Living a Legacy VIII Results

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Sunday, May 29th, 2016

As the last of Living a Legacy VIII’s official theme, ”Warriors” by Imagine Dragons slips from the audio the camera feed opens to find Michael Wryght is standing backstage amidst a sea of security. Pure Class security, Greenville police ... the works. He’s holding court, so to speak. The camera operator seems to have stumbled across this impromptu gathering right in the middle, but it’s very apparent that Wryght is deadly serious and the security detail are paying very close attention.

‘ ... it’s that simple. Keep him out, you keep your jobs. I don’t want this night spoiled, I don’t want him here ... he’s NOT going to get what he’s looking for! I won’t give into his demands, I am the acting Pure Class President and I will not bow to ANYONE! I want this place sealed up tighter than a whale’s blowhole. Every entrance ... COVERED. I want six of you to scour the ENTIRE building. Not just the dark corners, not just where you THINK he’ll be. EVERYWHERE. If he’s here, find him. If he’s not? KEEP HIM OUT.”

Wryght crosses his arms, a hand coming to rub at his stubbled chin.

“This is going to be a long night.’

He blinks, staring at the assembled security forces as though just realizing they’re still there.

“ ... GO! What the hell are you waiting for?! Get this under control!”

The security force beginning their rounds to ensure the utmost security, Wryght looks around cautiously, wariness and a touch of fear ghosting behind his eyes. Somehow, he already knows ...

... he’s too late.


Jerry Andrews: WELCOME TO LIVING A LEGACY EIGHT! We’ve got an ACTION PACKED night planned here, folks, with no telling WHAT could happen!

Ace Anderson: Speaking of no telling what could happen, any idea who the President is talking about?

Jerry Andrews: He said something about giving in to demands - maybe his Black Hand buddy Grimm wants him to fix the match!

Ace Anderson: But why would he tell them to keep Grimm out altogether?

Jerry Andrews: Who knows! Would YOU want to be the one telling Grimm no?

Ace Anderson: Not often, no. First up we’ve got a huge Underground brawl!

Jerry Andrews: Isn’t that kind of redundant? A brawl in the Underground division?

Ace Anderson: Here we go!

Match One
UNDERGROUND BRAWL
Tyrone “Crazy Boy” Smith vs Razor Blade vs “The Nightmare' Chris Parsons” vs
Terrence “The Real Thing” Brown vs “Cream of the Crop” Camron Creed
Referee: Eric Russo

Red and blue lights begin to flash, mimicking cop lights, gunshots ring out as shells hit the ground, and then a voice booms out over the pa-system:

WHOOP WHOOP! That's the sound of da police! WHOOP WHOOP! Sound of da beast!

Then everything stops except the flashing lights. "Really Really" by Kevin Gates begins to play and out comes Terrance "The Real Thing" Brown with a cocky walk. He has a mean muggin’ look on his face and removes his black shades before walking on down the ramp. He stalks to the steps, trots up in two steps and paces the ring apron before ducking inside to his corner.

The house lights fall to darkness and smoke fills the stage as 'New Divide' by Linkin Park erupts over the PA system. A single spotlight lands atop the ramp and a yellow strobe starts going off over the crowd. Suddenly 'The Cream of The Crop' Cameron Creed rushes out of the darkness onto the spotlight illuminated stage. He is wearing a black poncho style 'C2' t-shirt. Creed throws his arms into the air and yells at the top of his voice; a meaningless gesture lost to the sound of the sold out PCW crowd.

Creed starts down the ramp toward the ring rolling his shoulders and shaking his limbs loose as he goes, readying himself for what awaits. At the bottom of the ramp Creed sprints forward, sliding under the bottom rope and skidding into the middle of the ring on his knees. As Creed climbs back to his feet he pulls the open sided t-shirt off over his head, moves toward the ropes and throws it out into the crowd as his entrance music fades and the house lights return to normal.

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 and waits for his opponents to finish filing in

"The Truth Reigns" by Jim Johnston begins to play over the Pure Class speaker system. The crowd’s collective head begins to crane. Where ... where ... THERE.

Razor Blade begins the slow, stop-start entrance to the ring from the back of the audience. As he makes it down the last set of steps and gives the last eager fan a crisp high-five, he stops and climbs over the barricade. Hopping onto the apron, Razor Blade raises both arms to the heavens before entering the ring.

Jerry Andrews: Well, that’s everyone. Everyone except ...

Fireworks erupt from all angles of the stage, bringing a huge pop from the crowd…the PCW logo stands alone center screen. It begins spinning in random directions as a melodic back and forth of electric guitar and a coy “Guess who’s back?” herald the arrival of a true original.

A second roar bursts forth from the men of the audience as train of gorgeous women, known only by the letter of the word ‘SECURITY!’ each wears on their behind…Parsons’ personal ‘security team’…parades out from the backstage area and on to the stage.

Each dressed in their black bikini tops and leather pants. S-E-C-U-R-I-T-Y and ! are all present and accounted for and begin dancing, much to the delight of the crowd.

“I used to be broke, confused, no joke

Got used, smoked dope, paid dues

Refused to give up quick

Now there's 10 million motherfuckers on my dick

So what, say how, say who

Fuck what, fuck me, fuck you

Come clean, you know I will

Drink a fifth of Jim Beam and still stand still

I'm the illest fool

Cooler than the water in a swimmin' pool

Fly like a seagull, kickin' like a mule

More jams than a beetle from Liverpool, I deliver fool

Now, who the fuck are you?

I'm Kid motherfuckin' Rock from the old school

Got more money, than Matchbox 20

Get more ass than Mark McGrath

They say I'm cocky and I say, "What?"

It ain't braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up

They say I'm cocky and I say, "What?"

It ain't braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up.”

As the title word from ‘Cocky’ by Kid Rock is played through the arena…the spinning PCW logo stops and is burst through by a bright yellow graphic like one might see in cheesey late night infomercials; “Now Powered by Wrestling’s Viagra!” before Transitioning to the name of ‘Wrestling’s Viagra (Patent Pending)’ himself…”The Nightmare” Chris Parsons.

Parsons walks through the curtain with the swagger of a man who is constantly surrounded by nine beautiful women and basks in the cheers and boos of PCW’s fans equally.

Regardless if fans love him or hate him, Parsons entertains as he walks to the ring, posing for pictures with his security team, signing autographs for hotties at ringside, psyching out kids wearing other wrestler’s merchandise, threatening to backhand the dentures out of Grandma’s head, etc…the only one seeming to have more fun than the crowd is Parsons himself.

Reaching the ring, the ‘Security team’ does a ‘sweep’ of the ringside area. Which in reality, is closer to a group of gorgeous women bending over while pretending to look for various ‘security threats’, than anything resembling the work of an actual security team.

Breaking into their ‘positions’; “S” and “E” lock hands, while “C”, “U”, “R” and “I” sit on the middle ropes and “T”, “Y” and '!' await him in the ring. “S” and “E” give Parsons an unnecessary boost up to the ring apron so he may step through the parted second and third ropes with ease.

Upon entering the ring, he raises his arms for the fans as “T”, “Y” and '!' flank him as his arms lower. Allowing his whole team to enter the ring, Parsons poses in the corner closest to the entrance way, soaking in the cheers, the boos, all of it...before laughing and falling backward into the arms of his waiting security force.

The security force forcing him back up onto the apron, he enters the ring where all the competitors already there look absolutely bored.

Ace Anderson: Still the longest entrance in PCW history. No point in even TRYING to talk while that’s going on.

Jerry Andrews: Fair point, Ace. Since all the competitors are in the ring now, let’s go ahead and analyze ..

Ace Anderson: You know, Jerry? You do this every time. Match analysis, what it takes to win the match. Use your eyes, man. This is an Underground Brawl. The person who SURVIVES is the one who gets the win. Cardio, resourcefulness, timing ... there are SO many factors at play here that we can’t even attempt to figure out how this will go down. Let’s just watch the match, yeah?

Jerry Andrews: You got that right, partner. Let’s kick it down to ringside and get this shindig underway!

Ace Anderson: ... shindig? God, you’re old.

We’re back to ringside and the competitors are like caged animals, each of them ready to strike.

DING DING DING!

And in an instant ... pandemonium.

The biggest man in the fight, Chris Parsons, is the first to take a shot. Instantly throwing an elbow to his right, he rushes Razor Blade and forces him through the ropes and to the outside. Both men hitting the floor with a thud, the rest of the participants are left to their own devices. Their own devices being fists, feet, knees and general hooliganism.

Crazy Boy and Cameron Creed wading into each other, Terrance caught between the two ... forced to throw wild shots in hopes of extracting himself from the situation in order to get himself a better vantage point. He manages to slip to the other side of Creed, leaving him between both himself and Crazy Boy. An untenable situation, to be sure. Crazy Boy and Terrence Brown looking at each other for just the briefest of moments, they both reach under each of Camron Creed’s arms and hoist him up.

And over the the top rope.

Unfortunately, Creed’s legs don’t clear the top rope and he’s left to fall back first towards the ringside floor. Razor Blade and Chris Parsons near the barricade, the front row is privy to Creed’s spine impacting the floor with full velocity. Creed’s head bouncing off the floor, he looks completely out of it as he tries to stand. Unable to make it to his feet with any semblance of steadiness, the referees at ringside move in to check on C2. Razor Blade and Parsons fighting away from the scene.

Ace Anderson: ... holy hell. That’s a hell of a fall with a REALLY bad landing. I’m going in to check, Jerry.

Ace moving to the scene, looking to help with the situation as best he can. Having suffered his own neck/head injuries over a storied career, Ace Anderson would definitely be someone to have as backup.

Razor Blade whipping Parsons into the side of the announce table, the entire table shifts two inches to the left with the impact. A dash and Parsons has a face full of fist courtesy of the Powerhouse. Leaping right hand connects flush on the chin and topples the Nightmare like a ton of bricks. Razor baying like some maniacal Hound, he drags Parsons towards the ring but dead weight isn’t so easy to manage.

Crazy Boy taking a running start from a Terrence Brown whip, he avoids the ropes altogether and nimbly dives over the top rope onto Parsons and Razor Blade, sending all three of the men sprawling out to the floor. The crowd is on their feet for the dare-deviltry and daring-do. Brown the only one standing at this point, he watches the shit go down (so to speak) and finds himself shrugging as he moves to the apron. Looking down at the slow to rise competitors, he throws a single powerful fist into the air and bounces off of the bottom rope and throws himself back first onto the conglomeration behind him.

The mass of flesh falling to the floor, Brown is the first to rise ... getting the crowd to their feet with a huge gesture.

Jerry Andrews: Brown’s gamble paying off in spades, he’s set himself up as the current front-runner! But can he keep hold of the reins?

Brown grabbing the first available cranium that sticks out (Razor Blade), the two enter back into the ring ... leaving the remaining combatants to suss out their own individual lumps. Razor Blade rolled in first, the crowd watches as Ace Anderson has re-appeared from the backstage area. Cameron Creed nowhere to be seen, he returns to his seat once he can get past some rather annoyed combatants.

Ace Anderson: All right, so here’s the deal. Initial reports for Creed are indicating a minor concussion along with some strains in the abdominal muscles. They’re gonna check him out at the local hospital and we should know something in the next few days.

Jerry Andrews: You never want to hear something like that, but given the fall he took? It’s lucky he wasn’t hurt any MORE than that.

Ace Anderson: Yeah. That was a SERIOUSLY nasty spill, Jerry. Shows you how much these guys WANT the bragging rights.

Crazy Boy and Parsons finally entering the fray again, it’s a fustercluck as all four men are trading shots and not necessarily at any particular person. Just to the nearest person to move. Crazy Boy staggers Razor Blade with a stiff elbow shot that sends him scrambling to the nearest corner while Parsons scoops Terrence up for a massive body slam. The ring shaking at the impact, Parson dashes towards Crazy Boy who steps harmlessly to the side of the Nightmare, leaving Parsons to run boot first into the downed Powerhouse’s face with a face-wash type kick.

Crazy Boy follows right on Nightmare’s heels, diving in and landing a beautiful Stinger Splash ... connecting with everyone in the corner in some way or another. The Crazy One backing off and letting Parsons back away from the pile-up of bodies, he wraps his hands around the neck of Parsons and falls back with him. The resulting impact of skull on canvas leaving Parsons down on the mat, Crazy Boy is smart enough to go for the pin while everyone is somewhat incapacitated.

1!

2!

Kickout! Or, it would be a kickout if Terrence Brown and Razor Blade BOTH hadn’t tried to break up the pinfall attempt.

Jerry Andrews: It looks like this fight will go on for at least a LITTLE while longer, Ace.

Ace Anderson: No one’s ready to throw in the towel just yet, Jerry. But at this pace, I don’t see it lasting for TOO much longer.

As if right on cue, it’s Razor Blade who finds himself hulking up and taking out Crazy Boy with a beautiful spear that sends both men to the mat. He’s looking to end it all right here, knowing that the match is spiraling out of control. Parsons still in the corner with Brown, he catches the Powerhouse of out the corner of his eye and slips behind him ... catching his neck on the way behind and dropping to the mat with a vicious neckbreaker.

Razor on the mat writhing in agony, Parsons stands tall over the two and looks to be focusing more on Razor Blade as he seems the more wounded of the combatants before him. Beginning to drag Razor to his feet, he has to let him go in order to catch Terrence with a back kick to the gut ... doubling him over. Leaning back, he hooks both of Brown’s arms and twists. Standing upright, he uses the momentum to drop Terrence onto the the back of his head and shoulders. A VICIOUS N.A.P. that lands Brown directly on TOP of Razor Blade!

Ace Anderson: Dear GOD, that’s brutal!

Rolling Brown away from both Razor AND Crazy Boy, he hooks the leg and goes for the pin.

1!

2!

3!

Crazy Boy a split second too late in breaking up the pinfall, the referee signals for the bell and the end of the match!

DING DING DING!

