Post by Rick Majors on Aug 13, 2016 0:10:39 GMT -5
PCW Return to Glory VII
Thursday August 11th, 2016
"For whom the bell tolls, it tolls for thee
For whom they saw when they put you to sleep
A deal with the devil is a deal with me
The deal is forever as long as you breath
Go forth child; make us proud
Honors is yours; underground
Know we love you; lay you down
We did it for the glory
The glory
Only the glory
We live inside a story
It's a story
All for the glory"
The camera pans across the frantic PCW Faithful as they rise to their feet in anticipation for tonight's event. At ringside, Jerry Andrews is standing alongside Ace Anderson, as usual, to welcome the audience at home to the show.
Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, this is PCW Return to Glory! I am Jerry Andrews and with me once again is PCW legend Ace Anderson!
Ace Anderson: I am PUMPED for tonight's show! What a card we have for you here tonight!
Jerry Andrews: Not only will the Underground Title, North American, International Title and World Title be on the line, but we're also going to name a new number one contender for the big gold belt!
Ace Anderson: Every single match on this card is important and every single one is going to be an outstanding battle!
Jerry Andrews: So, without further ado, let's get things started!
Ace Anderson: And we have a heck of a match starting things off tonight pitting Bones, the brother of Alexa Black, againt Tyrone ‘Crazy Boy’ Smith and the newcomer Lunacy in a triple threat match! I tell you I have been watching tapes on Lunacy and sick doesn’t BEGIN to describe him!
Jerry Andrews: I’m not sure you can count BONES or the Crazy Boy out, Ace, he’s been on a roll of late.
Ace Anderson: Speaking of the Crazy Boy… here he comes now!
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 all of the sudden, Crazy Boy comes out of the smoke and pumps a fist in the air. He walks down the entryway and climbs the ropes of the ring. He bounces around the ropes a few times, pumps his fist in the air one last time and waits for his opponents to come to the ring.
Jerry Andrews: Listen to the crowd cheer as Tyrone prepares to kick off the show!
Ace Anderson: And he isn’t alone…listen!
“Dead Flowers” begins to play as the sounds of thunder echo through the crowd, flashes of lightening strike the ramp, and some in the crowd missing fans. The hammering of whirling wind and pound rain fill the rest of the silent void. As the storm builds up the arena becomes a dance of tie dye colors.
*Boom!*
A big strike of lightening hits the center of the ring and when the daze of bright light fades, Bones is squatted down in the middle of the ring, a big smile on his face, and he leaps towards the turnbuckles landing on the bottom rope. He pulls himself to the top and sits waiting.
Crazy Boy rounds on Bones, getting in his face.
Jerry Andrews: I knew it… you like Rainstorms and Pina…
Jerry is cut off as the lights suddenly go out. There is the sound of static followed by the strains of ‘The Lotion’ by The Greenskeepers begins to play over the loudspeakers. The lights come up about halfway revealing Lunacy standing in the center of the ring. He reaches into his trenchcoat and removes a lighter. He places his coatsleeve above the lighter as he flicks it. Lunacy’s coat catches fire and he turns into a human bonfire as the arena goes dark lit only by the burning Lunacy. Suddenly Lunacy appears to explode with a loud bang as the arena goes dark and the music ends. When the lights come back up, Lunacy is standing in the middle of the ring flanked by his valet, the Jackdaw on his left and the giant Brother Maylock on his right.
Ace Anderson: Now that’s what I call an entrance!
Jerry Andrews: Yes, but like the two goons in the ring with him, it won’t help him win the match.
Triple Threat Match
Lunacy vs BONES vs. Tyrone “Crazy Boy” Smith
Referee: Ty Little
Lunacy vs BONES vs. Tyrone “Crazy Boy” Smith
Referee: Ty Little
Ace Anderson: Ty Little, the referee calls for the bell and this one is underway!
Bones and Tyrone both head towards Lunacy standing in the center of the ring. Lunacy holds up his hand and the two men stop. He reaches into his pocket and removes…nothing. He appears to be pretending to hold something. He taps it against an imaginary podium and the audience understands he is miming a conductor's baton. He pretends conducting for a few seconds and then punches both opponents in their jaws! Tyrone reels a bit under the onslaught but BONES is able to duck out of the way mostly, catching only a glancing tap to the chin before responding with a standing dropkick that sends the masked Lunacy flying!
Tyrone kips up holding his jaw…and is leveled by a clothesline from out of nowhere by the massive BONES! Bones turns to the crowd and holds up his hands as the crowd screams for him.
Jerry Andrews: The newcomer feeling the PCW love here!
Ace Anderson: He’s wasting valuable time!
From behind Lunacy comes FLYING spearing the big man from behind slamming him hard into the corner!
Ace Anderson: Good night! BONES just got broken!
Lunacy picks himself up and heads to the center of the ring and begins to run at BONES once more…only to get a flying forearm from Crazy Boy that sends him crashing to the canvas! Crazy Boy drops knee first astride the masked man’s check and proceeds to punch him in the face again and again. The crowd begins to count the punches.
1…2…3…4…5…6…7…and
Jerry Andrews: OH MY LORD!
Ace Anderson: BONES just LEVELED Crazy Boy from behind with the Royal Connection!
BONES scans the crowd before he picks up the limp Smith and takes him back to the canvas with a vicious belly to belly! BONES looks in the camera as he scoops up Crazy Boy and gets him in position for the 1…2…and LUNACY breaks up the pinfall attempt with a boot to the head!
Jerry Andrews: This match is still on!
BONES rolls off Crazy Boy with his arms covering his head. Lunacy pulls Tyrone off the mat and Irish Whips him into the corner! Lunacy grabs BONES and pulls him up Irish whipping him towards the corner with Crazy Boy…and the Crazy One EXPLODES out of the corner with a flying clothesline that just about takes BONES head off his body! BONES drops to his knees and then slowly collapses face first to the corner. Lunacy charges towards Smith only to be stopped by a jumping heel kick! Crazy Boy runs to the corner leaping to the top turnbuckle! Here he goes with the Crazy Drop…
Ace Anderson: …AND HE OVERSHOOTS THE MARK!
Indeed, Crazy Boy leaps past Lunacy to crash to the canvas! On the floor, Brother Maylock moves away from the corner.
Jerry Andrews: I think ‘Brother Maylock’ gave Crazy Boy an Assist!
Ace Anderson: You have no proof of that!
The point of view jumps to the outside of the ring where a slow motion camera clearly shows Maylock pushing on Smith, sending him flying!
Jerry Andrews: You were saying.
Ace Anderson: So Maylock got a bit overzealous…a rare miss by our well-trained referees!
Jerry Andrews: Wait, BONES and Lunacy have gotten to their feet. The two men look towards one another, both seeming unsteady as they suddenly lower their heads and charge!
BAM!
Ace Anderson: Dear God! They both just speared the hell out of one another! All three of these men are down!
The referee starts to count all three men down. Slowly Crazy Boy gets to his feet first. He pulls Lunacy up, but Lunacy hits him with a chinbreaker. He then clotheslines Crazy Boy over the ropes and to the outside. BONES is back up now and he attacks Lunacy from behind. BONES spins him around, but Lunacy quickly hits him with a right hand. Lunacy then quickly sets him up and hits a Swinging Cradle Suplex!
Jerry Andrews: He calls that 'The Blue Pill!'
Ace Anderson: The cover!
1....
2....
3!
"Here is your winner: LUNACY!"
Lunacy rises up and he slowly puts his arm in the air while glaring at the crowd.
Jerry Andrews: A big win for Lunacy here tonight!
Winner: Lunacy via Pinfall
The shot then switches to the backstage area where we find Shane Dodge and one of the many Pure Class Wrestling cameramen. They seem to be on the hunt for the next big story while rushing through the halls. Shane motions to his other half as they both close in on the office of the acting president of PCW. Shane rips open the door to find "Mr. Showtime" Michael Wryght busy manning the show from within. The live feed is displayed on an oversized flat screen television, which is insistently showing this very scene.
"I saw you coming, Shane. Now what is this all about?" asked Showtime, curtly.
"The Pure Class Wrestling universe has the right to know why their so called president thought it was better to cower in his office rather than compete tonight against Murdoc."
"That information is private Shane, so I'd appreciate it if you got that camera out of my face."
"It figures that just when everyone starts to believe that you are working for them, you go and pull something like this. You legitimately went out in front of everyone and told them that you were finally the president that would have the sack to put Murdoc in his place. But instead you decided that he should be someone else's problem. Worst of all you gave him him exactly what he wanted. You might be worse then all the rest.
"THAT'S ENOUGH!" exclaimed Showtime, as he stood and slammed both hands down on his desk. "You have no idea what happened and if you still want to be employed here after tonight you'll get your ass back to work."
"The fans deserve an answer."
Showtime couldn't help from rubbing the anger out of his eyes and produced a long audible sigh, "Fine Shane, if it's an answer you want I'll give it to you. You're one hundred percent right about my claims of taking down Murdoc. The thing you are mistaken on is that it is fear that stopped me. I personally was looking forward to taking that monster down a peg or two but everything changed at the Icey awards."
"What possibly could have happened at the Iceys?"
"Dan Fierce is what happened. He stormed into my office and demanded that he be the one that handles Murdoc. I tried to explain to him that this was now personal and I needed to handle him. It was something that I promised the PCW faithful and was not going to give up. As you could imagine Daniel was not too happy with my response."
"So what changed," asked Dodge keeping Showtime from cutting the interview early.
"Well, he asked to make it a number one contendership match. This took me off guard and I realized how savagely he wanted this opportunity. This is also what Murdoc wanted and it was something that I wasn't willing to grant him, but I wasn't about to tell Fierce what he can and can't do with what’s his."
"Then why not just insert yourself into the match as well? You're not even on the card tonight."
"I'm not on the card tonight because everything else had been planned and my match would be meaningless. I don’t want to go out there and squash the likes of Buck Brochamp or whomever. I didn't insert myself into the match because I'm not interested in taking advantage of my position. I'm more than happy to compete in tournaments or specialty matches to get myself a shot at the world title, but I'll be damned if I am just going to give myself the shot. I've been down this road once and I respect this office and the Pure Class Wrestling fans more than that. I figured that they would be happy with this epic match, Dan and Murdoc would be happy being given exactly what they wanted and if I was the only one to come in to tonight feeling shorted so be it. One of the perks of the job I suppose."
"Well we had no idea."
"You're damn right you didn't, because I was going to keep the happenings at the Iceys between Fierce and myself. I hope you're happy with yourself."
"Actually I am," replied Dodge with a coy smile.
"Good, now get out of my office before I actually decide to fire your punk ass. NOW!!!"
With that demand the camera feed cuts from the presidents office and the shows focus returns to the ring.
"Sick Like Me," by In This Moment blasts through the PCW area speaker as the Shaw Brothers step through the curtain. As soon as they do their music is completely drowned out by a mixture of boos of the PCW faithful.
As they continue to walk down to the ring as the crowd grows louder and louder so even the announcers can't get a word in.
They reach the ring and the Shaw brothers jump up into the apron and enter through the ropes as they wait in the ring for their opponents to come down.
Jerry Andrews: These are two violent and dangerous men.
Ace Anderson: Kelli Starr and Rick Majors are in for a battle here tonight.
”(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...”
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 her tag team partner.
The lights go out. Suddenly the sound of guitars pierce through the silence as "Wastelands" by Linkin Park begins to play. Rick Majors appears in the entrance way. He pauses for a moment and looks down briefly. His attire is different. He's wearing his black hooded sweatshirt with the hood down and the sleeves rolled up. He has black tape over his wrists and hands. In his right hand, he drags a baseball bat as he walks down to the ring.
"This is war with no weapons,
Marching with no stepping,
Murder with no killing,
Illing every direction."
Marching with no stepping,
Murder with no killing,
Illing every direction."
Majors walks slowly, looking right at the Shaws 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.
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 enters the ring and grips the baseball bat tightly as he stares down his opponents. The lights in the arena then come back on as Majors circles the ring, awaiting the start of the match.
