Trauma 193 Results!

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Thursday June 9th, 2016

Ace Anderson: WELCOME to Trauma, ladies and gentlemen, we have an incredible night coming our way in JUST a few moments!

Jerry Andrews: That’s right, Ace, we’ve got new champions, we have retaining champions, and we even have a championship defense here tonight!

Ace Anderson: Some may scoff at the Underground Title, but it’s hard earned and even harder retained, defended a mandatory once per show!

Jerry Andrews: I hear we’re going to have some words from our President at some point in tonight’s proceedings, a few announcements and taking care of business and -

Ace Anderson: - the hell?

Jerry Andrews: I - I don’t -

The audience is in stunned silence as stagehands wheel out a pair of old-fashioned wooden outhouses, one to each side of the stage their only doors angled to face the runway.

Ace: No, really… what the actual hell is going on?

Jerry: Yeah. I've got nothing.

The house lights dim as fog envelops the stage, a spotlight on each latrine.

The pounding bass and claps of "MANiCURE," by Lady Gaga break the tension. The doors to the potties burst open as men, women and drag queens begin pouring out of the in time to the music, lining the runway. Each is wearing a "FK H8" emblem on their attire. They range in body shape, size, and age, including some families with children. As they reach their assigned positions, they all simply dance in place, seeming to be having the time of their lives. As the song ends, they all motion in unison to the entrance ramp.

The music transforms into magical strains of harp music.

An enormous cake that barely fits through the entryway wheels onto the center, a few people dressed as bakers dancing around it like something from out of a Broadway musical. A rather rotund, bespectacled woman with long straight brown hair and dressed in a muumuu barges front and center in front of the cake. She's wearing a pointed "witch's" hat, her nose is pointed, and her skin is painted green. She pantomimes words and a cackle at the assembled revelers.

"I'll get you! And your little civil rights, too!"

Suddenly, the cake comes to life, a section of it popping open like the airlock of an alien spaceship, light and smoke emanating from within. The witch feigns horror, frozen in place as the opening section unfolds, seemingly crushing her as it comes down. A shrouded figure atop what appears to be a horse slowly emerges from inside the cake.

The Tron flashes:

RED

ORANGE

YELLOW

GREEN

BLUE

PURPLE

As the thrumming introduction of "Shut Your Mouth," by Garbage brings the entire arena to its feet!

Jerry: Is... Is that a UNICORN?

Ace: ... Is Fierce NAKED?

Dan Fierce rides out of the cake atop a unicorn with a rainbow mane and tail. The steed prances proudly down the ramp, Dan coyly covering parts of his -apparently- naked chest, a well placed fig leaf covering the nether regions. Several of the more burly and handsome partygoers lining the ramp assist Dan as he dismounts. The lights remain dim as Dan enters the ring.

With a swift motion, Dan yanks off the nude bodysuit at the precise time that the lights come back on to full and his glitter cannons fire from all corners, revealing that he has a sequined rainbow patchwork shirt and black slacks. He strikes his famous pose, grinning from ear to ear, soaking in the appreciation from the Faithful. He receives a microphone from another of the attendees, allowing the excitement to die down a bit.

"Too much?"

Dan smiles mischievously with a hand on his hip and his head tilted, allowing the audience to give a mixture of answers. He waggles a dismissive finger.

"Mmmm mmmm. No no! Go big, or go home! And this bitch isn't about to go home, sweeties!"

The audience pops with approval.

"In fact, I'd say that after Living a Legacy, I have every reason to stick around for a while. Winning the Icemann Invitational has that effect on me."

Jerry: The Faithful seen to be enjoying this spectacle.

Ace: Well it's definitely not something you see every ever.

Dan gets a humble look on his face.

"I have a lot of people to thank for helping me to get here. But this isn't the Oscars. Let me sum it up by saying I seriously wouldn't be here if it weren't for each and every one of you! I haven't had the legendary career that some have had in this business, but I dare to say that I rank right up there with them. I come into this ring. I give it my all. Even if that's not enough on some days, I still hold my head high, and I do it all for you. I love all of you!"

Dan paces around the ring, blowing kisses in every direction.

"However, I'd be lying if I said I could do this forever. I simply can't. Time and my body just won't let me. But don't go putting this old horse out to pasture yet."

Dan produces a piece of paper.

"This? This right here is what it's all about. This is the grand prize from the blood sweat and tears that lead to that fateful fight against an extremely capable Brenna Gordon. This is the guaranteed title shot I won just a little while ago. So... What to do...?"

Dan looks at the paper, cupping his chin with a thumb and forefinger in mock thought. He spends a few seconds "pondering" before speaking again.

"Well, I'm sure I could be happy with another go at Brenna for the Underground Championship. I do like the sound of being a Queen."

The audience breaks into a "NO" chant. Dan holds up a finger to help quiet them down.

"Or perhaps I could test my mettle against the newly crowned International Champion, Andy D!"

Again, the peanut gallery pops for the name, but disapproves of the decision.

"Maybe I could cash it in and stomp a glittery mudhole in our despicable new North American Champion, Alexa Black?"

The question garners jeers for the hated leader of The Darkness. Still the audience condemns his notion.

"Hmmm... What to do, what to do?"

Once more, Dan feigns deep thought. He stops in the center of the ring, snapping his fingers with a pointed gesture.

"I know! I'll go for the one thing that has eluded me my entire career! A WORLD TITLE!"

Now, that is an idea the audience seems to get behind!

"Like I said, go big, or go home. I'd be a fool for wasting a golden opportunity like this when I can reach for the top and give it a go. So Grimm, you had better enjoy that gold while it lasts, cuz mama's got the itch for that World Title you just regained."

The party in and around the ring is interrupted as "Light Em Up" blasts through the arena. Justin Kaard, clad in street clothes, strides down the ramp to a mixed reaction. Half the crowd cheers for the former world champion while the other half and people lining the ramp boo. As he climbs the stairs and enters the ring, Justin pulls a microphone from his back pocket.

"Dan, as the former World Champion I wanted to be the first one to congratulate you. Winning the Icemann Invitational is no small feat and has lead to big things for almost everyone who won it. I don't have any doubt it will lead to big things for you too."

The crowd cheers and Dan smiles fabulously.

"Seems like the people in Greenville have made your decision for you, Fierce. They want you to face Grimm for the World Title at Return to Glory."

The crowd absolutely erupts and Justin holds the mic out to amplify their cheer.

"But that's not going to happen. That's my title and I intend to get it back."

The faithful let out a stunned gasp in unison. You can practically feel the air leave the Arena. Dan Fierce, still grinning, prances over to Kaard and caresses his chest.

"That's adorable, Sweetie, but you're forgetting one very important thing. I've got this fancy piece of paper here that says I can."

He raises the paper triumphantly and the audience finds their voices and cheers loudly. Justin looks up at the contract and nods thoughtfully.

"You do, and I have no intentions of taking that away from you. You will get a shot at the World Title, but not before I get my rematch with Grimm. Now I'm asking you; man to man, wrestler to wrestler, NOT to cash in right now. Let me have Grimm one on one at Return to Glory and I'll guarantee you get your shot as soon as I'm done with him. Think about if, Fierce."

The crowd boos as the upstart Adrenaline King rolls out of the ring and starts to head back up the stage. Dan Fierce just smiles and blows a kiss up the ramp towards Kaard.

Ace Anderson: So what actually just happened here?

Jerry Andrews: Looks like Kaard wants that rematch… but Fierce wants his shot, too!

Ace Anderson: Do you think they’ll come to an agreement?

Jerry Andrews: Who knows… I just want to see how President Showtime is gonna handle it!

Match One

Underground Match

Singles Match

Alex Hayes vs Tyrone “Crazy Boy” Smith

Referee: Charles Lim

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 opponent to come out.

As "Suplex" by "A Tribe Called Red" begins, a figure of an eight bit Native American from the old SNES days appears on the jumbotron and then shifts to Native American children watching wrestling and practicing the moves they see. About twenty seconds later, Alexander Hayes walks out from behind the curtain. He is dress in a black and blue singlet. The top half is blue and the bottom half is black. As he makes his way down the ring, he high fives some of the younger audience members. When he gets to the ring, he slides underneath the bottom rope and walks in the center of the ring and raises a fist high in the air as the lights turn into a black and white mixture forming, underneath his feet an eagle feather. After ten seconds of this, the feather fades and the lights go back up in the arena.

Ace Anderson: A great match up to start the night, old school PCW veteran Tyrone Smith facing off against newcomer Alexander Hayes.

Jerry Andrews: Someone’s gotta be your first… and it looks like Mr. Hayes is gonna be testing his mettle against PCW’s very own “Crazy Boy”!

Charles Lim steps forward to give his introductory remarks, both men listening attentively. Tyrone Smith seems more “together” than PCW has seen him in recent weeks, extending his hand to Alex Hayes in a show of goodwill, but Hayes launches forward in a preemptive attack! The lights come on full as Charles Lim calls for the bell, the match already off to an explosive start. Hayes fires back at Smith with a barrage of brawling style strikes, Smith countering with several grapple attempts. Hayes manages to block the grapple attempts, Smith still managing to pepper Hayes with scattered strikes.

Ace Anderson: He’s lookin’ good.

Jerry Andrews: Hayes is definitely putting up a good show here.

Ace Anderson: I was talking about Crazy Boy.

Jerry Andrews: I was talking about Hayes.

Ace Anderson: … we know, Jerry. We know.