Parsons quickly moving out of the ring before Crazy Boy or Razor Blade can continue the fight, he celebrates his victory as he moves up the ramp ... leaving Razor and Crazy Boy mid-ring in disbelief and disappointment.

Jerry Andrews: And Parsons squeaks one out, Ace! Moving Brown away just that little bit gave him enough time to notch a win in his column.

Ace Anderson: And you can tell Crazy Boy is none too happy about it. In the interest of fairness, it was as close as can be between these four. Parsons just managed with good timing and ring awareness and sometimes that’s all it takes to pull out the victory.




Winner: ‘The Nightmare’ Chris Parsons via pinfall




Ace Anderson: What an INCREDIBLE match to open the night!

Jerry Andrews: Hell of a way to start off a pay-per-view, you’ve got that right.

Ace Anderson: Next up we have a returning Rick Majors against the Darkness’ Baby Jenks, and I don’t think this match is gonna be any prettier than the one we just saw.

Match Two
Underground Rules
Singles Match
Baby Jenks vs Rick Majors
Referee: Ed Lane

"The Following match is a one-on-one Underground Rules match!"

The crowd cheers.

"Introducing first...."

The front porch thump and dirty south guitar of "Snake Song" by Isobel Campbell & Mark Lanegan shuffle-stomps out over the arena, Baby Jenks stepping out onto the stage and looking out over the crowd.

"... from Lincolnton, NC, she is representing The Darkness...."

The vocals slur in and she swaggers down the ramp, bantering with the crowd as she goes.

"... 'The Enforcer' BABY JENKS!"

Jumping up onto the apron, she wipes her boots before stepping between the ropes and shadowboxes a few punches to loosen up before the match.

Jerry Andrews: Jenks has been on brutal roll since coming into PCW as a member of the Darkness.

Ace Anderson: I certainly wouldn't want to end up on her list.

The lights go out. Suddenly the sound of guitars pierce through the silence as "Wastelands" by Linkin Park begins to play. Rick Majors appears in the entrance way. He pauses for a moment and looks down briefly. He then shakes his head, breathes deeply and stares out at the crowd, stretching his arms and warming up as he walks down to the ring.

"This is war with no weapons,
Marching with no stepping,
Murder with no killing,
Illing every direction."

Majors walks slowly, looking out around the arena as he continues his way down to the ring.

"And her opponent, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada...."

In the wastelands of today,
When there's nothing left to lose,
And and there's nothing more to take,
But you force yourself to choose,
In the wastelands of today,
When tomorrow disappears
When the future slips away,
And your hope turns into fear,
In the wastelands of today.

Majors climbs the ring steps and pauses. He turns towards the crowd, standing on the ring apron for a moment before entering the ring. Majors stands in the centre of the ring, looking out towards the crowd. He slowly starts to circle the ring, stretching and loosening up his body.

"... RICK MAJORS"

The lights in the arena then come back on as Majors circles the ring, awaiting the start of the match.

Jerry Andrews: I'm not sure Rick Majors quite understands what he's getting into here in this match.

Ace Anderson: See, I think he does, but he doesn't care.

The bell rings. The two competitors meet in the center of the ring. Suddenly Jenks explodes with a hard right hand that sends Majors staggering. She follows up with another and another, backing Majors into the corner. He tries to cover up, but Jenks clocks him with a big elbow strike, knocking him down to the mat.

Jerry Andrews: Rick Majors hasn't been in a one-on-one match-up in almost two years and he looks a bit rusty.

Ace Anderson: Or Jenks is just that much faster and stronger than him.

Jerry Andrews: That's true.

Majors tries to pull himself back to his feet using the ropes, but Jenks is on him immediately, unloading with a series of hard strikes. She pulls him up only to send him back down with a hard clothesline.

Jerry Andrews: Remember, Majors' last singles match was at this very event, Living a Legacy, two years ago.

Ace Anderson: A lot of things have changed since 2014 and it doesn't look like Majors has kept up.

Majors again tries to stand, but Jenks hits him with a hard kick to the midsection. She then pulls him up and throws him into the opposite corner. Jenks charges at him, but Majors manages to get his knees up at the last second, hitting Jenks in the face and staggering her. Majors now lunges out of the corner with a clothesline, knocking Jenks down.

Jerry Andrews: The old guy is battling back!

Majors pulls Jenks up, but she hits him with a strike to the throat, staggering him. He stumbles backwards, leaning on the ropes. Jenks charges at him. Majors falls to the mat, causing Jenks to fly over the ropes to the outside.

Ace Anderson: I'm not sure if Majors did that on purpose or if he just collapsed, but it worked!

Rick Majors takes a moment to compose himself. He then slides under the bottom rope to the outside.

Jerry Andrews: Remember folks, this match is taking place under Underground Rules.

Majors approaches Jenks, but she elbows him the stomach on her way back to her feet. She then goes to Irish whip him into the steel stairs, but Majors reverses at the last second and Jenks hits the steel shoulder-first!

Ace Anderson: Boom!

Jerry Andrews: That could be a turning point in this match.

Majors stands up and walks over to Jenks. He pulls her up and rolls her into the ring before following her in. Jenks starts to get to her feet, but Majors drops an elbow on her back. He then rises up and starts to stomp away on his fallen opponent.

Majors now pulls Jenks up, but she jabs him in the eyes, staggering him. Jenks now hits him with a headbutt, staggering him more. Baby Jenks steps towards him, but Majors battles back, kneeing her in the stomach and doubling her over. Majors now grabs Jenks and he throws her through the ropes, back to the outside.

Jerry Andrews: Majors giving himself an opportunity to catch his breath and adjust his strategy in this match.

Ace Anderson: That's definitely a veteran move. It will be interesting to see if it pays off.

Majors leaves the ring just as Jenks is getting back to her feet. He grabs her and hits her with a strong right hand to the head. Majors the grabs the back of her head and slams her into the apron. Majors now grabs her from behind, but she swings her leg back hitting him with a low blow that sends him down to the floor.

Jerry Andrews: OUCH!

Ace Anderson: Like it or not, it's all legal in this match.

Baby Jenks takes this opportunity to search under the ring. She returns with a pair of steel chairs.

Ace Anderson: Here comes the hardware!

Majors is struggling back to his feet when Jenks cracks him in the back with one of the chairs. And again. And again. She then throws him into the guardrail and heads back under the ring.

Jerry Andrews: It looks like Jenks isn't done with the weapons.

Ace Anderson: I don't think she's ever truly done with weapons.

Jenks pulls out a trash can and a broom. She tosses them aside and returns with a table. The crowd cheers. Majors is getting up his feet, so Jenks charges at him with the trash can. He drops down and hits Jenks with a drop toehold, causing her to fall face-first onto the can!

Jerry Andrews: Nice move out of nowhere by Rick Majors!

Majos takes a moment to compose himself and then he pulls her up and slams her face-first into the ring post. She staggers backwards and he clotheslines her down to the floor. Majors pulls Jenks up again, but she charges forward, breaking free and slamming him back-first onto the ringside barrier. She then stands up and unloads on him with rights and lefts, dropping him down to the floor.

Jerry Andrews: We've got quite a back-and-forth battle going on right now outside the ring!

Jenks now grabs Majors and she throws him into the ring. Jenks returns her attention to setting up a table at ringside. Suddenly, Majors comes flying through the ropes with a suicide dive! It connects!

Jerry Andrews: Woah! That was unexpected!

Majors now grabs Jenks and he slams her face-first into the table that she set up. He the sets her up and drops her with a brainbuster onto the floor! Now it's Rick Majors' turn to reach under the ring. He pulls out a ladder! The crowd explodes.

Ace Andrews: What is he going to do with that!?

Majors slides the ladder into the ring. He then reaches down and pulls Jenks up. He slams her into the apron and then rolls her into the ring. Majors follows her. He pulls her up and drops her spine-first onto the ladder.

Jerry Andrews: Ouch! That looks painful!

Ace Anderson: It's falling on a steel ladder! Of course it's painful!

Majors pulls Jenks up, sets her up and drops her with a reverse DDT. He then walks back over to the ladder, picks it up and props it up in the corner. Majors then pulls up Jenks and Irish whips her into it!

Jerry Andrews: Rick Majors doing everything he can in this match but is it enough!?

Majors now charges at Jenks in the corner, but she dodges out of the way! He hits the ladder face-first and falls to the mat. He then rolls out of the ring clutching his face. Baby Jenks smiles as she sees that Majors is bleeding from a cut between his eyes.

Jerry Andrews: Rick Majors hit that ladder hard face-first and he's busted open.

Ace Anderson: A cut near your eye is bad news. Not only are you losing blood, but it makes it hard to see as well.

Jenks rolls out of the ring and she grabs Majors. She then starts unloading on his cut with a series of right hands, causing the cut to open even more. Jenks drops Majors to the floor. Her hand is covered in his blood now.

Jerry Andrews: It's legal in this match, but I still don't like watching it....

Jenks now grabs Majors and she slams him face-first into the guardrail. She then grabs him by the head with one hand and starts punching him right in his cut, causing more and more blood.

Jerry Andrews: Rick Majors is a bloody mess now.

Jenks now grabs Majors and she drags him over to the ring. She then presses his face on the apron and drags him across it, ripping at his skin and leaving a trail of blood on the apron.

Jerry Andrews: This is getting uncomfortable to watch.

Ace Anderson: Imagine how it feels.

Baby Jenks looks out at the crowd and smiles as Majors falls to the floor. She then pulls him up and slams him into the ringpost face-first. She mounts him and again starts unloading on him with a series of rights and lefts to the face.

Jenks now pulls Majors up, but he fights back, unloading on her stomach with rights and lefts. He battles his way back to his feet. Jenks swings a punch, but Majors blocks it. He fires back with one of his own. And another. And another. Majors backs Jenks up to the ringside barrier. He then charges at her, clotheslining her over the railing and into the crowd!

Jerry Andrews: Woah! Majors isn't out of this yet!

Majors wipes the blood from his eyes and he climbs over the railing himself. He the grabs Jenks and slams her face-first into the guardrail. He then picks up a chair and cracks it across her back as she slumps on the railing. He then grabs her and throws her over the railing, back to the ringside area. Majors follows her.

Ace Anderson: Rick Majors has lost a lot of blood. You have to wonder how long he can keep this up!

Majors then reaches down and picks up one of the chairs that Jenks brought out earlier. As she stands up, Majors cracks her with the chair across the back. He then hits her again. And again, dropping her down to the floor. Majors now pulls her up.

Jerry Andrews: Tainted Excellence! Right onto the chair!

Ace Anderson: This could be it!

Jerry Andrews: Big move by Majors to seriously turn the tide in this match!

Baby Jenks is out on the floor. Majors slowly pulls her up, but instead of rolling her into the ring, he places her on the table at ringside. He then rolls into the ring... and starts setting up the ladder.

Jerry Andrews: What on earth is he thinking!? Jenks is out. He could go for a cover!

Majors sets up the ladder near the ropes and he climbs to the top. He wipes the blood from his face, pauses for a moment and then leaps off with an elbow drop that connects right into Jenks' chest! The table explodes beneath them, leaving them crashing onto the floor!

Ace Anderson: My God!

The crowd pops for the move. Referee Ed Lane slides out of the ring to check on both competitors who haven't moved since the elbow drop. Slowly Rick Majors starts to stir. Using the apron, he pulls himself back up to his feet. He staggers for a second and then looks out to the crowd, again wiping the blood from his eyes.

Jerry Andrews: Majors is up but Jenks still hasn't moved!

Rick Majors pulls Baby Jenks up from the remains of the table. He now rolls her into the ring. Majors needs to take a moment outside the ring before following Jenks inside. When he returns to the ring, Jenks is crawling towards the ropes. He grabs her and pulls her up, but she strikes back, hitting him with an elbow. She then turns around and drills him with an elbow strike to the face.

Jerry Andrews: Somehow Jenks is battling back here!

She grabs Majors and goes to Irish whip him, but he reverses it, sending her crashing into the corner. He then charges at her, hitting her with a big clothesline that sends her crumbling down to the mat. Majors turns and raises his arms out to his sides, shouting triumphantly.

Jerry Andrews: Rick Majors is feeling it now!

Baby Jenks rolls out to outside. Majors soon follows her. When he does, she rakes him in the eyes. She then grabs him and tosses him into the guardrail. Jenks walks over to pull him up, but she takes a second to talk smack to the crowd. Majors uses this opportunity to drive him shoulder into her stomach.

Ace Anderson: Baby Jenks felt the need to tell off the crowd right there and Majors capitalized.

Majors now charges and hits her with a clothesline. He then pulls her up and throws her into the ring. Majors follows her in once again. Jenks is up quickly and she runs at him with a clothesline. He ducks it, turns around and hits her with a side thrust kick to the face! She falls to the mat, Majors falling on her for a cover:
1....
2.....

Jerry Andrews: No!! Jenks kicks out!

Majors pulls himself up. He makes his way to the top rope.

Ace Anderson: Majors is going upstairs!?

He leaps off of the ropes with an elbow drop, but Jenks rolls out of the way at the last second.

Jerry Andrews: The big elbow off the top doesn't pay off! And Jenks with a quick cover now!

1.....
2.....

Jerry Andrews: Majors kicks out before three!

Baby Jenks stands up now. She rolls out of the ring and heads back under it. She pulls out one steel chair. Then another. Then another. Then another. Jenks tosses the chairs into the ring one by one.

She rolls into the ring holding a chair, but Majors is up and he's grabbed one of the chairs! He swings and hits her chair, knocking it into her face! She drops it and Majors swings again, this time connecting with Jenks' back! She falls to the mat. Majors grabs the chair and throws it down on top of her. He then makes his way over to the ladder that is still in the ring. He lifts it up, walks over to Jenks and drives the point of the ladder into her spine!

Majors then takes a second to again wipe the blood from his face. This gives Jenks the opportunity to pull herself up using the ropes. When she does, Majors runs at her with the ladder! He charges right through her, sending her, the ladder and himself over the ropes to the outside!