Tag Team Match
“Dollface” Kelli Starr & Rick Majors vs. The Shaw Brothers
Referee: The Masked Official
“Dollface” Kelli Starr & Rick Majors vs. The Shaw Brothers
Referee: The Masked Official
The referee requests that Majors leave the bat outside the ring. He doesn't appear to be listening. The official asks again. Slowly, Majors walks over to the edge of the ring and he drops the bat to the outside. He takes off his sweatshirt, but never breaks gaze with the Shaws.
Jerry Andrews: Well.... it looks like Rick Majors is going to be starting this match for his team.
Ace Anderson: I don't think that was a mutual decision. I think he just refuses to leave the ring.
Jerry Andrews: That brings up a good point though. Majors and Starr don't really have any relationship with one another. They've never tagged together before while, on the other side of the ring, they're facing two brothers. How will that affect this match?
Ace Anderson: It's huge. Team work and knowing your partner is so important when it comes to tag team wrestling.
The bell rings and facing off against Majors is Alexander Shaw.
Majors glares at Alexander from across the ring. The Shaw brother smiles a wicked smile and steps forward. Majors is slightly hesitant to do the same. Alexander takes another step forward. Majors remains still.
Jerry Andrews: The Darkness, and the Shaw Brothers in particular, truly terrorized Rick Majors in the basement...
Ace Anderson: From the horrible video that we saw, they not only brutalized him physically but also tried to break him down emotionally.
Jerry Andrews: Majors looks like he's still trying to overcome that punishment here tonight.
Ace Anderson: Well, no offense, but he'd better do it soon.
Alexander Shaw laughs and looks over to his brother in the corner. Suddenly, Rick Majors charges at him! Alexander notices at the last second and he sidesteps Majors, driving his fist into Majors' midsection. He then pulls Majors up and tosses him into the Shaw corner. Alexander tags in Frederick and the two Shaws double team Majors until the referee orders Alexander out of the ring. Frederick pulls Majors up and he drops him with a right hand.
Jerry Andrews: This isn't going well for Rick Majors.
Ace Anderson: You have to wonder what kind of injuries Majors is recovering from right now, to be honest.
Federick pulls Majors up again and he throws him into a neutral corner. He then charges at Majors, but Majors gets his feet up and he kicks his opponent right in the head. Majors then charges out of the corner with a clothesline, knocking Frederick down to the mat. Majors pulls him up and tosses into back into the same corner. Majors now starts unloading on him with a series of right hands before the referee breaks it up. Majors takes a step back, allows his opponent to leave the corner and then he unloads on him again with a series of roundhouse kicks. Majors then takes a few steps back again and waits for Frederick to leave the corner. When he does, Majors charges at him and takes him down with a spinning wheel kick. Rick Majors with a cover.
Jerry Andrews: Two count!
Majors pulls Frederick up, but Frederick hits him with a big forearm to the jaw.
Ace Anderson: Ouch! What a shot!
Majors staggers backwards and Frederick takes him down with a clothesline. He then pulls him up and throws him back into the Shaw corner.
Ace Anderson: This is a bad place for Majors to be. He's getting decimated in that corner.
Frederick tags in Alexander and the two Shaws stomp away on Majors until the referee breaks it up.
Ace Anderson: There you can see the teamwork of the Shaws paying off. They're double teaming Majors all night and, meanwhile, Majors is basically ignoring Kelli Starr on the apron.
Alexander pulls Majors up now and he drives him into the mat with a powerslam. He goes for the cover.
Jerry Andrews: Rick Majors just got his shoulder up at two!
Alexander stands up and he drives his knee into Majors' midsection. And again. And again. Alexander now reaches down and he pulls on Majors' shirt, ripping it from his body.
Jerry Andrews: What is Alexander Shaw doing?
Ace Anderson: Ohh.... I see now... look at those bandages.
Rick Majors has his entire midsection wrapped up with tape.
Jerry Andrews: We did hear some rumors that Rick Majors was suffering from broken ribs....
Ace Anderson: Yeah, I guess the Shaws are the ones that broke them, so they know all about it!
Alexander Shaw reaches down and he starts to pull the bandages off of Majors' ribs! The referee starts to reprimand him, but he drives his knee into Majors' ribs. Majors screams out in pain. Alexander Shaw then throws Majors into the Shaw corner once again. The referee stops him and starts to tell him off for removing the bandages. Frederick Shaw takes advantage of this situation to choke Rick Majors with the bandages that have been removed!
Jerry Andrews: Oh come on!
Ace Anderson: He's basically hanging him with his own bandages!
Kelli Starr rushes into the ring to break up the attack, but she's stopped by the official. The Shaws recognize that the referee is now distracted with Starr and Frederick holds Majors up by the bandages wrapped around his neck while Alexander unloads on him with a series of strikes to the midsection. Kelli Starr is removed from the ring and the referee turns around just as Frederick drops Majors.
Jerry Andrews: This is horrible!
Majors starts to cough on the mat, holding his ribs. As he coughs, it's obvious that there is blood coming out of his mouth.
Jerry Andrews: Oh no.
Ace Anderson: It looks like Majors is suffering from some internal injuries here. That's bad news.
Alexander Shaw drags Majors into the center of the ring and he covers him:
1....
2.....
Kelli Starr rushes in and she breaks up the pin! This causes Frederick Shaw to run into the ring as well! Starr and Frederick begin exchanging blows! The referee is trying desperately to get things under control!
Ace Anderson: It's all breaking down now!
Finally, things get back under control and Alexander and Majors the only competitors in the ring. Alexander pulls Majors up and he drives him down to the mat with a powerbomb! He again goes for a cover:
1....
2....
Jerry Andrews: Three!
Ace Anderson: No! The referee is saying two!
Jerry Andrews: Wow! I thought it was over! Majors kicked out!
Alexander Shaw pulls Majors up and he throws him into the ropes. Majors rebounds, ducks under a clothesline and comes flying off of the ropes with a big forearm that staggers the Shaw. Majors slowly stands back up and he manages to leap over to his corner and tag in Kelli Starr!
Ace Anderson: Kelli Starr is in!
Starr rushes into the ring and she beats Alexander back with a series of strikes! She backs him up into a neutral corner and starts to stomp away on him!
Jerry Andrews: DUB STEP!
Frederick Shaw charges into the ring to break up the attack, but she quickly spins and hits him with a backfist!
Ace Anderson: Candygram! Frederick Shaw is out cold!
Kelli now spins back around towards Alexander....
Jerry Andrews: Another Candygram! And a cover!
1....
2....
3!!!!
Ace Anderson: Kelli Starr gets the victory!
Winners: Rick Majors & Kelli Starr via Pinfall
Suddenly, Baby Jenks and Alexa Black hit the ring!
Jerry Andrews: What the hell are they doing out here!?
Ace Anderson: Did you really not expect this!?
Jenks attacks Majors from behind, slugging him in the back and causing him to hit the turnbuckles hard. She then pulls him up and slams him shoulder first into the ring post, sending him falling through the ropes and out of the ring in a hump. Meanwhile, the Shaws are up and they swarm Kelli Starr! Alexa Black smiles as the two brothers brutalize Dollface. Majors tries to return to the ring, but he's prevents from doing so by Baby Jenks.
Alexa calls the Shaws off and she approaches Kelli now, smiling. She pulls her up and sets her up but.... suddenly Nathan Saniti hits the ring!
Jerry Andrews: Nathan Saniti is here!
Ace Anderson: Everyone knows about his relationship with Kelli Starr and he's not about to let this attack continue!
Jerry Andrews: Not to mention that he's facing Alexa Black here tonight!
Saniti shoves Black to the mat, freeing Kelli from her grip. Saniti now throws Black out of the ring to the outside. The Shaws attack, but he gets the jump on them and fends them off. The crowd is on their feet now! Baby Jenks charges at him, but he drops her as well! Rick Majors manages to get back in the ring now! Kelli Starr is up!
Jerry Andrews: Starr, Majors and Saniti are standing up to The Darkness!
Ace Anderson: Finally!
Jenks and the Shaws face off against their three rivals. They pause for a moment to stare each other down and then all hell breaks loose!
Jerry Andrews: Here we go!
Suddenly, Alexa Black is back in the ring and she has a steel chair! She drives it right into Saniti's spine as he's battling Baby Jenks! Saniti falls to the mat. Majors turns his attention to Black, but this allows Frederick Shaw to drop him with a big right hand. Dollface slugs Alexander, but Baby Jenks takes her down with a tackle.
Ace Anderson: The Darkness still has the numbers advantage here!
Jerry Andrews: And it looks like they've used it to take down this latest threat pretty swiftly.
The Shaws turn their attention to their opponents from tonight and they throw both Majors and Starr from the ring. They head outside to cause additional damage. Meanwhile, inside the ring, Baby Jenks holds Nathan Saniti down and Alexa Black drives the point of the steel chair right into his spine. Again. And again. And again. She smiles as Nathan goes limp in the ring. She then drops the chair and signals to her crew. All four members of The Darkness leave the ringside area, with their three rivals down and hurt.
Jerry Andrews: Nathan Saniti looks really hurt, Ace.
Ace Anderson: He's being checked out by PCW officials right now, but it doesn't look good. He's holding his back and, just look at his face.... he's in a lot of pain.
Starr and Majors rush to the side of Saniti as quickly as their battered bodies allow them to. Their faces wear looks of incredible concern. PCW medical staff rush down to the ring with a stretcher.
Jerry Andrews: This could be bad.
The feed cuts off to a pre-recorded video.
“According to rule Four of Anton LaVey’s ‘Eleven Satanic Rules of the Earth, ’If a guest in your lair annoys you, treat him cruelly and without mercy'...”
Three candles provide partial light inside of the ring in an empty arena, an indicator this video was done earlier in the day. Seromine is on his knees, gazing at the mat as he’s flanked from behind by his seven followers. He raises his arms to the side in his traditional crucifix pose. On cue, the others do the same.
“This lair is my home away from home, Andy. People like you have thought yourself a guest in it. The problem is...I didn’t invite you. They didn’t invite you. That makes you an annoyance to us. We show nobody the act of mercy. Their suffering is music to our ears. You just be damn glad there is a law in your world against the crime we would otherwise commit against you.”
Seromine lifts his head up, slowly peeling his mask off. From there, he breaks into a sinister cackle. The camera picks up the roar of new light, as a mock scarecrow of Andy D goes up in flames. The trio of candles now extinguished.
“We gave you a gift. You discarded it. Now I’m going discard you from being the International Champion. The lake of fire parted to the side so that we could walk the earth and burn every fucking thing you and society hold dear. We're going to get you, Andy D...and your little title too.”
The video cuts off with the sounds of group laughter.
We return to the ring.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the following Underground Rules Match is scheduled for one fall and is for the PCW Underground Championship!"
The arena lights dim down to a gentle glow and a dense fog begins to cover the entrance way. The fans start to rise to their feet as a sudden bright flash of light floods the crowd before a deafening crash of thunder rattles the foundation and leaves the arena in darkness. "Rock You Like a Hurricane" by The Scorpions instigates a small riot amongst those in attendance as flashes of light, like lightning, are all that illuminate the arena.
"HERE I AM, ROCK YOU LIKE A HURRICANE!"
And then... nothing.
Jerry Andrews: Ummm.....
Ace Anderson: Where's Stormm?
"Rock You Like a Hurricane" stops playing and the standard lighting returns to the arena.
Ace Anderson: I heard rumors that Stormm wasn't exactly pleased with having to compete in an Underground rules match here tonight, but I don't know if that has anything to do with his apparent absence.
Jerry Andrews: It would really be a shame if he wasn't here to compete tonight and.... well, I'm being told that we're going to try again.
The arena lights dim down to a gentle glow and a dense fog begins to cover the entrance way. The fans start to rise to their feet as a sudden bright flash of light floods the crowd before a deafening crash of thunder rattles the foundation and leaves the arena in darkness. "Rock You Like a Hurricane" by The Scorpions instigates a small riot amongst those in attendance as flashes of light, like lightning, are all that illuminate the arena.
"HERE I AM, ROCK YOU LIKE A HURRICANE!"
Still nothing.
Jerry Andrews: Well... I guess that's it. We're very sorry folks but I don't think this championship match is going to happen here tonight.
Ace Anderson: I know a lot of people were looking forward to this one. It's too bad.
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.
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?
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.
