Showtime repeats the attack twice more, crippling the knee. Looking to capitalise, Wryght drags Mentis by the leg and tries to hook in a Kneebar in the centre of the ring.

Mentis fights back with his one good leg, kicking out and finally throwing Showtime back across the ring. Both men scramble to their feet and Wryght rushes to keep up his attack but runs straight into a knee to the midsection. Throwing Wryght into the ropes, Mentis sets himself on his good leg and lands a crushing Flapjack on Showtime in the middle of the ring.

After crashing nose-first into the mat, Showtime pushes himself up in a stunned stupor while Mentis tries to shake some feeling back into his leg. Realising he needs to get on top of Wryght, NCM grabs him from behind and throws him overhead for the Backdrop Driver... but Showtime instinctively rolls through and back to his feet behind NCM. Before Mentis knows what has happened, Wryght lands a chop block to the knee.

Jerry Andrews: Back to the knee, and he's not letting go!

Wryght keeps hold of the leg and uses it as a leverage point to lift NCM off the ground before driving him down with a crippling Knee Crusher onto his own leg. Again he doesn't let go and this time twists violently with a Dragon Screw.

Ace Anderson: And still he's not letting go! Wryght's twisting that leg like a pretzel!

Showtime rolls the leg and NCM's body over and sits back into a Single Leg Boston Crab that puts all the pressure on the knee once again. Mentis grunts and grinds his teeth in pain, clawing for the ropes while Referee Gale asks for a submission. There is no answer as Mentis scratches his way, inch by inch across the mat and finally rests a thankful arm on the bottom rope.

Gale makes a count of four before Showtime finally releases the hope and backs off to allow the referee to check on his opponent. When it becomes clear NCM has no intention of giving up yet and starts to use the ropes to climb back up, Showtime moves back in. He grabs the leg again but the belligerent Mentis puts all his effort into pushing back and throws Wryght back into the middle of the ring. Both men get back to their feet and Showtime turns to attack when he gets caught out of nowhere....!

Jerry Andrews: DumDumDrop!

The Spinning Side Slam lands with all the strength NCM has and he struggles over into a pin.

Ace Anderson: That's the move that put Grimm away!

...1!

...2!

...thr - NOT YET!

Showtime gets his shoulder up at the last moment and Nigel Gale shows the clear two count to ringside.

NCM stares at the referee with an expression that appears to be “Didn't you get taught how to count to three at elementary school?” He gets to his feet and again risks a look up the ramp as if still convinced he's being spied on by a Black Widow. Something passes over Mentis, a look of paranoia and anger, and he quickly grabs Showtime and pulls him up.

With authority he throws Showtime into the ropes and begins pounding away with forearms to the face. The onslaught continues with one shot after another and doesn't look like it's going to stop anytime soon before the referee tries to interject.

Jerry Andrews: Something has snapped with NCM!

Ace Anderson: Or maybe it's him saying “I can play the violent psycho too, Alexa."

Gale gets between the two men as much as he can and tries to show discretion instead of disqualifying NCM. The shots finally stop raining down on Wryght and he takes the opportunity while the referee can't see to jab a thumb into the eye of Mentis, sending him recoiling across the ring.

Shaking off the blows, Showtime moves forward and exacts his revenge with a brutal combo of European Uppercuts. They force NCM back into the ropes and each shot after stuns him until Wryght is able to land a Short Arm Clothesline than drops NCM in the middle of the ring. Mentis tries to get to his feet but meets Showtime who sets him up and lands a hard Single Arm DDT!

Rather than go for the pin, Showtime grabs the legs of NCM and tries to wrestle him into position for the trademark Texas Cloverleaf submission.

Jerry Andrews: Spotlight... but he can't quite lock it in.

Ace Anderson: NCM won't go down without a fight!

NCM pushes back hand but Showtime keeps hold of the legs this time and continues to try to lock in the submission. Wryght hooks his leg through and out of complete desperation Mentis reaches up and grabs his opponent's head, pulling him down into a Small Package pin.

...1!

...2!

