Post by Rick Majors on Nov 5, 2016 0:03:43 GMT -5
 Thursday November 3rd, 2016 The PCW Arena is filled with an eerie green and orange glow as "This is Halloween" plays. The camera pans across the excited members of the PCW Faithful, many of whom are dressed in costume. The ringside area itself is decorated with pumpkins, ghosts, scarecrows and much more. At the announce desk sit a werewolf and a mummy, or, more accurately, Jerry Andrews and Ace Anderson. Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, Halloween may have happened a few days ago, but it lives on in our hearts and in PCW. I'm Jerry Andrews and this is PCW Trauma: ALL HALLOWS EVE! Ace Anderson: And what a show we have for you tonight! Get this, our opening match is scheduled to be a four-person ladder match for the PCW Underground Crown! Jerry Andrews: And we also have the North American Champion and the International Champion in singles action here tonight, in non-title contests. Ace Anderson: And it all concludes with our main event: Rick Majors versus Dan Fierce, with number one contendership for the PCW Title on the line! The shot then heads over to our ring announcer, Sasha Greene, who is dressed as a vampire. “Ladies and gentlemen, our opening contest is a LADDER MATCH for the Underground Championship!” The crowd goes crazy as we cut to the ring where four ladders are being set up around ringside with one much LARGER ladder has been set up at the top of the entrance ramp. With very little lighting and effects that simulate lightning, High Tide walks down the ramp crouched over ... dressed in all black with a hood over his entire face, save for the eyes. He does this until he gets to the ring where he pulls something from his belt ... tossing it at the ground! The smoke bomb goes off and as it billows forth, he rolls quickly into the ring. When the lights come up, High Tide is in the ring clad in full ninja-style gear! Ace Anderson: Okay, I get it. Halloween and High Tide wants to be a ninja. Jerry Andrews: You know, I always wondered who was better. Pirates or ninjas? Looks like Tide has heard that argument too, and is playing it up for the fans. As Tide stands in the corner, fully posed and hand resting comfortably on his side where a scabbard hands loosely. Is that a wakizashi?! No time for questions as the lights flicker and fade out as the pulsating beats of Dope Star Inc's "10000 Watts of Artificial Pleasure" pops on the PA system. Smoke fills the arena as a figure stands in the middle of it. All the sudden, Crazy Boy comes out of the smoke and pumps a fist in the air. He walks down the entryway and climbs the ropes of the ring. He bounces around the ropes a few times, pumps his fist in the air one last time and looks over at High Tide and then to all the ladders set up around the ring with a BIG smile. That smile suddenly fades as the sounds of ‘The Lotion’ by The Groundskeepers begins to play over the P.A. system. And, for once, Lunacy and his entourage are entering from the actual entrance! Maylock kicking a pumpkin set up specially for the Halloween edition of Trauma, Jackdaw actually picks up a second one and carries it as they make their way to the ring. Maylock attempts to knock it out of his hands a few times, with no luck. As Lunacy slides into the ring, the three challengers eyeball each other warily as 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 war to come. A NIGHTMARE IN PCW ARENA Underground Championship Ladder Match Andy D (PCW Underground 👑) vs Lunacy vs Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith vs High Tide Referee: Pumpkinhead Referee As all the competitors cast glances around the ring, sizing up each other, the bell rings ... DING DING! ... and we are underway! High Tide immediately going after Andy D with Crazy Boy following suit ... Lunacy is the only man not throwing caution to the wind, which is unsettling to the utmost. Motioning to Maylock, a ladder is retrieved and hoisted into the ring. Right at the start of the match, we’re going to get right into the danger zone. Lunacy hefting the ladder, he takes a full-on running start towards the cluster of combatants with the ladder as a very, very long clothesline. The ladder takes out both Crazy Boy and Andy D, but High Tide is very ninja-like and drops down and rolls under the ropes to avoid the impact. Metal on flesh and metal always wins. Smith and Andy on the mat in great agony, Tide nimbly hops onto the ring apron and pulls the wakizashi from its’ scabbard. Hopping onto the top rope, he springboards into action and takes a HUGE slice down with the wakizashi ... only to have the sword break about an inch from the hilt. Well. So much for that idea. Lunacy laughs and slaps him with the ladder for his troubles. High Tide falls back through the ropes onto the ring apron and as Lunacy is going in for the killing blow, Crazy Boy is up with a huge dropkick to the small of the back ... sending Lunacy to his knees and forcing him to relinquish his hold on the ladder. Crazy Boy is quick to go for the ladder, but Andy D is right there to greet him with several stiff haymakers. Crazy Boy reeling from the shots, Andy literally shoulders into Smith ... shoving him body first into Lunacy who’s trying to regain his bearings. Both competitors staggered, Andy slides the ladder over just a bit and dashes towards the opposite set of ropes ... landing a basement dropkick that takes out