Underground Championship Match
“All Day” Dontevius Ellis (Underground ©) vs Justin “Stormm” Michaels
Referee: Tyrone Little Jr.
Tyrone Little Jr. takes Dontevius Ellis aside and speaks to him. He then takes the PCW Underground Championship and raises it in the air. The referee then calls for the bell.
Jerry Andrews: I guess Justin Michaels is going to officially be counted out here...
1..... 2..... 3..... 4.....
The crowd boos.
5... 6... 7... 8...
More booing. Ellis looks on, slightly smirking but seemingly slightly annoyed.
9.... 10.
Ding. Ding. Ding.
"Ladies and gentlemen, your winner by forfeit, and still PCW Underground Champion: "ALL DAY" DONTEVIUS ELLIS!"
Dontevius Ellis is handed the championship back. He looks around, shrugs, and retakes the title. The crowd is obviously not happy with the situation.
Jerry Andrews: Well, they always say that the card is subject to change, but no one wanted that to be the result.
Winner: Dontevius Ellis by Forfeit
Ellis leaves the ring and we're about to go to a video package when...
"Don't act like you didn't fucking miss me!"
A boasting voice booms from the PA, followed by a content chuckle. The fans in attendance are hushed, some out of confusion, some out of excitement, and a few with nagging memory of that almost forgotten yet familiar laugh. But when Bobaflex starts to play "Bad Man", the volume becomes much louder, yet more divided.
Ace Anderson: Great. Just great.
Jerry Andrews: Is that...
Ace Anderson: Maybe if we're quiet, he'll just go away and we can forget this moment ever happened.
Jerry Andrews: Ace, the fans are--
Ace Anderson: I KNOW! They need to shut up! I'm envisioning this working out like a T-Rex, but audio not visual.
Boos are mixed with a surprising amount of cheers for the returning former World Champion. But the entryway is vacant, even though Whitey Ford's video package is playing on the PCWtron. A few long moments pass, and the music fades out to silence, leaving just the jeering crowd roaring in disapproval. As much as Whitey was hated by just about everybody, his absence has been long and who doesn't like a good cameo now and then?
Ace Anderson: Oh thank God. It's a joke. A cruel and very unfunny joke.
A massive boom shakes the arena as golden pyrotechnics shoot up from either side of the stage, and the music blares back up to full volume! Whitey Ford slowly steps from behind the curtain, his arms down at his sides and his head cocked to one side slightly. His hair is over his face wildly, but doesn't obscure his wandering eyes as he takes in the raucous PCW faithful. Almost the entire arena is booing, but just as before a decent amount of cheering can be heard.
Ace Anderson: Why? Just...why?
Jerry Andrews: I've never heard this man get any sort of positive response from our fans, Ace! This is incredible. Whitey Ford has returned!
Ford continues to stare out at the crowd, scratching at his knee idly through a hole in his tattered jeans. But slowly, a cocky grin grows over his face and he holds his arms out wide, embracing the mixed reaction. Michael John Windsor, his long time friend, former enemy, and infamous manager, walks out behind him, clad in one of his usual expensive suits. The two stand side by side for just a second, and without a glance to one another they both walk down the entrance ramp. Whitey rolls under the bottom rope while Windsor take the stairs. The latter produces a microphone from his suit jacket, and tapes Ford on the arm with it. Whitey had been distracted by the crowd, seeming almost to be taken aback by standing in the PCW Arena once more. He looks down at the microphone, then up at Windsor before hesitantly taking the device from his manager.
Jerry Andrews: Ace, you got awful quiet all of a sudden. You don't like seeing your old nemesis?
Ace Andrews: Huh? Oh, I was just talking to my agent. Maybe TNA is hiring...
Whitey tries to raise the microphone to his mouth as his music cuts, but the fans are still going at it. He pauses, and tries again to no avail. A look of frustration washes over his face, giving everyone a quick reminder about how short tempered this former champion can be.
"Shut the fuck up!" This brings a laugh from some of the older PCW fans, glad to see Whitey hasn't changed. His face returns to the same cocky smirk it wore before as the crowd lowers its decibels, if only by a few points. "Now...let me say that it's glad to be back. I'd also like to assure you that I am not Dwayne Johnson; this is not a cameo. This is not a highly paid one time appearance to beat up some of the lower class wrestlers, and I'm sure as hell not here to promote a movie. Ladies and gentlemen...I am back on the active roster of Pure Class Wrestling indefinitely."
Ford turns to the entrance ramp and motions towards the back. "I'm sure there are a lot of people back there who aren't happy in the slightest to see me in the ring once again. Actually, on that note, let me thank the six people in the crowd tonight who cheered just a few minutes ago. And on a note ABOUT that note...let me make it very clear that I'm not back here because I fucking missed you." Naturally, this gets a big negative reaction from the crowd. "I'm not here for MY World Title belt. I'm not here for money...obviously, I'm still filthy rich. Couldn't you tell by the way I dress?"
Ford waves a hand down the side of his body, showcasing the ripped jeans and dirty white T-shirt. This actually garners a laugh from the PCW Faithful. "I'm here for one reason, and for one reason only. I may be an asshole, a cheater, a fool, a born again alcoholic and drug addict, and I may swear like a fucking sailor, but the one thing I always do is repay my debts."
He pauses then, aiming a finger down at the floor pointedly. The crowd is silent, wondering what debt he could possibly have. "When I first came here to PCW years ago, I had always been a 'good guy.' I did whatever I could to please you people and the rest of the world. I fought the hard fights...I fought the moral fights...and I never came out on top. When that switch clicked in my head..." Whitey snaps his fingers near his temple. "...that I had to be in it for number one or I would never amount to another, I found myself here. In the Pure Class Wrestling arena."
"And what did you all do? Did you cheer me on for my brash ways? Did you make it seem ok that I was fucking every single person over that I came across, or reason that my questionable morals were the cause of some sort of trauma, and all I really needed was a FUCKING SAFE PLACE for myself and I'd be better? No. You booed me. You threw trash at me. You nicknamed me "The Asshole." Strangers on the street, on the bus, in the bar, they'd flock to me just to tell me that I'd never make it. That I'd NEVER be the best that PCW had to offer. The world hated me, and wanted me to fail. NEEDED me to fail, because they couldn't stand the thought of someone like me headlining main events and being the face of the most class wrestling organazation in the entire world!"
Whitey had been getting quite irate with his tirade, and had to take the time to inhale a deep breath, to continue talking and more importantly, to calm himself down. When he composed himself, his eyes leveled at the camera. "All of that hate and all of the people telling me I couldn't do it was what drove me to prove every...single...one of you wrong. I did exactly what I said I would, and I became the best that this place had ever seen."
Jerry Andrews: He's still quite full of himself, isn't he Ace?
Ace Andrews: Huh? Oh, I gave up listening to this asshole a few minutes ago. Now shush, I'm gonna try ROH next.
"And for that...I owe you all. Without the entire world telling me that I couldn't do it, I would have never done it. While I'm sure you all know I'm not one for gratitude...thank you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. And that is why, even though you thought they'd already all been handed out a few weeks ago, I am taking it upon myself, to BESTOW upon myself, the Icey Award for 'Biggest Disappointment.' I let you all down by leaving when I was still at the top of my game, thanks to you." A long, tense silence from the crowd ensues, and Whitey even narrows his eyes a bit and cocks his head, as if to say 'really?' Eventually, a couple fans start to applaud, and then a good smattering of appreciation comes from the PCW Faithful.
Jerry Andrews: Unbelievable. Whitey just...he just thanked the PCW Faithful! This is incredible.
Ace Anderson: Jesus Christ. Hey, do you know if Lucha Underground is hiring?
Jerry Andrews: And he gave himself a belated Icey...I mean, I guess at least it's an Icey nobody wanted.
"There is only one way that I can figure that'll really pay back the debt that I owe this company and you fans." Whitey continues with a nod. "And that's by 'taking out the trash,' so to speak. When I left, albeit I was severely concussed and coming off a 12 year bender of booze and narcotics, Pure Class Wrestling was just that. Pure...Class...Wrestling. I look around now and I see a lot of other assholes trying to fill my spot and disrespect this company by making it a freakshow. There is no class left in this company; only a lot of bad people who need to be taken down."
"Allow me to make a promise;" His tone drops dramatically, becoming almost sinister. "I don't expect you to believe it, or any word I've told you tonight for that matter because the words 'I'm sorry' mean absolutely nothing without action. Tonight is the nicest you're going to see me. The next time I'm in this ring, I will be unleashing hell upon those who have tarnished this company's reputation, because I'm the only one who can do it. It's true what they say; it takes a bad guy to stop bad guys. And I'll prove that to you."
Whitey lowers the mic and turns to exit the ring, but stops suddenly and whips his gaze back to the camera. He quickly spits out, "Keepaneyeoutformeinmysmallrolein....SUICIDE SQUAD, comingtoatheaternearyou!"
"Bad Man" by Bobaflex comes over the PA system again, and the crowd is more mixed in reaction than before. Whitey drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring, with Windsor in tow. He doesn't look towards the crowd or acknowledge any response, negative or positive; the expression on his face is one of Pure Class Determination. He heads up the ramp and behind the curtain, leaving the fans to mull over the events that just transpired.
Jerry Andrews: Well...Whitey Ford is back! Ace, you're not on your phone, what do you think about his new promise?
Ace Anderson: Yeah, I realized if I quit here I give up three weeks paid vacation. It's not worth it. But I really do hate that man and anyone who even looks remotely like him. Don't make me talk about him please.
Now we get the video package we expected:
I'm the only one that's standing here
So mama don't you have no fear
I'll be the last 'til I've already won
Here I go..!!
Take me down
Take me down
Take me down
Won't you take me down
PCW Deadly Intentions VII
Sunday October 9th, 2016
So mama don't you have no fear
I'll be the last 'til I've already won
Here I go..!!
Take me down
Take me down
Take me down
Won't you take me down
PCW Deadly Intentions VII
Sunday October 9th, 2016
Jerry Andrews: That's right, ladies and gentlemen, the new time we will join you on pay per view is Sunday October 9th, 2016 for Deadly Intentions!
Ace Anderson: I'm already excited!
Suddenly, the scene cuts backstage where PCW officials are trying to separate The Shaw Brothers from Rick Majors and Kelli Starr!
Jerry Andrews: Wait... what the hell is this!?
Ace Anderson: I'm being told that Majors and Starr tried to confront the Shaws to get even after what happened earlier tonight, but that PCW officials stepped in now here we are!
Majors swings wildly, missing his intended target and knocking a PCW road agent down to the floor! Suddenly, PCW security is on the scene! They grab Majors and pull him, kicking and screaming, away from the area.
Jerry Andrews: It looks like Majors inadvertently struck a PCW official, and security isn't too happy about that.
Ace Anderson: I understand that, but, come on! The Darkness needs to pay finally for all of the pain they've inflicted on PCW!
Kelli Starr turns to the security guards, outraged at the situation. She winds up being dragged away by security as well!
Ace Anderson: Oh come on! Where was all of this security earlier tonight when The Darkness nearly broke Nathan Saniti's back!?
Jerry Andrews: Maybe that battle was the final straw and they've cracking down!
Majors and Starr are forcibly escorted to the arena doors and ordered to leave the property.
Ace Anderson: I'm sorry, this doesn't seem fair!
Jerry Andrews: You're right about that, but hopefully it calms things down a bit here tonight.
Ace Anderson: Do you really think it will do that?
Jerry Andrews: .... well.... no.
Ace Anderson: Anyway, moving on, we've got quite a surprising match-up coming up next! To explain how we got here, we have to head back to the most recent edition of Trauma!