THR - NO!

Both men tiredly get to their feet but Showtime is the first to react and puts NCM into a Reverse DDT and hooks the arm.

Jerry Andrews: That's the Sweetness...

Showtime rotates into the Stunner and... Mentis breaks free. He grabs Showtime from behind and throws him overhead for another attempt at the Back To Madness. Again Wryght finds a way and rolls through the move, but this time he manages to catch NCM's head in a Reverse DDT on the way through. Before NCM can even react, Showtime hooks the arm and twists before driving NCM down into the Stunner.

Ace Anderson: Sweetness! Showtime hit the Sweetness!

Showtime quickly hooks the leg and pulls back hard for leverage.

...1!

...2!

...

...3!!!

As soon as Nigel Gale's hand hits the mat, Mentis finds the energy to kick out... but it's too little too late!

Winner: Michael “Mr. Showtime" Wryght via Pinfall

Jerry Andrews: Michael Wryght got the win!

Ace Anderson: Only just but only just is good enough for the W!

Showtime quickly takes the high road as soon as Gale hands over the International Title belt, while Mentis is stunned by the loss, hoping that he had kicked out in time. 'Gold on the Ceiling' hits the PA system as Showtime and Perfection high-tail up the ramp with smiles on their faces and a chorus of boos following them. Mentis remains in the ring, clearly frustrated and angered by the narrow loss and his own paranoid distractions.

Main Event
Tag Team Triple Threat Match
Psychedelica (Tag Team ©'s) vs Grimm (World ©) & Justin “The Adrenaline King” Kaard vs East Sutcliffe Gentleman’s Club
_{Referee: Eric Russo}

The crowd is on fire as we return to the ring for the Main Event of the evening!

Jerry Andrews: Ace, we’ve finally made it to the final match of the evening ... and if the rest of the night has been any indication, then we’re going to see some AMAZING action!

Ace Anderson: For once, I’ll actually agree with you Jerry. We’ve crowned a new Underground Champion and we’re about to see a match with the World Champion AND the Tag Team champions, along with possibly one of the most proficient high-flyers in the world AND a very promising up-and-coming tag team ...

Jerry Andrews: Speaking of that tag team, we haven’t really heard much from them in the past week or so. The East Sutcliffe Gentlemen’s Club. Oddly quiet, Ace.

Ace Anderson: Just because they’re not saying much doesn’t mean they’re not planning to come in tonight and shock the world. I mean, actions speak louder than words.

THUMP!

THUMP!

THUMP!

THUMP!

The sound of a hand clapping over a live microphone is quick to interrupt the play-by-play of the announcers. At the top of the stage, flanked by Lewis Hayden and Miles Prescott III, is none other than Reginald Emsworth. The patriarch and ostensibly the mouthpiece of the East Sutcliffe Gentlemen’s Club ... and it looks as though he has something to say.

‘Ladies and gentlemen, for those of you who do NOT know me ... my name is Reginald Emsworth, the ambassador of the East Sutcliffe Gentlemen’s Club and I am here tonight on official business.’ The crowd finds themselves at a loss in response to Emsworth. Well, OBVIOUSLY he’s here on official business. But what does he WANT?

‘On that note, I am tasked with the unfortunate responsibility of informing YOU ... the fans ... that the East Sutcliffe Gentlemen’s Club shall NOT be competing in that ring before you tonight.’ The crowd boos and jeers, letting their displeasure be heard quite vocally. A stray soda bottle whizzes into view and lands harmlessly at Emsworth’s feet.

‘Yes, yes. I can understand your irritation at the situation. A fine contest such as this and I am the bearer of bad news. The fact of the matter is that the South Carolina State Athletic Commission has refused to address the issues of certain individuals abusing foreign items in the confines of that ring and the East Sutcliffe Gentlemen’s Club has in turn refused to put their FUTURES in question by engaging with such ... ruffians. Healthy competition is ONE thing ... hatpins drenched in narcotics and chairs are entirely another.’

The crowd is irate at such talk and Emsworth’s words are nearly drowned out by the vociferous boos.