Jerry Andrews: I'm not sure who got the worst of that move! Both competitors are down on the outside!

Majors slowly starts to pull himself up using the ropes. Jenks is starting to stir as well. He grabs her and drives a knee into her stomach. He then rolls her into the ring. He follows her in. She is on her feet when Majors enters the ring. She swings with a punch, but Majors dodges it. He grabs her arm, wrenches it and then takes her down with a hook kick.

Majors pulls Jenks up. She jabs him in the eye, causing him to stagger back. Jenks takes advantage and she clotheslines him down to the mat. Jenks now starts to unload with punches to the face.

Jerry Andrews: Jenks going back to Majors' face, trying to open up that cut even more.

Ace Anderson: It was effective earlier on, so why not?

Jenks pulls Majors up and she backs him into the corner. She swings at him, but he dodges her punch. He then quickly grabs her and spins, throwing her into the corner now. He then unloads on her with a series of roundhouse kicks!

Jerry Andrews: The Fury is Unleashed!

Jenks falls to the mat. He pulls her up, whips her into the ropes and hits her with a spinning wheel kick to the face when she comes back to him. Majors pulls her up again, but she breaks free. She swings at him. Majors ducks it. He returns fire. She ducks it. She kicks him in the stomach and sets him up for a powerbomb! Majors hits her with a back body drop! He turns around and Jenks gets to her feet. Majors kicks her in the stomach. He then sets her up....

Jerry Andrews: MAJOR IMPACT!

Ace Anderson: He hit it! The cover!

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

The bell rings!

Jerry Andrews: Rick Majors wins!

Ace Anderson: After nearly two years, Rick Majors is back in PCW with a victory here tonight!

Rick Majors rolls off of his opponent. He looks out at the crowd for a moment before reaching up to wipe more blood off of his face.

Winner: Rick Majors via pinfall

Majors slowly pulls himself up to his feet. The referee raises his arm in the air, and he looks out at the crowd once more.

Jerry Andrews: He's beaten and bloody, but Rick Majors is victorious here tonight in his return!

Suddenly Majors is attacked from behind!

Ace Anderson: The Shaw Brothers are here!

The Shaws clothesline Majors to the mat and they start unloading on him with a series of stomps. Frederick Shaw picks up a steel chair now and he cracks Majors in the back.

Jerry Andrews: Come on! He just fought through a brutal match!

Ace Anderson: Rick Majors said that he wanted to take on The Darkness. This is what happens when you take on The Darkness.

Jerry Andrews: Yeah, but he wanted to do it one-on-one!

Ace Anderson: Sure, but The Darkness doesn't have to listen to him.

Baby Jenks is back on her feet now. The Shaws set Majors up in powerbomb position for Jenks.

Jerry Andrews: TRIPLE POWERBOMB!

Majors is down on the mat, motionless. Baby Jenks and the Shaws look down at him for a moment before leaving the ring. Medical personnel rush into the ring to check on Majors.

Ace Anderson: This guy just… he means well, but…

Jerry Andrews: He’s gonna get himself killed one of these days.

Ace Anderson: Looks like the Darkness is all too eager to help him along the way.




The camera pans in on a star on a door marked "Brenna Gordon." A pale hand reaches up, rapping. As the camera pans back, it reveals that the caller is none other than the Mystical Magician himself, Nathan Saniti. By his side is his significant other, "Dollface" Kelli Starr. Both have huge smiles on their faces.

Finally, Brenna opens the door. As she sees who is on the other side, she raises an eyebrow in suspicion. Nathan tips a hat to her. Kelli giggles like a schoolgirl as she lightly curtsies.

"Good evening, Miss Gordon."

"Uh... Hi."

"Firstly, congratulations on besting my dearest for the Underground title as well as making it to the semifinals."

Brenna softens a bit, glancing back and forth to each member of Psychedelica, looking for a ploy and finding none. Finally, her guarded stance relaxes as she enters fully into view in the door.

"Thank you. Thank you both for that."

"Should we meet in the finals, I look forward to a grueling match. Best of luck to you on that front, Miss Gordon."

The barest hint of a smile curves her lips. "To you as well."

"We also come here to extend our gratitude, mine especially."

Nathan presents Brenna with a pot, complete with an array of odd-looking flowers. The tallest and most beautiful lily-like blossom seems to be guarded by the harshest appearing thorns. It's pink and green bioluminescence thrumming almost hypnotically. Surrounding it are equally bright and unusual flowers, each with a hint of danger to match their loveliness. Brenna cautiously takes the pot. Kelli stops her before saying something to Nathan.

"Wait... You didn't give her any of the carnivorous ones, did you?"

Nathan thinks for a second as Brenna almost returns the gift with shock in her eyes.

"No. I'm fairly certain I got these from the valley in Balance."

He waves a dismissive hand.

"If they do get hungry, just feed them a grilled cheese. They like those. I keep mine on a meatless diet. He sings folk songs and voted for Bernie Sanders in the primaries. You'll be fine, my dear."

"But why are you giving me these?"

Kelli smiles. "It was our way of saying "Thank you" for having my back last Trauma."

Nathan turns down his head in shame. "I should have been there as well."

Kelli and Brenna both reassure him, but his heart is heavy with the weight.

"I don't know who those people are, but I wasn't about to let them gang up on anyone while I'm around. And now that they've gotten into MY business, I plan on making them pay."

"I can applaud that mindset. However, please take note of just how dangerous these people are."

Nathan waves his still bandaged wrists in front of her, Brenna's features creasing with a light frown of concern.

"Does it still hurt?"

"They're healing nicely, thank you, my dear. Now we shan't take much more of your time. Again, best of luck, and you have our eternal gratitude. Should you ever need our assistance, we shall be there. I'm a man of my word."

Brenna nods to the pair, dark eyes unreadable. "Same to you."

Nathan tips his hat again, offering an elbow to Kelli as she waves goodbye. The former tag champs stroll away, heading towards the snack table down the hall.

Match Three
Underground Rules
Singles Match
“All Day” Dontevius Ellis vs “Dollface” Kelli Starr
Referee: Ty Little Jr.

Jerry Andrews: It's been a helluva night so far, and we're only two deep into Living a Legacy.

Ace Anderson: The fans sure seen to be loving all of these Underground matches.

Jerry Andrews: They sure are. Going into our next one, it pits "All Day" Dontevius Ellis against "Dollface" Kelly Starr. You have to wonder if those cultists will be on Kelli's mind.

Ace Andrews: I'm sure they are. They crucified Saniti just a few weeks ago, and now they are targeting her.

The arena lights slowly dim to black. White lights shine up from either side of the stage as "I'm So Epic" by Stevie Stone plays through the arena speakers.
I'm in a league of my own.
Don't need a crown or a throne.

"All Day" Dontevius Ellis steps out onto the ramp and between the white lights. He's wearing a white robe with a black tank-top on underneath while sporting a pair of light blue mesh shorts and a pair of high-top Nike shoes.
They say that I'm so epic.
One of a kind.

Ellis closes his eyes, leans his head back and lifts his arms out wide dropping the robe.

They say I'm so epic.
Do you hear that?

He drops his arms and faces forward as the lights return to normal. He proceeds down the ramp toward the ring. The crowd gives a mixed reaction as he gazes out at them on his way to the ring. He rolls into the ring and hops to his feet quickly before making his way to the corner of the ring. He hops up onto the middle ropes and looks out to the crowd. He then holds his arms out wide once more, inciting cheers and boos from the crowd. He hops down and cracks his knuckles in preparation for his upcoming match.

”(Hard Dance) Hero (Monstercat Release)" by Pegboard Nerds (feat. Elizaveta) comes shimmering out of the PCW loudspeakers as rainbow spotlights flicker over the entryway.

“Hero hero...
Hero hero...


Hero hero...
I wanna be a hero, hero...”


The bass kicks in and the multicolored spotlights snap to the top of the ramp, neon pink pyros sparking off as Dollface appears! Dancing and bouncing she makes her way to the ring, posing for selfies with fans, giving high fives, having herself a rave party on her way! She reaches ringside and hops up onto the apron, wiping her boots before stepping between the ropes and playing it up for the crowd.

Dollface and All Day are given the green light to start the match. The go to tie up, but suddenly...

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

"Free!"

Ace Anderson: What the hell?

Jerry Andrews: Is Nathan Saniti?... Yes he is!

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

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

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

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

Dontevius looks at Kelli, who shrugs, obviously as clueless as her opponent is as to why Nathan is coming down. Kelli asks him why he's here. A serious look crosses Nathan's face. He hops up on the ring apron, cupping Kelli's face in his hand. He says something to reassure both her and Dontevius that he will stay out of the match. Nathan tips his hat to Ellis, and blows a kiss to Kelli before joining the broadcast team.

Saniti: Good evening, gentlemen.

Ace Anderson: Why are you here, Nathan?

Saniti: To protect my beloved, of course. Those cultists that attacked me are extremely dangerous. I shall not allow them access to her without a fight.

Jerry Andrews: Very noble, Nathan, but Kelli has proven time and again that she can take care of herself.

Saniti: Indeed she has. Against fair odds. Eight against one is far too much for even the most skilled amongst us to handle. Beyond that, I am merely here to observe.

Kelli slowly turns around to Dontevius. Once again, the two competitors hook up in the ring. Ellis powers Kelli to the corner before Irish whipping her to the opposite side. All Day follows her in close, delivering a corner splash that wilts her in the corner. Ellis doesn't give Dollface any breathing room, pulling her to her feet. Just as she reaches full vertical, Kelli breaks free from Ellis' grasp, punching him full in the face with a haymaker right, and then a left. She goes for another right, but Dontevius blocks it, countering with some smashmouth of his own.

Jerry Andrews: Two talents that love to scrap in the ring? Yes, please.

The two trade blows, but Ellis puts a bit more heft behind his efforts, coming out on top in the exchange. Finally, he whips Kelli to the ropes, felling her with a missile drop kick. Kelli rolls out of the ring to regain her composure. The ref begins to count her out.

Ace Anderson: Is Kelli okay, Nathan?

Saniti: She does seem a tad distracted. Excuse me.

Nathan sets his headset down, rushing to Kelli's side. He asks her a few questions. She replies. Nathan looks somber and worried, but he nods in agreement before mouthing "Are you very certain?" Kelli nods. A look of understanding overcomes Nathan's face. He comes back to the broadcast table, just putting the set to his ears. Kelli slips in and back out of the ring to break the count.

Saniti: Gentlemen, it has been a pleasure, but my beloved says I'm too much of a distraction for her. I bid you adieu.

Saniti gathers his hat, stopping to be reassured one last time by Starr before exiting to the back. Kelli watches part of the way before finally returning to the fray. Nathan stops at the top of the ramp, worry mounting before making the final exit.

Jerry Andrews: I... I'm speechless.

Ace Anderson: It's simple Jerry. Nathan was a distraction, so Kelli asked him to leave.

Jerry Andrews: But now she's defenseless.

Ace Anderson: Apparently, she doesn't see it that way.

Kelli breathes a sigh of relief, but her respite is short lived as Dontevius resumes the match whether she likes it or not. He kicks her to the stomach, doubling her over before hitting the ropes and pasting her with a scissor kick to the back of her head. He spins her over for a cover!

1!

Kickout!

Ellis scrambles to his feet bringing Kelli with him. He whips her around, but brings her back for a short arm lariat. While Kelli tries to shake off the devastating clothesline, Dontevius climbs the turnbuckles. Ellis has his back turned, readying for a backflip moonsault, but Kelli catches him in the corner, kicking one of his legs out from underneath him. Ellis goes down on his man bits before he melts backwards hanging from the corner like a tree of woe.

Kelli wastes no time, putting the boots to her opponent to wear the energy out of him. She unhooks his leg, allowing gravity to reacquaint Ellis with the mat. Kelli yanks closer to the center of the ring, signaling for some dubstep music as she waylays Dontevius with more fancy footwork.

Ace Anderson: Now Ellis knows what a dance floor feel like.

The lights flicker slightly, stopping Kelli in her tracks. She looks around, both concerned and confused, but finally, the lights stay on of their own accord.

Ace Anderson: Did Malave forget to pay the electric bill again?

Jerry Andrews: I'm not sure. Honestly, I hope that's all it is.

Ellis takes advantage of the distraction, rolling Kelli up in a schoolboy pin attempt, but only manages a firm two count. Kelli kips to standing, both combatants staring each other down. They charge each other, tying up in the center. Dollface manages to gain some leverage, pushing Dontevius to the ropes prior to sending him across the ring. She misses with a clothesline. Ellis leap frogs over Kelli as she sets up for a back body drop. He lands right behind her, halting his momentum and connecting with a spinning heel kick that floors Dollface.

Dontevius gathers her from the mat, careening her to the ropes and smashing her across the face with a leg lariat. Starr lay prone as All Day shimmies up the turnbuckles. He sets himself up before leaping into the air, twisting this way and that, finishing with a splash.

Ace Anderson: Stick 'Em! Ellis hooks the leg!

Jerry Andrews: No! Kelli barely got her shoulder up!

Ellis slides out of the ring, lifting the apron in search for something. After a couple of seconds, he pulls up a baseball bat. He rolls into the ring, waiting for Kelli as she slowly gets to her feet. He drives the fat end of the bat into her midsection, all of the air escaping Kelli's lungs. Lifting her up, Ellis, sends Starr crashing to the mat with a sit-out powerbomb. Again he goes for a cover, but no dice. Kelli still has enough gas in the tank to kick out at two.

Dontevius kicks the bat out of the ring, pulling Kelli to her feet by her cotton candy pink hair. He whips her across the ring, retrieving her on the rebound.

Jerry Andrews: Spectacular Catch! He's going for the cover!

Little slides into place.

...1!

...2!


...3!!

Winner: "All Day" Dontevius Ellis via Pinfall

Jerry Andrews: What a huge upset victory for the relative newcomer.