PCW Trauma: July 21st, 2016 The three in the ring turn to the stage as Razor Blade enters the arena! Microphone in hand, he stands there for a few moments, soaking up his own entrance music and staring intensely towards cameras. “I am here for my match! I have asked and asked, I have performed on Traumas and been held down by the corporate establishment… but it ends now!” At this point Nigel Gale looks bemused, Brenna Gordon looks irritated, and Dontevius Ellis is just standing there with his hand over his face, one eye staring out through his fingers as though unable to believe what he’s seeing. “I DEMAND my Icey’s match, and I DEMAND it to be for the World Championship, and I DEMAND -” The crowd bursts into cheers of what may actually be pure relief as ”Hail to the Chief” marches out of the speaker system! ... “Now, it seems you’re feeling like you haven’t been given a fair shot here in Pure Class Wrestling. I can understand that, and I can understand that you want what you feel is your fair chance.” The crowd boos loudly, making the opinion of the PCW Faithful known. “So here it is, Razor Blade. Here’s your chance. TONIGHT, you will get your match! I’ll book you right here, right now, for a match to take place AFTER THE ONE ALREADY BOOKED.” Razor crosses his arms and stares with intensity. “Tonight, ladies and gentlemen, we will see Razor Blade face off against an opponent of MY choosing to challenge for the number one contendership…” He trails off for effect, the entire arena waiting with palpable suspense. “...of the Pure Class Wrestling World Championship title!” ... The crowd starts to boo and jeer, an angry Razor Blade glowering around as he waits. Jerry Andrews: Where ARE they? Ace Anderson: Let’s be honest here, Jerry. If Razor is getting the chance at the number one contender, he’s gotta compete against someone here tonight. But I don’t know many PCW stars that aren’t IN THE AUDEINCE! They’re fans tonight, just like everyone else. Jerry Andrews: And to make it a decent match, it has to be someone ... Jerry’s words are inexplicably cut off as the lights disappear. The entire arena is bathed in the darkness. Cell phone lights begin cropping up one after another, until there are nothing but pinpricks of light filling the crowd. The electricity is building in the air. Almost ... a religious experience, because the crowd certainly has an idea of what is about to happen. Ace Anderson: Oh god. Razor, run. Use the cover of darkness and just run. NO ONE will think you a coward. The crowd pops as a violent explosion rocks the arena! The ropes of the ring are completely engulfed in flames. The orange glow overpowers the fluorescent stars in the audience. Razor stands in the middle of the ring, non-plussed about the explosion but ... well, the heat and the fire aren’t the most comfortable thing in the world. The noise is at its’ peak as a secondary explosion rocks the arena, this time a single burst of flame striking the center of the ring. Once the flame and the smoke dissipates, there’s nothing left but the hulking frame of The Unclean Beast standing upon the scorched canvas . Murdoc’s face raising from its’ previous gaze towards the canvas to stare directly at Razor Blade. The Masked Official looks absolutely panicked at the fire on the ring ropes and at the arrival of Murdoc; he certainly wasn’t expecting this. ... Dragging him to the middle of the ring, he rolls him onto his back and drops down into a lateral press for the pinfall attempt. 1! 2! ... 3! DING DING DING! Winner: Murdoc Murdoc climbing off of the lifeless body of Razor Blade to the sound of shocked silence, he continues to throw probing boots at the man’s head and face, the flames on the ropes guttering out to smoking strands. Like a wild animal toying with a dying meal. He begins to reach down and pick up his fallen opponent when suddenly... "Shut Your Mouth," by Garbage begins blaring over the speakers. The crowd cheers wildly as Dan Fierce strides pointedly down the aisle with more catwalk attitude than New York Fashion Week. Jerry Andrews: Looks like the Fabulous One means business. Ace Anderson: Is he suicidal? That's Murdoc in the ring! Fierce gets to the ring, produces a microphone and motions for the music to be cut. He starts to speak, but before he does he "politely" kicks the convalescing Razor out of the ring and onto the floor. Murdoc watches with a tilted head as Fierce returns his attention to the behemoth. The look on Fierce's face is one of unadulterated rage. "I almost... ALMOST... ran down here to stop you from completely crippling Razor. ALMOST. You wanna know what stopped me? It wasn't fear. It wasn't common sense. It was morbid curiosity. I wanted to see just how this train wreck would play out." Fierce pauses for a few seconds before glaring daggers into Murdoc. "Not that I couldn't have guessed the outcome. I mean you ARE a monster, after all. I thought it was all fun and games. Until Wryght stuck his nose in and it became a number one contender's match. How cute." He pauses again. " I don't know if you've and your buddy, our esteemed President, are fully aware of this, but I. AM. THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER! NOT YOU! NOT THAT HUMAN DOORMAT DOWN THERE! ME! I. EARNED. THAT. SPOT. And in case you lost your short term memory from one too many chair shots to the head, buck-o, that means you and this overpaid jobber can sit down, shut up, and wait your turn! I am sick to death of people coming out of the woodworks, trying to justify cutting in line for what I worked hard for! I defeated the man who knocked you out of this competition. Like it or not, that means I get the shot, NOT you! That's called a contract." The audience provides a mix of reactions to Dan's seeming tantrum. Fierce holds up his fingers to quiet them. "However, since you were technically eliminated under shady circumstances, I'll offer you this: unlike the majority of the locker room, you DON'T scare me. I've faced big bad bullies like you my entire life and every time I've walked away with my head held high. So here's my proposition: You want an ACTUAL shot? I'll put my money where my mouth is, right here in this ring at Return to Glory. I'll face you one-on-one for my number one contendership, and I'll even play by YOUR rules. A "no holds barred match." Dan stands toe-to-toe with the towering Murdoc as the audience cheers. "I'll prove to everyone once and for all that this bit..." His words are cut short by a huge hand clamping his throat. Murdoc lifts him up and nearly chokeslams Fierce through the mat. Murdoc picks up the microphone, placing it to his mouth as he stands bolt upright. "I accept." |
Ace Anderson: And with that unexpected news, we have a match set for tonight! Dan Fierce, the winner of the 2016 Icemann Invitational Tournament, faces off against Murdoc with number one contendership for the PCW World Championship on the line.
Jerry Andrews: And it's going to be a no holds barred match!
Ace Anderson: Oh baby!
Match Four
#1 Contendership for the World Title
No Holds Barred Singles Match
Dan Fierce vs Murdoc
Referee: Manny Cruz
WARNING!
The following content may contain elements that are not suitable for some audiences. Viewer Discretion *IS* advised.
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!
Sasha Greene’s voice cuts through the din of excitement in the air.
The following is a NO HOLDS BARRED match for the Number One Contendership for the PCW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!
A heroic cheer rises from the lungs of the PCW Faithful at the announcement.
The ONLY way to win is either by PINFALL or SUBMISSION.
THERE MUST BE A WINNER!
Jerry Andrews: And Ace, this is likely to be one of the most INTERESTING matches on the card. In one corner - -
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 at the top of the ramp.
The challenger.
The Unclean Beast himself.
Standing at the center of the stage, his hair is ragged and hangs in wiry wisps over his masked face. Not even bothering to look up, the hulking monstrosity begins the slow walk to the ring. Even the front row of fans refuse to try and touch him. Probably for the best; he doesn’t look like he’s in any mood to pander to the masses.
Standing at six feet, seven inches and weighing in at 325 pounds ... MURRRRRRRRDOC!
Jerry: ...you have MURDOC. There’s really no need for an introduction here, Sasha. The PCW Faithful all across the GLOBE are intimately familiar with this man. He’s never been the most upstanding person, but over the past few weeks ... I have to tell you, he seems even MORE unhinged than ever before.
Ace Anderson: Jerry, I know Murdoc on a professional level as well as anyone. He’s genocide personified. The man is dangerous, bottom line. The only rules he plays by are his own and the fact that this match HAS no rules other than how to win? I’m nervous about even being at ringside. There’s no telling what he’s got percolating in that black heart of his.
Murdoc steps onto the apron from the floor, pulling himself up with a gloved paw. You can almost see the muscles tensing under the skin as he stands there. As he enters the ring, Murdoc simply moves to the center of the canvas. No robe to remove, no fanciness ... and no ordinary man can move him. For Murdoc, it’s time for business. And brother? Business is good.
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. As he walks to the ring, a fan hands off a beautiful bouquet of multi-colored flowers to the man. He smiles wide and leans in for some sweet words ... words of encouragement ... and even poses for a selfie with the fan before continuing on towards the ring. Once he gets there, he looks at Murdoc occupying the middle and, seeing his opponent refusing to give up the spot, decides to strike his trademark pose on the apron as glitter cannons fire off in each corner showering the ring with glitter.
And his opponent, standing at six feet tall and weighing in at 225 pounds, he is the current Number One Contender ... DAAAAAAAAAAAAAN FIERCE!
#1 Contendership for the PCW World Title
No Holds Barred Match
Dan Fierce vs Murdoc
Referee: Manny Cruz
Jerry Andrews: Some would say that, in theory, Dan Fierce has already BEATEN Murdoc. Not only did he defeat the man that BEAT Murdoc in the Icemann Invitational Tournament ... but maybe Dan Fierce has gotten into Murdoc’s head, Ace. He’s standing up to this monster and that is something that VERY few have done.
Ace Anderson: If you’re Dan Fierce before tonight, then you’re kind of backed into a corner Jerry. Either you use your head and keep as far away from Murdoc as possible, or you stand up to him and risk losing a body part. It’s damned if you do, damned if you don’t and Dan Fierce ... as per usual ... is doing things with some flair. Meaning he’s challenged Murdoc to a no holds barred match. So that’s where we are and Dan Fierce either has a plan or is just plain crazy. Crazier than Alexa Black, crazier than Nathan Saniti ... and I’m not sure which he is.
Jerry Andrews: Good point, Ace. Well I suppose the only way to find out is to - -
Before Jerry Andrews can kick it back to ringside, "Gold on the Ceiling" by The Black Keys begins to blare over the P.A. system and the arena darkens. A single spotlight begins to shine on the entrance way illumination none other than “Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght. Appearing on the stage to a surprising round of cheers, he smiles and nods ... waving at the crowd as begins to move slowly down the ramp, taking his good sweet time. All eyes are on him, including Murdoc who is looking up for the first time since entering the ring.
He looks none too pleased with this development.
“Dan, I have to say: I was a bit skeptical when you requested this match. I thought it was a brash and rather reckless move. But then I saw the look in your eyes and ... well, I felt you had an honest-to-God shot at putting this rabid mongrel down.” Snarl. “So for the entertainment of the audience, I sanctioned this match for tonight. Putting my own satisfaction of taking on Murdoc tonight on the back-burner, I slotted you in for the match.”
The crowd pops for this.
“Murdoc? We have un-finished business, you and I. You know that as well as I do. And considering that this was supposed to be you and I having a match tonight, I don’t know. I just feel like we should give the people what they want. And THAT is you and me, in that ring, TONIGHT.”
Ace Anderson: ... you’re kidding.
“Murdoc, I’m not an unfair man. I’m still giving you your shot at the number one contendership. I’m not even going to make you wrestle twice in one night. That way you know that I’m not stacking the deck against you. I *am* giving you what you deserve and what I AM going to do ... is make this a triple threat match for the number one contendership. Murdoc versus Dan Fierce versus ... ME!
The crowd lets out a massive cheer and Showtime begins removing the impeccable suit he’s attired in. Murdoc finally blows his stack at this announcement, seeing it as the ULTIMATE attempt to keep him from what he’s earned, and sets upon Dan Fierce. Dan Fierce stops Murdoc in his tracks by offering him the bouquet given to him by the fan at ringside. Murdoc pushes past and THROUGH the offering and Fierce has no choice but to smack him with the bouquet.
Murdoc drops to a knee and the crowd gasps in shock.
Ace Anderson: Murdoc got dropped by a pack of posies!
As the referee calls for the bell to signal the start of the match, Fierce smiles and drops the bouquet ... revealing the solid lead pipe surreptitiously hidden behind the stems gifted to him. Dan Fierce is right there to lay in the heavy shots to the staggered Murdoc. Showtime finishes disrobing and enters the fray, sliding under the bottom rope as the referee signals for the bell. As Showtime enters, he stops and watches as Dan Fierce lays into Murdoc ... turning to the entrance and motioning for something.
Jerry Andrews: What’s this now?!
A second referee begins to sprint down the ramp towards the ring. The referee hands Showtime a microphone and Showtime taps it a few times to get everyone’s attention again. ‘Oh and by the way, there’s going to be a second referee at ringside. To ENSURE that’s there is NO funny business!’ As he tosses the microphone at Murdoc’s head in jest, Murdoc explodes from the kneeling position and wraps his huge arms around Dan Fierce’s waist. Hoisting him up and off the ground, he takes off like a bull seeing red and charging straight at Michael Wryght. The impact is enough to send Wryght right back out of the ring and Dan Fierce back first into the mat.