the legs of both Lunacy AND Crazy Boy. The crowd is on their feet but for another reason entirely: High Tide comes hurtling off of the top turnbuckle and nails Andy with a cross-body block! The champion is down and High Tide is setting the ladder up in the middle of the ring. First attempt on the belt of the match, and High Tide is ... well, he WAS alone. Lunacy is on his feet and seems to have recuperated enough to pull Tide down from the ladder. An exchange of punches, and Lunacy has beaten Tide down enough to make his own attempt on the belt. As he ascends the ladder, Crazy Boy has scrambled to his feet and begins to scale the other set of rungs. Lunacy screaming down for Maylock and Jackdaw, the two enter the ring and begin to claw, scratch and punch at Crazy Boy ... doing everything they can to distract him. The plan works as Crazy Boy dives off the ladder onto Jackdaw and Maylock, taking both of them out in the process. As Crazy Boy turns his attention to Lunacy, all he is met with is a HUGE diving clothesline off the top of the ladder! Lunacy landing on the soft cushioning of Crazy Boy’s (and his Anarchy cohorts) body, he stands and helps his compatriots to their feet and back to their ‘senses’. Grabbing Crazy Boy rather roughly, the three begin to wail on him ... forcing him back to the ropes and then out of the ring. Lunacy following and taking part in dismantling the Crazy One. As the four begin to leave the ringside area, it shows Lunacy’s true apathy for the stakes of the match as he would much rather focus on inflicting punishment on someone who has inconvenienced him. Poor, poor Crazy Boy. Fighting valiantly against such tremendous odds. The ring area is quiet for a moment when all of a sudden ... HIGH TIDE! Scaling the ladder yet again, he’s going for the win and the championship ... but Andy will not be put down so easily and grabs an ankle from the mat. Yanking and tugging, he’s doing everything he possibly can to stall out High Tide’s upward momentum. Finally getting enough leverage, Andy yanks one last time and manages to unseat the challenger. High Tide slips from his step and begins to slide downwards, violently smacking his chin on every single rung until his feet have reached the mat. The ninja-pirate dazed and seemingly out on his feet, Andy moves to the other side begins to climb the ladder towards HIS belt. Halfway up, High Tide has begun to climb again simply on pure instinct. It’s a race between the two, but Andy D has the high ground. He’s at the top of the ladder and mere inches from the prize. His fingertips dragging along the belt, he manages to unhook the strap’s buckles and grabs hold of one side ... while High Tide grabs hold of the other side! The two are fighting over the loosened belt and by god, they’re giving it all they have! Struggling and tugging, yanking ... violent jerks as they fight against each other at the top of the mountain! The belt is caught in the middle and the ... the ladder falls over from underneath them! Both of them hanging on for dear life, each of them knows that to fail now ... to slip ... is to concede the match. As they struggle for the belt, it’s an old-fashioned game of chicken as the two both begin to kick at each other’s abdomens. The impact of each shot is palpable and these two warriors ... their grip can only hold for so long. And then, the inevitable ... ... his grip slips a fraction of an inch and that’s all that’s needed to decide the contest. One more violently kick and he plummets to the mat with a heavy thud. DING DING DING! ... followed closely by the winner ... ANDY D! Winner: Andy D Belt in hand as he hits the mat directly across from High Tide who’s writhing in agony on the mat, not only the agony of the fall but the agony of having been so close to victory, the crowd roars its’ approval at the close contest and is on their feet to show their respect for these two gladiators. As Andy D makes his way to the corner, he stands and ... wobbly as he is ... raises the belt above his head for all to bear witness to. His free hand clutched tightly to his rib cage, the Pumpkinhead Referee raises his hand in victory and moves over to High Tide ... checking on the fallen ninja as we go to our first commercial break of the evening.  A podium stands in the center of an unknown room with the International Title nailed to it. Flanking on both sides are Seromine’s followers, each of whom yields a candle and has their head bowed. It could be assumed that it’s an abandoned dressing room somewhere, but there is no way to confirm. The Owl masked leader steps to the podium and motions for them to lift their heads back up by placing his candle down in front of him. “My faithful here tonight and watching at home, I come to you with a most DIRE message to warn of. Galatians chapter six, verse eight says, ‘For he that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption; but he that soweth to the Spirit shall of the Spirit reap life everlasting. There is a pretender whom I’ll be seeing later tonight that is in VIOLATION!” “PRAISE SEROMINE! PRAISE THE LORD!” “For all of his abilities, accomplishments and well documented history, Michael Wryght has always been of the corrupt. Drunk with power. Drunk with an endless lust to step over his authority. There is no SALVATION afforded to you, sinner. I am going to strike you down for the cause. You reaped corruption when you fined me. You REAPED