Clearly tired of the game, Hayes shoves Crazy Boy violently away with a show of brute force and delivers a vicious roundhouse kick to the outside of Smith’s right leg! Quick reflexes alone are all that save Crazy Boy’s knee, the damaging impact directed instead into the heavier mass at the thigh. Smith stumbles back from the blow, Alex Hayes pressing the advantage to pursue for a running clothes line! Smith deftly turns the stumble into a dodge, Hayes careening into the ropes, rebounding back towards Crazy Boy who manipulates him into an Irish Whip straight into the turnbuckle!

Following Hayes into the corner, Smith lays in a few strikes the flurry of blows distracting fan and foe alike until he suddenly flips the disoriented Hayes into a surprise snap suplex!! Hayes lands hard, Smith following him down for a pin attempt, Lim slipping in to make the count:

...- not yet!

Hayes gets his shoulder up JUST before the one-count, clearly annoyed. The two combatants separate and retreat to separate corners for a moment, taking stock of the situation They rush towards each other, and the two men lock it up in the center of the ring, each jockeying for some sort of leverage to use against their opponent. Struggling and straining, seemingly at an impasse until Smith manages to twist around and get Hayes into a headlock! Hayes struggles and flails, keeping Smith on the move in an effort to keep the hold secure. Keeping Crazy Boy on the move, and walking him straight towards the ropes! Throwing all his weight into it, Hayes forces himself and Crazy Boy into a bounce off the ropes, using the rebound as momentum to slip out of Smith’s hold and shove him across the ring! Smith hits the ropes on the other side, bouncing off and careening into Hayes, bullrushing him into the mat! With Alex Hayes down and struggling to rise, Smith whirls to shout to the crowd, hyping them up while he waits for his opponent to rise.

Ace Anderson: Crazy Boy’s doing really well tonight!

Jerry Andrews: Crazy is as crazy does.

Ace Anderson: What does that even mean?

Jerry Andrews: Hell if I know.

Alerted by the noises of the crowd, Tyrone glances over his shoulder to see Hayes finally on his feet and charging towards him, arms outstretched! Smith feints forward in a game of chicken, sidestepping at the last possible second and grabbing at Hayes’ extended wrist to leverage him into a hip toss! Following him down, Crazy Boy rolls Hayes to his stomach and straddles his back, jabbing the webbing between thumb and finger with brutal precision to the exact spot where neck meets shoulder!

Ace Anderson: Crazy Nerve Hold!

Jerry Andrews: He’s gonna do it!

Alex Hayes struggles madly, face reddening, but is powerless to make any progress to the ropes as his arms remain useless at his sides, Charles Lim watching closely - and Alex Hayes slaps his hand on the canvas with no choice left!

Winner: Tyrone “Crazy Boy” Smith via Submission

"10000 Watts of Artificial Pleasure" rocks out of the PCW loudspeakers as Crazy Boy rises to his feet and celebrates his win, Dope Star Inc’s tune an alternative rock fanfare preceding him from the ring, Alex Hayes eventually gaining a vertical base and following Smith backstage.

Match Two

Underground Match

Triple Threat Match

Seromine vs Razor Blade vs Baby Jenks

Referee: Ty Little

The lights inside of the arena begin to flicker in and out like that of a potential power outage. Within seconds blinding white light flashes and then plunges the faithful into darkness. Static noise interferes with the house speakers, low at first but ending rather loud. It alternates into the test pattern sound for a few seconds, followed by an eerie silence.

“...THEEEEYY’RRE HEEEEEEERE...”

The famous line from Poltergeist echoes, ushering in the opening guitar riffs of 70’s occult rock inspired, “Son of the Devil” by Witching Altar. NO fancy lighting is provided, only that of seven candles being held by seven individuals. They walk up from underneath the stage, each dressed in ceremonial garb traditionally seen in rituals. Dirty bass and rhythmic drums soon explode into the unsettling ambiance of the entrance music…

Under rainy night
In a golden manger you’ve born
Fruit of a ritual rape
Generated within the womb of a whore

The four female followers are adorned in white, their masks are demonic takes of a Rattlesnake, Wolf, Pig and Rabbit. Opposite them are the three male followers dressed in black. Their masks consist of a Ram, Grizzly and Goat. They line the ramp, the soft candlelight glow illuminating the way for the emerging Seromine, who also has a candle and is sporting a blood red robe with a Great Horned Owl mask concealing his face.

Death struck the land
At the moment of your birth
People screamed and wept
But even their god was in dearth

Seromine saunters down the ramp, with his followers marching behind him as he passes. Ignoring the booing of the fans, they pair off to circle around the ring. One by one, all eight place their candles inside of stands and remain by them. Seromine removes his robe. His long stringy hair hanging loose in front of his face. Oddly enough he elects not to enter the ring, instead opting to glare towards the entrance, with his group doing the same from their vantage points.

Razor Blade comes out from the back of the Audience in walks down the steps in high fives his Fans in walks down the stops in Climbs over the barricade in stops for a min in hops on the apron in raise both of us arms in the air in get's down.

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. The vocals slur in and she swaggers down the ramp, bantering with the crowd as she goes. 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. Ty Little calls for the bell.

DING DING DING DING!!!!

Seromine looks over to Razor and Razor returns the look and starts to make his way over, but Baby Jenks moves in on Razor, which stops him and allows Seromine to connect with a cheap shot that sends Razor stumbling into Jenks, which he is dropped with a clothesline. Both start to stomp the life out of him, until the two look at each other and Seromine gives off a smile and then places his hands out towards Razor and tells The Enforcer that he’s all hers. Seromine slowly backs off and moves over to a corner and sits down in it with fingertips touching each other. Jenks raises an eyebrow to this, but focuses her attention back to Razor. The Big Dog lands a few punches into the midsection of Jenks, catching her off guard and now has fought his way back up to his feet and is still punching away, until he was clipped from behind by a sneaky Seromine, who has slowly slid on his stomach towards the side of Razor’s head, with a creepy smile on his face, he continues his slow slide out of the ring and stands on the floor. Jenks has recovered and is going to work on the knee that Seromine took out just moments before. Seromine’s followers have appeared at different sides of the ring and Seromine has climbed up the apron.

Jerry Andrews- What is he doing?

Ace Anderson- Have you not learned anything watching this guy over the years?

Seromine has Jenks attention and he leans his head to the side a little bit, with a smile on his face he snaps his fingers and the followers enter the ring and Jenks looks like she is ready for a battle, but they walk right past her and they all roll Razor to the feet of Seromine. Their leader moves to the side, as The Followers exit the ring and now they are all picking up and holding Razor. Seromine says to the crowd “you WANT him??” A quick snap of the fingers and Razor is tossed into the fourth row, “HERE YOU GO!” Seromine gives out a satisfactory laugh as his followers move away from him. Jenks doesn’t know how to take this but isn’t going after Seromine for some reason. Razor has made his way back to the guardrails and topples over them and is up on his feet and moves to Seromine and pulls his feet out and Seromine hits his face off the ring apron, turns and stumbles towards The Big Dog, who belts Seromine in the mouth, a shot that makes him stumble back to the guardrails. Razor turns and is shocked that The Followers are not making a move to save their leader. All of the air is knocked out of Razor as Seromine has low blowed him from behind. Seromine is on his hands and knees shaking his head no at Razor and making a tisk tisk sound. Seromine moves to just his knees, looking at The Followers and gives a slight nod, which makes them move towards Razor and pick him up and toss him into the ring at the feet of Jenks.

Ace Anderson- I’m starting to get a little confused on why Seromine’s followers didn’t take a few shots at Razor? I mean it isn’t like their leader can be disqualified.

Jerry Andrews- There is no telling with these people.

Razor is slowly picked up by Jenks and has his head rocked back from a forearm shot and Jenks whips him off the ropes and a nails him with a running knee to the gut. Jenks goes for a cover but only gets a two count. Jenks is up and locks in a reverse chin lock on to Razor. The fans are trying to cheer him on against these two. Seromine is still on the apron looking on and now has entered the ring and taps Jenks on the shoulder and askes for her to move out of the way for a moment. Jenks looks up and releases the hold as Seromine has allowed her to have Razor pretty much to herself. Seromine hits a standing moonsault and then pulls Razor’s head and shoulders off the mat, after a two count. Seromine is up, pulling Razor up with him Seromine gives a nod to Jenks and then fires Razor into the corner and then grabs Jenks by arm and fires her into the same corner but she clotheslines Razor and sends him out to Seromine who nearly takes is head off with a savate kick. Seromine makes his way over to Razor and drops onto his knees and begins to choke the life out of him. Seromine’s eyes show a darken cold, empty place. Jenks doesn’t know what to make of it, but knows she doesn’t want to lose this match and pulls Seromine off of Razor. Seromine is up and looks at Jenks and moves away.

Jerry Andrews- When did this turn into a handicap match?

Ace Anderson- I think that is a very good question for you to ask, why don’t you go to the ring and ask the both of them and see where that takes you.

Jenks shows off some impressive strength with a military press powerslam that nets her a quick two count, before Seromine makes the save. The Enforcer and The Anti-Humanity Prophet of Evil lock eye to eye and he reminds Jenks of the choke that she broke up and now they are even. Jenks doesn’t think so as she is up and is walking towards Seromine and one of his followers enters the ring and jumps infront of Seromine as Jenks pulls out her brass knuckles and goes to belt Seromine but drops the follower instead. Seromine steps back and looks at his fallen follower and looks out to ringside and two more followers come into the ring and remove the fallen and exit the ring. Jenks is confused as Seromine says there are no hard feelings, Jenks turns and walks into a waiting Razor who connects with a Samoan drop on Jenks, he is quickly up to give a charging Seromine a hard clothesline that drops him as well. Razor is holding himself up by the ropes and is trying to catch his breath. The crowd is cheering as Razor pulls Seromine up to his feet and fires him into the corner so hard that the impact from the buckles sends Seromine slamming face first to the mat.