Triple Threat Match for #1 Contendership for the PCW World Title
No Holds Barred Match
Dan Fierce vs Murdoc vs "Mr. Showtime" Michael Wryght
Referees: Manny Cruz & Eric Russo
Murdoc popping back up from the mat, he looks absolutely incensed at Showtime’s interjection into the match and as such ... quickly slides out the ring towards the fallen President. Stalking towards Showtime, Murdoc takes two hands full of hair and yanks the man up to his feet. Miles to go before you sleep, son. Wrapping his digits around Showtime’s throat, he begins to throttle the very breath from the man. No count, nothing. Showtime sputtering and coughing, kicking as emphatically as he can ... he finds for himself very little in the way of leverage and soon is feeling the cold embrace of unconsciousness at the fringes of his mind.
As Showtime begins to fade away, a savior in rainbow print comes hurtling over the top rope ... landing a beautiful Tope that loosens Murdoc’s grip on Showtime’s throat and drops both men to the concrete floor below. Splayed in several different directions, the crowd rises to their feet at the death-defying leap from the Fabulous One!
Jerry Andrews: Dan Fierce caught Murdoc AND Showtime just before Murdoc took Wryght out of the contest!
Ace Anderson: Murdoc’s playing for keeps, Jerry. Any chance he gets to narrow the playing field is going to be one he takes. But that might cost him, not being able to keep eyes on both competitors.
Jerry Andrews: Very true, Ace. Murdoc doesn’t have to be involved in the pinfall or submission to eat a loss.
As Dan Fierce stumbles to his feet, he motions for the crowd to stand up as he stomps several times on his fallen opponents ... both Murdoc AND Michael Wryght. Murdoc the first to his feet, Dan Fierce quickly grabs him by the wrist and sends him rocketing towards the steel ring steps. Crashing knee-first into the steel, the impact takes Murdoc’s legs out from underneath him and sends him in a somersault over top of them. Landing prone on his back, Murdoc clutches the joints in agony as Dan Fierce grabs towards the rising Michael Wryght and helps him to his feet before landing a huge right hand!
Measured, precise shots ... Wryght is forced back-first against the barricade. A side-step back and Fierce’s Savate background comes into play with a beautiful shuffle kick to the mush that sends Showtime right over the barricade and into the eager crowd. He’s about to go after Showtime when ... CLANG! The steel ring stairs suddenly fly into view and Dan Fierce flies OUT of view. Avoiding the impact, the stairs bounce harmlessly to the floor but Murdoc hasn’t stopped moving. As he nears Dan Fierce, Dan uses the newly introduced steel stairs and hops onto them before launching himself at the Unclean Beast!
It’s unclear on what he WAS going for, but what actually ends up happening is probably just as painful if not more so. Murdoc snatching Dan Fierce in mid-air, he pivots and drops Dan Fierce to the floor with a huge bodyslam. The sickening THUMP of spine on concrete even has the referees inside the ring cringing. As Murdoc goes to stand, in comes Showtime with a daredevil leap at Murdoc! Connecting with a massive forearm, Murdoc is staggered. Showtime pushing the attack, the monster is reeling and the President is getting into a brutal rhythm. Punch, punch, kick ... a double leg takedown drops Murdoc back and head first into the bottom of the ringside barricade. Probably ringing a bell or two in the process.
Murdoc much worse for the wear, Showtime sees his opportunity and uses all of his might to lift the dead weight of Murdoc and roll the man back into the ring. Following right on his heels, the Monster struggles to get to his feet but Showtime puts the kibosh on that with an elbow drop and a quick cover attempt.
1!
2 - -
Murdoc gets the right shoulder up at 2 for a break.
Jerry Andrews: First pinfall attempt of the match!
Ace Anderson: Showtime’s looking to end the match as quick as possible. The longer it goes on, the more things can go wrong whether it be through Dan Fierce poking his nose in again or Murdoc catching a lucky break. We all know Murdoc’s conditioning and the longer this match goes, even WITH his size fighting against him ... it favors him, if you can believe it!
As Murdoc begins to pull himself by way of the ring ropes, Showtime dashes back and rebounds off of the opposite side before landing atop Murdoc’s back ... nearly snapping his head from his shoulders via a garrote thanks to the middle rope. As Showtime begins to back away, a sudden explosion of color fills his vision ... Dan Fierce with a puff of well-placed glitter that blinds the President! Showtime clawing frantically at his eyes, Fierce is on the apron and actually steps onto Murdoc’s neck/shoulders/head and pushes himself up into the air.
THUD!
A massive guillotine leg drop and Murdoc finally retreats from the middle rope, clutching at his airway and fighting for the barest of breaths. Dan Fierce is adding a WHOLE new level of intrigue to this match and it’s paying off in spades. Both of his competitors currently disabled in very different and very effective ways, Dan Fierce has the firm upper-hand and the LUXURY of choosing to go after the biggest current threat in Michael Wryght. As he approches Wryght, Wryght lets loose with some wild haymakers that Fierce easily avoids and lands a HUGE kick to the thigh muscle of the right leg ... threatening to hyper-extend the joint.
Showtime looks to have finally cleared his vision enough to land a surprisingly effective shot on Dan Fierce, momentarily halting the blitzkrieg. A shift of color in his peripheral and Showtime glances to the far corner. Fierce goes to strike but stops and turns his own attention to that same corner. Murdoc is on his feet and leaned against the corner post. Both men realizing that Murdoc cannot be allowed the chance to catch even a MOMENT’S breath, they both take off towards the hunched over titan.
As they take off, the trap is sprung and both men have found themselves in some serious trouble.
Murdoc dashes across the ring towards the advancing hordes and actually leaves his feet, lashing out with a running Shotgun dropkick ... a foot for each man! The impact sends both men flying backwards towards the corner in which they started. And the sound they make when they hit the mat is nothing compared to the bellowing, hatred-laden howl that erupts from Murdoc.
Pounding the mat with his fists several times, the Beast stands at full attention before them with the most evil of intentions in mind. Looking back at the turnbuckle that he so sneakily and intelligently exposed while Showtime and Fierce were dueling, he looks all around the ring and begins to move to each of the three remaining turnbuckles ... undoing the cover and exposing the metal connectors between each strand of rope. Once all of them are open for the world to see, he turns his attention back towards the first man to rise to his feet.
Poor Showtime.
Grabbing Showtime with one arm around the waist and the other wrapped around his neck, Murdoc gets a head of steam and forces Showtime into the exposed metal chest-first, only releasing the man once the impact is certain. The crunch of bone drops Showtime to his knees ...head resting on the second turnbuckle as he attempts to fight through the pain.
Ace Anderson: Jesus christ! Now that’s a scary sight, Jerry. Our President may have internal hemorrhaging or a cracked sternum! Somebody get in there and check on him!
Jerry Andrews: I’m not going ANYwhere near that ring, and I don’t think anyone in their right mind will either. Murdoc’s in there.
Dan Fierce will. As he rushes Murdoc from behind, he jumps onto Murdoc’s back and it looks as though he’s going for Murdoc’s right arm, but Murdoc uses the sudden shift in momentum thanks to Fierce’s head of steam, Murdoc is able to slip out of the grasp of Dan Fierce. Dan landing on his feet in front of Murdoc, Murdoc lands a massive clothesline on Dan Fierce that plants him to the mat.
Instead of standing, Murdoc goes for Dan Fierce’s throat and begins throttling the life out of him. A referee right there next to the pair, he can’t even begin to tell Murdoc to relinquish the hold. Murdoc can feel the life fading from Dan Fierce and squeezes even harder. There will be no escape; he will take what is his!
DING DING DING!
And Dan Fierce has tapped out! With his final breaths, Dan Fierce has tapped out!
As Murdoc stands, the referee raises his hand ...
... but beside him, the second referee raises Michael Wryght’s hand!
The crowd is stunned and Murdoc is right there to get in the PCW President’s face but Showtime has already slipped out of the ring and made his way towards the ramp.
Jerry Andrews: What ... what’s going on? Murdoc submitted Dan Fierce!
Ace Anderson: Jerry, you’re right except ... you’re WRONG! Showtime pinned Dan Fierce! Had him rolled up from the back!
A replay is shown on the PCWTron for the entire world to see. Even Murdoc is watching the footage. There’s Murdoc with the choke on Dan Fierce ... the referee right there beside him. But in the last few seconds before Dan Fierce taps out, Showtime is crawling towards the back and wraps the legs, prompting a three count from the second referee!
The video is replayed several times, but there’s no clear cut victor! It looks as though Dan Fierce tapped out at nearly the same time the referee made the three count.
Winner: ???
The video stops and the PCWTron goes to black. Dan Fierce is starting to stir in the middle of the ring, the referees disputing the finish of the match.
But as quick as a bolt from the heavens ...
... the Hungry Earth opens its’ maw and begins swallowing innocent souls.
Murdoc laying out both referees with two well-placed and violent shots, he turns his attention to Dan Fierce. He’s absolutely blown a gasket. Dragging Fierce to his feet, he pulls and forces Dan against the ropes. Lifting him onto his stomach, hung out to dry on the top rope ... he steps through the ropes and onto the apron. Grabbing his head in a front chancery, he pulls until only Dan’s thighs remain on the top rope and then ...
DRAGON SCREW NECKWHIP ONTO THE APRON.
The quick fall and the sudden stop, Dan’s neck striking the sharp edge of the ring as Murdoc lands effortlessly on the floor below. Dan crumples in a heap beside his feet, clutching and screaming in pain at his neck. Murdoc’s entire body is shaking with rage. Looking around, he goes under the ring for a quick second ... coming back out with a pair of steel chairs. Left over from the set up of the arena at the beginning of the night.
Holding each one by a leg, he tosses one towards the announce table and the other on top of Dan Fierce.
Jerry Andrews: ... Ace, let’s leave.
Ace Anderson: You’re right, it’s time to - -
But it’s too late.
Murdoc has descended on the announce table area and over turned it in one fell swoop. Taking a swing at Jerry Andrews, Murdoc’s hand is caught by Ace Anderson who stares Murdoc dead in the face and ... eats a huge right hand for his troubles. Picking up Ace’s own chair, he begins mercilessly beating Ace Anderson with the chair before turning back to Jerry Andrews and dropping him with a HUGE right hand. The timekeeper is next, but is FAR less lucky than the announce team.
The steel chair thrown that way is utilized, planting the man in one deadly shot. Security begins rushing the ringside area with Michael Wryght not far behind them. And Murdoc is ready. None of them lay a hand on him as he begins cutting through the security forces left and right until none are left standing. Showtime is the only one left and he begins calling for more reinforcements.
Taking the steel chair, Murdoc reacts to a fan grabbing him on the shoulder by turning and swinging the chair in his hands. The chair clangs off of the fan’s skull and drops him to the horrified screams and wails of the crowd. Murdoc staring at their petrified gazes, he locks eyes with a man with child seated upon his shoulders and grabs him by the throat, helping him over the barricade. The child topples to the concrete and the man desperately gets in front of the child.
Murdoc raises the chair to strike the man and then ... there’s Showtime.
Diving in the way of the chair shot to protect the hapless man, Showtime goes down in a heap as police swarm the ringside area. Tasers drawn, Murdoc is fighting against the raging sea of authority as he's finally overwhelmed by security. They begin to drag him away from the ringside area while officials attempt to restore some order before the next match takes place.
The scene then cuts to the backstage area where Nathan Saniti is seen speaking with a member of the PCW medical team. He's nodding his head, apparently answering questions, but it's not entirely obvious what is being asked.
Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, our next scheduled match up is a North American Title match between Alexa Black and Nathan Saniti. Now, we saw both of these competitors out here earlier on tonight and, unfortunately for Nathan Saniti, we saw The Darkness do a number on Saniti.
Ace Anderson: That was tough to watch. Now, Saniti did get medical clearance from our doctors just a short while ago - you just saw him speaking to them - so that means that he WILL compete here tonight, but there's no way that he's one hundred percent.
Jerry Andrews: No way. You saw him clutching his back and unable to stand after that attack earlier tonight, so even though he's competing tonight, he has a big target on him.