CORRUPTION when you cast MY followers to the back at Two-hundred!” Seromine grips the podium looking as if he’s ready to break it into as many pieces as possible. The followers are shown shaking their heads, hissing the name “SHOWTIME” while turning their backs to the camera. Seromine lowers his head, taking a moment to gather his thoughts. A laugh of a more sinister note crackles through the walls as he slowly lifts his head back up. While he does that, the followers turn back around in cadence. “There was once a President who took in a show from a balcony, unaware of the danger that crept up behind him. In the blink of an eye, the hope of an entire nation fell to an assassin. History is doomed to repeat itself, Michael. Your sins! Your CRIMES against us shall not go unpunished. You’re used to dressing the part from the safety of an office. But out there in MY church in front of MY faithful...I shall become the assassin. My followers don’t answer to the CORRUPT! But they act on MY word!” “You are an affront to our gospel! You are an affront to my people! We are here tonight to collect another WIN AGAINST SIN! PRAISE BE UNTO SALVATION, MICHAEL WRYGHT!!” “PRAISE SEROMINE! PRAISE THE LORD!” “Praise Seromine...Praise The Lord.” The group lift their masks up past their mouths and in unison upon their leaders command, blow out the ten candles to return things back to darkness. Jerry Andrews: Well.... we're back and, I'd like to say that things are getting a little creepy because of our 'All Hallows Eve' theme, but the creepiness is mostly because PCW. Ace Anderson: A lot of strange people work here. No offense, Jerry. Back at ringside, the scene opens with one side of the rings ropes down with a bald capped zombie Cory Steel in his Professor X look a like wheelchair and standing behind him in blue and yellow spandex is a zombie looking Cyclops. Steel jerks the cap off tossing it over his shoulder. Cory Steel: "So, I'm back. It wasn't planned and security sucks ass, no lie. I saw Murdoc was dickin'out and I took my chances! Told the sound guy hit it and boom!" The crowd gave a mixed reaction. Cory Steel: "Felt nervous the whole time, second guessing myself and shit but I was in it. A lot of anger at 200. However I haven't been cleared to compete, if I'm on the sacred grounds I must be bound to this fucking chair! And goddammit I am pissed! I want blood. Alexa Blacks blood. I found this loophole though, kinda caught up on my Game of Thrones, so I bullshited the entire board about this let me pick someone to stand in for me, until I'm cleared of course. So unfortunately tonight I am not going to compete and embarrass the psycho bitch queen, my stand in will! Cyclops!" The man behind Cory smiles removing his visor tossing it over his shoulder, he flashes a very pearly white smile which drives the women in the crowd wild. 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. NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD Non-Title Singles Match Alexa Black (PCW North American ©) vs Cory Steel Referee: Zombie Referee Jerry Andrews: So.... I guess we have a stand-in for Cory Steel? The bell rings with neither competitor really going at each other. Tyler King stomps yelling something at Black with a cocky smile as they begin circle around in the ring, Black had a waste of time look on her face when she stepped with a wild scream looking to tie up but Tyler slides between her legs coming up to his feet. Black turns around to catch a left hook! Tyler jerks his hand back shaking it a little. Black spits some blood and with a rage look in her eyes ties up with Tyler who quickly is over powered by Black, she drives him back, jerks his hands down while planting a foot into his gut, and shoved him hard away from her into the turnbuckle. Tyler comes back with some force only to have his head taken off by a Black clothesline! It garnered a OHHHHHH from the crowd. Black is wasting no time when she grabs the dazed Tyler by both his legs then catapults the man into the turnbuckle. Cory is parked right beside the ring slapping his hands on the ring encouraging Tyler to get up. Tyler isn't allowed a moment's rest as Alexa jerks the man to his feet with ease, she then begins to rain a combination of punches, a few low kicks, and then she pulls him in for a belly to belly release suplex. Tyler retreats from the ring holding his back, Cory rolls quickly to him and begins whispering in his ear. Alexa is screaming for him to come back in the ring but Tyler turns his back to her to continue talking to Cory. Kissed Alexa reached over the top ripe grabbing two handfuls of hair and jerks Tyler straight up and over the ropes! Tyler scrambles to his feet avoiding Alexa's stomping boots. He bounces off the ropes, as he comes at Alexa who is ready for an attack but he leaps over her, back off the ropes leaping with a crossbody. Alexa however catches Tyler, screams in a fit of rage and tossed Tyler back over her head. Tyler twists to land in his feet, Alexa is back up thinking Tyler is just getting up but Tyler leaps with a roundhouse kick connecting with Alexa's jaw! She drops to her back holding her jaw. Tyler goes off the ropes again, comes back doing a front flip splash. Tyler rolls over for the pin.. 1.. Alexa powers out of the pin after the one count. Tyler lands on his feet, Alexa sits up, and Tyler drops her again with a kick to her head. Tyler is walking around