Ace Anderson- Razor finally with some offense, he needs to get his wind quickly and stay on the attack.

Jerry Andrews- Yeah, so he doesn’t get double teamed again.

Jenks is pulling herself up with the ropes in the corner and here comes Razor charging in like a freight train and nearly clotheslines her head off in the corner. He pulls her into a suplex and brings her down hard. Razor runs across the way and hits Seromine with a running forearm smash that sends him over the top rope and out to the floor. Razor runs at Jenks and drops her with a shoulderblock. He hits the ropes again and takes her down with another shoulderblock. Boot to the face of Seromine as he made his way back up to the apron. But he lands into the waiting arms of his followers. Razor is on a roll; he covers Jenks and gets a two count. Razor locks in a single leg Boston crab on Jenks, who is trying to get to the ropes.

Ace Anderson- This could be a smart move, if there wasn’t a second opponent.

Jerry Andrews- That is the only disadvantage about this type of match.

Jenks is reaching out the ropes and grabs them, but there is not a break. There is no disqualification in this match, so there is no five count given, but Jenks uses the ropes to climb up one by one, but as she makes it to the top rope, Razor pulls her away from the ropes and she hits face first in to the mat, she looks like she is out. Ty Little is down asking her if she wants to give, but she is not answering his call. He raises her arm up once, it drops, he picks it up for a second time, and it drops. Jenks arm is up for a third time, but a thunderous BOOM has filled the arena and Razor is down and out from a chair shot from Seromine who has returned into the ring.

Jerry Andrews- Man, Razor almost had it there.

Ace Anderson- Again that is the disadvantage of having this match. But it was good timing on Seromine’s part nonetheless.

Seromine tosses down the chair and kicks Razor in the back and then takes a look over to Jenks and starts to mock her as she is trying to get up and limp around. Seromine moves over to her and leans over a little bit and asks her if it hurts and nods his head as if he was asking a child that question. He grabs her by the arm and pulls her in for a stiff ass short arm clothesline and drops her down, but Seromine still has her by the arm and quickly picks her up and ddt’s her face first onto the chair and rolls her over.

One….

Two….

Three….

Ty Little calls for the bell.

DING DING DING DING!!!!

Winner: Seromine via Pinfall vs Baby Jenks

Ace Anderson- Ashes To Ashes and Baby Jenks face might be smashed to dust. How’s that for your handicap match?

Jerry Andrews- Ace, he basically made Baby Jenks do all the work for him.

Ace Anderson- And that is a problem why?

Jerry Andrews- I forgot who I was talking to….wait a minute what is this?

Alexa Black and The Shaw Brothers are on the scene. Alexa is HOT at what just happened and is taking no time what so ever to get to ringside. The other three members of The Darkness are in the ring Razor and Jenks are coming too. The Shaw Brothers attack Razor, who is doing his best to hold them off. Alexa and Jenks move on Seromine, but he brings his arms out to form a cross and his followers pull him out of the ring and they all make an exit as Razor Blade has fought through The Shaw Brothers and the sisters turn around while Pure Class Security makes their way into the ring and tries to separate everyone.

Jerry Andrews- Seromine took off like a bat out of hell.

Ace Anderson- He isn’t stupid, he won the match and there was nothing else left for him in there, so he split. Would you really want to stay in there with a pissed Alexa Black in the ring with you?

Jerry Andrews: Fair enough - and I gotta say, that was an incredible match, but we've got MORE coming your way!

Ace Anderson: Do we EVER have a great show lined up for you tonight! There’s a new World Champion, there’s a new International Champion, there’s a new North American Champion, and there’s a NEW ICEMANN INVITATION TOURNAMENT WINNER. Oh Boy! I think I just peed a little.

Jerry Andrews: Hold it together there big fellah.

The houselights dim.

Jerry Andrews: Well that didn’t take long.

“Hail to the Chief” begins to blare over the P.A. system performed by an electric guitar, as the arena is pitch black. As the presidential anthem finishes the eleventh note the twelfth is changed to the first of “Gold on the Ceiling” by The Black Keys. A single white spotlight begins to shine on the entranceway illumination none other than “Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght. The back of his grey suit faces the crowd and as the twelfth note hit two more spotlights, one red and one blue hit the PCW President. He spins with his music and smaller spotlights paint the crowd with red, white and blue circles.

Showtime slowly walks to the beat of the music as he descends the ramp way. He stops periodically to shake a fans hand here and kiss a lady on the cheek there. Towards the ramp way opening there are a few uniformed service men by the barrier. Showtime stops and gives them a straight salute, and caught up in the moment they salute him back. The energy in the arena is starting to peak, and with the crowd now included in Showtime’s entrance they begin a U.S.A. chant.

Showtime ascends the rings steps and wipes his dress shoes off on the side of the apron. He ducks under the top rope into a spin with both arms thrown out. Showtime has that cocky half smile as he surveys the arena. He reaches into his breast pocket and retrieves a microphone. He stops to straighten the small American Flag pin on his lapel and switches the microphone on while the houselights return to normal.

Jerry Andrews: I think you can sit down now Ace.

Ace Anderson had been saluting the PCW president as he made his way to the ring, and gave Jerry a dirty look for not joining him.

"Hello, Pure Class Wrestling!"

The crowd pops again as he addresses them. He waves a hand to try and calm them, but it does nothing against a cheap pop.

"It seems you are all pumped to be here at Trauma One-Ninety-Three, and we are just as happy that you are here with us as well. I don’t want to keep you too long, but first I think congratulations are in order. Even though I missed my invitation to his little celebration party, I think we all need to give it up to “The Fabulous One” Dan Fierce for winning the eighth annual Icemann Invitational Tournament. Only six other men have the honor of being able to say that they fought through the entire roster to come out on top. Well done Dan, and we all know who you’re wanting to face at Return to Glory SEVEN!"

The crowd gives anything squeal of enjoyment.

Ace Anderson: If it were me I would definitely choose the World Championship.

Jerry Andrews: You couldn’t pay me enough to challenge Phinehas Grimm.

"Speaking of Championships, next I come to the International Champion. Andy D, congratulations on taking that title out of my hands. You’re only the second to be able to do that to me in over a year, and I don’t think it could have been done by a more deserving person. I would like to say that I was out here to challenge you to a rematch, but alas I must turn my attentions to something that is affecting everyone in PCW, not just me. Which I will get to in a moment. But I do have vested interest in this title and I want to make sure that the person that challenges you for it is as deserving as you were.

With that, at Trauma One-Ninety-Four, we will have a number-one contendership match for the International title. I’m a sucker for a good number-one contendership match. The first participant will be making his Pure Class Wrestling return. He is now cleared for competition and I know he’s disappointed that he won’t be facing me for the IN title, but prior management promised him a chance at all of the titles in a row, so that is a promise that I plan to keep. So you’ll all be able to welcome back to the ring, JUSTIN “STORMM” MICHAELS!

And his opponent also made his presences known by bringing down the house…literally. So his opponent will be SEROMINE!. Now Seromine this isn’t all good news for you. I’ve taken into account your in ring abilities to entertain these fans, but you have cost Pure Class Wrestling a substantial amount of money with your antics. So you will be held responsible for all of the damage that you caused to the pipes at Living a Legacy. Now I would give you the option to pay this all up front if you’d like, but to be on the safe for the next few events you’re checks will be garnered. The PCW staff will not stand for destruction like this."

Jerry Andrews: Mr. President dropping the hammer.

"Now there is something wrong here in Pure Class Wrestling. There has been a type of cancer that no matter who held the presidency could do nothing about. This monster has burnt down building, destroyed careers and has been a black mark on this company for far too long. The problem is that there hasn’t been a president with the balls to go up against him. Well that’s changed. MURDOC!"

The crowd pops from the impending anticipation. They all knew where Showtime was leading them, but it didn’t make much of a difference once he got there.

"I was weary of punishing you after you used illegal tactics in the Last Chance Battle Royal. You soiled the integrity of the tournament by cheating there. There were many that said I should overrule the match and disqualify you from the overall tournament. I didn’t do that though. I thought it would look petty to replace you with me to get a second chance after losing to this year’s winner. That was and isn’t the type of president that I want to be. Luckily Nathan Saniti made sure that wasn’t a decision that I had to live with.

But turning a blind eye wasn’t good enough for you, now was it? You then, with no business of it at all, you decided to once again bring your burden down upon me. You thought it would be fun, shocking; I don’t know what gives you your jollies, but you came in and interfered in the International Title match. Again you find a way to try and hurt the integrity of the program that I am running here. You are ruining great matches that these people paid to see.

I’m sure they wanted to see who was stronger at the Battle Royal not some cheap parlor trick. And I’m certain they wanted to see Andy D, consummate fan favorite, win the International title without interruption.

But what’s a president to do? Well I’m sure most would sit being their desks and hope the issue fades away. I’ve seen it before and I don’t suppose that the outcome would be much different. So I guess you leave me with only the choice to take care of this myself. Your days are numbered, Marcus.

So this is what I am going to do. At Trauma One-Ninety-Four, you and me will face off in opposite corners. Now I was thinking, what would make this better? Then it came to me that maybe pairing you up with a little color would be nice for a change. Someone a little, or maybe a lot more Fabulous.