Ace Anderson: Alexa Black will definitely seek to aggravate that injury. She's no stranger to hurting people for her own personal gain, just ask NCM!
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!"
The crowd waits but nothing seems to be happening at the top of the ramp.
"Yeah I'm free. From your inciting."
Nathan Saniti finally limps out from the back, a scowl etched onto his face as makes his way down to the ring.
"You can't brainwash me. You've got a problem."
Saniti wills himself to the ring and awaits his opponent.
Jerry Andrews: He made it out! I don’t know if he’s stupid or insane!
Ace Anderson: You think he’s going to let a little thing like getting beat within an inch of his life stop him from fighting for the title?
Jerry Andrews: But Alexa is a monster! She’ll rip his limbs off and beat him with them!
Ace Anderson: When you’re someone who laces up those boots, that just sounds like a Thursday.
The crowd looks to the entrance way as Black Widow by In This Moment roars out and they know who is coming out from backstage and they start booing loudly almost drowning out the music. Alexa Black steps through the curtain her face lit up with a wicked smile by her side on the left is her manager 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 the crowd and badmouth fans on the way using various profanity which has to be bleeped out. She sees a kid at ringside and rips up his sign with a laugh.
As she continues to walk down to the ring as the crowd grows louder and louder so even the announcers can't get a word in over the booing. She reaches the ring and Alexa climbs up on the ring apron. She enters the ring and the crowd starts throwing rubbish at her. Food and cups of beer fly in from all directions but she simply doesn't care. Saniti glares toward Alexa. Alexa narrows her eyes in anger and snarls.
Jerry Andrews: Alexa is out here to defend that North American Championship but how will Saniti be able to compete tonight?
Ace Anderson: It’s the North American Championship on the line. He’d better dig deep down and find a way.
The music fades out as Alexa stays in the ring while The Shaw brothers remain at ringside in her corner for the match. Alexa paces back and forth, impatiently waiting to beat Saniti into a fine paste.
North American Championship Match
Alexa Black (North American ©) vs Nathan Saniti
Referee: Nigel Gale
The bell rings and the match is underway. Saniti beckons Alexa to bring the fight. After a grin, she obliges, charging in and blasting him against the turnbuckle. Saniti swings but Alexa easily evades and begins to land blow after blow to his ribs and head. Saniti tries to cover up but, just as he covers an area, Alexa attacks another. Saniti is able to lean back against the turnbuckle and slide down underneath and behind Alexa. Alexa turns but Saniti throws a foot into the air and connects with the side of Alexa’s head, staggering her. Saniti uses the reprieve to roll away and pull himself up but his injuries make the process too slow as Alexa is back on top of him. She hooks his head under her arm and grabs a leg, lifting him into the air. With a twisted smile, she snaps backward, drilling Saniti’s skull into the mat. She drops to make the cover.
…1!
…2!
…Kickout!
Alexa looks down at Saniti in mild amusement and pulls him to his feet. He wobbles a bit, still stunned by the blow as Alexa throws him into the corner. Alexa approaches him as she ponders what to do to him next but Saniti leaps over Alexa and slides down her shoulder. As he does so, he grabs her head and neck and she falls backward with him. Saniti lands on his knees and uses the impact to execute a vicious neckbreaker. Alexa crumples off of him and he falls on her to make the cover.
…1!
…2!
Alexa powers out!
Alexa begins to laugh loudly as she looks at the stunned Saniti. Rolling away to put distance between them, Saniti rises to a knee to evaluate his options. He looks toward the entrance. He could flee and concede defeat but, let’s be honest, there’s no way in hell he’d come all this way just to do so now. He briefly eyes the Shaws at ringside. Even if he did try to flee, there’s little chance he’d be able to escape them all in his current condition. He narrowed his eyes as Alexa rose and smiled evilly at him. One way or another, the only option is to fight.
Jerry Andrews: That may have been all he had to hit that neckbreaker on Alexa Black.
Ace Anderson: Well, he had a good run. PCW will miss him.
Suddenly, ignoring the pain, ignoring his injuries, Saniti bolts directly toward the arrogant figure of Alexa Black and leaps headfirst toward her. The surprise on her face is cleared by Saniti’s elbow as it connects. Alexa stumbles back against the ropes as Saniti runs to a nearby turnbuckle and leaps off toward Alexa, kicking her with force to the side of her head. She limply turns on the ropes and lays neck-first on them as only they support her dead weight now. Saniti rolls to the ring apron and leaps over Alexa, grabbing her head as he does so, and lands on his backside with another high-impact variation of a neckbreaker. She crumples to the mat but he’s quick to climb up the turnbuckle and leap off, delivering a shooting star press to the motionless body of Alexa Black. He looks down for a moment as he contemplates a pin but decides instead to roll her over and sit on her back.
Jerry Andrews: He’s going to do it! Somehow, some way, Nathan Saniti is still going to manage to pull this one off!
Ace Anderson: I… I don’t believe it…
Saniti gets his fingers into her mouth and pulls back, putting her into his Cheshire Grin submission hold. Alexa’s eyes shoot open as Saniti leans back, but all that comes from her mouth is laughter. She seems to be enjoying the pain. As her lip starts to bleed due to the skin beginning to separate, she uses her raw strength to push up from the mat, get to her knees, then her feet with Saniti still hanging on. With a sudden motion, she whips Saniti off and he tumbles across the ring and thumps into the corner in a seated position. He looks up at Alexa, the hope seemingly draining from his face. Alexa approaches as he tries to pull himself up but his energy reserves are almost fully depleted.
Jerry Andrews: This could get bad. I hope we have medics on standby.
Ace Anderson: The last time you counted him out, he rallied like a mad man and almost got the drop on Black. Stop assuming the worst.
Saniti swings at Black but she easily bats away his blows. She begins to pound Saniti with blow after blow, reminiscent of the match’s beginning. However, Black’s blows are infused with power now instead of speed. Saniti’s face twists with pain as each blow lands with sickening thuds. Saniti tries to slide once more but Black grasps his throat, choking him with his own body weight. She tosses him across the ring and he tumbles into a heap. Alexa Black approaches and gets position on his back. She quickly wraps her legs around his arm and head and leans back to apply her Paralyser submission hold.
Jerry Andrews: Look!
Ace Anderson: That crafty son of a…
Nathan Saniti, while in a heap, produced a hairpin from somewhere on his person. His hand still grips the hairpin as he twists it and angles it toward Alexa’s skin. His hand slows, however, as he nears her flesh. And just as the moment was there, his hand goes limp and the hairpin falls harmlessly to the mat, rolling away from the pair. Nigel Gale slides in to check on the situation but Saniti has already lost consciousness. With no other choice, he calls for the bell, declaring an end to the match.
"Ladies and gentlemen, here is your ` - and STILL North American Champion: Alexa Black!"
Jerry Andrews: Nathan Saniti gave it his all, but he couldn't overcome Alexa Black here tonight!
Ace Andrews: He looks hurt though Jerry.
Jerry Andrews: I'd venture to say that he is hurt. He's been through hell here tonight courtesy of Alexa Black and The Darkness.
Winner: Alexa Black via Submission
Suddenly the lights in the arena go pitch black.
Ace Anderson: I have no idea what this is about.
Jerry Andrews: It probably doesn't bode well for anyone.
An explosion seems to rock the ring. Illuminated briefly, the ring seems surrounded by a cage of some kind. A few figures can be glimpsed in the light of the blast, but the epicenter of the explosion seems to be Nathan Saniti! The smell of smoke fills the arena. The lights come back up. The ring is surrounded by a cell!
Jerry Andrews: What on earth!?
The referee is now hooded and chained to the outside. Nathan Saniti lies in the center of the ring. Beneath him and Anarchy Symbol has been burned into the ring and Saniti rolls in it's center, his clothes smoking.
Standing around the symbol are Brother Maylock, the Jackdaw, Lunacy and Alexa Black! Nathan tries to push himself up and Lunacy stomps one hand forcing Nathan back down to the burned canvas. Brother Maylock steps over him and locks him into a Full Nelson Camel! Nathan tries to resist but The Jackdaw tosses a red dust in his face causing him to cough, sneeze and retch violently.
Jerry Andrews: DAMMIT! This is horrifying! Get someone out here to stop this!
Ace Anderson: Remember, Majors and Starr got themselves kicked out of the arena earlier tonight!
Jerry Andrews: This is nonsense!
Ace Anderson: I don't like it either, but it is what it is! By the way Jackdaw calls that powder 'crowfire' it's a mixture of salts, aromatics and delousing powder. It blinds you, the stench causes you to get nauseous and it stings...or so I have read.
Back in the ring Nathan is barely moving in the Full Nelson Camel. Lunacy points to Alexa and then motions to Nathan as if to say 'Be My Guest'. Alexa steps up and slaps Nathan who suddenly glares upward at Alexa.
Jerry Andrews: There is still some life in Nathan yet!
Ace Anderson: Not for long!
Lunacy and The Jackdaw take turns kicking Nathan in the side of his head until it lolls. They both step back and Alexa smacks him once more. She smacks him again and there is no response. She smiles. She takes his hat and tosses it outside of the ring.
Ace Anderson : What the hell is she going to do?
Jerry Andrews: God only knows
She scrapes Nathan off the burned canvas and puts him over her shoulder before setting out a steel chair that had been thrown into the ring by Alexander Shaw into a seated position.
Ace Anderson: OH HELL NO!
Jerry Andrews: Come on! Alexa Black is determined to cripple Nathan Saniti here tonight!
Putting him into position she drives him head and neck first into the chair with the Black Widow bending his neck on a 45 degree angle and leaving him limp like a wet noodle. It's all made worse by the fact that Brother Maylock adds some extra force by spiking Saniti into the mat along with Alexa's move.
Jerry Andrews: OH MY GOD! She KILLED HIM! ALEXA BLACK JUST BROKE NATHAN SANITI'S NECK!
Nathan drops to the burned canvas and spasming crazily.
Lunacy high fives The Jackdaw, Brother Maylock and Alexa as officials come pouring out of the back trying to get into the sealed cage.
The lights go out once more and when they come up, the cage is missing as is Anarchy. The referee is still hooded and bound on the floor and one official attempts to release him.
The others pour into the ring to check on the unmoving form of Nathan Saniti. Alexa Black looks down at the scene smiling.
Jerry Andrews: Those guys need to be banned. PCW is not the place for...for that!
Ace Anderson: They just sent a clear message to the locker room here in PCW! The threat level just got raised!
It takes several minutes for PCW officials to reset things back to normal before the next match can begin.
Suddenly, 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 patten sound for a few seconds, followed by an eerie silence.
“THEY’RE HERE...”
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
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.
Jerry Andrews: Seromine is one of the creepiest figures we have in PCW. Andy D will have to be a human spider in order to keep an eye on everyone in his group!
Ace Anderson: Alexa Black may take offense to someone infringing on that arachnid. We already have one nutcase out here, don’t go inviting another!
The arena lights go down as the start of Damn Nation by Lower Than Atlantis starts up. As the first verse kicks in, a couple of spotlights start to scan over random sections of the crowd as the letters AD are emblazed on the big screen, with various video highlights of Andy's career visible only within the letters themselves.
You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make it drink.
You can lead your lambs to slaughter if its what the shepherd thinks
As the chorus starts up on the song, an explosion of Pyro's go off and the arena lights all come back up to reveal Andy standing in the center of the ring. He stands there for a moment, soaking up the reactions of the crowd before he removes his bucket hat and places it on the steel pole part of the turnbuckle, ready for the match.
International Championship Match
Andy D. (International ©) vs Seromine
Referee: Ed Lane
Jerry Andrews: Now that both champion and challenger are both here, we are set to go for what should be an amazing Internat...wait a second…
Ace Anderson: What in the world is Seromine doing?