Alexa with a cocky smile. He grabs her by her hair jerking her head up slapping her twice across the face, yelling BITCH, before attempting a third slap. This time Alexa blocks it, plants a hard fist in his gut, comes up with a head but that snaps Tyler's head back, and then on her feet she savagely DDT's Tyler. Alexa's once dazed look is gone and replaced with anger, she grabs Tyler up again like she was going to catapult him but instead grabs around his neck and jerks him up into a painful submission. Seeing Tyler slowly fading Cory decides to come up and out of his chair, he jumps on the side of the ring grabbing the ref turning him around. Distracted the ref is arguing with Cory telling him to get down. Alexa seeing the commotion drops Tyler and pushes the ref out of the way locking up with Cory, trading a few blows. Tyler gets up slowly reaching into his pocket, the ref gets Alexa and Cory a part, and goes back to arguing with Cory. Black turns back to meet a handful of some kind of dust thrown in her face! His other hand cracks Alexa with a pair of brass knuckles, and she drops like bricks. Cory drops off the side of the ring and the ref turns to see Tyler making the pin... 1.... 2.... 3. No! Tyler let's go as he sees a huge sized man with a Richard Nixon crawl over the barrier. The big man has a bat leaned against his shoulder, Tyler points behind Cory who turns around only to be blasted with the bat! Tyler leaps over the ropes to confront the man but with a few dodges he is forced back into the ring, back to a now on her feet Alexa Black. As he turns she fits him with a quick Black Widow! She covers... 1... 2... 3...! The bell rings! Alexa isn't done as she continues to pummel Tyler. Winner: Alexa Black by Pinfall The masked man, a beast sized man, rolls Cory into the ring. The ref steps between the man and Cory when he enter the ring. One quick swing and crack later the ref is knocked completely out of the ring. Tyler hasn't moved, Cory is holding his back, and one leg as the massive Richard Nixon pokes him with one end of the bat until Cory is beside Tyler in the center of the ring. The big man calls for a microphone which is tossed to him. Richard Nixon: "I have to laugh about the name of this match tonight, Night of the Living Dead." The voice is muffled behind the mask, but it deep and raspy. Richard Nixon: "Couldn't be more aptly named, especially-" He points the bat at a furious but confused Cory Steel. Richard Nixon: "When I see this shit bag is still kicking, I thought I had done put you down ya'ol dog you!" He squats down in front of Cory. Head twisting from one side to the next, sizing Cory up. Richard Nixon: "Don't....just put that 'I wanna fucking kill you' thought to the back of your head. Because you get loud Miss Black here will crush this young man's knee before your punch lands, I own you right now! You will listen. You will get your chance to pay me back or try. I'd hate for you to be responsible for another family's misfortunes we know you got blood on them hands boy." The man stands erect again with the bat resting on his shoulder. Richard Nixon: "Night of the Living Dead..." He chuckles and reaches for the mask, he grabs the back tightly. Richard Nixon: "Dead Ain't Dead." The reaction of the crowd was pure silence, mouths dropped. A few camera flashes went off. Standing in the ring, a few changes in cosmetics, was Jesse Wayne McCoy. It was Judge. Cory Steels 'dead' brother. Cory was slacked mouth, pale, and sweating. Neither men took their eyes off each other. Judge: "Take a picture people, this guy just found out Santa ain't real and the dead ain't dead! Look at all of you!" He did a slow circle scanning the crowd with the baseball bat, head shaking. Judge: "You pieces of shit are the reason I did what I had to do, the stress of the word can break a mans back! I tried to save you assholes from Hell but like the good word says: until the end of days my children will be met with a firey wall of persecution. Oh it was met, it brought me down low brothers and sisters! I found myself sinking along the righteous path. I let things of the world weigh me down. Then I let this man into my life..." He pointed the bat at Cory. Judge: "My flesh. My baby twin brother. In him I saw a broken man, the Lord says come to be when you are broken of heart, I felt the calling to save my brother. He needed it. I needed it. Then I saw him begin to sink his devil claws into my family! Tell me-" He squatted beside Cory putting the bat under his chin, he didn't hide that he wanted it to hurt as he dug it into his brother's chin. Judge: "Dear baby brother, how cold was I before you bedded my dear Amanda!" Judge slaps his brother a couple of times before pushing his brother down. Judge: "Sorry personal matters, but you seen it here folks dead ain't dead! I'm back and I ain't saving shit this time, PCW you are in check until I handle a much deeper subject matter right now. Don't worry I'll save the big show for your viewing pleasure but it best to pray in your closet. Black dear, thank you. Services no longer needed, keep knocking heads." The arena goes pitch black, the deafening silence that had followed Judge's revealing is finally broken with screams of surprise, and then the lights come back on. Alexa is walking up the ramp with a smug psychotic smile, Tyler is finally stirring, but both Judge and Cory are gone. Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, I am completely in shock. Ace Anderson: Judge is back!? Suddenly, before Alexa Black can leave through the curtain, the Zombie Referee catches up to her. The referee grabs her arm and starts directing her back towards the ring. Alexa protests as The Shaw Brothers and Baby Jenks emergen from backstage and start to make their way after Alexa and the referee, yelling all the while. Jerry Andrews: Why is the referee pulling Alexa back to the ring? Ace Anderson: I think that's exactly what Baby Jenks and the Shaws are out here upset about and.... POOF! There's a burst of smoke on the ramp and, when it clears up, The Shaws and Baby Jenks are.... GONE!? Jerry Andrews: What in the hell....!? Alexa Black stands at ringside, looking up at the ramp confused for a moment, before turning back to Zombie Referee who has removed the zombie mask, revealing.... Ace Anderson: N. SANITI!? Saniti smiles a sick smile as Alexa glares at him. Before she can really react in any way.... POOF! Another burst of smoke. This time, when it clears, Alexa is standing alone confused. There in a room carved out of the earth, below the house, he sat at the grinding wheel. Foot pressing out a rhythm on the treadle, lantern hung on a hook overhead, he ran the axe blade back and forth across the stone. Sparks jumping, reflected- in-but-not-melting the eyes of frozen pools of stump water. Nothing but the sound of the wheel turning, grinding the axe to a finer and finer edge. We all saw the historic two-hundredth episode of Trauma. We saw the legendary Lantlas return for one final appearance, saw him, saw her, shed the armor and reveal her true self to the multitude. We saw Rick Majors make the final pin for the good guys and show just how much he deserves to be that number one contender. And we saw Murdoc keep his word. Roots winding around the beams, down the walls, into the floor. The smell of old dirt and ozone. And always, the honing. He said he’d win that World Title and walk away, and it seems that he has. Walked away from ever having to defend it. That, his honorary lifetime achievement award. Able to now claim he has never “lost” it, has never been beaten for it. Well, guess what? I could claim the same. PCW went through one of its hiatuses back during one of my five World Title reigns, causing me to drop it without a proper defense, and you know what? No one remembers that. No one cares. Because the federation reopened and rolled on and other champions came and went. PCW exists whether any of us are honored for our past accomplishments and deeds or not. He let off the pedal and the wheel slowed. The grinding stopped. So, yes, Murdoc kept his word. But so did I. Grimm stood. He licked his thumb and ran it along the edge of the axe head. He nodded, satisfied. I’m still here. The Hangtown Horror spun the axe in his hand. He reached up and snuffed out the lantern with thumb and forefinger. And I’m not going anywhere. Back at ringside, everything is ready for the next match. "Hailing from Brick, New Jersey and weighing in at 253 pounds, he is the PCW President, “Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght! "Gold on the Ceiling" by The Black Keys begins to blare over the P.A. system and the arena darkens. A single spotlight begins to shine on the entrance way illumination none other than “Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght. He is wearing a long black and silver sleeveless robe. He stands there with his back to the ring and his arms crossed. The back of the robe is exposed with the words in blue and silver “Mr. Showtime” and slightly behind him is the beautiful Perfection. Showtime slowly walks to the beat of the music as the only light in the arena follows him to the ring. He walks up the stairs and whips off his feet on the outside apron. He ducks under the top rope and two other spotlights shoot on him he spins and puts his arms out. He slowly makes his way to the corner crossing his wrists, with is fingers are lock making a “W.” He pulls his arms down setting off some small pyros behind him, which also begins the lights to return to the arena. And his opponent...from Labyrinth Grove in the Absinthe Realm. He weighs in at 260 pounds and is the PCW International Champion...He is the leader of Salvation, Seromine! 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. A sudden "candlelight" spotlight shines below the stage. Three children who look no older than between seven to ten years old have appeared. All three are dressed in white. Two girls are shown swinging a jump rope as their male counterpart does the jumping. In unison, the three recite this famous bedtime prayer for all to hear: Now I lay me down to sleep I pray Salvation my soul to keep If I should die before I wake I pray Seromine my soul to take. Murmurs begin in the crowd as the children giggle and run off into the darkness, thus the end of the spotlight. Static noise interferes with the house speakers, low at first but ending rather loud. It alternates into the test pattern sound for a few seconds, followed by an eerie silence. “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 nine candles being held by nine individuals. They walk up from underneath the stage, each dressed in ceremonial garb traditionally seen in rituals. Dirty bass and rhythmic drums soon explode into the unsettling ambiance of the entrance music… Under rainy night In a golden manger you’ve born Fruit of a ritual rape Generated within the womb of a whore The five female followers are adorned in white, their masks are demonic takes of a Rattlesnake, Wolf, Pig, Rabbit and Dog. Opposite them are the four male followers dressed in black. Their masks consist of a Ram, Grizzly, Goat and Elk. 