Now why would Dan Fierce ever want to be in the same corner as you? That one took a bit, but I think I found something tempting enough just to make it work. Now Dan, I’m not trying to hurry you to a decision or anything like that, but maybe you’d like a test match before you decide which title you’d like to challenge for. Maybe, just maybe, you’d like to see what the World Champion is like in the ring before challenging him to his title."

The fans go absolutely nuts at the indication towards Dan Fierce and Current World Champion Phinehas Grimm squaring off before the pay-per-view.

"Well it seems that my constituency has spoken. Next week I, “Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght and Phinehas Grimm will face Murdoc and “The Fabulous One” Dan Fierce. Before I’m done with you you’ll have learn your lesson not to mess with my show. Murdoc. I’m Michael Wryght and I approve this message!"

Match Three

Underground Match

Singles Match

St. Jury vs “Dollface” Kelli Starr

Referee: Tyrone Little Jr.

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, taking it all in before beginning the brisk march towards the ring.

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: Lot of interesting things going on in the next match, Ace! Kelli Starr going head-to-head with Jury. Couple of history notes here, fans. Jury isn’t necessarily the biggest fan of Nathan Saniti, so being put in the ring against someone associated so closely to him has GOT to be a perk of the match. Not just that, but the more recent developments with Kelli Starr herself is a big factor here. What kind of shape and mental state is Kelli going to be in here tonight?

Ace Anderson: Well we’re about to find out, Jerry. And if I know Kelli, which I do ... we’ve had our share of fights ... she’ll be ready to kick Jury’s teeth right out of his head. If *I* had the past few weeks that Kelli has had, maaaaaaaaan I’d be ready to find the nearest living thing and KILL IT. Let’s hope Jury is ready for the mother-flippin’ whirlwind.

”(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 while she waits for the match to start.

Ace Anderson: She looks pretty ... well, she looks like Kelli, Jerry. If I had to hazard a guess, she looks even just a little more focused. You can see it in the eyes. You wouldn’t know that, not being an in-ring competitor, but you can tell when someone’s just a little more fired up.

Jerry Andrews: We’re about to find out, Ace; let’s get the action underway!

Ring time, folks! The referee checking in with both competitors, the clear go-ahead is given and ...

DING DING!

The bell sounds and instantly, Kelli goes for the tree trunk legs of Jury. Jury quick to avoid any attempts to entangle the limbs, he throws out a warning shot or two with those Steel Hands. Kelli nimbly weaves back out of arm’s reach to avoid the clubbing shots; she knows that a stand-up striking exchange with the larger Jury would be a bad idea. Sizing up the big man, she attempts to flank him with a sideways dash to the right but Jury takes a long step to the right and catches Kelli.

Wrapping his arms around her shoulders, he hefts her up with great effort and brings her crashing to the mat with a sloppy belly-to-belly suplex that leaves the Neon Warrior gasping for breath ... the air driven from her body with violent effect. Jury popping back to his feet, he attempts to drop a single punishing elbow onto Kelli’s sternum but is met with nothing but canvas as Kelli rolls to the side and under the bottom rope to avoid any further punishment as she makes her way to her feet again.

Jury having no such desire to wait for her to regain her composure, Kelli finds herself on the rough end of the stick ... taking a shoulder block from Jury that sends her crashing back first into the ringside barricade. Spine first, the crowd winces and Jury is quick to slip through the ropes to press the attack. Upon closing the distance, Jury is slapped in the face by Kelli with a fan’s full soda can. The aluminum cracking off of his skull, he staggers a bit as he checks the state of his forehead. No blood or cuts, Kelli smiles and turns to the fan who’s soda she just ganked and magically produces a five dollar bill to recompense the exorbitantly priced Pepsi.

A quick dash later, and a running knee strike to the small of the back has forced Jury face-first into the cornerpost. A sick thud sounding out, he drops to a knee. Unsure of which body part to clutch as he slumps to the floor, Jury attempts to pull himself up but Kelli is right there to throw a bone-crunching sidekick to the hand that Jury is using to anchor himself. Cradling the wounded digits, Jury finally stands under his own power and reacts to Kelli grabbing the injured hand with instincts like a wounded animal ... using the other hand to land a vicious short jab to the chin.

Kelli rocked, Jury grabs her by the small hairs at the back of her neck and literally HURLS Kelli away ... Kelli nearly landing flush with the ringside steps. Jury taking off with a bull’s rush, he looks to be going for a running knee strike but Kelli manages to get a boot up ... the pointy part of the shoe directly shoved into the meaty party of Jury’s twigs and berries.

Ace Anderson: ... oooooh.

Jerry Andrews: Not pleasant. Ugh.

As Kelli stands, she grabs Jury by the head and hip-tosses him up and over the barricade out into the crowd. Not many times do you see competitors going out into the Faithful to do battle. For that reason, the crowd is both shocked and RAUCOUS. Two PCW favorites doing battle AMONGST THEM?! Jesus Tapdancing Christ, hit me Kelli! Hit me Jury! I’ll have a story to tell my motherflippin’ grandkids! Forcing themselves through the crowd with the aid of security nearby, Kelli and Jury are hammering away at each other, Jury even managing to spear Kelli amidst the masses. Down the little concrete stairs that all arenas have.

Jury grabing Kelli up by the head and neck in a Weaver (side-mounted sleeper) Lock, he starts to drag her towards the ring yet again. No winning the match out here. Lifting up and depositing her on the other side of the barricade, Jury climbs over himself as Kelli tries to drag herself into the safe haven of the ring. Jury grabbing a foot, he reckons she isn’t going anywhere THAT easily as the long, slow pull back towards the chaos of the outside. Jury with his hands locked around Kelli’s waist now, there doesn’t seem to be anywhere for Kelli to go.

Where is he carrying her? As he stalks with his prey back towards ... the ringside steps. Taking a quick three-second dash, Jury shoves her stomach first into the edge of the metal stairs. Turning her around, she’s doubled over and it’s looking like ... oh no. Oh god no. He’s got her set up for the Sickest Kill I. The big man hoists her up, holding her in place while he tenses every single muscle in preparation for the bomb.

Jerry Andrews: ... he’s gonna break her back, Ace.

Ace Anderson: This is an Underground match, sure, but come on this is getting a bit too much!

Bringing Kelli down with all of his might, she lands back first on the steel stairs but he doesn’t let go. Lifting her up with uncanny strength, he goes for a second powerbomb. Kelli, sensing the very real trouble she’s in, grasps for anything that may stop him. The last thing being the connector between the turnbuckle and the cornerpost. The metal digging into her arm as she wraps her bicep and forearm around it, she staves off the second powerbomb just long enough to twist her body in such a way that she avoids the impact of the move but instead uses the momentum to drive Jury’s head straight into the stairs.

Ace Anderson: CHERRY ON TOP!

Jury’s legs giving out underneath him, he drops to his knees ... leaned up against the steel stairs as Kelli lay gasping for breath stretched across the metal expanse. It looks as though Jury is ...

Jerry Andrews: Out cold, Ace. Jury is not moving whatsoever. Kelli has a prime opportunity to capitalize but -

Ace Anderson: She has to drag the dead weight of Jury INTO the ring to score the pinfall. And after that powerbomb, I dunno if she has the strength to do it.

Kelli sitting up, looking down at Jury ... she begins to go about the arduous task of dragging the big man into the ring. Finally, after several long agonizing seconds, the pair are in the ring and she goes for the cover!

1!

2!

3

NO! Jury gets a shoulder up at the very last second. Kelli still laying flat on top of Jury, she reacts to the kickout with pure anger and frustration. Several elbows shots to the side of the head uncontested, Kelli takes all the anger out until Jury moves no more. Hooking the leg once again, Kelli waits for the count.

1!

2!

3!

DING DING DING!

The crowd leaps to their feet in applause and cheers for the battle they’ve just witnessed. Tyrone Little Jr. raising Kelli’s hand in victory, it takes all of her remaining energy to roll away from the fallen Jury and accept the symbolic gesture. Once done, the referee moves in to check on Jury who’s eerily still. No X symbol being thrown, it looks as though Jury is moving .. slowly but surely. Those elbows were HORRIFIC; it’s a wonder that there wasn’t anything more serious come of it.

Ace Anderson: Jesus, Andrews. Kelli rung Jury’s bell so hard, you’d think the Stock Market just closed.

Jerry Andrews: In all seriousness, fans, it appears the competitors are going to be leaving under their own power and we’re going to a quick note from our sponsors as we get set up for the next match!

Match Four

Underground Championship Match

Singles Match

Brenna Gordon (Underground ©) vs “The Nightmare” Chris Parsons

Referee: Manny Cruz

Jerry: After the first three Underground matches, we now come to the one that means something; the Underground Championship. It pits relative newcomer "The Nightmare" Chris Parsons against the Underground Queen and Icemann Invitational runner-up Brenna Gordon.

Ace: She's giving up a good nine inches in height and almost one hundred pounds. Besides, second place is just first loser, Jerry.

Jerry: Maybe you should say that to Brenna. It might be fun to watch her stomp a mudhole in your backside.

Ace: I'll pass.

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.

Jerry: Where are you going?

Ace: For nachos, a coke, and some peanuts. Want anything?

Jerry: No, we're supposed to be COMMENTATING ON THIS!

Ace: It's Parsons. I've got time. His scantily dressed ego crutches will be done prancing around about when I leave the hot dog stand.

Jerry: Hey now, you didn't say hot dogs before...

Ace: Relish, onion, and extra mustard. I got you, fam.