Ace Anderson: He has a bit of a point, Jerry. A fight’s a fight, but these are young men ... young ATHLETES. They’re not cage fighters; they’re classically and professionally trained WRESTLERS.

Jerry Andrews: I can understand the hesitation, but at what cost? They’re cheating the fans out of what was sure to be a blockbuster match!

Emsworth raises his hands to try and smooth the situation over. ‘I will not slander a company, for obvious legal reasons, but to be named Pure Class Wrestling and to do business so far outside of state and federal regulations is ABSURD; the East Sutcliffe Gentlemen’s Club will not be competing until these egregious issues can be fully and satisfactorily addressed for the health and the well-being of its’ talent.’ Emsworth nods back towards the men who have said not a single word but seem to be in full agreement with his words as they begin to retreat towards the back.

Emsworth hands off the microphone to a nearby stage hand and follows his charges towards the back.

Ace Anderson: ... huh.

Jerry Andrews: I guess he told us. Told us about how he was avoiding being paid an appearance fee, told us of how he’s breaching his Pure Class contract ...

Ace Anderson: Whoa whoa whoa, Jerry. Ease up.

Jerry Andrews: No, Ace. That’s ridiculous. He’s single-handedly put a damper on the Main Event of the evening. I - - wait. I’m being told that the match WILL be continuing, withOUT the East Sutcliffe Gentlemen’s Club. A standard tag team match pitting Psychedelica against the team of the World Champion, Grimm and ‘The Adrenaline King’ Justin Kaard!

Ace Anderson: WHOO! Still an amazing match-up, Jerry! So will you lighten up now?

Jerry Andrews: ... maybe.

Ace Anderson: Good. Now shut up and let’s get this underway!

The arena darkens as the stage fills with a heavy white smoke as the opening chords of 'Light em up' begin. 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 ...

Sparse percussion resonates throughout the arena and is soon joined by a droning, distorted bass line. At that, A Perfect Circle’s ”Counting Bodies Like Sheep to the Rhythm of the War Drums” stomps out of the speakers and marches through the aisles. The drums, the distortion, the voices – all work to herald the arrival of Grimm.

Don’t fret, precious, I’m here. Step away from the window.

He walks out to a single blue-white spotlight, stops to bask in the light and shadows, and scans the crowd. The Lord of Misrule closes his eyes and sighs before making the long walk to the ring, ignoring the fans along the way. The spotlight follows. The words work their way up through the layers of the song as Grimm works his way up the stair to the ring. A veteran in tag team affairs as well as singles’ situations, Grimm knows full well that he and Kaard have to be impeccable in their timing if they hope to stand toe-to-toe with the reigning PCW Tag Team Champions.

"Madness," by Muse livens up the speakers as multi-colored lights of pink, lime green, and purple dance all around the stage. Nathan Saniti is the first to pop from behind the curtain, receiving a mixed reaction from the crowd. He extends his elbow blindly as he smirks his discontent at the audience. Within seconds, a petite arm joins his and the crowd's tune changes to one of adulation as "Dollface" Kelli Starr saunters up to her man. The pair stop at the pinnacle of the ramp and begin to waltz their way down to the ring. As PCW's premiere couple reach the ring, Nathan assists Kelli up the steps and through the ropes.

Ace Anderson: Well this should help the mood of everyone in the arena AND at home. Psychedelica! The reigning tag team champions ... and god, the people LOVE these two, Jerry.

Jerry Andrews: You’re right about that, Ace. The crowd absolutely eats up everything these two do. But look at Grimm and Kaard, Ace. They don’t seem ANY sort of impressed with their antics.

Ace Anderson: Exactly. You said it perfectly: antics. Grimm has NEVER been one for shenaniganry and Kaard ... well ... do you really think Justin Kaard wants to look like he’s taken in by Psychedelica’s quirkiness in front of GRIMM? Psht. I wouldn’t want to believe in electric RAZORS in front of Grimm, let ALONE get tangled up in their opposition!