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, Salvation 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. DI---Not so fast. Before the match can get underway, Seromine has ordered everyone up onto the apron. Eight of the followers pair off in the corners with two in each, but they pace around the ring, never taking their sights off the targeted President. Destiny as well is amongst them, but so is Seromine...for now. With a motion, they jump back down and shuffle their ranks like a deck of cards. With another signal, they are right back up on the apron, but this time they aren’t moving. Seromine enters the ring still wearing his mask (because Halloween, so why not?). The savvy Michael Wryght knowing he has the power to do something about this, does just that as he converses with the referee. There is a smug look of satisfaction in his smile, his gesturing and body language indicating this is going to do with Seromine’s followers. Getting everything set, the appropriately dressed Reaper referee walks over to Seromine and begins relaying the message. Wryght waves goodbye to each of them one by one while pointing in the direction of the dressing room. Jerry Andrews: It looks like Showtime is using his presidential powers to remove The Followers from ringside. Ace Anderson: Good for him! Another great move by our president! The moment Wryght turns his focus back to Seromine, it’s too late! The dangerous cult leader dashes around the ref and charges at the right knee of Wryght, flipping him head over heels with a devastating chop block. Showtime favors it as if his ligaments exploded, but curiously Seromine doesn’t follow up. Instead he looks towards his followers who in unison drop down off the apron… Except for the bearer of the Wolf. The electricity inside of the arena shorts out, now replaced by boos, boos and more boos of the non-ghost variety. That’s because the person wearing the Wolf mask is SEROMINE HIMSELF! The person wearing his Owl mask was one of his followers! Seromine slinks through the ropes as he senses blood. The follower rolls out of the ring and from the power of concealment from the others, puts the Wolf mask back on while handing Seromine his. He stalks the fallen President, who struggles to the ropes. THE HOUSE OF THE DEVIL Non-Title Singles Match Seromine (PCW International ©) vs "Mr. Showtime" Michael Wryght Referee: Reaper Referee Seromine gives the ok for his cultists to leave the ring and demands the bell to be rung. DING! DING! DING! The very second Seromine hears this, he charges right in and chop blocks the left knee of Wryght, spinning him like Charlie Brown after a pitch is hit back at him. With both knees now under attack, Wryght finds himself at the mercy of Seromine who wastes no time in unleashing his six-six-six stomp to those very knees. Wryght writhes in pain and swings in vain to protect himself. For that effort, Seromine tees off on his face like it were a football, punt kicking it with a disgusting, violent crack that draws an OOOOH from the fans in attendance. Jerry Andrews: My god that was sickening. Our President may need facial reconstruction after that. Ace Anderson: Our President? His skin isn’t nearly orange enough. Jerry Andrews: Are you kidding? Ace Anderson: Only because it’s Halloween and Trump's a monster. Get with the spirit, Jerry! Seromine shoves Wryght’s head around with his foot, yelling “repent your sins!” while doing it. The ring veteran may be injured, but he’s not out of the fight. Showtime peppers the midsection of Seromine with rights and lefts, giving the faithful hope that he can turn the tide. The brief flashes of momentum is quickly derailed with a knee lift from an aggressive International Champion. Seromine reaches and drags Wryght across the ring before unceremoniously rolling him out under the bottom rope. Seromine follows him and delivers a few more hard stomps to Showtime’s knees. With Wryght in pain and vulnerable, he’s pulled up and hoisted in the air with a gutwrench. But it’s not a suplex that he feels. Instead, his legs are swung into the steel post! Showtime is dumped on his side and left to agonize the impact. Seromine cuts the referee’s count off by sliding in and back out. Jerry Andrews: Seromine set a trap up tonight and has been like a shark to blood as he continues to go after both of Michael’s knees. The strategy is working to ground the technical genius. Ace Anderson: Maybe this would be a good time for me to remind him about the awful things you said about his wife… Seromine drops onto his stomach and crawls to Showtime, mocking him by grabbing at his own knees while saying, “Please Seromine, please take my pain away! I repent!” after which he laughs and sits up. Turning his head to Showtime, the cult leader let’s him know “I will, sinner. I will” as he throws Michael back into the ring. Seromine takes his time walking around the ring, glaring at Michael Wryght in the process. Before getting in himself, he takes the time to tell the faithful, “I AM YOUR LORD AND SAVIOR!” which draws nothing but loud boos. Seromine gets back into the ring