“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, ect…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.

Ace: Parsons' security team is looking top form tonight.

Jerry: This is a brilliant idea for him to open with. Misogyny is a great idea just before Brenna comes out.

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.

Parsons raises an eyebrow at Brenna, checking her entire body out with the hunger of an Ethiopian refugee. Brenna looks nonplussed at his glowering. He stops at her backside, staring and nodding approvingly. Out of nowhere, Brenna spin kicks at Parsons, finding nothing but a tuft of hair where his head once was, but from the look on the Nightmare's face, her point was made. The fun and games have left his expression as Cruz calls for the match to begin.

Parson approaches Gordon, trash talking the Underground Queen. The two get chest to chest, Brenna craning her neck to the much taller Parsons. Finally, she's had enough, delivering a slap that reels the cocky challenger. Parsons swings a fist, but the Born of Myth ducks under it with ease, scampering behind him and locking her arms around his waist. Gordon applies a quick shift of weight for a German suplex. Brenna bolts to her feet, awaiting her opponent. Soon, she tires of waiting and rolls out of the ring.

Ace: What the hell is she doing?

Jerry: Looks like she's introducing the hardware early in this match. She found a chair.

Brenna slides into the ring with the folding chair, raising it high above her head as the Nightmare gets to his feet. She brings the chair down, but Parsons blocks it. Using his size advantage, he wrests the instrument from her hand, tossing it down and out of the ring indignantly. He shouts some rather ungentlemanly words at her, which earns him punch to the beak.

Parsons staggers backwards, checking for a bloody nose. But Gordon doesn't give him a moment's respite, charging in with a knee to the midsection in the corner. She draws him out of the corner with a hip toss. Brenna bounds off of the ropes for a leg drop, but the Nightmare sees it coming and rolls out of the way.

Jerry: She Born of Myth-ed!

Ace: Never do that again.

Jerry: Thpoil thport.

Parsons exits the ring, locating the chair Brenna tried to use on him. He slides into the ring with the intent on using it for something other than sitting. The Nightmare waits for Brenna to stand up, driving the top of the chair into the small of her back. Gordon yowls in pain. Chris swings the device like a tennis racket, but a spin kick to the chair from Brenna disarms him. Brenna charges the ropes rebounding with a cross body, but Parsons catches her, delivering a fall away slam instead.

Parsons pulls Gordon to her feet and launches her to the corner, following close behind with a side splash and elbow. Brenna withers in the corner as Chris smashes her with knee after knee to the side of her head. The Nightmare pummels her with stomps, driving her completely to the mat. He peels her off of the canvas by a handful of hair. A snapmare later, Parsons applies a rear naked choke to wear her down further.

Cruz checks the Underground Queen as she slowly fades, dropping her arm once. On the second time, though, it falls at half mast and begins to shake as she rallies with the help of the Faithful. Slowly, she gets her legs under her, using every reserve of power she has to stand up before grasping Parsons by the head and dropping for a jawbreaker that sends Chris nearly head over heels.

Brenna hits the ropes as Parsons sits up, giving him an up close and personal meeting with her feet via dropkick. She springs up the second turnbuckle, landing with both knees to his chest, driving all of the wind from his sails. She gathers him to his feet, only to send him right back down again with a side Russian leg sweep. The Born of Myth rights her opponent briefly before kicking him in the gut, doubling him over.

Jerry: Crash the Shore! Gordon covers!

Ace: No! She only gets a two count.

Brenna locks in a figure four head scissors, adding insult to injury by pounding Parsons' head into the mat repeatedly. Parsons reaches for the ropes to gain some leverage, but the Underground Queen breaks the hold instead, stomping him repeatedly in the chest before letting out a primal scream. She allows he larger opponent to attempt to stand on spaghetti legs. Brenna launches herself onto his back, locking in a sleeper hold.

Pulling back with all of her might, she grimaces as Chris begins to black out. The zebra checks on Parsons. His arm drapes by his side. Once. Twice. It stops just short of the third time. Brenna slaps the mat in frustration, rolling out of the ring once more. Searching under the ring, she produces a wooden surfboard. She shoves the equipment into the ring, heaving it over her head, and bringing it down across Parsons' prone back.

Parsons kisses the canvas as Gordon drapes the board over him. Brenna scales the turnbuckles, leaping off with a double foot stomp that snaps the board in half over the spine of her opponent. She removes the debris, pulling her groggy adversary to his feet. The Born of Myth hits the ropes... RIP TIDE! Brenna covers!

..1!

....2!

......3!

Winner: Brenna Gordon via Pinfall to Retain Underground Championship!

Brenna Gordon makes her way backstage, unhurried and unconcerned as a groggy Chris Parsons begins to lift his head, med techs on scene to assist him to his feet.

Ace Anderson: Looks like Parsons got knocked INTO his own nightmare.

Jerry Andrews: I was waiting for someone to make that joke.

Ace Anderson: Hilarious, right? 

Jerry Andrews: Sure. Abbot and Costello we ain't - let's get to the next match!

Match Five

Singles Match

Nathan Saniti vs “All Day” Dontevius Ellis

Referee: Nigel Gale

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.

Jerry Andrews: Heckuva shot for Dontevius Ellis tonight, Ace. He’s been doing some really impressive things as of late, lot of fans taking notice of him. He’s climbing the ranks and finds himself staring across the ring at Nathan Saniti. And boy, it’s been a rough few weeks for Nathan Saniti.

Ace Anderson: Agreed. Not only did he get bumped from the Icemann Invitational, but the whole weirdness with Kelli Starr has GOT to be weighing heavily on his mind. It’d be easy for Ellis to come in and sneak a win away from him.

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. Eyes focused on Dontevius Ellis, he smiles a gentle sort of smile and gives a slight bow. Ellis returns it in kind with a simple nod of the head, acknowledging the show of respect from the man.

Ace Anderson: Say what you will about Nathan Saniti - he’s about as gentlemanly as can be. You know, for being freakin’ wacko.

Jerry Andrews: That he is, Ace. And a fine competitor at that. Easily one of the most talented members of the Pure Class roster, but ANYONE would be a bit ... distracted ... with the recent happenings. I’ve always been of the mind that on any given day, ANY member of the Pure Class roster could walk away with a win against anyone else. And that’s why we’re here, we have the BEST of the BEST.

Ace Anderson: And Dontevius Ellis has a chance here tonight to PROVE why he’s here. And I think that mentality might give him the edge to do that.

Jerry Andrews: With that, it’s time to get to the action!

As we leave the announce table and hit the ring, the referee is giving final instructions to both of the competitors. The two men shake hands and retreat to their respective corners before the referee gets the go-ahead aaaaaaaaaand ...

DING DING!

The two men begin with some circling. There is no specific advantage for either man. Both are the exact same height and a weight difference of only five pounds. Physically, Nathan Saniti and Dontevius Ellis are carbon copies. However, wrestling ability and prowess might be the deciding factors in this contest, which gives Nathan the clear advantage. But let’s not count out Dontevius Ellis, his athletic ability is second to none and that may play a bigger factor than anyone could wager on.

As Ellis and Saniti lock up, Ellis is quick to reverse into a hammerlock. Saniti searching for an escape route, he reaches down and yanks on the forward leg ... toppling Ellis to a prone position. The hold broken, Nathan is quick to attempt a double-stomp which Ellis deftly avoids. Nipping up, Nathan takes the split-second lag to dash into the nearest strand of ropes. A drop to his stomach and Ellis avoids the first rush. The second time, he leaps effortlessly over the charging magician. The THIRD time, however, Ellis throws his feet up and falls back ... sending Saniti up and over in a beautiful free hand monkey flip.

The momentum turns sends Saniti into a somersault the ENTIRE length of the ring. Centrifugal force nothing for him, he lands on the second rope and springboards back into Ellis with a beautiful back elbow. Again, Nathan goes for the double stomp on the ground as an act of surprise. And again, Ellis moves out of the way of the feet but UNLIKE last time ... Nathan cracks off a perfect standing moonsault that connects with the fallen Ellis. The moonsault leading to a pinfall attempt, he only manages a half one-count before Ellis throws a shoulder up.

Nathan rolling back and away from the recovering Ellis, the two men are on a standing level again and the crowd is joining them in a show of appreciation with a round of applause. The two men nodding in mutual respect, it’s a circle affair again and a second lock-up. This time, however, Ellis is the attacker and, instead of honoring the collar-and-elbow tie-up, simply shoves Saniti away and catches him with right hand. A second and third right hand later, Saniti is reeling.

Ellis backing Saniti into the nearest corner, Nathan draws him in and ... REVERSAL! Ellis finding himself on the receiving end, he’s taking a lot of shots from Saniti due to the unpredictability of the attacks. Punches and leg kicks, midsection ... upper body ... coming from every direction and angle, Ellis simply has no way of defending against all of them. But boy howdy is he trying.

Nathan uses the second rope to lift himself up and to rain down a blow to the top of Ellis’ head and Ellis is right there to push himself out of the corner, holding onto Saniti’s waist as he moves. Dropping to the mat, Ellis lands a spinebuster that forces not only the spinal shock, but drives all the air from Nathan Saniti’s sails.

Jerry Andrews: Some VERY good back and forth between these two, Ace. Neither man is showing an advantage in the opening moments of the match.

Ace Anderson: It looks as though Ellis is going to utilize a more smash-mouth, in your face form of attack while Nathan is correct in utilizing his advantage in the technical work ... being the ring general.