Ace Anderson: Kelli Starr is one of PCW's finest talents. Getting a "W" over her is no easy task.

Match Four
The Icemann Invitational Tournament
Underground Championship Match
Singles Match
Brenna Gordon (Underground ©) vs St. Jury
Referee: Ty Little

Jerry Andrews: Coming up next, we’ve got our first semifinals match in the Iceman Invitational Tournament!

Ace Anderson: I remember those days well. It takes a special kind of night to pull off two wins in one night. Let’s see if either of them can pull it off.

Jerry Andrews: It can’t help that this is a no disqualification Underground rules match.

The overhead lights dim as the opening notes of 'What The Water Gave Me' come forth from the sound system. Hidden spotlights and overhead rigs illuminate the arena in the deep blues and purples of a sky on the verge of going fully dark, a fine mist seeping its way upward through the grating of the stage and ramp as smoke of a similar weight falls from the ceiling to come as close to replicating the lands which gave rise to myths and the ancestors of the young woman that is about to emerge. Audio editing means that the song goes straight to the chorus, the ephemeral voice of Florence Welch only serving to add to the ambiance being created that is equal parts serene and unsettling.

So lay me down... let the only sound be the overflow.
Pockets full of stones.
So lay me down... let the only sound be... the overflow.

As the song launches itself into the bridge after the chorus, the lights surrounding the curtain suddenly flash into being in time with the beat-- the ghostly shade of blue the same hue one would associate with magic suddenly gracing the world with its presence. It is amidst these flickering bursts of illumination that Brenna Gordon steps through the curtain and into view, her movements languid and slow despite the obvious tension in her frame. Purposeful steps carry her to the top of the ramp as she gazes out at the area with a carefully neutral expression, the dark-haired female coming to a stop to survey arena and audience alike.

'Cause they took your loved ones-- but returned them in exchange for you.
But would you have it any other way?
Would you have it any other way?
You couldn't have it any other way.

The mixed reaction of cheers and boos come crashing upon her, but Brenna doesn't so much as flinch.

'Cause she's a cruel mistress and a bargain must be made.
But oh, my love, don't forget me when I let the water take me...

Advancing down the ramp with that same deliberate grace, the fans on either side of the aisle are ignored-- rather, Brenna's attention is solely focused upon the ring. It isn't until she's near the bottom of the ramp that she is breaking that control, a promise of her blinding speed revealed when she dashes forward to slide into the ring... and a glimpse at her agility revealed in how she leaps and shifts position to ensure she does so feet-first. Skidding to a stop upon her knees, Brenna climbs to her feet and makes her way over to her corner. As the music fades and the overhead lights reclaim their grip upon the arena, she remains impassive, waiting for the bell to ring.

The arena turns red and black with the crowd growing into cheers, the bells of the song ring, and "Heaven Knows" by The Pretty Reckless plays! Jury at a brisk pace emerges from the back stoic and calm written on his face. His gray eyes scan the crowd for a few seconds as he stops halfway down the ramp, he then marches on.

Sliding head first into the ring the quiet demeanor fades away, replaced by adrenaline, he begins to jump from leg to leg loosening up before he fights.

Jerry Andrews: And the bell rings, we are underway!

Jury and Brenna Gordon meet in the center of the ring and immediately begin trading punches. Jury gets the upper hand as he staggers Gordon momentarily before charging her and tackling her between the ropes to the outside. Jury gets to his feet before Brenna and grabs her arm, whipping her into the steel steps with force. Brenna’s knees collide with the steps and she tumbles over them rolling hard into the guardrail. Jury presses the advantage moving around the steps and begins stomping viciously onto Brenna Gordon. Brenna is able to maneuver away but Jury chases after her. Jury grabs a baseball bat from under the ring and turns to Brenna Gordon. As he does so, however, Brenna is able to lock his legs in hers and drop him face first to the ground. Using her quickness, she takes his back and grabs the nearby bat to apply a modified camel clutch. Jury’s eyes go wide as the bat presses hard against his throat. Before he loses consciousness, he is able to get to his feet with Brenna on his back, showing his raw power, and throw himself backward against the ring apron. Brenna, however, hops off before she can be made into a Brenna sandwich and begins to blast Jury in the stomach with the bat. Jury reaches to grab the bat but his mistimed attempt only gets him a shot to the forearm with the bat. Brenna lines up a shot to the skull but Jury ducks it and grabs Brenna’s waist, throwing her over his shoulders in a release German Suplex that lands Brenna Gordon onto the dislodged steel steps neck and shoulders first. Brenna tumbles over the steps and remains motionless for a few moments.

Jerry Andrews: The power by Jury there was insane!

Ace Anderson: Did you see how Brenna landed? She might be dead.

Jury, clutching his stomach from the bat shots, makes his way around the ring and covers Brenna on the outside. The referee drops to make the count.

...1!

...2!

...Brenna throws her arm to get a shoulder up!

Jury looks down at her in frustration, sure he had the match there. He pulls Brenna to her feet and drags her around the ring by the hair. Brenna is able to get her bearings and pulls away from Jury’s grip throwing him face first into the steel post. Jury seems to stick to the post after the impact dazed. Brenna looks under the ring and finds a steel chair. She goes berserk, smashing the chair repeatedly into Jury’s head, crushing it against the steel post. Jury slumps down to a knee, then face first onto the ground. Brenna advances quickly and grabs his arm, hooking him into a triangle choke. The referee comes to check on Jury and looks as if he’s about to call for the bell before Jury’s eyes shoot open and he lifts Brenna Gordon up into the air. He uses her positioning to powerbomb her onto the steel chair she just used on him. As her grip releases, Jury repositions his grip to pull her back up into the air in traditional powerbomb positioning and slams her down onto the chair again. He lifts her one more time and slams her down with incredible impact onto the chair, causing her body to go limp.

Jerry Andrews: The Sickest Kill I onto that chair! This could be Jury’s moment here!

Ace Anderson: This match hasn’t even been going on very long and both of these competitors have sustained an unhealthy amount of damage!

Jury throws an arm over Brenna and the official drops to count.

...1!

...2!

...Brenna throws a shoulder up again!

Jerry Andrews: She kicked out! How in the hell did she manage that?!

Ace Anderson: When you’ve come this far in the tournament and you’re this close, you want nothing more than to go all the way! Jury looks around in frustration, not immediately able to pull himself to his feet. He looks over at Brenna who is likewise not able to spring up. Jury grabs the guardrail and uses it to pull himself up. Jury looks under the ring and finds a table which he pulls out and sets up. He then walks over to the downed Brenna, pulling her to her feet and dragging her to the table. He tucks her under his legs to perform yet another powerbomb. As he lifts her, however, she is able to slip behind him. As he turns to find her, she leaps into the air, grabs his throat and twists, driving Jury through the table.

Jerry Andrews: Rip Tide through a table! Will that be enough to keep Jury down?

Brenna covers Jury over the wreckage of the table.

...1!

...2!

...Jury throws his shoulder with enough force to roll over onto his stomach!

Brenna Gordon grabs her hair in frustration as she rolls away from Jury. She pulls herself to a vertical base before reaching under the ring and pulls out a fire extinguisher. She lifts it over her head and approaches Jury, slamming it down into his back. She repeats the motion and slams it into his head, causing blood to squirt as Jury lies motionless. She pulls all 295 pounds of Jury over onto his back and covers.

...1!

...2!

...Kickout!

Brenna, without hesitation, leaps back up, grabs the fire extinguisher and slams it down repeatedly onto any body part she can reach of Jury’s. She covers again.

...1!

...2!

...Shoulder up!

Brenna sits up and begins screaming in a fit of rage at Jury’s resilience. She pulls Jury, trying to get him to his feet. After a minute or two of failed attempts to do so, she finally gets him up and rolls him into the ring. Brenna takes a moment to breathe before rolling in after him. Jury used the break to pull himself to his feet and begins to land hard shots to the returning Brenna Gordon who is backed into the corner.

Jerry Andrews: Jury is showing off those Steel Hands of his!

Ace Anderson: He’s got to be moving on pure instinct now!

Jury pulls Gordon to the center of the ring and lifts her up on his shoulders.

Jerry Andrews: He’s going for his rarely used Sickest Kill II here!

Ace Anderson: When you’re trying to win this tournament, you pull out everything in your arsenal!

As he reaches up to lock her head, however, Brenna begins blasting Jury in the head with vicious strikes leaving him dazed on his feet. Brenna Gordon positions her feet and springboards off of his shoulders...

Jerry Andrews: Another Rip Tide! Jury is out!

Ace Anderson: She threw an arm over him!

...1!

...2!

...3!

Winner, still Underground Queen and advancing to the Finals: Brenna Gordon via Pinfall!

Match Five
The Icemann Invitational Tournament
Singles Match
Dan Fierce vs Nathan Saniti
Referee: Joseph Buckland

Jerry Andrews: Now we're at the last of the semi-final matches for the Icemann Invitational Tournament.

Ace Anderson: Yep. A relative newcomer to PCW, Dan Fierce has shown the Faithful that his veteran skills in other feds have paid off.

Jerry Andrews: And Nathan Saniti showed that he's evolved quite a bit himself. This promises to be a great match.

Ace Anderson: The question is, will Nathan be able to concentrate with the looming threat of those sadistic masked freaks running about?

The PCW-Tron flashes

RED
ORANGE
YELLOW
GREEN
BLUE
PURPLE

as "Shut Your Mouth," by Garbage blares over the speakers. Out comes the Fabulous One! He smiles a huge grin and blows kisses to the audience members. Once he climbs into the ring, he steps to the middle and strikes a pose with one hand on his hip and the other up in the air as glitter cannons fire off in each corner showering the ring with glitter.

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

"Free!"

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

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

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

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

He ascends the stairs, wiping his feet before stepping between the top and middle ropes. As he doffs his top hat with a flourish, an explosion sets off in a circle from each turnbuckle three times. Once the pyro dies down, He places his hat atop the ring post on his corner and removes his patchwork trench coat.

Buckland orders both men to the center, giving last minute instructions.. He calls for the bell. Saniti and Fierce tie up almost immediately. Though Saniti has a couple inches in height advantage, Fierce overpowers him with weight, forcing the Mystical Madman to the corner. The ref calls for a clean break, and both men oblige.

Dan lights up Nathan's chest with a few knife edge chops worthy of "WOO's" from the fans. Fierce pulls Saniti from the corner, the magician clutching his chest, before sending him to the ropes, catching him in the mush with a flying knee lift.

Jerry Andrews: Fierce on the offensive early.

Ace Anderson: Yes, Fierce is very offensive.

The Fabulous One bounds off the ropes, planting a rolling knee drop on the Mystical Magician's noggin. Dan collects Nathan from the mat, careening him to the ropes. Dan hits the opposite side for some added oomph, launching himself at Saniti, who turns the tide with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Fierce winces in pain as the Magical Madman hauls him to the corner. Saniti launches Dan to the opposite corner. Saniti charges in for a reverse elbow, but Fierce sashays out of the way just in time. Fierce lays a few well placed boots to Nathan's breadbasket, capping off the assault with leaping enziguri that brings the hatter low.

Before Saniti can collapse to the mat, Fierce twists him around, connecting with a belly-to-back suplex, preceded by a little bit of grinding. Dan shambles for a cover, but only picks up a one count. Fierce reaches down to pull Nathan to his feet, but Saniti rolls him into a small package, catching the Fabulous One almost off guard before the three count.

Fierce breaks free, a stunned look on his face, anger flaring. A few seconds pass as Dan gathers his wits. Both men gain their vertical base, tying up in the center again. This time, Saniti manages to leverage Fierce to the ropes, launching him to the other side. Saniti snags his opponent on the rebound with snap power slam. The Fabulous One reels from the impact, sitting up, holding his back. Saniti clutches the sides of Dan's head, shaking it violently.

Ace Anderson: Shaken Baby Syndrome!

Fierce wobbles to his back as Saniti scales the turnbuckles. Slowly, Dan gets to his feet.

Jerry Andrews: Saniti looking for the Will o' the Wisp!

Ace Anderson: Fierce connects with a kick instead!

Saniti lands in a heap. Fierce lifts Saniti up with a delayed suplex, rolling him up for a pin attempt. Only a two count. The Fabulous One stands Nathan up in a corner, leaps up into the air and hits with a Glitter Bomb! He hooks a leg...

1!

2!

Kickout!

Frustration mounts as Fierce pulls Saniti to his feet. Nathan strikes before Dan can react, nailing him with a knee to the midsection. Saniti executes a double underhook suplex. Fierce lay prone in the center as Nathan begins hopping around him, ending the move with backflip splash. Dan gets his knees up just before the landing.

Jerry Andrews: I don't think that's how the March Hare Hop is supposed to go.

Ace Anderson: ...And the "No Shit Sherlock" Award goes to...

Dan scrambles to his feet. Pulling Saniti to the corner, Fierce lets loose with another barrage of boots that wilt the Mad Magician to the mat. the fabulous One rushes the opposite side before returning with a Bronco Buster. Dan drags Nathan by his feet to the middle of the ring, cinching in a rear headlock. Buckland checks to make sure it's not a choke hold as Fierce wears his opponent down.

Nathan starts to fade as the zebra lifts an arm to let it drop. Once. Twice. He drops the arm a third time, but it stops before it can go limp. Saniti powers himself up, bringing Dan with him. Nathan grabs Dan's head, dropping down with a jaw breaker that releases the hold. Dan staggers away, holding his face. Nathan slowly finds his feet.

Saniti tosses Fierce to the ropes, hitting the mark with a corkscrew elbow. Saniti tries for a pin, but only gets a two count. Now it's the Mystical Madman's turn for a bout of frustration. Saniti yanks Fierce from the mat and sets him up...

Jerry Andrews: It looks like he's going for the Unreality Check!

Ace Anderson: Fierce escapes out of the ring before he can connect.