Jerry Andrews: I’m sure he believes in electric razors. Believes in their existence, at least. He *has* to ...

DING DING DING!

It looks as though Justin Kaard is going to be starting things off for his team, while Nathan Saniti is going to set things off for his team. The two men lock up and Nathan is quick to take control of at the outset. A flash and Justin is out of Nathan’s grip, latching on with his own arm wringer. Nathan doing a little two step himself and he’s back in control. Justing doing everything he can to loosen the hold on his wrist, he moves to the ropes and kicks off of the second strand ... and backflips to return his arm to a normal position, leaving Nathan a bit stunned as Kaard uses the momentum to snap off an arm drag. Sending Nathan rolling across the ring, Justin Kaard gives a sly grin as Nathan shakes and moves his arm in a circle to loosen up the tightened joint.

The two back on equal footing again, a collar and elbow tie up happens again but for only a brief instant as Kaard slips behind Nathan and locks in a waistlock. Nathan moving every which way to escape, it’s forward-ho as he moves to the ropes. Pushing hard against them, Nathan hooks the top rope and bounces back ... Kaard’s grip failing him as he rolls off of the Behatted One, ending up in the center of the ring in a crouched position.

Nathan turning, he manages to catch the tail end of Kaard dashing forward directly at him. A quick step to the side and Kaard is quick to handstand against the ropes ... using the elasticity to propel him backwards and away from Saniti. Saniti following the man, he finds himself right at Kaard’s side as he returns to his feet. Hooking the Adrenaline King’s arm for an attempted hip toss, Kaard reacts with a violent fist to the gut ... doubling the tag team champion over in pain. Laying a leg across the back of Nathan’s neck, he goes to flip up and over but Nathan is much too smart and drops to a knee. There will be no shenaniganry here!

Kaard cares little and still uses Nathan’s neck to help propel himself up and off the ground. Bringing his other leg up, he hooks Nathan’s head and goes for a headscissors. Unfortunately for Nathan, the reduced height affords him no chance to roll through and instead ... he eats the canvas face and head first, since he cannot use the momentum to save himself. The crowd winces as Nathan is pancaked flat to the mat. Kaard smiling with the quick turn of fortune, he stands and mounts Nathan from the rear, sliding his knees under Nathan’s elbows and rolling into a pinning predicament!

1!

2!

Quick two count and Nathan is out of the pinning combination but right at the mercy of Kaard’s quick response time. Kaard dashing in for a running knee, Nathan manages to move out of the way in the nick of time to miss the impact ... following Kaard with a clothesline to the back of the head. The basement shot chock full of impact, Kaard is laid out as Nathan does his best to collect his thoughts; the hurricanrana was enough to knock loose some cobwebs and dust.

Ace Anderson: Some quick back and forth, Jerry. Kaard just a little quicker on the uptake, Nathan is wise to slow the pace of the match to suit his needs.

Kaard realizing he’s in a bit of trouble, he begins to search for his tag team partner in Grimm. As he begins to make his way to his home corner, Grimm outstretches a hand and Kaard goes for it but Nathan is right there to intercept the dive and shoves Kaard straight through the ropes and to the outside. Kaard landing on the ground in a heap, Grimm drops down ... not only having missed the inopportune tag but having to help his partner up. Not so much as giving him a pep talk but standing him up enough to roll him back into the ring. You can hear Grimm call behind to Kaard ‘If you want help, make the tag!’ Whew.

Grimm hopping back onto the canvas, his hand is outstretched and Kaard is quick to go back for a tag but Nathan is right there to drag Kaard back towards the other side of the ring. Kaard fighting every step of the way, Nathan finds himself losing grip of Kaard as he goes to tag in his erstwhile companion and the other half of the Tag Team Champions, Kelli Starr. Kaard going for it, Kelli is quick to springboard in and literally divetackle Justin before he can make it to his partner.