As Ellis returns to a standing position, he watches as Nathan struggles to catch his breath ... writhing in agony on the mat. Dragging Nathan to his feet, Ellis whips the man chest-first into the turnbuckles and catches him on the rebound with an elbow to the back of the head. Staggering the magician, he goes for a second forearm smash but Nathan is quick to trap the arm ... wrapping his free arm around Ellis’ head and dropping to a kneeling position. Dontevius’ jaw crashing down onto the shoulder, you can almost hear the CLACK of teeth smashing together. It’s a very painful sight.

Clutching his jaw, Ellis begins to beg away ... looking for he room to regain his composure. Nathan, however, is not one to allow that to happen in such a close fought contest. Or at any time, really. As Nathan returns to his feet, he’s quick to sidle up to Dontevius and wrap him into the starting position for a Russian Leg Sweep. Leaning forward to increase the impact at which the pair will hit the mat, Dontevius is smart enough to drop to his knees at the moment of take-off and leave Nathan to crash and burn to the mat below.

The impact shaking the ropes, Nathan smacks head first onto the canvas while Ellis is quick to go for a pinfall to take advantage of the brain scramblings. A near two count and Nathan is out, forcing himself to quickly gather his mental faculties ... what little may be left in there. Ellis dragging Nathan to his feet, Nathan launches a flurry of blows that end with a vicious open hand slap that drops Ellis to a knee. A basement clothesline later and Nathan is back in the driver’s seat.

Not even going for a pinfall, he grabs Ellis by the sides of the head ... violently rattling the poor man’s skull like a child checking for clues on a particularly tantalizing Christmas present. Ellis finally fighting off Saniti, he finds himself shaken ... baby. As he crawls towards the ropes, Nathan hops up and lands directly on the back with a butt-slam. Yes, a BUTT SLAM. You come up with something clever to describe someone planting their posterior right onto your back. Don’t worry ... I’ll wait.

Nathan forcing Ellis to drag his entire body weight, he waits for the last possible moment before pulling him back to the center of the ring and re-positioning himself on the back. Digging his knees into Ellis’ back, he presses his face into the mat and lifts up ... only to drive the knees back into the small of the back. Nathan going for the face of Ellis, Ellis’ hands are otherwise occupied in moving Nathan into a straddle position on his back. In this position, he’s more easily able to return to his feet with a modicum of control.

Once on his feet, Ellis rushes back against the turnbuckles and sandwiches Mr. Saniti between his high-velocity frame and the unforgiving post. Nathan still holding on for dear life up until that point, his frame slides until his feet are resting comfortably on the ground. One more should do the trick ... NO! Nathan turns 180 degrees and hooks Ellis’ arms behind him and uses the ring ropes to push himself up and over Dontevius Ellis. Hooking the head on the way down ... UNREALITY CHECK!

The ring awareness pays off and Nathan connects with a particularly brutal Unreality Check that leaves Ellis laid out. Rolling him onto his back, Nathan goes for the pinfall attempt!

1!

2!

3!

DING DING DING!

The crowd expresses shock at the out-of-nowhere victory for Nathan Saniti and lets out a cheer! The match a near clinic on what a match SHOULD look like, both men are spent on the mat but Nathan is slowly rising to his feet. Accepting Nigel Gale’s symbolic raising of his hand, he nods and looks over at the fallen Dontevius Ellis. An excellent match by every account, he nods in respect at his fallen opponent before making his way from the ring ... obviously other things on his mind.

Winner: Nathan Saniti via Pinfall

Jerry Andrews: And just like that, it was the awareness and the ability to think outside the box that gave Nathan Saniti the edge AND the victory.

Ace Anderson: I gotta say, though Jerry ... I am SUPER impressed with Dontevius Ellis right now. He hung REALLY well in the ring with one of PCW’s veteran superstars. I see big things from this guy, if he can keep up the pace. And I’ll say that ALL DAY.

Jerry Andrews: Well said, Ace. What a match! But now, as we get set for the next match, let’s go to commercial!

Match Six

Singles Match

Dan Fierce vs Murdoc

Referee: Joseph Buckland

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 crowd’s noise lapses into a wave of hushed murmurs as Audiomachine’s “Xerxes” kicks in over the PCW loudspeakers. The steady thump of the bass fills the arena like a heartbeat. And it's on one of these thumps that the lights go out, plunging the crowd into total darkness with a complete blackout as the music continues it’s relentless march. A blackout that can only mean ONE thing...

BOOM

...the final pulse of bass explodes and the lights flash back on to find Murdoc standing in the ring! Turning to his immediate left, he goes to one of the far corners to remove his entrance robe and begins stretching out in anticipation for the start of the match.

Dan Fierce sashays around the ring one more time to schmooze with the crowd, then leaps forward without warning with a blurred flurry of strikes! Murdoc meets him head on, the two men locking up in the center of the ring, a few stray blows traded while each fights to gain the upper hand. A quick break in the action and then straight back to it, Murdoc twisting Fierce up into a standing hammer lock! A brief struggle and Fierce reverses it! Wrenching his opponent’s arm up and back, he uses the leverage to shove Murdoc away, the large man stumbling backwards towards the ropes, a huge paw going up to hold his shoulder. Fierce follows Murdoc across to press his advantage barreling into him to send both men straight into the ropes!

Into - and through!?

BOTH Murdoc and Fierce go tumbling through the ropes, landing ringside in a heap! Fierce kips up, fixing his hair with a sweep of one hand and flashing an irreverent grin at the crowd, taking a few steps forward to shout a few choice words back to a ruddy faced man wearing a “Make America Great Again” t-shirt. Leaning in, he waggles his eyebrows suggestively at the horrified bigot, the fans shrieking and pointing as Murdoc looms up behind Fierce like a monster rising from the mire! Dan freezes, the camera panning in just in time to catch Dan’s smile freezing in place the NANOSECOND two huge hands clamp down on his shoulders!

Murdoc twists in place to bodily THROW Fierce back into the ring with an impressive show of strength - the fact that a few appendages are battered against the edge of the apron along the way is purely coincidental, of course! Fierce rolls towards the center of the ring as Murdoc reenters, but Fierce keeps rolling through through to the other side! Diving under the bottom rope to ringside once more, Murdoc is hot on his trail as Fierce boosts himself to his feet and begins to run around the ring to gain some ground! Murdoc relentlessly pursues Dan Fierce around the ring!

Ace Anderson: Looks like Dan Fierce is still riding the high of winning the Tournament!

Jerry Andrews: You were pretty spry yourself after you beat Dollface for your win.

After enduring an entire circuit of the undignified nonsense, Murdoc comes to a halt, staring daggers under the bottom rope across the ring at Fierce busily showboating to the crowd, mocking gestures towards the slowly enraging Murdoc. Without warning, the behemoth surges into motion and goes tearing around the ring towards Fierce - with a shuffle pause to grab a piece of the metal stair setup - hurling it at PCW’s brunette, bedazzled gazelle!

Ace Anderson: That’s Jenga.

Jerry Andrews: Ouch.

*CRASH*

The chunk of metal rigging hits its mark, Dan Fierce going down in a tumble of oiled muscles, spandex, and glitter, Buckland leaning over the top rope to shout warnings at Murdoc, the Unclean Beast shrugging it off and climbing back into the ring. A Dan Fierce with Bitch Face welded firmly in place over his normal smile rolls back into the ring as Joseph’s 10-count reaches 8, both men back where they belong. Engaging grin LONG gone from his face, Fierce rushes at Murdoc - deftly sidestepping a Big Boot straight to the chest! None of the San Fran PRIDE weekend playgirl here, Dan Fierce unloads with a salvo of attacks, getting more aggressively up in Murdoc’s grill than a great many PCW talent has ever DARED. Kicks peppered with jabs, punches sprinkled with knee strikes, Dan Fierce absolutely UNLOADS, driving Murdoc further and further back towards the corner! A quick feint and dodge later, and the masked monster manages a double palm strike to Dan’s sternum!

Jerry Andrews: WHOAH!

Ace Anderson: Damn, nice air time.

Fierce goes flying, knocked back several feet and slamming down onto the mat with a resounding slap of flesh on canvas. Murdoc straightens and lobs a wad of bloody spittle at Fierce’s sparkly, sparkly boots before wiping his mouth with the back of a fist and advancing with an ominously unhurried slowness. Shoulders squared, stride purposeful, Murdoc towers over Fierce, leaning forward with a hand outstretched to grab a fistful of that deep conditioning treatment coiffure only to be greeted with a burst of flurried kicks and strikes as Dan surges up from the mat, coming out swinging! No sooner does Murdoc near his target that The Fabulous One unleashes a duo of flying forearms before a spectacular hurricanrana that throws Murdoc into the far corner! Without a second wasted, Murdoc rushes at Fierce and grabs his head, running up the corner and twisting - but Fierce keeps a vertical base and reverses, launching Murdoc into the corner with a savage northern lights suplex, a strained, audible grunt leaving the masked monster as his spine meets steel! Fierce moves in to capitalize, but Murdoc lunges forward like an attacking direwolf to take Dan down with a savage spear-like attack!

Ace Anderson: This is getting DIRTY!

Jerry Andrews: GETTING!? Look at what Murdoc’s doing!!

Hands wrapped firmly around Fierce’s throat, it looks as though we’re going to see a repeat of his match with Nathan Saniti ... AND a grim satisfaction of the prediction he offered for this match earlier in the week. His eyes are locked on Fierce, whose eyes are nearly to the point of bugging out of their sockets. As the referee counts to the four mark, Murdoc hoist himself AND Dan Fierce to a standing position and shoves him violently back into the ropes. Catching him with a boot on the rebound, he hooks the head and drapes Fierce’s arm over his neck.