Buckland starts the count. Fierce lets him get to five before finally rejoining the battle. The competitors tangle up. Saniti pulls Fierce into a side headlock. The Fabulous One sloughs his foe, sending him to the ropes. Dan hits the opposite ropes, both men colliding as they simultaneously attempt cross body blocks. The ref starts to count both men down.

1!

2!

Saniti begins to come around.

3!

Fierce is showing some signs of life.

4!

5!

Both men are to their knees.

6!

7!

8!

Fierce staggers over to Saniti, punching him in the face. Saniti retorts likewise. The foes unload on each other. Finally, Saniti gets the upper hand, shoving Fierce to the corner. Saniti charges in, but Fierce greets him with an elbow. Before Saniti can react, Fierce cinches in the MAKEOVER!

Ace Anderson: Fierce is going for the cover!

1!

2!

ThrNO!

The Fabulous One can't believe it. He smacks the mat in bitter frustration.

Jerry Andrews: Man, both of these guys are laying it all out there tonight.

Ace Anderson: There's a lot on the line.

Fierce pulls Saniti to his feet. Saniti gives him a boot and cinches in the Unreality Check! the ref slides down for the count!

1!

2!

ThreNO!

Saniti shakes his head in disbelief. He flips Fierce over and tries to pull him into the Cheshire Grin. Fierce powers to his feet, Saniti still on his back. Dan falls backwards, shaking Saniti with a desperation move. The Fabulous One gathers the Mystical Madman from the mat.

Ace Anderson: MAKEOVER and a cover!

...1!

...2!

.......3!!!

Winner: "The Fabulous One" Dan Fierce via Pinfall!

Ace Anderson: He’s done it!! Dan Fierce has beaten Nathan Saniti to move on in The Icemann Invitational Tournament!

Jerry Andrews: This is NO small feat, making it as far as he has in his FIRST Icemann Invitational, and now guaranteeing himself a chance to win it all?

Ace Anderson: A chance, sure, but don’t forget Brenna Gordon moved on as well! With the talent both of these relative newcomers are displaying I really can’t say who will win it!

Jerry Andrews: Me either, but one thing’s for sure - it’s gonna be one hell of a show!

Match Six
North American Championship Match
Non Compos Mentis (North American ©) vs Alexa Black
Referee: Manny Cruz

The crowd looks to the entrance way as "Black Widow" by In This Moment roars out. They know who is coming out as the lights go down, and they start booing loudly almost drowning out the music.

Alexa Black steps through the curtain, her face lit up with a wicked smile. By her side on the left is her manager Alexander Shaw and on her right her huge bodyguard Frederick Shaw. She walks slowly down the ramp as the booing intensifies as the PCW faithful don't hold back their hatred of this evil woman.

Jerry Andrews: It has been a reign of terror from The Darkness and the names are piling up to take them down. Rick Majors and, of course, the North American Non Compos Mentis.

Ace Anderson: NCM took it to Alexa at Mass Destruction and again at Trauma 192, but both of them are wearing scars from that encounter and Alexa has arguably become even more vengeful as a result.

She mocks and badmouths fans using various profanity which has to be bleeped out. Before making her way to the ring, surprisingly, Alexa turns to her stablemates and mutters something to them. There is a moment of hesitation in the eyes of the Shaw brothers before they reluctantly turn around and leave the stage.

Jerry Andrews: Well it looks like Alexa's going it alone!

Ace Anderson: Do you honestly believe that, Andrews? Those are two big, ugly white elephants and they are not leaving this room that easily!

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

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 with the North American Title around his waist! 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”

Jerry Andrews: Just two weeks ago, NCM faced the Darkness head-on and sent Alexa Black up the ramp with blood running down her face. There is bad blood between these two and you have to think that Mentis wants to finish the job here tonight.

Ace Anderson: He beat Alexa at Mass Destruction but he didn't shake off The Darkness, they've been there every step of the way. Tonight he plans to put an end to Alexa Black.... wait, what the...!

As Mentis approaches the ring area, Alexa Black can't control herself any longer and dives out of the ring. She's over the security barrier before anyone knows what is going on and bounds up the steps in an instant. NCM doesn't have time to react as Alexa comes through the arms of the Faithful and smashes him with a wild right hand.

Ace Anderson: These two aren't going to be held back by something insignificant like a bell!

Alexa throws punches like a wild woman until NCM finally manages to brace himself (with a little help from the more 'hands on' members of the crowd) and starts to fire back. Both brutal competitors exchange blows as the crowd is at absolute fever-pitch. Slowly, painfully, the two competitors slug their way down the steps and toward the security barrier. Knowing this, Alexa throws a very deliberate thumb into the eyeball of NCM and throws him violently over the barrier onto the floor.

NCM tries to get back to his feet and go back on the offensive, but Alexa vaults the barrier with ease and pitches Mentis shoulder-first into the steel steps. The clang reverberates around the arena and Alexa meets the boos from the crowd with a volley of her own verbal abuse. She turns from the fans and charges at the step... but Mentis is ready and catches her with a Flapjack, sending her face crashing down onto the top of the steps!

Jerry Andrews: My god! Her FACE! Wait... oh shit oh shit...

The commentators scramble for safety as NCM launches a Alexa Black shaped missile over their table, crashing into Ipads, monitors and chairs before landing behind the desk. NCM doesn't give Alexa a moment and grabs whatever he can lay his hands on before throwing it on top of the prone Black Widow. The announcers' chairs, cables from ringside, the table-cover and a plethora of steel chairs land on Black before NCM finally retreats and rolls into the ring to a heroes welcome from the crowd.

He finally removes the North American Title from around his waist and throws it to the referee before shouting at Manny Cruz to start the match. Cruz hesitates just long enough for a steel chair to fly past his face.

Another follows it as Alexa rises from the pit NCM left her in, throwing all the accumulated junk back at the Born Psycho. Chair after chair lands in the centre of the ring with Mentis doing his best to dodge the flying metal. Finally Alexa holds the final chair and charges into the ring with it in hand.

Instead of swinging, Alexa gets to her feet and literally chucks the chair at NCM's face! Mentis just about gets his hands up in time but the rampant Black charges straight for him and tackles NCM back into the corner.

As the two vicious competitors hammer away with powerful blows, Manny Cruz clears the ring of the chaotic flotsam and jetsam that litters it and the commentary team finally gets their table back in order.

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, I think we're finally back in action and referee Manny Cruz seems to be restoring some loose kind of order in the ring.

Ace Anderson: Order? You think there's any chance of order in this match? There hasn't even been a bell yet!

But just as Ace mentions it, Manny Cruz decides enough is enough and actually starts the match. If these brutes want to beat each other to death, they can do it under threat of disqualification. The bell rings but neither competitor cares as they continue to hammer punch after punch into their opponent. Manny Cruz tries to get in between the two and pull them apart, but the two only succeed in brawling out into the middle of the ring again.

Finally it is Alexa who lands a winding body shot to knock NCM back to the ropes. The leader of The Darkness lands a combo of lifted knees to the midsection before whipping NCM across the ring and charging him with a crippling Kitchen Sink knee to the gut. Mentis drops to the mat as a new round of boos erupts around the arena.

Jerry Andrews: It's rare we see someone able to match blows with the North American champion but Alexa has NCM beat.

Ace Anderson: Mentis is one of the toughest SOB's I've ever seen in a PCW ring, but toughness can be more than matched by pure bat-shit craziness!

Alexa begins a campaign of brutality against NCM's legs, driving a combo of kicks into his knees before locking in a knee bar. As Cruz moves into position to ask for a submission, Black is not content with the standard hold and begins to hammer away at the exposed knee of Mentis with tenacious punches. The referee asks for the submission, but Mentis refuses to give up and claws his way to the ropes to break the hold.

Cruz makes his way to a long four count before Alexa finally lets go of the hold (after a final angry combo of jabs to the knee). The Black Widow waits just long enough for the referee to back off before she attacks again, landing another salvo of kicks to the vulnerable knee of NCM. As Alexa shoots off kicks to his legs, NCM bides his time until finally her confidence grows a little too much and he picks her leg out of the air.

Alexa reacts angrily, trying to swipe at NCM's head with wild blows but the Born Psycho grins with sadistic enjoyment as if he's caught his spider in a jar. He continues to taunt the Black Widow until he finally spins her around and Russian Leg Sweep. With his opponent of the mat, NCM quickly capitalises with a succession of explosive elbow drops to the chest and a quick pin.

One..

Two... No!

Angrily NCM shoves Alexa's shoulders back to the mat and covers again, placing more of his weight on her chest.

One...

Tw...No!

Again Alexa kicks out and this time rolls toward the ropes for safety. Mentis gets to his feet and goes on the offensive, but as he gets close to Alexa she reacts and pulls NCM down into the ropes. His neck straddles the middle middle ropes and sends him recoiling back into the ring clutching his throat. Seeing her opportunity, Alexa immediately sets upon NCM with a chop block to the back of the knee.

NCM drops to the mat with pain attacking from all directions but Black adds another with a salvo of stomps to the chest, driving all the air out of NCM's lungs. With characteristic viciousness, Black then drops to her knees and wraps her hand around NCM's throat, choking him blatantly in front of Manny Cruz who starts to count and reaches four before Black finally relents.

Ace Anderson: Alexa has to watch out, that's two long four counts and she's only going to get more obsessed and aggressive as the match goes on.

Alexa ignores the warnings of Manny Cruz and lands a targeted Knee Drop to the forehead, followed by another two that tear open the wound on NCM's head and sends a torrent of blood loose over the Born Psycho's face.

Jerry Andrews: NCM is busted open! We knew he was still sporting the wounds of two weeks ago, but for him to be bleeding so early here, you know Alexa will target that wound with no hesitation at all!

Indeed Alexa wastes no time in landing a ferocious flurry of punches directly into the open wound, leaving her hands stained red. All NCM can do is struggle back to the corner to find some kind of leverage, but the blows from Black are too intense and he is left slumped in the corner, slowly being drained of energy.

As NCM lays in his stupor, Alexa takes aim and throws herself across the ring. There isn't even an attempt to move from NCM as Alexa flies boot first into his bloodied forehead with a bludgeoning Drive By Kick. The impact is so crushing that it throws Mentis through the ropes to the outside of the ring.

There isn't a moment's hesitation in Black as she rolls to the outside of the ring to follow her prey. Mentis is using the announce table to keep himself upright but the blood from his forehead is dripping all over Jerry Andrews' notes.

Jerry Andrews: Oh come on! Can you people stay away from our table, please?

Ace Anderson: Jerry, move...

Jerry Andrews: What?

Ace Anderson: Move!

Alexa Black charges at NCM with intent to send him crashing over the announce table... but out of nowhere Mentis lurches forward and catches his opponent, picking her off the ground and driving her down on the table with a DumDumDrop! The table doesn't break though, and Alexa's back buckles with the impact.

Ace Anderson: The table actually survived... but Alexa might wish it hadn't!

Jerry Andrews: There's a spider on our table! Ohmigod get it off, get it off!

Laboredly, NCM stumbles to the apron and rolls into the ring. Manny Cruz checks on him for a moment but Mentis signals to the outside and tells the referee to start counting.

The count reaches four before Alexa even stirs. The crowd are chanting along with Manny Cruz as he starts moving up toward double figures. Five. Six. Seven. Alexa rolls off the table in agony and tumbles toward the ring.

Eight...

Nine...

Alexa channels the pure evil within her to throw her body under the bottom rope just before Manny Cruz counts ten.

Mentis looks tired but pushes through the red barrier that is the blood draining out of his forehead. He immediately attacks Alexa with stomp after stomp to the head. He doesn't hold back and Alexa's head bounces back and forward as the stomps rain down one after another. Finally NCM relents and drags Alexa into the middle of the ring before hooking the leg again.

One...

Two...

No!

Alexa gets her shoulder off the mat but Mentis doesn't hesitate and grabs Alexa by the neck, lifting her up to her feet then onto his shoulders. He looks to hit a TKO but Alexa slides out the back door. Before Mentis can react, Black hits the ropes and rebounds, catching Mentis with a Facebreaker Kick straight into his crimson forehead. Mentis doesn't drop to the mat though. The force of the kick sends him reeling backwards into the ropes and he rebounds with a Big Boot of his own.

Jerry Andrews: Their faces with never be the same after this!

Ace Anderson: Have you ever been close-up with NCM, this is an improvement!

Alexa hits the ropes herself and comes back toward NCM who is prepared. He sets himself and spins, slamming a Spinning Backfist into Alexa's cheek... but even now she stays on her feet and responds in kind by spinning and nailing a Rolling Elbow that rocks NCM hard and a second that drops him to the mat.

The exchange of blows ends and Alexa is left looking down at NCM with a disgusted look on her face. She mocks the North American champion with petty kicks to his bloody forehead, opened further by the elbow shots. The Black Widow gets in the face of the champion, screaming obscenities at him to the immense scorn of the Faithful.

Jerry Andrews: Does she really expects us to treat her like a champion?

Ace Anderson: If she wins this match you'll have to!

Alexa finally drags NCM off the mat and hauls him onto her shoulders before sliding him into the Gory Special. She looks to hit the Barry White Driver, but as she does NCM wrestles himself free and hits the ropes. Before Alexa can turn around, Mentis throws a sick elbow shot to the back of Black's head and knocks her to the mat in a heap.

Angered by the insults and disrespect from Black, Mentis has finally had enough and makes a beeline to the outside of the ring.

Jerry Andrews: What the hell is he doing?

Ace Anderson: Repainting some furniture, I think he likes red...

NCM grabs a chair at ringside and, despite the protestations of the referee, he climbs into the ring and places in on the mat right in front of Alexa Black. Mentis tells Manny Cruz to shut his mouth before he pulls Alexa off the mat and places her head between his legs.

Jerry Andrews: He's got it hooked!

Ace Anderson: He'll be disqualified but I don't think he cares anymore!

Mentis locks in the double underhook and the crowd is baying for the Fractured Mind on the steel chair. But before NCM can attempt the finishing manoeuvre the crowd turns into a hissing mob as two giant figure come bounding down the ramp.