Kaard taken down like a wounded gazelle, Kelli is quick to lay the leather in. Fists and punches and forearms to Kaard’s neck/head and shoulders. She looks eager to get in there and mix it up a bit. Dragging Kaard to his feet, her eagerness gets her into a bit of trouble as she misses a wide haymaker. Kaard ducking underneath it, he manages to sweep the leg and drop Kelli to her back ... following up with a quick elbow drop to the sternum. As he stands yet again, he staggers slightly as he makes a slightly rude gesture to Kelli.

Staggering his way over to his corner, he goes to tag in Grimm (who looks LESS than impressed with Kaard taking the time to taunt Kelli) and Grimm is suddenly in the match and the tone of the contest has suddenly shifted. It’s now Kelli taking on the World Champion in Grimm and the crowd is now extremely interested in this turn of events. Kelli and Grimm facing off, it’s as disparate a pairing as one could ever imagine. Kelli quick to go on the attack, she’s not at ALL interested in locking horns with the Hangtown Horror. Moving in with a serpentine step, she’s quick to lay some heavy shots in but Grimm is just as eager to retaliate with his own venomous punches.

The two trading blows like titans of yore, Grimm begins to get the upper hand until Kelli shoves him away with all her might. Moving back in to press the advantage, Kelli responds with a dropkick to Grimm’s left knee, dropping him to a kneeling position. Quick to strike, Kelli goes for a descending clothesline but Grimm is quick to move just out of Kelli’s arm span ... leaving her diving throat-first onto the bottom rope. Grimm slapping his leg a time or two, he moves to a standing position and backs up with Kelli’s leg in his grip, dragging her away from the ropes. Kelli on her back now, Grimm goes to pick her up when ...

SLAP!

The sound of flesh on flesh and ... Justin Kaard has tagged himself in! Grimm staring up as the Adrenaline King scales the turnbuckle with Kelli in his sights and ... YES! SEATTLE SPACE WALK! Kaard belays himself off the top rope aaaaaaand ... nothing. Kelli with enough wherewithal to avoid the impact, Grimm has a front row seat as Kaard slams violently into the mat with his face. As he rolls over clutching at his chest and stomach, Kelli is on her hands and knees and ... with her right hand, pushes off of the canvas and lets fly the hand! Twisting into an alligator style roll, her right hand weighted with momentum as it comes crashing down onto Justin Kaard’s skull. Between the canvas and the fist, Justin has nowhere to go.

Grimm exiting the ring, Kelli drops across Justin with a pinfall!

1!

2!

... 3!

Grimm is in to kick unenthusiastically at the pinfall attempt but it’s too late and the team of Psychedelica has picked up the win over the World Champion and The Adrenaline King!

Winner(s): Psychedelica; Kelli Starr pins Justin Kaard

Ace Anderson: Wow. So uhm ... wow.

Jerry Andrews: Justin Kaard and Grimm. They really weren’t on the same page, were they Ace?

Ace Anderson: You can see the frustration in Grimm’s eyes, Jerry. He knows full well what it means to be a tag team but Justin Kaard ... honestly, he never really has been one to share the spotlight. And this time? Well, this time it worked against him in the long run. He had a prime opportunity to extend the lead and instead, he chose to try and end it. Didn’t really work out so well.

As Nathan comes in to help Kelli to her feet, eyes locked on Grimm who’s just staring disapprovingly at Justin Kaard as he makes his way towards the back with his World Championship in tow. Kelli and Nathan celebrating their victory in the ring, the crowd fully behind the tag team champions.

Jerry Andrews: Well, I guess that’s all the time we have for tonight Ace! We’ve seen some great action here tonight and there’s been some incredible developments for the pay-per-view! We’ll just have to see when we get there! But for all of us here at the Pure Class arena, I’m Jerry Andrews ... GOODNIGHT!

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 Overview

Dan Fierce d. Raven Hex
Match Two Does Not Happen
Alexa Black, Jury, and Disco Stud in a triple disqualification
Q d. Tyrone Smith
Michael Wryght d. NCM
Psychedelica d. Grimm & Kaard and East Sutcliffe Gentlemen's Club


Thanks to the PCW creative team for their great work this cycle - let's kill it goin' into the PPV!