Jerry Andrews: Looks like Murdoc is about to attempt a suplex like manuever, Ace. A brainbuster would put this match in serious jeopardy for Fierce -

Ace Anderson: Waitaminute, Andrews... Keep watching. I don’t know WHAT Murdoc’s doing; this is something completely new!

Murdoc hoisting Dan up and dropping him stomach first on the top rope, hanging him out to dry. As Murdoc closes in even tighter, Fierce throws several wild punches to back Murdoc up. Murdoc catches one of the wild shots and hooks the head almost in DDT fashion. Dragging Fierce to the point where it’s just his knees balanced on the top rope, Murdoc signals with a throat cut as he starts to drop to the mat. Spinning on the way down, the spiral twists Dan Fierce’s world inside out as the momentum drops Fierce onto the back of his head with a sickening snap ... a Dragon Screw Neckwhip.

Ace Anderson: Oh dear GOD that’s f***ed.

Jerry Andrews: Holy jesus!

Dan Fierce not moving in the slightest, Murdoc slides over and drapes an arm over the chest of the Fabulous One.

1!

2!

3!

DING DING DING!

Winner: Murdoc via Pinfall

Ace Anderson: That’s a new play for the books; I’ve NEVER seen that come from Murdoc.

Jerry Andrews: He was away for a while, Ace. It makes sense that might add or work on some new things. But, this is NOT how I expected this match to end. You can expect violence, brutality ... but this is a whole new level. We’ve gotta check on Fierce, that torque on the neck was unreal.

Audiomachine’s ”Xerxes” shreds out of the PCW loudspeakers as the referee is checking on Dan Fierce, he completely skips over raising Murdoc’s hand. Mostly for concern for Dan Fierce and some being just not wanting anything to DO with Murdoc. As Murdoc slowly pushes himself to a standing position, he stares down at Fierce and drops to a knee from exhaustion. Even he has to admit Dan Fierce giving him a hell of a fight. He moves quick enough to scare the referee away and pats Dan Fierce on the shoulder before moving to the ropes and coming face to face with the hard camera.

“SHOWTIME!” The anger and hatred flows freely from his lips. “DO THE RIGHT THING!”

Jerry Andrews: Enough let’s go to -

The lights go out. Suddenly the sound of guitars pierce through the silence as "Wastelands" by Linkin Park begins to play.

Ace Anderson: This has been a happening sort of evening here tonight - now Majors is coming out?

Jerry Andrews: And it’s not even the main event!

Rick Majors appears in the entrance way. He has a bandage on his face, covering up the large cut he sustained in his match with Baby Jenks. He pauses for a moment and looks down briefly. He then shakes his head, breathes deeply and stares out at the crowd, before walking to the ring with a noticeable limp.

"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.

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 obviously injured body.

The lights in the arena then come back on as Majors circles the ring, microphone in hand.

Rick Majors: "After THAT gratuitous display, I’ve got something to say: I'm still here."

There's a mixed reaction from the crowd.

Rick Majors: "I'm beaten and I'm tired and I'm very, very sore, but I'm still here."

Majors walks over to the edge of the ring and he points down to the apron.

Rick Majors: "My blood... my blood was spilled all over here and here and here. It was smeared on the apron here. I was hit with chairs and ladders and fists and thrown around the arena. But I'm still here."

Jerry Andrews: Rick Majors and Baby Jenks certainly did have a grueling match at Living a Legacy!

Rick Majors: "Not only am I still here, but I was victorious in that match. It was my first victory in about two years and, to be honest, it felt good. But then, after the match, after I endured one hell of a beating and gave it back as much as I could, the Shaw Brothers attacked me from behind. With weapons. And then all three of them just about powerbombed me through the ring."

Rick Majors pauses for a moment. He touches his back and winces.

Rick Majors: "But I expected that. I knew that The Darkness wouldn't go quietly. That's how it always happens. I've had a lot of darkness in my life and it's never gone away quickly or quietly. It's a long, painful process. And that's what this battle is going to be. It will...."

"Sick Like Me," by In This Moment blasts through the PCW area speaker as the Darkness step through the curtain. As soon as they do their music is completely drowned out by a mixture of boos of the PCW faithful.

Ace Anderson: Well... this isn't good.

Jerry Andrews: Not if you're Rick Majors it isn't.

The Darkness reaches the ring and Alexa goes up the steps on one side and Angelina the other. The Shaw brothers jump up into the apron and enter through the ropes. The four competitors start to circle around Majors.

Suddenly, Frederick Shaw charges at Majors. Majors dodges and hits him with a kick. Alexander rushes in now, but Majors shoves him away. Alexa and Jenks move to attack and Majors quickly dives out of the ring.

Jerry Andrews: Smart move there!

Ace Anderson: Yeah, I appreciate a good fight as much as anyone, but Majors was wise to get the hell out of that four-on-one. He's been beaten up enough recently.

Majors looks up at The Darkness, who are glaring down at him angrily. He looks at the crowd, looks at them once more and then slowly leaves the ringside area.

Jerry Andrews: It looks like Rick Majors lives to fight another day! We'll be right back.

Match Seven

Singles Match

Alexa Black (North American ©) vs “The Adrenaline King”Justin Kaard

Referee: Eric Russo

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 newly earned North American Title wrapped around her waist, 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.

She mocks and badmouths fans using various profanity which has to be bleeped out. 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 Eric Russo 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.

The arena darkens as the stage fills with a heavy white smoke as the opening chords of 'Light em up' begin. Lights strobe through the smoke teasing a shrouded figure standing on the stage. An explosion on the stage clears the smoke as the lights come back up, leaving Justin Kaard posing on the stage, stance staggered with one arm raised in the air.

Kaard strides purposely down the ramp, stopping about half way down as he pumps his fists into the air. Continuing down the ramp, he turns the corner and sprints towards the ring. With a slight leap he slides on his knees along the apron before catching himself and facing the audience. Stepping up and through the ropes he makes a circuit around the ring before bouncing off the far side and sprinting across the rings.

He steps up, balancing himself on the second and third rope while pointing across the audience. Bouncing with the ropes, he jumps back into the ring and waits for Eric Russo to start the match.

The bell rings out and we're off!

Buoyed with confidence after her title win at Living A Legacy, Alexa looks more aggressive than ever (if that's possible) and charges out of her corner toward Kaard. The now-former World Champion is on his toes early and darts out of the way though. Alexa puts the brakes on but Kaard strikes first with a combo of forearms with force Black onto the ropes.

Jerry Andrews: Alexa might be pumped up for this match but Kaard looks focused, he wants to prove he won't just disappear after losing the World Title.

Ace Anderson: Kaard is a two time World Champ, he isn't going to lie down and die, if he backs off in this match Alexa will eat him alive but he isn't that kind of guy.

Kaard grabs Alexa by the arm and attempts to whip her across the ring... but Alexa tenaciously grabs the ropes with her free hand and plants her feet. The immovable object turns irresistible force and pulls back, dragging Kaard back to her and throwing him over the top rope in the process. Kaard manages to twist in midair and land on the apron.

Moving into the middle of the ring, Alexa revels in the boos from the crowd while Kaard leaps up onto the top turnbuckle with haste. When Alexa turns Kaard throws himself off and connects with a Missile Dropkick that sends her to the mat.

Ace Anderson: Remember what Alexa did after NCM put her on her back on this very table two weeks ago?

Jerry Andrews: Remember? I spent hours disinfecting this table... I hate spiders!

Alexa reacts with the same rage that met NCM and took his title at Living A Legacy and, as Kaard rushes at her with a forearm, she erupts forward and decapitates him with a clothesline. Wasting no time, Alexa unleashes a barrage of punches to the head of the downed Adrenaline King before pulling him up and driving him into the corner.

Kaard tries to cover up but can only do so much as Black showers attacks down on him. Eric Russo quickly gets involved and bravely forces his way between the two to prevent a disqualification. The distance gives Kaard the space he needs to get clear of his attacker and he quickly employs a new tactic of 'duck and weave'.

True to her style, Alexa pushes Russo aside and tries to close the distance, trying to grab Justin and keep him still. The Adrenaline King is too fast though and he begins to pepper Black with a series of quick shoot kicks to the extremities. Alexa continues to lash out at her opponent, growing increasingly frustrated by the second.

Finally any remaining restraint buckles and Alexa throws herself forward. Kaard tries to move but the explosion of movement is too fast even for him and he is rocked back by a hard right hand to the jaw. Alexa follows it with another salvo and throws Kaard into the corner before unloading with a combination that leaves him slumped in the turnbuckles. Black pulls back for a moment before washing the sole of her boot across Kaard's face as forcefully as she can... and then does it again.

Jerry Andrews: Oh the humanity...

Ace Anderson: At least NCM's face was already hamburger meat when Alexa beat him up two weeks ago. Kaard still has some youthful good looks left.

Alexa pulls all the way back to the opposite corner and looks to nail another huge kick, charging across the ring and taking aim... but Kaard moves at the last moment. Alexa slams into the turnbuckles as Kaard clambers to his feet and hits the ropes. Turning out of the corner, Black doesn't have time to react as Kaard fires off a running Single Leg Dropkick at full speed. The Black Widow slumps into the corner now and in an instant Kaard is ready across the ring. He throws himself forward and 'Rolls The Dice' with a crushing Cannonball Senton into Alexa's body. Quickly Kaard hooks a leg and...

One...