Sure enough Seromine has yet to get inside of the ring. A fact not lost on Andy or the official zebra for the showdown. The challenger circles around the ring, never diverting his cold stare from his speedy foe. Seromine comes full circle as he takes himself over the timekeeper’s area. Only then does he turn his head away, but with a half smirk before doing said. He reaches down and pulls up the bell. While at it, he also takes a microphone. Inside of the ring, Andy D is practically yelling for him to get inside, so the match can begin. Seromine makes a sweeping motion with both hands, a gesture which brings his seven followers up onto the apron. Andy pauses and puts his head on a swivel as he glares at the animal masked strangers, well aware that they are an order away from tearing him apart. The referee is beside himself as Seromine brings himself up onto the apron as well. Again, he meets the champion with a gaze that even Medusa herself wouldn’t want to look at. Raising the mic up, Seromine prepares to speak while studying the bell.
“This match can’t start until the bell rings!”
His eyes return to Andy. A pause for effect as the champion now looks even more concerned about his possible fate. Ready to fight, but concerned. Seromine ignores every word the referee tells him, treating the intrusion as if wasn’t there.
“You have nothing to fear...but what I’m going to do to you after this is rung...”
Concern can be felt from the faithful as Seromine orders everyone off of the apron. In unison, they drop down and return to their candle stands. Seromine shoots an incredibly creepy smile as he steps down to go return the bell. But in doing so, he also gives the keeper of the bell an instruction.
Jerry Andrews: Mind games from Seromine to start the match. It may not work on Andy D, but then again, he has a way with words. And promises.
Ace Anderson: …what? Sorry. I was eating a Milky Way.
Jerry Andrews: Product placement has no place in professional wrestling, Ace.
Ace Anderson: What would you know about being a professional?
No time for further banter. The bell is rung and this match has now officially begun. Wait. The bell is rung not once, twice or even three times. What Seromine asked was to have the bell rung TEN times, something that only gets done as a memorial tribute to someone passing. The whole time this goes on, Seromine stares a hole through Andy while slowly making a slashing motion across his throat by the eighth ring. Once he hears ten however, Seromine bolts inside of the ring and charges like a bull at Andy. The International Champion displays quick reflexes as he spins out of the way. Seromine stops just shy of hitting the buckles, but meets them back first courtesy of a dropkick after he turns around. He lunges again, only to receive a second dropkick to the roaring approval of the fans. Andy wastes no time in unloading rights and lefts to the head of Seromine, each one finding their mark on the self proclaimed “Anti-Humanity Prophet of Evil,” keeping him off balance. Andy grabs Seromine and whips him to the opposite corner. Following him in, he drills his face with a corner dropkick that snaps his head back. Seromine falls to a knee, but Andy yanks him up and flips him quickly down with a snap suplex! Before Andy can continue the early aggression, Seromine rolls out of the ring and away from harm.
Jerry Andrews: Andy D wasted no time in bringing the fight to Seromine, throwing a trifecta of dropkicks with speed. His hallmark is speed and the champ has it in spades!
Ace Anderson: He sure does and it’s a good way to keep the methodical madman off balance. I can’t believe I just agreed with you about something.
Dropkick city continues to grow in population, because a baseball slide has just rocked Seromine like a hurricane, the force of which drops him against the barricade. Andy brings himself outside, ignoring the surrounding enemies around him as he goes and yanks Seromine up by his hair. He peppers his chest with a series of Ric “WOOO” Flair chops, that surely make every man, woman and child cringe in how nasty they sound. Seromine yells to the heavens of Zeus and underworld of Hades after each one cuts him like a knife. Andy deposits Seromine into the ring as he follows him in. The challenger throws a couple haymakers before pulling Seromine to his feet. Seromine cuts in with a swift knee to the gut, doubling the champ over. He then shoots off the ropes, but is taken head over heels with a hurricanrana on his return! Seromine attempts to roll out again, but Andy refuses to allow it. Instead he pulls Seromine up by the hair before slamming his head into the top turnbuckle. Seromine is whipped across but is able to reverse things. Andy however turns the tables as he leaps and flies off with a twisting springboard dropkick (that’s five!). Seromine flips backwards. Andy rolls him over and goes for a quick cover.
1!
Seromine has far too much gas left in the tank as he powers out before the referee can reach two. Andy surveys the followers outside as they have begun to stir. Turning his focus back onto Seromine, he is nearly caught by a rake of the eyes. Andy channels his inner stooge, because he gets his hand up to block the attempt. He throws the hand out of the way and drives his forearm into the head of Seromine. Once again he pulls him to his feet and whips him off the ropes. Seromine holds serve and ducks out before he can be met with any further damage. Seromine favors the side of his head, as he motions for his group to shield him. Good thing, as Andy was about to take flight. He sees the sight before doing said and wisely hits the brakes.
Jerry Andrews: Andy has been dominant so far and was poised to continue the upper hand. Seromine decided he needed a breather and has hidden himself behind his group.
Ace Anderson: He isn’t hiding. He’s protecting himself. A smart move by the veteran, sometimes you just need a chance to smack the birdies to stop them from circling around your head.
Andy looks out to the fans who are solidly behind him with chants and cheers. Knowing what’s on the line and who he’s facing, Andy runs the ring and comes running back towards the danger. He leaps off the middle of the top rope with a springboard and dives onto the entire group, knocking them over like a bowling ball would pins. Only...he didn’t get a strike. Andy notices that fact after he gets up and looks for the former Anarchist. Fans at ringside try to alert him to the danger, because Seromine managed to duck into the crowd while being shielded. He has since hopped the railing and the second Andy turns, DRILLS him with a teeth rattling savate kick. Cheers to loud jeers as Seromine pounces on the smaller opponent. He unleashes a tidal wave of right hands, each one looking stiffer than the one before it. Seromine gets up and saunters in...then out of the ring, breaking the count. He turns towards Andy who has begun to pick himself up. Seromine charges his right knee across the face of Andy, a vicious shot with plenty of impact. Seromine isn’t one to let up as he drags the International champion over to the stairs, slamming his face off the unforgiving steel. But he gives Andy no time to breathe. Seromine hooks Andy up for a suplex and gets him in the air. But it isn’t the floor that he drops him on. Its the STEPS themselves with a disgusting looking brain buster smack dab on the bottom step.
OHHHH!
The crowd cringes in unison at the sight, Andy himself slumps onto his side, slowly reaching behind his head. Seromine stands and looks down at him, showing no emotion whatsoever. “I AM THE DEVIL, ANDY! AND I’M HERE TO DO THE DEVIL’S WORK!” yells Seromine, whom favors his own head from the previous offense against him. Seromine reaches down and lays Andy across the steps. He uses him as a human bridge as he walks up his body. Seromine stops and forces his his weight down on the head AND neck of Andy D, further shoving him into the steps and weakeing a target point for his finisher. Seromine glares at the referee, watching him make the count to five!
Jerry Andrews: Pure sadistic intentions from Seromine. That brain buster was a sickening spot and one can only wonder if Andy will be ok from it.
Seromine gets off Andy and re-enters the ring. He soaks in the boos of the crowd, laughing manically at the reception. Motioning one of his followers over, they peel Andy D off the steps and throw him back into the ring. Seromine pulls Andy D to the center of the ring, “these are for them!” he yells to his followers. Seromine begins to unload with what he calls the 6-6-6 stomp! That’s six stomps to the head. Six stomps to the neck. Then six stomps to the shoulders. Seromine rolls Andy onto his back and goes for a quick pin of his own.
1!
2!
The champion kicks out at two and then cradles his head following the work that has been done to it. Seromine laughs for a moment, before getting to his feet while bringing Andy with him. Seromine shoots a series of stiff martial arts kicks to his sides before showing a touch of speed himself with a spinning roundhouse kick to the chest, dropping Andy. Not one to waste time, Seromine stays on top of things and rattles Andy’s jaw a second time with a split legged jawbreaker. Andy clutches said, while Seromine sits on his knees and throws his crucifix pose, of which his squad (non-suicide variety) also do outside of the ring. Boos reign down, but it’s something he has always basked in. Seromine slooowly turns his attention to where Jerry and Andrew sit, a death stare piercing their view.
Jerry Andrews: I don’t like how he’s looking over here, Ace. He’s a sick individual and may give an order to...(he gulps) attack us!
Ace Anderson: I always liked the man! So if he does...I guess that means more pay for me and my own desk to commentate from. BY MYSELF!
Jerry Andrews: I love you too, Ace. Thank for you being supportive. Seromine doesn’t give a rats ass about anyone but the followers who have bought into his twisted view of the world.
Seromine has since collected Andy D, who tries to defend himself by throwing a few punches to the gut. They stun him temporarily, but Seromine stops it by drilling the point of his elbow into his neck, quickly following it with a standing knee lift to drop the champ back down. This time Seromine is walking right in the direction of the commentary team, stopping only to call for his wife to approach. The rattlesnake masked Destiny climbs onto the apron. Seromine smiles and asks her for a kiss. A kiss? In the middle of a match?? Why not. She’s only happy to oblige, pulling her mask up so that the married evil can share a moment together. But that’s not all that’s happening. Seromine while doing this has shoved his foot down on Andy’s throat, only stopping both actions at the referees count of four and a half! Bellevue is ordered off the apron. She frowns and pulls the mask back over her face. Seromine meanwhile drags Andy away from the ropes and again, goes for the pin.
1!
2!
A kickout! Seromine looks unamused by this, shaking his head at the resilient champion. The faithful chant ANDY! ANDY! ANDY! In an attempt to get him back in this. Seromine gets up and looks around at everyone in the arena, growing angrier by the moment. He stops in the center of the ring and again, slooowly looks over at the best voices in the business. Only this time...he gives a signal to his followers. One by one they file over to where Jerry and Ace sit, standing to the side but making things oh-so-uncomfortable for them. Seromine digs his nails into the scalp of Andy and proceeds to forcefully pick up up onto his feet. From there he screams, “NO SALVATION” in his face, eyes crazed as he hurdles him over the top rope without anything but the floor to break his fall. Andy lands with a sickening splat. Seromine charges out of the ring and remains aggressive. He takes one look at the nervous talking duo and warns, “If either of you move...I’ll break every fucking bone in your body!”
Seromine orders two of his group to keep them held in their seat. He then goes to retrieve Andy. He locks his arms around his legs as if he were going for a Boston crab, but instead swings him head first into the ring steps with authority. Seromine yanks him up by the head and with a quick turn, throws Andy right over the announce desk and into both Jerry Andrews and Ace Anderson! The sounds of their headsets being lost as well as the sight of them getting knocked out of their chairs isn’t lost on anyone. Seromine pauses long enough to laugh to himself, “You should have moved!” before he comes over and stomps a mud hole in the International champion. Seromine yanks him up, locks his arms around his back and proceeds to throw Andy D over the desk with a release belly to belly suplex! Andy hits the mat hard again. Seromine rolls over the desk and then breaks the referee’s count. But he stands on the ring apron and orders someone to put Andy D up there with him. The bearer of the Wolf mask is happy to oblige this. Seromine keeps Andy held by the head, cranking his own to the side as he studies the glazed look in his eyes. From ear to ear Seromine smiles. No sooner does it appear, does it also fade. Andy is doubled over and pulled into the set up for a powerbomb. Seromine hoists Andy up in the air...but for a piledriver! Just when it looks like he’s going to connect with it, Andy frantically kicks his legs and gets back down on his feet. Showing a glimmer of hope he back body drops Seromine over the rope and into the ring, stumbling inside himself without really realizing it. The fresher challenger is quick to shake off the jolt his back received as he goes to collect Andy D. As soon as he gets him up, Andy gets a second wind and unloads with every ounce of fight he has left. The fans cheer him and cheer loud as they watch the champ work Seromine all over the ring. Fists, kicks, chops and the kitchen sink all assault Seromine until he is against the far ropes. Andy whips him across, but finds himself reversed. On the return Seromine goes for jump roundhouse kick, but Andy catches it and follows through with a dragon leg whip! Seromine corkscrews over and yells from the pull of his knee. A hurting Andy D turns his back to the fallen Seromine and goes with a moonsault, of which he remains on top to make a pin.
1!
2!
NO! Seromine gets his shoulder up. Andy picks Seromine up, buries a knee into his midsection and manages to take a page from his playbook with a DDT! Wasting no time, Andy continues his adrenaline rush by stepping onto the apron and climbing to the top turnbuckle. Fueled by the chanting of his name, he awaits Seromine to get onto his feet. He does and while dazed, turns right into what Andy refers to as Schmerzilch! Again he goes for the cover!