Jerry Andrews: Goddamnit! The Shaw Brother's are back!

Ace Anderson: I told you they wouldn't stay away for long!

Alexander Shaw climbs onto the apron and NCM reacts, throwing Alexa Black to the mat and picking up the chair. Without hesitation, Mentis immediately throws a huge chairshot that crashes over the head of Alexander Shaw and sending him tumbling to the outside. As NCM's attention is distracted, Frederick Shaw makes his way around the ring and and slides in behind him.

As the first brother hits the floor, Mentis turns and sees the second rushing him. Quickly he charges too and throws another chair shot... but Freddie Shaw ducks and the chair slams straight into Manny Cruz instead!

Jerry Andrews: My God! The referee just got turned into a human piñata by NCM!

Mentis drops the chair in shock and tries to revive Cruz but the referee is out cold. In the confusion, the Shaws find their opportunity and attack, clubbing NCM down to the mat with barbaric strikes. The two giants grind NCM down with attacks as Alexa gets to her feet and takes hold of the chair again. She barks orders at her comrades, telling them to pull NCM up to his feet and hold him in place. The Shaws obey, dragging Mentis's bloody body up in a perfect recreation of the scene from Trauma 192.

Two weeks ago NCM fought loose and left The Darkness in retreat... this time he can only watch as Alexa lifts the steel chair above her head and brings it down on his with a shuddering crack of metal on cranium.

Jerry Andrews: We need to get someone out here! Officials, security... anyone!

Ace Anderson: Good luck finding anyone to get in that ring right now, Andrews! You couldn't pay me enough to get in the right with The Darkness and Alexa Black with a steel chair!

Alexa stands over the limp NCM as the boos rain down on her and her kin. Something is deeply wrong with Mentis as his head dangles, swaying drunkenly from one side to the other, but Alexa doesn't care and signals for the end. The Shaws throw NCM forward and Black immediately hoists Mentis onto her shoulders in the torture rack. She takes a step to the side and takes aim at the steel chair at her feet.

Jerry Andrews: Black Widow again?!

As Alexa is about to throw her limp opponent into the air, NCM finally snaps into life and instinctively slides out behind Alexa. The Shaws pounce as soon as Mentis is free, but the Born Psycho reacts and throws a wild, desperate Backfist that strikes Freddie Shaw in the temple and drop him to the outside.

Jerry Andrews: There's still life in NCM yet!

Ace Anderson: But he can barely stand, that chair shot knocked something seriously loose in his head!

Even stumbling around, NCM sees Alexander Shaw come for him in an attempt to avenge his brother. A second Blunt Trauma sends Alexander's speeding body plummeting to the mat and all the way to the floor. With nobody else left but Alexa to focus on, Mentis turns... straight into another savage chair strike to his skull from the Black Widow.

The shot leaves NCM practically comatose on the mat but Alexa is not satisfied with that. With a furious expression, Alexa grabs the head of her unconscious opponent and hauls him up to his feet with pure force of anger. With the planted in the middle of the ring, Alexa lifts NCM onto her back in an Belly to Back Piledriver.

Jerry Andrews: Someone needs to stop this, Alexa Black is going to kill NCM!

Alexa positions herself over the chair and, with the crowd throwing a torrent of deafening abuse toward the ring, jumps and drives NCM's exposed head straight down into the steel chair with a sickening dull thud.

Alexa quickly throws the chair, streaked with the blood of her opponent, to the outside of the ring as Manny Cruz begins to regain some kind of consciousness on the mat. The official wakes to see the Black Widow hooking the leg and making a cover. Agonizingly, he crawls across the mat.

Jerry Andrews: Goddamnit, not like this!

....ONE!

.........TWO!!

...............THREE!!!

Winner: Alexa Black via Pinfall

The bell rings out as 'In This Moment' begins to play out from the PA system. The chorus of the fans is unanimous with hatred and the result is official.

Jerry Andrews: Alexa Black is the new PCW North American Champion!

As Manny Cruz lethargically hands the North American Title belt to Alexa, a volley of trash from the crowd is thrown into the ring, showering the new champion with paper and empty beer cups. It doesn't matter to Alexa though as she holds the title to her chest.

Ace Anderson: By any means necessary, Alexa Black did what was required to take home that title belt. NCM hasn't moved since the Fade To Black on the steel chair.

Alexa finally reunited with the Darkness as she exits the ring, holding the title high above her head as her stable walks up the ramp. A squad of EMT's rush past them as they shout abuse at the fans. The medics dive into the ring to attend to Mentis who still has not moved in the ring. His neck is contorted to one side and he is motionless as the medics surround him.

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, we have a new North American champion but the former champion looks to be in serious condition. We're going to move away from ringside for a moment and we'll bring you updates on Non Compos Mentis' status if we get them.

A wandering camera tech catches sight of Jury as he stalks the backstage area of PCW, stretching, The Last Saint getting his blood flowing. Tonight was his chance to advance to the finals of The Icemann Invitational Tournament, and Gordon was going to be a tough competitor for sure. Just as he's about to head back to his locker room he turns and bumps into someone. She has her back to him, Jury's eyes flicking straight to her backside, “Sorry about that, good looking!”

"Get fucked, neanderthal."

"You offering?" Jury smirks as the woman turns in place to throw a glare into his face, Jury going from flirty to angry in a microsecond.

It was Jenks.

His eyes narrow and he bore heat straight through her, “Oh never mind it's just you, where is the posse? Y'all going to mob everyone again?”

His dislike for her is clear as he steps closer to her, “I remember you saved me once? But I also remember that beating too. I owe you one and I will return it, you and your goon squad. That is if I'm not busy actually doing things productive and not hiding behind my family ."

Jenks lays a hand to her chest, a mocking pout on her lips. "You got me there, man. You really got me." Dropping the act she steps up, her face inches from Jury's.

"Listen, boyo. I've taken down bigger, badder, and smarter than you. You wanna bring a ruckus, bring it, otherwise step the fuck off and go find a leg to hump."

His face twists in rage as he walks directly into her, Jenks forced to give an inch or two of ground as his greater mass pushes her back when a roving security patrol happens upon the scene!

"HEY! Save it for the ring, you two!"

The brave (or stupid) security tech takes a full step back at the double edged glares thrown his way, but he's done his job. The tense moment broken, Jury turns his head and spits at Jenk's feet before turning and stalking away... Jenks staring after him with an ugly sneer.

Ace Anderson: You know, of all the women I’ve seen in PCW, I can’t say Jenks is the first one I’d try to pick up by way of commenting on her ass.

Jerry Andrews: You mean there are some women here where you’d think that a viable tactic?

Ace Anderson: Only if I had suddenly grown tired of my teeth being anywhere but knocked down my throat.

Jerry Andrews: Accurate. Up next, folks, we have the International Championship match!

Ace Anderson: OUR President will be going up against challenger Andy D. for the title, and -

The men fall silent as the arena lights fall to near darkness, the PCW Tron flickering to life.

A blurred red-orange image slowly comes into focus, revealing itself to be a candle. Or two. In total, eight. Two gold stands hold four each in a raised order as they highlight an otherwise dark, unknown room. Standing in two rows of four like a gothic glee club are the individuals who for weeks have been targeting Nathan Saniti and his lover, Kelli Starr. Each is dressed in a ceremonial robe, three in black, three in white and two in red. In front of them is a shrouded, large rectangular object. The Owl masked leader steps away from the pack and slowly moves himself around the object, staring directly into the camera. He slowly shifts his head around, hearing the sounds of banging coming from within. Giving it no thought, his focus returns dead ahead.

“RENOUNCE your so-called God and prepare to accept us as your eternal tormentors. No mercy shall be granted, but scream in agony as you please; The sound will be music to our ears. I am Seromine, the anti-humanity prophet of evil. Behind me are my Harbingers, those who share in a collective vision of widespread death. We grabbed your attention by disguising ourselves as beloved, fictional characters and placed a horrific spin on it. Our stamp. OUR introduction to the soon-to-be burned world...”

The leader again turns his focus back to the mystery box. This time he slooowly runs his fingers, tapping the lid like one would play a piano. Again pounding can be heard from inside, and what sounds like muffled speech. Looking up from the item, the lifeless eyes of the rubbery mask pierce the camera lens once more.

“And then WE crucified him...left him to burn like Joan of Arc. We gave proclamation through a radio vessel that we were coming for him. We offered fair warning that night, that we were going to get him. And we did. We’re going to do it again. And again. And as much as needed until Balance collapses. Those in our path shall fall by flame, burned in effigy without a second thought and left as a charred message that we have come to destroy...Man. Woman. Child. None of that means anything to us. We kill indiscriminately...as he will do…

Brother Mercer...Sister Lylyth, if you two would be so kind...”

The two requested individuals leave the formation. He’s sporting black and the mask of a Grizzly. She’s in white and wearing a Wolf mask. There isn’t a great deal of difference in height, but Mercer is fairly muscular. They stand at opposite sides of the object, grasp the sheet and in unison, slide it off. Sure enough, it’s a coffin. A wooden one at that. Whomever rests inside of it is making their noise much more louder now. Seromine saunters over and slams his fist down, while making a motion with his free hand for the rest of the group to come do the same. Sixteen fists all reign in taunting fashion, laughter and hisses supplying additional noise. After a few seconds, he signals for the proceeding to stop. Oddly enough, the seven followers return to their positions from before.

“When I was last around these parts, you sheep didn’t like me much. Booing me because I did what needed to be done in removing a cancer. In the medical world, that would be applauded. But in the land of professional wrestling, it’s vilified. That’s okay. I’ve always had a seething hatred for you. Which brings me to your former shepherd…

HE’S DEAD! And so is my previous identity...”

Seromine backs up until he’s front and center with the group. Clutching his mask from underneath, he slowly lifts it up. A massive beard is seen first and after the motion of the mask pushes his hair back, the look of a crazed madman is revealed. The leader is revealed to be…JASON WILLARD!! The now former Anarchist himself. After a moment of laughter, he quickly pulls the mask back down over his face and violently rips the coffin lid off, but makes sure the person inside isn’t shown yet.

“Surprised? I know she was...”

The group of eight circle around the wooden tomb and gaze down at it’s occupant: Kelli Starr! Her wrists and feet have been tightly bound with leather straps, the same of which has been affixed around her body to keep it in place. Starr is still dressed in her ring gear, indicating the abduction took place sometime after she had made it backstage. How they got her is unknown. But like with Nathan, they kept good on their word.

“Oh my dear, Dollface. Where’s he at? Did he say he loved you like we asked? Are you not as important as the opportunity to win a tournament? No problem. We’ll give him a ‘get out of danger free’ card tonight. Which reminds me, you never did get back to us on those measurements. Is there any begging for mercy you’d like to do now? Better make it quick. We’ve got a cremation to do.”

Kelli’s eyes flash with emerald fire, glaring up at her captor.

“Beg for mercy? You REALLY don’t research your targets, do you?”

“The only thing that needs to be known is how many beats your heart has left before it expires. Everything else is best saved for an obituary. We live without fear. You two are no exception. Just examples.”

“Examples of what? How generic you can be in front of a camera when you’re tryin’ to spook the straights?”

Her jaw clenches, defiant still in spite of the pallor in her face.

“I mean, really. Kidnapping the chick to get at the dude? Seriously?”

Seromine motions to one of the followers to bring something.

“I wonder if that’s what your lover thought while he stood crucified, waiting for those flames to embrace him the way you would. But your words Kelli are quite interesting. Who said we were doing this to get at him? The way we see it, you ARE the actual target tonight.”

The follower returns with a hammer and a handful of nails, one for each of the group. The situation was starting to feel all too familiar.

Her eyes riveted to the instruments, Kelli swallows hard before visibly screwing up her courage.

“Why? What have I actually DONE to you?”

Her cheeks flush a dull, angry red. “I don’t even know who you ARE!”

“Aw. She doesn’t know who we are! She doesn’t KNOW!”

The mocking echoes from the mix of eight individual voices. It soon becomes more of a ritualized chant coupled with bursts of maniacal laughter. Seromine sensing the point was made, silences the proceeding and returns his focus on the frightened former multi-title holder. His hands firmly grasp the edges of the coffin with the ferocity of a predatory birds talons. The one lifeless white found in the masked eyes now raged with red-orange from the candles glow, giving the Owl masked a further pronounced satanic look. He then slowly lowers his head to the human prey.

“What you have DONE is FAIL to COMMUNICATE. Your existence. Your UNION with the magician is of little significance to us. We have our orders after all. Take solace, Kelli, in the fact this will be over soon. His however, will be prolonged until it has been deemed time to bury him on top of your bones!”

Kelli’s flush deepens, frustration powering aside fear as her volatile moods shift again.

“Who the fuck ARE you!? Why do you even CARE about my existence!? I’m a fucking pro wrestler with a failing pharmaceutical company under my name, like really, what the fuck do you WANT?!”

“WE are his instruments of death. Agents of chaos. Your existence is of great agitation to us and will end like the world humanity lives in. And so will Balance. That’s what we WANT. To watch your whole. World. BURN!! OUR hands shall light that fire, and he will reap the reward.”

Seromine motions once more to the group, this time two of them grab Kelli’s hands.

“You want to know who I am?!”

Those words are roared with venom behind it. Kelli wasn’t the only one in the room with volatile emotions. Seromine reaches up and lifts the mask back to show his identity to her. His pentagram contact lenses only adds to the death stare produced at the obscenely colorful victim.

“I’m no stranger to these parts. Nail her to her tomb and stitch her mouth shut. Our task is done tonight.”

He slips the mask back over his face as the group positions themselves to carry out the order, the scene snapping to black with a harsh screech of feedback.

Ace Anderson: Someone FIND her!

Jerry Andrews: Security is already occupied - remember?! Your PRECIOUS PRESIDENT and his manhunt!

Ace Anderson: Maybe THAT was the guy they were looking for, ever think of that?

Jerry Andrews: There’s a Nathan Saniti in this building who’s already done with his match. I’m sure he’ll find her faster than anyone else could.