and drags Wryght onto his feet, daring him to try and hit some offense. He does. He slices and dices the Seromine’s chest with stinging knife edge chops with precarious balance. The Owl masked leader finds his right arm locked for a single arm DDT, but before Wryght can execute it, Seromine shoots around and dumps the President with a nasty dragon suplex. Seromine sits on his knees and extends his arms out with a crucifix pose. Within a matter of moments, his followers are shown returning to ringside. Seromine acknowledges them by saying, “PRAISE SALVATION!” to which they gather their candles from the stands and begin marching around the ring. Seromine turns around and cinches in a combined surfboard and dragon sleeper, a submission he calls The Rapture. Cranking Wryght back as far as he can, he has no option but to tap out. The reaper referee calls for the bell as “Son of the Devil” clashes with the booing of the crowd. Here is your winner, Seromine! Seromine discards Wryght and motions for his followers to enter the ring. One by one they do and form a circle around the fallen Mr. Showtime. As he raises his hands, they raise their candles. Upon Seromine flipping his hands over, candle wax is leaked onto the body of Showtime, much to the delight of the cult leader. Seromine puts his mask back on and as Wryght had done before, waves goodbye in a mocking fashion. The referee races to check on him as Salvation is lead to the back. Winner: Serominie via Pinfall "The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for number one contendership for the PCW World Championship!" The lights go out. Suddenly the sound of guitars pierce through the silence as "Wastelands" by Linkin Park begins to play. Rick Majors appears in the entrance way. He pauses for a moment and looks down briefly. He then shakes his head, breathes deeply and stares out at the crowd, stretching his arms and warming up as he walks down to the ring. "This is war with no weapons, Marching with no stepping, Murder with no killing, Illing every direction." Majors walks slowly, looking out around the arena as he continues his way down to the ring. "Introducing, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he is the winner of the 2016 Deadly Rumble...." In the wastelands of today, When there's nothing left to lose, And and there's nothing more to take, But you force yourself to choose, In the wastelands of today, When tomorrow disappears When the future slips away, And your hope turns into fear, In the wastelands of today. Majors climbs the ring steps and pauses. He turns towards the crowd, standing on the ring apron for a moment before entering the ring. Majors stands in the centre of the ring, looking out towards the crowd. He slowly starts to circle the ring, stretching and loosening up his body. "... RICK MAJORS!" The lights in the arena then come back on as Majors circles the ring, awaiting the start of the match. "And his opponent..." The PCW-Tron flashes RED ORANGE YELLOW GREEN BLUE PURPLE as "Shut Your Mouth," by Garbage blares over the speakers. Out comes the Fabulous One! He smiles a huge grin and blows kisses to the audience members. Once he climbs into the ring, he steps to the middle and strikes a pose with one hand on his hip and the other up in the air as glitter cannons fire off in each corner showering the ring with glitter. "... he is the winner of the 2016 Icemann Invitational Tournament... "The Fabulous One" DAN FIERCE!" LET THE RIGHT ONE IN Number One Contender Match Rick Majors vs Dan Fierce Referee: Charles Lim The bell rings. The two men meet up in the center of the ring and shake hands. Jerry Andrews: Well, that’s certainly nice to see. Ace Anderson: These two men definitely respect one another, but that doesn’t mean they won’t go all out with number one contendership on the line. Jerry Andrews: As we saw at the conclusion of the Deadly Rumble, there two certainly aren’t afraid to mix it up. Both take a step back and the they lunge forward, locking up. Fierce backs Majors up into the corner. The referee calls for a clean break and gets one. They lock up again. Majors twists out, grabs Fierce’s arm and wrenches it. Fierce manages to get to the ropes. Again the referee calls for a break and again he gets one. Jerry Andrews: No one wants to make the first mistake in a match this huge, that’s for sure. The two lock up a third time. This time Fierce manages to drive his knee into Majors’ midsection. With Rick Majors doubled over, Dan Fierce hits him with an elbow to the back of the head and then locks him in a front facelock. Majors struggles but manages to break free. Fierce approaches him and Majors kicks him in the stomach. Now Fierce is doubled over and Majors drops him with a big axe kick. Ace Anderson: Nice move, and a bit unexpected from Majors. Majors drops an elbow, but Fierce moves out of the way. Rick Majors hits the canvas. Fierce is up quickly and he drops his own elbow onto Majors’ chest. He then goes for a quick cover and gets only one. Fierce pulls Majors up now and he throws him into the corner. Fierce charges, but Majors gets both feet up, kicking Dan Fierce right in the face. Majors waits for his opponent to stand up and, when he does, he runs out of the corner, taking Fierce down with a clothesline. Majors now with a cover and Fierce kicks out before one. Jerry Andrews: Both men going for early covers here in this match. Ace Anderson: Maybe they’re trying to catch their opponent off-guard or maybe they’re just trying to force each other to kick out and expel energy. Majors pulls Fierce up, and Fierce slugs him with a big elbow to the head. Majors is staggered. Fierce then leaps up and hits him with an enziguri, which drops Majors to the mat. Fierce goes for another cover and this time he gets two. Dan Fierce pulls Majors up and he backs him into the corner. Majors battles out, hitting Fierce with a series and rights and lefts. He then takes Fierce down with a spinning wheel kick. Fierce hits the mat and rolls out of the ring to compose himself. Jerry Andrews: Dan Fierce taking a bit of a breather here. Ace Anderson: Smart move. There’s too much on the line here. If you need a moment, take one. Suddenly, Majors comes flying over the ropes with a crossbody! Jerry Andrews: WOAH! Ace Anderson: I did not expect that from Rick Majors! Woah. He’s really going all out here in this match and why not? A shot at the big title is on the line! Majors now stands up. He pulls Fierce up and goes to throw him into the ringside barrier, but Fierce reverses it and Majors hits the guardrail back-first. Dan Fierce now grabs him and he hits a textbook belly-to-belly suplex. Fierce slides into the ring to break the count and then returns to the outside where Majors is still down. Ace Anderson: Dan Fierce could have likely taken a countout victory there, but he broke the count instead. Jerry Andrews: I think both of these men want to end this match with a pinfall or submission. Fierce pulls Majors up and he slams him into the apron before rolling him into the ring. Fierce then climbs up to the top turnbuckle and…. Jerry Andrews: Moonsault! Ace Anderson: Dan Fierce pulling out the unexpected here tonight too! But… Jerry Andrews: Nobody home! Majors managed to roll out of the way at the last second. He then slowly gets to his feet and waits for Fierce to do the same. When he does, Majors steps forward, hitting Fierce with a big side thrust kick. Majors goes for a cover: One…. Two…. Jerry Andrews: Dan Fierce kicks out! Ace Anderson: These two men giving it their all here tonight for a chance to face Murdoc for the PCW World Title! Jerry Andrews: Speaking of Murdoc, he’s not in the building here tonight, but do you think he’s watching at home? Ace Anderson: Most definitely. Of course he’ll want to scout his next opponent. Majors pulls Fierce up. He hits him with a knee strike to the stomach and then drops him to the mat with an elbow to the back of the head. He drops a leg and then goes for another cover. Again he gets two. Rick Majors pulls Dan Fierce up once again. This time, Fierce fires back with a series of right and left roundhouse kicks, which back Majors up into the corner. Fierce then grabs Majors and he sets him up on the top turnbuckle. Fierce the climbs to the second rope….. Jerry Andrews: Superplex! Dan Fierce with the cover: One… Two…. Ace Anderson: Rick Majors kicks out at two! Fierce pulls Majors up. Rick Majors elbow him in the head. He then grabs him and sets him up before delivering a brainbuster. Majors with a cover and another two count. Majors stands up and backs up into the corner, taking a moment to compose himself while Fierce slowly gets to his feet. When Fierce stands up, Majors steps out of the corner and he hits his opponent with a standing spinning heel kick! Jerry Andrews: Centre of Attention! Majors then waits for Fierce to get up once more. When he does, he kicks him in the stomach, sets him up in a double underhook position and…. Jerry Andrews: Major Impact! The cover! One… Two…. Thr…… BOOM! Jerry Andrews: What the hell…!? Ace Anderson: Holy fu…… A HUGE fireball explodes above the ring. The crowd screams in terror. Almost immediately, medical personnel and PCW security members come running down to the ring. There’s near chaos inside the PCW Arena as the crowd panics. They scramble to get away from the ringside area while staff check on Majors, Fierce and referee Charles Lim. Ace Anderson: What in the hell was that!? The worst seems to be over and gradually the crowd calms down and they turn their attention back to the ring. EMTs are currently checking on Majors, Fierce and Lim who all remain laid on in the ring. Jerry Andrews: Some sort of huge fireball just exploded above the ring, folks. Ace Anderson: Do you think…. ? Jerry Andrews: Murdoc? It’s entirely possible. Ace Anderson: But, given the current state of PCW, it could have been a number of people or groups. Majors and Fierce are backed into opposite corners and they’re both being looked at by PCW doctors. Charles Lim is now outside of the ring, seated on the floor, speaking to EMTs. Jerry Andrews: I hate to even say this given that we don’t know if the participants are unharmed, but, what does this mean for this match? Ace Anderson: Well, the good news is that Majors, Fierce and our referee all seem to be conscious and alert. As for the match, I have no idea. Did Charles Lim count to three. Jerry Andrews: I honestly have no idea. He might have hit the mat for three, but I don’t think so. I thought maybe I saw Fierce kick out? Ace Anderson: All I remember seeing is flames, to be honest. Jerry Andrews: What’s that? Well folks, we’re unfortunately out of time. We’ll get to the bottom of whatever this was that happened here tonight and update you on PCWrestling.org as soon as we can. Goodnight everyone. - CLICK - |