Two...

Thr....

Jerry Andrews: Wait... what?

Ace Anderson: That wasn't there a second ago...

Eric Russo calls off the count as he spots Alexa's boot on the bottom rope... and Alexander Shaw curiously close on the outside. Andrews and Anderson know what just happened. The PCW Faithful know what just happened. Most importantly, Justin Kaard knows what just happened and he isn't about to let it go lightly.

Kaard rushes forward and wipes the sick grin off Shaw's face with a baseball slide straight to the mush. As the Shaw brother tumbles into the security barrier, Kaard backs up... right into the Spider Bite, a Double Chickenwing Facebuster that plants him in the middle of the ring. Black rolls Kaard over and pins.

One...

Two...

TH... no!

Kaard kicks out under his own steam, but Alexa is rejuvenated... and angry. She immediately grabs Kaard around the waist and looks to lift him off the mat with a Gutwrench. She hauls Kaard up in a dead-lift Gutwrench and looks to convert it into a huge Gutwrench Powerbomb.... but Kaard reverses into an improvised Hurricanrana out of nowhere.

Alexa spills across the ring and tries to get to her feet as fast as possible. As she does she turns and finds Kaard sprinting full-bore toward her. Instinctively, Alexa throws a violent Facebreaker Kick and looks to put Kaard out for the count... but he ducks! The Adrenaline King carries his pace into the ropes again and rebounds into a Mach Five knee strike straight to the skull, landing Alexa on her back, splayed out like a giant Spider-Skin rug!

One...

Two...

…. THREE!

Ace Anderson: Just... like... that!

Winner: Justin Kaard via Pinfall

The crowd is equal parts shocked and elated as Eric Russo makes the three count and Alexa makes a desperate but ill-timed kick out just after his hand hits the mat. The Darkness reacts with outrage at the sudden result and the Shaw Brothers immediately hit the ring... but The Adrenaline King has already peaced out with his victory and life intact.

Kaard backs up the ramp, grinning like a Cheshire cat but still not willing to turn his back on the stable of sociopaths. Meanwhile Black and the Shaw Brothers are left in the ring to dwell on their rage and soak in the applause of the Faithful for their victorious rival.

Ace Anderson: Kaard won it and got the heck outta dodge!

Jerry Andrews: He’s one of the first to really escape from one of those post-match beatings, might be looking good for others to get free.

Ace Anderson: Well, that was a surprisingly pleasant way to end an Alexa Black match… and just one more commercial break before we head into tonight’s main event!

Main Event

Champion vs Champion Match

Singles Match

Grimm (World ©) vs Andy D. (International ©)

Referee: Ed Lane

Jerry: We're finally to our main event tonight, and what a main event it is! Champion versus champion; Newly crowned International Champion versus PCW's World Champion, Grimm!

Ace: This is going to be one for the record books, folks. I've been waiting for this all night!

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 it's 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.

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.

Lane wastes no time in calling for the bell. Grimm and Andy circle each other before locking up. Grimm uses his leverage advantage to corner Andy D. The ref calls for a clean break, beginning a count, but Grimm opts to light up Andy's chest with some knife edge chops, bringing out the "WOO!" in all of us. Andy reels from the strikes, clutching his chest.

Jerry: Chops are being served!

Ace looks at his watch, nodding.

Ace: Three seconds. That's a record for you. You've never resisted that long.

Grimm peels Andy from the corner, slinging him to the opposite side and following him in closely. Andy's speed and agility are displayed when he effortlessly scales the turnbuckles, instead of impacting them, back flipping over the charging Grimm and adding some momentum with a well placed drop kick. Grimm goes chest first into the buckles, Andy rolling him up with a schoolboy pin attempt, but he only gets a one count before Grimm releases himself.

Andy shoots to his feet, Grimm close behind. Andy goes to grab at Grimm, but the elder Dillinger swats his hand away, answering with a jab. And another. And another. Backing Andy to the ropes with his barrage of fists, Grimm launches Andy to the other side, meeting on the rebound with a running shoulder block.

Grimm collects Andy's legs, stomping the midsection a couple of times until he powers Andy into the air for a Foddershock. Andy D wallows in agony on the mat. Grimm delivers another Foddershock for good measure prior to climbing the turnbuckles and launching a flying headbutt from the second.

Ace: Sword of Heimdall!

Jerry: Nobody home!

Andy rolls out of the ring for a bit of respite, but he doesn't stay gone long as he ascends the corner as Grimm regains his footing. Becoming airborne, Andy connects with a drop kick, sending the Lord of Misrule across the ring. Grimm rolls to the ring apron to catch a breather of his own, his back to the ropes. As he tests his face to see if the kick opened him up, his opponent comes up behind him, spinning him around and clobbering him with European forearms.

Andy hooks an arm around the Hangtown Horror, dragging him over the top rope clear to his ankles. DRAGON SCREW NECK BREAKER! Grimm clutches his throat before withering to the mat. Andy hooks a leg, but only garners a two count.

Andy pulls Grimm to his feet rocketing his foe to the ropes. Andy attempts a missile drop kick, but the wily World champion holds onto the ropes, assuring that air is the only thing the International champion impacts. Grimm rushes in to give his boot a tour of Andy's midsection.

Grimm yanks his adversary to his feet, careening him to the ropes and smashing him with a spinebuster slam that shakes the rafters. Grimm covers, but only gets a solid two count. Grabbing a fistful of locks, he pulls Andy to his feet, only to reintroduce him to the mat with a reverse DDT. Grimm measures, letting gravity assist with a falling headbutt to Andy's cranium.

Not allowing his opponent a moment's rest, Grimm pocks Andy's head, whipping him up and over with a fisherman's suplex. Lane drops for a count as Grimm bridges.

..1!

....2!

......Thr-KICKOUT!

Grimm gathers the International Champ from the mat, sending him to the ropes. Kicking him in the gut, Grimm doubles Andy over, setting him up for a power bomb. As Grimm brings Andy into the air, Andy sunset flips behind the Hangtown Horror, pulling him to the mat along the way.

Andy climbs the corner, waiting for Grimm to get to his feet. He leaps at the Lord of Misrule, landing a hurricanrana. Andy scrambles to his feet, bounding off of the second rope for a lionsault splash. He goes for a pin, but only gets another two count. Andy goes to the turnbuckles again, but Grimm rolls out of the ring.

Grimm paces, holding his stomach as Andy dismounts the high ground. Never letting his eyes to leave the Hangtown Horror, Andy anticipates Grimm's movements, launching himself at him with a suicide dive that buries both men into the audience barrier. The zebra starts the count as both men writhe in agony outside the ring.

1!

2!

3!

Andy starts to regain his vertical base, crawling over to the ring apron.

4!

He doesn't see a slightly recovered Grimm approaching behind him.

5!

Grimm smashes Andy's head on the ring apron.

6!

Pulling him back up, the elder Dillinger introduces Andy to the ring post.

7!

Grimm rolls in long enough to break up the count. He grasps Andy by the nape of the neck, running him at ramming speed towards the ring steps.

Jerry: Andy puts on the brakes!

Grimm tries to make Andy kiss the steel stairs, but Andy gets his leg up to block it. A second attempt by the World champ is met with the same result. Andy gushes from Grimm's grimy grasp, grappling Grimm until he reverses the outcome with Grimm going face first into the steps instead.

Andy rolls back into the ring, causing Lane to quit the count-out. the ref begins to count Grimm out, but Andy rejoins his foe outside the ring long enough to slide him back in. Both men back in the squared circle once again, Andy hits the ropes for momentum. Just as Grimm gets to his feet, Andy smacks the back of his noggin with an enziguri. Grimm collapses like a bunch of broccoli.

Grimm gets to his feet on spaghetti legs. Just as Andy charges in, Grimm tries to pull the ref between them both. Andy sees it coming, stopping long short as Lane falls to all fours, off balance. Andy retreats just far enough to regain his running jump, using the ref's backside for added height.

Ace: DRAGON'S BITE!

Jerry: Andy's going for the cover!

..1!

....2!

......3!




Winner: Andy D. via Pinfall




As "Damn Nation" powers out of the PCW loudspeakers, Andy D. makes his triumphant leave of the ring, a disheveled but worryingly functional Grimm rolling under the bottom rope and wending his own calm way backstage.

Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, just a few moments ago one of our cameras picked up some rather disturbing footage that we're going to show you now.

Ace Anderson: Rick Majors was getting into his rental car in the parking garage when.... well, just watch.

The footage plays. Rick Majors is seen opening up his trunk and putting his bag inside. He closes it and walks around to the driver's side of the vehicle. Suddenly, he's jumped by the Shaw Brothers! Frederick hits him in the leg with a tire iron, causing him to fall to the floor, clutching his knee.

The Shaws put the boots to him for a few seconds before picking him up and throwing him into the open trunk of a nearby vehicle. They slam it shut, get into the car and very quickly peel out of the garage. At this point the footage ends and we return to a shot of the announce team.

Jerry Andrews: We have received word that the vehicle you saw the Shaws driving did in fact leave the arena and we can only assume that Majors was still locked inside.

Ace Anderson: I don't even want to think about where they're taking him. Or why!

-CLICK-

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Alex Hayes d. Tyrone Smith
Seromine d. Razor Blade & Baby Jenks; Seromine pins B. Jenks
Kelli Starr d. St. Jury
Brenna Gordon d. Chris Parsons
Nathan Saniti d. Dontevius Ellis
Murdoc d. Dan Fierce
Justin Kaard d. Alexa Black
Andy D d. Grimm

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