Match Seven
International Championship Match
Michael “Mr. Showtime” Wryght (International ©) vs Andy D.
Referee: Charles Lim

The arena lights go down as the start of "Damn Nation," by Lower Than Atlantis starts up. As the first verse kicks in, a couple of spotlights start to scan over random sections of the crowd as the letters AD are emblazed on the big screen, with various video highlights of Andy's career visible only within the letters themselves.

You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make it drink.
You can lead your lambs to slaughter if its what the shepherd thinks

As the chorus starts up on the song, an explosion of Pyro's go off and the arena lights all come back up to reveal Andy standing in the center of the ring. He stands there for a moment, soaking up the reactions of the crowd before he removes his bucket hat and places it on the steel pole part of the turnbuckle, ready for the match.

Jerry Andrews: Still nothing but love from the crowd for one of PCW's all time fan favorites!

Ace Anderson: It's been great to have him back - oh, here comes the President!

Jerry Andrews: ...sit DOWN, Ace...

"Gold on the Ceiling," by The Black Keys begins to blare over the P.A. system and the arena darkens. A single spotlight begins to shine on the entrance way illumination none other than “Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght. He is wearing a long black and silver sleeveless robe. He stands there with his back to the ring and his arms crossed. The back of the robe is exposed with the words in blue and silver “Mr. Showtime” and slightly behind him is the beautiful Perfection. Showtime slowly walks to the beat of the music as the only light in the arena follows him to the ring. He walks up the stairs and whips off his feet on the outside apron. He ducks under the top rope and two other spotlights shoot on him he spins and puts his arms out. He slowly makes his way to the corner crossing his wrists, with is fingers are lock making a “W.” He pulls his arms down setting off some small pyros behind him, which also begins the lights to return to the arena.

The referee calls for the bell, starting the match. Wryght meets his challenger in the center of the ring, chest to chest as they trade a heated exchange of words before Wryght pie-face shoves Andy D away. The champion turns his back to boast and then berate a fan in the front row. The distraction allows Andy D to charge across the ring and dropkick Wryght into the far left corner. Andy D snatches Wryght by the ears, locks on a front headlock and drags the champion to the center of the ring. Andy D attempts a suplex, but Wryght floats over, quickly drops to the mat and rolls to the outside.

Ace Anderson: Great job!

Jerry Andrews: Sycophant.

Ace Anderson: Hey, I'm just callin' 'em like I see 'em.

Jerry Andrews: So am I.

Inside of the ring, the referee backs Andy D to the center of the ring to begin counting Wryght out. Once the referee's focus is on Wryght, Andy quickly scales the turnbuckles in the far right corner and leaps. Wryght is dropped to the outside mats with a flying clothesline. Andy picks Wryght up then drops him with a left hook. Wryght is dragged to his feet again, pushed against the ring apron and stung with a knife-edge chop. Andy is relentless as Wryght crawls on all fours around the corner, snatching him back up from behind only to floor him with a clubbing axe handle to the back of the neck and shoulders. Andy jerks Wryght back up and rolls him back into the ring under the bottom rope.

Jerry Andrews: The challenger is on a tear tonight.

Ace Anderson: No fair! The President is just - well he - he's got jet lag from the campaign trail!

Andy bounds up onto the apron and then springs over the top rope, splashing down onto Wryght on the inside. Back to his feet and off of the far ropes, Andy drops a sharp elbow and then hooks a leg... 1... Wryght reaches out and grabs the bottom rope, breaking the count. Andy stays on the champion, a quick stomp to the midsection and kick to the head before ducking back through to ropes to the apron and scaling the far right corner.

Wryght suddenly bursts to the ropes, knocking Andy down onto the top turnbuckle. Wryght sends Andy to the outside mats with a dropkick. Wryght exits to the apron through the ropes and drops a heavy double axe handle. Jerking Andy D up off of the floor, Wryght follows up, rocketing the challenger into the crowd barricade. Using the top of the crowd barrier for leverage, Mr. Showtime chokes Andy D out with his boot down to the absolute last second before rushing back to the ring to break the count! Showtime reaches down and grabs Andy D. by the hair and shoves him under the bottom rope, following him into the ring, his momentum building as the match continues!

Jerry Andrews: Well this is getting unusually scary for Showtime.

Ace Anderson: No reason to be scared -

Ace's comment is cut off as a deafening blast of static screams out of the speakers, an electronic crackle fading to a subliminal background hiss as a voice rumbles out over the crowd. 

"Did you really think it would work, Mikey? Setting up your little house of cards just so, letting Nathan cheat me out of my chance?"

Jerry Andrews: You were saying?!

Ace Anderson: That voice...

Jerry Andrews: Is THIS who Showtime was looking for?!

"I've forgotten more about this building's unhallowed halls, corridors, entrances and exits than you'll ever know...

...you can't keep me out, Mikey...

...and you can't keep me from what's MINE."

*BOOM*

The lights cut black, then back in full - with MURDOC standing in the center of the ring!!

Ace Anderson: Oh NO!

Jerry Andrews: THIS won't end well.

Andy D. and Wryght lurch back as if physically struck, the masked monster staring PCW's President down. One massive paw lifts - a finger points to Wryght - and PCW security floods onto the scene! Murdoc glances around and makes a break for it - STRAIGHT THROUGH THE CROWD! Shrieks, cheers, jeers and screams mark his path as he goes barreling past, security hot on his trail!

Wryght's face twists into an ugly grimace as he wheels around to take his frustration out on the nearest target - Andy D.! Showtime snaps out with a powerful shove, following up with an uppercut and goes in for a kick, knocking Andy sprawling! In the center of the ring now, Wryght catches Andy in a grapevine ankle lock. Lim checks for a submission, but Andy is holding on. The fans rally behind Andy D. His adrenaline pumping from the cheering Faithful, Andy slowly drags himself to the ropes for the break. Wright keeps the hold locked in clear up to the four count. Wryght breaks the hold with a few choice words for the ref. As he returns his attention to his opponent, he gets a boot to the gut for his efforts.

Andy uses the ropes to pull himself up, favoring his ankle a bit. As Wryght stands full, Andy bounces off of the second rope for a springboard moonsault, dropping both men to the mat. Andy hooks a leg, but only gets a two count before Wryght kicks out. And scales the turnbuckles, perching at the top in wait as Wryght gets to his feet. Andy is in the air!

Jerry Andrews: Tornado DDT! Holy cow! He turned Wryght head over tea kettle with that one!

Ace Anderson: Where's Secret Service? They should be stopping Andy D from trying to kill him!

Jerry Andrews: They're still trying to find Murdoc! LOOK! Wryght is out cold! Andy for the cover!

He gets a long two count! Wryght barely gets the shoulder up in time. Andy slaps the mat in frustration, springing to his feet. delivering a few heavy boots to Showtime's guts. He waits as Wryght begins to stir, sitting up. Dragon's Bite! Andy rolls down for the cover!

...1!

.....2!

.......3!

Winner & NEW International Champion: Andy D via Pinfall

Ace Anderson: Our President may have lost the battle - but he has not lost the war!

Jerry Andrews: Oh for crying out - can we move this along already?

"Damn Nation," by Lower Than Atlantis sounds out over the PCW loudspeakers, Wryght coming to just in time to see a battle-weary Andy D. having his arm lifted - and being handed the Pure Class Wrestling International Championship belt! With a politically incorrect roar of anger, Showtime rolls out of the ring and stalks backstage, brushing past fans and entourage alike as he storms towards the locker room. Andy D. celebrates for a few moments more in the center of the ring before making his own way backstage to the applause of the fans in attendance!

Match Eight
World Championship Match
Justin Kaard (World ©) vs Grimm
Referee: Eric Russo

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, it's time for one of our main events of the evening. The PCW World Championship is on the line!

Ace Anderson: I've been waiting for this rematch since it was announced! Justin Kaard defeated Grimm at Mass Destruction, cutting his title reign short and Grimm certainly wasn't happy about it.

Jerry Andrews: Can you imagine Grimm happy?

Ace Anderson: That's terrifying. Stop being terrifying.

Jerry Andrews: Well, the time for waiting has come to an end. The time for action is now. Let's go back to the ring for our championship match!

"The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the PCW World Heavyweight Championship!"

The crowd explodes.

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

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

He walks out to a single blue-white spotlight, stops to bask in the light and shadows, and scans the crowd. The Lord of Misrule closes his eyes and sighs before making the long walk to the ring, ignoring the fans along the way. The spotlight follows. The words work their way up through the layers of the song.

Go back to sleep.

Phinehas climbs up onto the apron and slides in between the ropes. Hopping up onto a turnbuckle, he casts his gaze out over the crowd with his arms at his side, eyes shifting to take in the sea of faces spread out before him. Grimm then drops down. And waits.

"Introducing first, from Hangtown, Kentucky..... GRIMM!"

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.

"And his opponent....."

Kaard strides purposely down the ramp, stopping about halfway 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 is the PCW World Champion...."

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.

".... JUSTIN KAARD!!!"

Both competitors stand in the ring as the referee holds the championship in the air.

Jerry Andrews: This is what it's all about ladies and gentlemen, the PCW World Championship!

Ace Anderson: The richest prize in the game and the reason these two men will put their bodies on the line here tonight.

Jerry Andrews: Here we go!

The two men meet in the middle of the ring and there's a brief, yet incredibly intense staredown. Suddenly, Grimm explodes with a series of strikes.

Jerry Andrews: Grimm isn't wasting much time here.

Ace Anderson: He wants that title back in a bad way.

Kaard is staggered. Grimm rushes at him and clotheslines him down to the mat hard. He then pulls him up, but Kaard surprises him by leaping up and connecting with a big dropkick.

Jerry Andrews: Grimm may want that title back, but he'll have to go through Justin Kaard to get it.

Ace Anderson: And I think Kaard likes having it!

Kaard now runs off of the ropes and he hits Grimm with a leg drop. A quick cover gets about one and a half. Kaard stands up and he hits Grimm with a standing moonsault. Another cover and another kickout before two.

Ace Anderson: Smart strategy by Justin Kaard here trying to end this one quickly. He has the advantage right now so why not?

Kaard now waits for Grimm to get to his knees. He then runs at him and connects with a projectile hurricanrana!

Justin Kaard now goes for another cover and he gets two. Kaard now pulls Grimm up and he Irish whips him into the corner. Kaard charges, but Grimm explodes out of the corner with a flying lariat!

Ace Anderson: Grimm almost took Kaard's head off there!

Grimm quickly locks in a rear choke. Kaard struggles, but fights his way out, working his way to his feet and striking Grimm in the midsection repeatedly, breaking the hold. Grimm now swings at Kaard, but Kaard dodges it and returns fire with a strong right. He swings again and once again connects. Kaard then runs the ropes and flies at Grimm with a crossbody! Grimm catches Kaard and hits him with a fallaway slam!

Grimm with a cover now and a two count. Grimm pulls the champion up and he throws him into the corner. Now Grimm charges at it's Kaard turn to get his feet up, kicking Grimm right in the face. Kaard now pops up to the second turnbuckle and he leaps off and he connect with a tornado DDT! Kaard with a cover and a two count.

Jerry Andrews: This battle has been back-and-forth since the opening bell!

Kaard gets to his feet. Grimm isn't far behind. Justin Kaard explodes on Grimm with a series of roundhouse kicks, staggering him. Kaard now takes a step back and charges at Grimm, but the challenger quickly plants him with a hard spinebuster!

Grimm with a cover and a two count.

Ace Anderson: They're going move for move and shot for shot here tonight. I love it!

Grimm pulls Kaard up now. Kaard battles back with rights and lefts. Grimm responds with a big knee to the midsection. He drives his elbow into Kaard's back and then grabs him in a front facelock. Kaard lunges with his legs, sending Grimm crashing into the corner and breaking the move. Kaard now follows up with a big dropkick that sends Grimm through the ropes and down to the floor on the outside!

Jerry Andrews: Big move and now Grimm is on the outside!

Ace Anderson: Look out!

Justin Kaard comes flying over the ropes with a crossbody that connects !

Jerry Andrews: Another big move by the champion!

Justin Kaard stands up as the crowd cheers. He now takes a few steps back and waits for Grimm to stand up. Kaard goes running at him and grabs him, setting him up for a flying DDT, but Grimm shifts his weight and plants Kaard on the floor. Kaard staggers to his feet and Grimm takes him back down with a flying shoulder block!

Jerry Andrews: Kaard went to the well one too many times there!

Ace Anderson: You live by the sword, you die by the sword!

Grimm now pulls Kaard up and he slams him face-first into the apron before rolling him into the ring. Grimm follows Kaard inside. Kaard starts to get to his feet, but Grimm stops him with an elbow drop. Grimm now stands up and he drops a leg on Kaard. He then goes for a cover and gets two.

Grimm pulls Kaard up and he throws him into the corner. He works him over with a few punches and then sets him up on the top turnbuckle.

Jerry Andrews: What is Grimm looking to do here!?

Grimm steps onto the second ropes, hooks his arm around Kaard and takes him over with a huge superplex!

Ace Anderson: SUPERPLEX!

Grimm drapes his arm over Kaard:
1...
2...

Jerry Andrews: JUSTIN KAARD KICKS OUT!

Grimm slowly gets to his feet and he waits for the champion to do the same. When he does, Grimm charges at him with a running lariat. Kaard ducks it and he leaps up and hits Grimm with an enzguri! Kaard falls on him for a cover:
1...
2...

Ace Anderson: Not enough!

Kaard stands up. He charges at Grimm, but Grimm hits him with a big spear! Grimm now stands up. He takes a step back and when Kaard stands up, Grimm connects with a savate kick! He now makes his way to the top rope and comes flying off...

Jerry Andrews: Here comes the Sword of Heimdall from the top rope!

Ace Anderson: Justin Kaard moves out of the way!

Kaard quickly goes for a cover:
1...
2...

Jerry Andrews: KICKOUT!