1!
2!
...1/2
Seromine just barely gets his shoulder off of the mat. The fans and the champ both thought a three would be coming down, so the roaring applause is put on ice for the time being. Meanwhile, the announce team have been able to get themselves resettled at the desk although visibly shaken by what took place against them by Seromine. Andy goes to pull his opponent to his feet, but Seromine finds a second wind of his own by thumbing Andy in the eyes. The momentarily blinding has Andy on the receiving end of a series of nasty looking head-butts. He whips Andy to the ropes and as he returns, Seromine launches himself head first into Andy’s face, a move Seromine calls Repetition! Andy collapses and Seromine goes for a pin.
1!
2!
...1/2!
Andy, like Seromine before, gets his shoulders just barely off of the mat before a new champion could be crowned. Seromine rolls onto his back, looking at the lights and getting a breather.
Jerry Andrews: ...I don’t know what has transpired after Seromine’s stunt, but I would like to take a moment to say that he can go to hell.
Ace Anderson: Be careful of what you say. He’s likely to hear it and do something far worse to you.
Jerry Andrews: Me?! You were hit too!
Ace Anderson: I’m not stupid enough to poke the tiger, Jerry. Like they sing in Frozen, let it go.
Back in the ring, Andy has been dropped with a European uppercut. Seromine staggers to the corner and attempts to shake off the cobwebs. Massaging his neck from the previous blockbuster delivered, Seromine notices where Andy is in the ring. Then notices he’s in the corner. Then he looks at his followers and smiles. Seromine steps out onto the apron and scales the buckles himself. Seromine stands tall, throws his arms out in a crucifix pose and takes flight with a five-star frog splash otherwise known as Bipolarity Crash!
NO ONE HOME!
Seromine crashes like the stock market where Andy D was once laying, crumpling in a heap as he favors his insides and gasps for air. This brings the faithful to their feet as Andy uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet. Battered, bruised and worn he sets his sights on Seromine. You can feel the electricity in the air as everyone in the arena knows what Andy is setting up for. Outside of the ring there is panic seen in the body language of the followers, but without an order given, they won’t be doing a damn thing. Seromine begins to rise...big mistake! Andy hits the Dragon’s Bite! His finisher of choice. Seromine falls flat on his back. Andy falls on top of him and gets a pin…
1!
2!
...3!
NO!!
Somehow. Someway. Seromine at the LAST possible second, kicks out. Andy D looks beyond shocked at this. His eyes wide, mouth open as he thought for sure he was about to successfully defend his International Title. Andy gets himself back onto his feet and drags Seromine with him towards the corner. He sits himself up on the top turnbuckle as the limp challenger is unable to stop Andy from hooking his head under his arm. Andy comes rotating out of the corner, looking for a tornado DDT…
But Seromine manages to plant him down feet first, spin out of it and pull the champion right into a STIFF short arm clothesline! Andy crumbles to the mat as Seromine stirs to the disgust of fans. He slowly pulls himself onto his feet, bringing the champ up with him. This is followed by a second short arm clothesline, but just as stiff as the first one was, only it nearly decapitates the champion. Seromine drops to a knee, still feeling the effects of the shining wizard Andy refers to as Dragon’s bite. But once he realizes what’s transpiring, he yanks Andy up and runs him into the corner. The man with the single letter last name is propped onto the top turnbuckle he was just at, and Seromine goes up with him.
“You want a DDT? I’ll fucking GIVE you one!”
And...he does. The final step of Ashes to Ashes OFF the top rope! The impact spikes Andy D into the canvas, the fight seemingly knocked the hell out of him. Seromine has to work to roll him onto his back, but he does and goes for the pin.
1!
2!
…
3!
The referee calls for the bell and the International Title as “Son of the Devil” is met with LOUD boos from the fans. Destiny has thrown her mask off as she climbs into the ring to embrace her victorious husband. Her excitement is on full display as she rips the title out of the referee’s hands to present it to Seromine herself. The other members in the group have since come into the ring as they form a line behind the two. The referee is allowed to raise the new champion’s arm in the air, before being intimidated away from him. Seromine clutches his title and hugs his wife tight. Letting her go, he picks himself up and raises the International Title in the air.
“It’s MINE! MINE! MINE!”
Andy has already rolled out of the ring as the referee checks on him. Seromine drapes the title over his shoulder and begins to victoriously head towards the back. Exhausted, but with gold now going back home with him.
Winner: Seromine via Pinfall
Jerry Andrews: What a night this has been, folks! And what better way to cap off this pay-per-view than our main event?
Ace Anderson: You ain't kidding! In one corner, we have the high flying daredevil and former World Champion, Justin "The Adrenaline King" Kaard.
Jerry Andrews: In the other corner, we have the five time World Champ, and perennial PCW legend, Phinehas Grimm.
Ace Anderson: These two are no strangers to each other. In fact, this will be the third or fourth time they've faced off at a pay-per-view in the last year.
Jerry Andrews: With that, let's go to our announcer in the ring.
"The following contest is our main event, and is for the PCW World Championship."
The crowd cheers loudly.
"Introducing the challenger..."
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.
"...Hailing from Seattle, Washington, weighing in at 175 pounds... He is the Adrenaline King, Justin Kaard!"
The crowd is on their feet!
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 ring.
He steps up, balancing himself on the second and third rope while pointing across the audience. Bouncing with the ropes, he jumps back into the ring and waits for his opponent.
"Now introducing the reigning PCW World Champion, hailing from Hangtown, Kentucky..."
The PCW Arena goes nearly dead silent as the lights dim.
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.
"Weighing in at 217 pounds... The Lord of Misrule, Phinehas Grimm!"
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.
World Championship Match
Grimm (World ©) vs Justin “The Adrenaline King” Kaard
Referee: Eric Russo
Both men glare at each other from across the ring. Russo motions both men to the center of the ring. He starts to give last minute instructions, but neither man is interested in the pre-match motions. They begin unloading on each other with their fists. The ref calls for the bell. Grimm manages to back Kaard to the ropes with a flurry of haymaker rights. The Hangtown Horror whips Kaard across the ring, whiffing a clothesline past the target as the Adrenaline King ducks adeptly underneath it and bounds off of the opposite side. Kaard leaps into the air, landing a flying forearm across the ginger capped forehead of the World Champ, dropping him to the mat.
Jerry Andrews: Both men already going hot and heavy at each other.
Ace Anderson: Could you just please keep your closet fantasies to yourself? This is a family show.
Jerry Andrews: Did someone forget their happy pills tonight?
Kaard collects Grimm from the mat, slinging him hard into the corner. Justin follows in close behind, but gets greeted by a size fourteen boot to the face. Grimm snags Kaard by the back of the head, not-so-politely introducing his foe to the top turnbuckle repeatedly. Grimm caps off the onslaught with one of his patented, nasty, brutal headbutts. A snap suplex later, and the high flyer is grounded to the mat. Grimm carefully measures his opponent, falling like a redwood with another headbutt to the Adrenaline King's crown.
Jerry Andrews: Grimm looks to be in charge here early.
Grimm grabs Kaard by the legs, setting up for a Foddershock. As he lifts his foe into the air, Kaard twists mid-air, escaping the Lord of Misrule's clutches and landing on his feet briefly before smacking the World Champ on the back of the head with an enziguri. Grimm staggers to a corner, grasping his head. Justin quickly scrambles to the opposite side, charging in with a double knee lift to Grimm's back in the corner. Dazed, Phinehas stumbles out of the offending turnbuckles, assisted to the mat by a leg sweep from the Adrenaline King.
Kaard climbs the turnbuckles, back flipping off the top corner, landing with a splash across the Hangtown Horror's chest. He goes for a cover, but only manages a one count before Grimm launches the much smaller challenger halfway across the ring. Grimm stands on unstable legs as Kaard launches towards him for another forearm smash, but the wily Kentuckian sidesteps the maneuver, clasping his arms around the waist of his foe. Grim drops suddenly backwards with a belly-to-back release suplex. Kaard lands rather unceremoniously on the back of his neck and shoulders in a sickening heap.
Ace Anderson: Ouch. I don't care who you are. That looked like it left a mark.
Jerry Andrews: Kaard is down, but not out. He's slowly getting back up.
Now it's Grimm's turn to position himself as his adversary rises. He charges in, damned near turning the smaller man inside out with a clothesline. He gathers Kaard from the mat, slinging him into a corner and landing a back elbow that wilts the gumption from his opponent. A snapmare puts Kaard in a seated position in the center of the ring. Grimm locks in a sleeper to slow the pace to his liking. The zebra checks to make sure it's a legal hold before asking the fading Kaard if he wants to give up.
With no response, the ref picks up the arm, letting it drop limply back to its owner's side. The crowd begins to rally behind Kaard, getting louder by the second. Russo checks the arm again with the same result. The ref puts the arm in the air for a third time, but as it drops, its momentum ceases about halfway. Vibrating with effort to the audience's approval, Kaard struggles to get his feet underneath him, despite Grimm's effort to the contain his upsurge. Kaard plants several elbows to the Hangtown Horror's midsection, finally escaping Grimm's restraining grasp. He uses his newfound freedom to bound into the air with a Pele kick to Phinehas' cranium.
Kaard steps a single foot on Grimm's chest as he charges the ropes, bouncing off of the second rope and backflipping over onto the World Champ. Kaard assists Grimm to a seated position, charging and connecting with a projectile hurricanrana. Kaard ascends the turnbuckles, leaping off for a frog splash, but Grimm gets his knees up for Kaard to land on. Kaard rolls around on the mat, clasping his ribs in agony.
Jerry Andrews: Both men are down!
Ace Anderson: Russo is starting to count them out!
1!
2!
Grimm begins to shake off the cobwebs a bit.
3!
Kaard seems to be coming to terms with his pain levels.
4!
5!
Grimm is up on a knee, as is Kaard.
6!
Both men crawl towards the center, smashing fists into each other without much real oomph behind them, but they are both still slowly getting back to a vertical base.
7!
8!
Both men are standing now, still trading blows. Finally, Grimm blocks a right from the Adrenaline King, giving the gift of forehead to Justin's brow, wobbling Kaard backwards. A kick to the groin sets Kaard up for a fisherman's suplex and a pin attempt, but Grimm only gets a frustrating two count. Slapping the mat in consternation, Grimm yanks Kaard to his feet, thrusting him towards the rope chest first. On the rebound, the Hangtown Horror clutches his prey in an inverted DDT position, instead, lifting him up and back down across one knee in a backbreaker.
Kaard yowls in agony as Phinehas stretches his foe over his knee. Russo checks for a submission, but the plucky aerialist just won't give up. Justin utilizes his flexibility to deliver a few knees of his own to the side of Grimm's noggin, causing him to relent the hold. Kaard scrambles to the corner, but Grimm is right behind him with running back elbow. Grimm goes for another elbow, but Kaard ducks under both it and the ropes.
The zebra comes in, calling for a clean break. He forces some space after a four count, giving Kaard just enough wiggle room to exit the ring to the apron. Before Grimm can react, Kaard bounds off of the top rope with a 720 DDT that plants the Hangtown Horror like a flagpole.
Jerry Andrews: There's a cover!
.1!
...2!
.....Thr-NOPE!
Justin Kaard stands up and he heads to the top ropes!
Jerry Andrews: He's going upstairs!
Kaard flies off of the ropes with a corkscrew shooting star press!
Jerry Andrews: Seattle Space Walk!!
Ace Anderson: But Grimm moved out of the way at the last second!
Jerry Andrews: Justin Kaard hit the mat with a thud!
Grimm pulls him up now. He sets him up, but Kaard breaks free. He swings at Grimm with a right hand, but Grimm catches him and...
Jerry Andrews: THE HARVEST!
Ace Anderson: The cover!
1.....
2.....
3!!!!
The bell rings.
Jerry Andrews: Grimm is victorious here tonight!
Grimm stands and he's handed the PCW World Championship. He looks at his rival who is slowly getting to his feet, and then raises the title above his head.
Winner: Grimm via Pinfall
Ace Anderson: What a night we've had here tonight!
Jerry Andrews: Thank you for joining us! Good night everyone!
PCW Return to Glory VII
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Pure Class Wrestling Enterprises
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