Kaard runs the ropes now and goes for a leg drop. Grimm moves out of the way and Kaard hits the mat. Grimm quickly repositions himself and he locks Kaard in an arm triangle choke!

Jerry Andrews: The Winding Stair! He has it locked in!

Ace Anderson: Kaard has to find a way out of this quickly or he can say goodbye to his championship!

Kaard struggles in the move, trying to break free. The referee is right beside him, asking him if he wants to continue. Kaard continues to struggle in the hold as Grimm locks it tight. Kaard finally manages to adjust his body enough that he can get his leg on the bottom rope, breaking the hold.

Jerry Andrews: Smart move by Kaard getting himself to the ropes.

Ace Anderson: I don't think he had much of a choice!

Grimm stands up and he immediately starts to unload on Kaard with right and left elbow strikes.

Jerry Andrews: Grimm is just relentless now, unloading on Kaard who can't quite cover up.

Ace Anderson: Look in Grimm's eyes! He wants that title back!

Kaard manages to roll out of the ring. As he stands up, Grimm comes flying through the ropes with a suicide dive! Kaard dives out of the way at the last second and Grimm hits the barrier!

Jerry Andrews: OUCH! Grimm threw caution to the wind there and he ended up face-first in the ringside barrier!

Ace Anderson: Now it's Justin Kaard's chance to capitalize!

Kaard immediately does just that, unloading on Grimm with strikes. Kaard now leaps up onto the apron and he comes flying off just as Grimm is getting to his feet!

Jerry Andrews: 720 DDT onto the floor!

Ace Anderson: WOW! That could be it! Kaard just needs to get Grimm in the ring... or hell, take the count out victory, champ!

Kaard slowly stands up. He pulls Grimm up and rolls him into the ring. Kaard then climbs to the top ropes!

Jerry Andrews: Seattle Space Walk!!!

Ace Anderson: NOBODY HOME!

Kaard hits the mat with a thud as Grimm rolls out of the way. Grimm now stands up. He makes his way to the second turnbuckle and he waits for Justin Kaard to get to his feet....

Jerry Andrews: THE HARVEST!

Ace Anderson: THE COVER!

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

Jerry Andrews: Grimm has done it!

The bell rings. The referee hands Grimm the PCW World Championship. He raises it over his head triumphantly.

Winner: Grimm via pinfall

Ace Anderson: What a battle between these two! They both threw everything they had at one another and Grimm came out on top tonight!

Jerry Andrews: Grimm is once again the PCW World Champion! What a night!

Main Event
THE ICEMANN INVITATIONAL TOURNAMENT: FINAL ROUND
Singles Match
Brenna Gordon vs “The Fabulous One” Dan Fierce
Referee: Ed Lane

The overhead lights dim as the opening notes of 'What The Water Gave Me' come forth from the sound system. Hidden spotlights and overhead rigs illuminate the arena in the deep blues and purples of a sky on the verge of going fully dark, a fine mist seeping its way upward through the grating of the stage and ramp as smoke of a similar weight falls from the ceiling to come as close to replicating the lands which gave rise to myths and the ancestors of the young woman that is about to emerge. Audio editing means that the song goes straight to the chorus, the ephemeral voice of Florence Welch only serving to add to the ambiance being created that is equal parts serene and unsettling.

So lay me down... let the only sound be the overflow.
Pockets full of stones.
So lay me down... let the only sound be... the overflow.

As the song launches itself into the bridge after the chorus, the lights surrounding the curtain suddenly flash into being in time with the beat-- the ghostly shade of blue the same hue one would associate with magic suddenly gracing the world with its presence. It is amidst these flickering bursts of illumination that Brenna Gordon steps through the curtain and into view, her movements languid and slow despite the obvious tension in her frame. Purposeful steps carry her to the top of the ramp as she gazes out at the area with a carefully neutral expression, the dark-haired female coming to a stop to survey arena and audience alike.

'Cause they took your loved ones-- but returned them in exchange for you.
But would you have it any other way?
Would you have it any other way?
You couldn't have it any other way.

The crowd’s reaction, much more cheers than boos come crashing upon her, but Brenna doesn't so much as flinch.

'Cause she's a cruel mistress and a bargain must be made.
But oh, my love, don't forget me when I let the water take me...

Advancing down the ramp with that same deliberate grace, the fans on either side of the aisle are ignored-- rather, Brenna's attention is solely focused upon the ring. It isn't until she's near the bottom of the ramp that she is breaking that control, a promise of her blinding speed revealed when she dashes forward to slide into the ring... and a glimpse at her agility revealed in how she leaps and shifts position to ensure she does so feet-first. Skidding to a stop upon her knees, Brenna climbs to her feet and makes her way over to her corner. As the music fades and the overhead lights reclaim their grip upon the arena, she remains impassive, waiting for the bell to ring.

Jerry Andrews: An impressive competitor, she’s come a VERY long way in her first Icemann Invitational, beating several veteran’s on her way up! This could be the night she wins a shot many have to wait months or even years for!

Ace Anderson: No doubt, but let’s not forget about the Fabulous One himself! Another newbie to the Icemann Invitational Tournament, he’s still made his way all the way up to the top for this one shot!

Jerry Andrews: Not just a shot, but a true LEGACY. Winning one of these tournaments is an honor held by few, when all’s said and done, with some of the top talents in PCW still not having managed the feat!

The PCW-Tron flashes like a drunk first timer at Pride -

RED
ORANGE
YELLOW
GREEN
BLUE
PURPLE

- as "Shut Your Mouth," by Garbage blares over the speakers. Out comes the Fabulous One! He smiles a huge grin and blows kisses to the audience members. Once he climbs into the ring, he steps to the middle and strikes a pose with one hand on his hip and the other up in the air as glitter cannons fire off in each corner showering the ring with glitter.

Jerry Andrews: I’ve been looking forward to this all NIGHT!

Ace Anderson: I gotta agree with you here, Jerry, I’ve been dying to see which of the two are going to get that title shot!



Brenna and Fierce listen quietly as Ed Lane issues his instructions, the ref nodding his satisfaction at their understanding and raising his arm for the bell.

DING DING DING!

The match begins!

The two circle for several wary moments, a few testing strikes and kicks fired off and deflected. As they continue to test the waters, Brenna attempts a lockup that Fierce rebuffs. The fans are starting to grow impatient - but not NEARLY as impatient as Brenna Gordon! She again lunges forward to lock up, but Fierce simply sidesteps and dodges her advance. She attempts another lockup and again he evades her! Frustration getting the best of her, Brenna shuffle steps forward and levels a powerful kick to the center of Fierce’s chest - but Dan bolts out of the way causing Gordon to string her leg up in the ropes! The Fabulous One purses his lips with disapproval, tsking and waggling a finger as he advances on his trapped opponent.

Jerry Andrews: Here we go!

Fierce hooks her from behind as she manages to kick free from the ropes and he drags her to the center of the ring, Brenna nearly boneless in his grip, dark hair hanging over her face...

Ace Anderson: She can’t be done already. We just started! What the hell!?

Fierce releases her, his hands moving to spin her around - and Brenna flies into action! A drop toehold sends Dan to the mat and she follows it up by dropping an elbow across the back of his neck, up on her feet again in the blink of an eye for a double leg drop! Fierce rolls out of the way but Gordon advances, grabbing him by his artful coiffure and hauling him up only to slam him back down to the mat with a snap suplex! She takes advantage of his momentary confusion to hook a leg, Lane slipping in to count.

Jerry Andrews: No, no I think it’s safe to say she’s definitely NOT done.

Ace Anderson: Neither is he!

Fierce lifts a shoulder off the mat before the one count, Gordon goes straight back on the offensive with a stiff shoot kick to the ribs of the downed opponent. Following it with another two strong kicks to the ribs, she takes Fierce by the head and hauls him up to his feet before whipping him into the ropes! On the rebound she manages to catch Fierce and twist him into the mat with a hard armdrag but the resilient Fabulous One jumps to his feet quickly, only to get caught by a second! Upon getting to his feet again, Dan rushes forward and Brenna attempts a third… but Fierce feints at the last moment and Brenna grounds herself! No chance at all for Gordon to move before Fierce lashes out with a balletic straight boot to the face and follows it up with a powerful Scoop Slam in the center of the ring! Dan Fierce with the cover now, Lane in for the count.

...1!

NO!

Gordon kicks out with EMPHASIS just after the one-count, Fierce getting to his feet and backing a half step away as Brenna kips up to a pop from the crowd!

Up again, Fierce wastes absolutely NO time in pressing the attack, backing a stride into the ropes and using them to launch himself at Gordon! Running forward he leaps into a picturesque dropkick, Brenna miraculously managing to deflect most of the impact, the competitors staggering apart from each other. As Gordon pushes away from the turnbuckle, Fierce is equally quick to gain his feet, the fatigue from the earlier matches seeming to fall away from both of them at this, the Icemann Invitational finals! Fierce again on the offensive, Brenna dodging and returning fire as she can.

Ace Anderson: This is getting intense!

Jerry Andrews: It's the finals - this was never going to be anything BUT intense!

Fierce reaches his objective, swinging a fierce right hook towards Brenna’s face - but as she blocks, he socks her in the gut with a quick punch! Caught off guard, Brenna is doubled over, Fierce tangling his fingers in the brunette mane and holding her still while he levels a couple of vicious knees into her midsection! Gordon is doubled further and further over with the repeated strikes, almost bent in half, Lane hovering at the edges, ready to intervene!

Jerry Andrews: This is it!

A hauntingly alien scream echoes from the ring, Fierce thrown back first into a turnbuckle as Brenna explodes from her crouched position, following him into the corner with a running knee strike! One knee after another, Gordon HAMMERS Fierce’s abdomen with strike after strike! Lane skitters to their corner, warning Brenna off - a warning that earns him a scathing glare along with grudging obedience to his officiation.

For about two seconds.

Gordon is back on Fierce like glitter on disco pants, a barrage of strikes badgering him back towards the corner - but Fierce retaliates with a sharp backhand! The blow staggering her back, he lays a heavy chop into her chest - and another, and another!

Ace Anderson: Don’t say it…

Jerry Andrews: CHOPS ARE SERVED! YES!

Brenna goes for a straight arm strike, but Fierce catches her arm, twisting it around into a high angle armbar and using it to whip her into the ropes! She charges forward on the rebound, Fierce crouched as if to set up for a lift - but at the LAST possible second he rises, rooting himself firmly and locking an arm for a clothesline!

Ace Anderson: OUCH.

Brenna makes a valiant effort to correct her course but too late - she goes down in a pained, crumpled heap on the mat, Dan Fierce quick to wrap her up for another pin attempt!

...1!

….2!!

…….3!!!

Your 2016 Icemann Invitational Tournament Winner: “The Fabulous One” Dan Fierce via Pinfall!

Fuschia and prismatic white glitter rain in from overhead as Lane lifts Fierce’s arm as the winner of The Icemann Invitational Tournament, The Fabulous One turning away to offer Brenna Gordon a hand up with an apologetic (but no less charismatic) smile. Gordon stares up at him for a long moment, dark eyes locked onto his face before she nods, taking the hand and offering him a congratulatory handshake before retrieving her Underground Championship belt and slipping quietly out of the ring. Garbage’s ”Shut Your Mouth,” rocks out over the PCW loudspeakers as the crowd goes BALLISTIC for the incredible show by the two superstars and Dan Fierce’s win!

Ace Anderson: There you have it, ladies and gentlemen! “The Fabulous One” Dan Fierce has won the 2016 Icemann Invitational Tournament!!

Jerry Andrews: He has indeed, and on his very first Invitational! Brenna Gordon put up an incredible fight, and we've had the executive statement from the corporate office that she will REMAIN the Underground Queen! The rules are that the belt should be defended once per show, and defend it she did!

Ace Anderson: There is NO talent we've seen here tonight who has any reason to feel anything less than pride in their dedication and performance, it's been an amazing show.

Jerry Andrews: An INCREDIBLE show, with all kinds of crazy happenings and great performances.

Ace Anderson: Speaking of crazy happenings… has anyone found Dollface yet?

The celebratory atmosphere fades into the background as a motion-activated camera deep within PCW’s underbelly flickers to life, a pale faced Brenna Gordon halts in a dead-end room at a three way intersection - with a nailed-shut coffin in the center!

“Kelli!”

She reaches the coffin in less than a second, the sound of her shout bringing running footsteps closer - a breathless Dontevius Ellis breaks on to the scene!

“Is she in there? GET HER OUT!”

Brenna glares. “What do you think I’m DOING here!? Help me find something to pry this thing open with!”

Ellis glances around, his eyes catching sight of some piping along the wall. Without a second’s hesitation, he wraps his hands around a stretch of pipe, muscles bunching as he pulls! It wrenches free all at once, showering him with murky liquid as he tosses the length of pipe to Brenna!

Catching it in an extended fist, she immediately sets to work on the coffin, wedging the metal into the wooden seal and using the length as leverage while Ellis tears another pipe free of the walls to work on the other side!

No sooner are they nearly done than one more set of footsteps gallops in, said footsteps carrying a panicked Nathan Saniti! Almost as though he can’t bear to look, he turns his face away and lifts the lid, Brenna’s gasp snapping his eyes open and yanking his gaze to the casket with the others.

Brenna, Dontevius, and a woozy-looking Nathan Saniti peer into the coffin - Nathan’s eyes nearly bulging out of his skull as he throws his head back and yowls with rage! Gordon and Ellis flatten themselves to the walls as Nathan goes BERZERK, shoving the casket to the floor with a heavy, splintering crash!

Thousands of assorted candies spill out onto the floor in a riot of color…

...but Kelli Starr is nowhere to be seen!

-CLICK-

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Massive shout out to Nathan Saniti for being the VERY best, to Rick Majors & Dontevius Ellis for picking up last minute match writing duties, and to everyone who sent in segs or otherwise helped out with the show!

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Tl;Dr Winner Cheatsheet Coming Soon!