Trauma 205 Results

[Eira]

Thursday January 19th, 2016

Ace Anderson: Welcome to Tuesday Night Trauma, Faithful! I’m Ace Anderson, the greatest commentator on God’s green earth ... and my partner is still a nobody. So moving into the events of the evening ...

Jerry Andrews: *achem*

Ace Anderson: Oh. Oh, they haven’t fired you yet? Damn.

Jerry Andrews: I’m Jerry Andrews and we’ve got an amazing --

Ace Anderson: There you go - always trying to be the center of attention. Quit being so selfish.

Jerry Andrews: ...

Match One
Underground Championship Match
Singles Match
Lunacy vs Kyle Shane
_{Referee: Charles Lim}

The opening notes of "In The Morning And Amazing" by Circa Survive begins to play. The big screen shows shots of Kyle’s matches. Kyle Shane steps slowly out onto the stage. The Assassin’s hood to his longcoat is pulled low over his face. The distinctive voice of Anthony Green hits the bridge.

And how could anyone

You are in my dreams

Half human, half machine

You with someone else that I have felt and seen

I cannot rest, or my consciousness contest

Looking right through the lens

From winter brings the spring again

Kyle tilts his head back and holds his arms out, taking in the reception of the crowd. For the PCW faithful that are just getting to know him, there is a modest show of respect, but the truly dedicated that have followed his career stir mightily. Some on the sides of the aisles even make a fanning bow motion as Kyle walks by. Halfway down the aisle, Kyle pivots ... holding his arms up to either side of him before he climbs onto the apron. Kyle balances on the ropes for a moment, points to himself and smirks. Hopping down, he takes off his longcoat and stretches a few times to get ready.

Ace Anderson: I dunno what it is about this guy, Andrews ... but I like him. He’s got that swagger, that self-assured walk that tells me he’s got a really bright future ahead of him.

Jerry Andrews: And as far as his PCW career goes, this is going to be the first real chance to grab a ring and put himself on the map. A one-on-one confrontation with Lunacy with the Underground Championship on the line!

Ace Anderson: No small task, Jerry. The problem in crafting a gameplan to take on somebody like Lunacy is ... well ... he’s absolutely daffy. To get into Lunacy’s mind, I’m pretty sure you have to sacrifice more than a little of your own sanity. But if anyone can do it, maybe it’s Shane.

As Shane finishes stretching and warming up for the match to come, the sound of ‘The Lotion’ by The Greenskeepers and striding to the ring comes ... Anarchy? Wow. Lunacy, Brother Maylock and The Jackdaw ... all together and walking down the ramp? Thaaaaaaaaaaaaaat’s a new one. Maylock holding on to the Underground Title and the Jackdaw looking around at the first few rows on either side hoping like hell that someone jumps the barricade, Lunacy slides into the ring and leans back against the ropes ... watching the man across the way with a curious look on his face.

Jerry Andrews: Lunacy, the King of the Underground. What do you do if you look to leave with the crown tonight?

Ace Anderson: Jerry, it doesn’t matter. Lunacy doesn’t give a single thought to the Underground Title. Not one iota. He’s not concerned with walking out with it, so I don’t expect him to. I expect he’ll do what he always does: dictate the rules of engagement. Make Shane chase him, make Shane press the attack. That way, he can wade in and do what he does best: throw down. And if he does that, he’ll win the match. Plain and simple.

Jerry Andrews: Expert analysis from the best in the business folks, and with that I believe we’re ready to kick things off!

We go to the ring where Charles Lim is giving final instructions before signaling for the bell.

DING DING!

And we are officially underway!

Lunacy remains motionless against the ropes nearest the entrance and Shane is out of the chutes like a thoroughbred, wading into Lunacy. Unfortunately, Lunacy simple side-steps and hurls Shane through the ropes to the floor. He has no real interest in engaging on someone else’s terms. As Shane hits the floor on the outside, he’s quick to grab hold of Lunacy’s ankles. But before he can drag Lunacy to the floor, the Jackdaw and Maylock are right there, double-teaming on Shane mercilessly.

Jerry Andrews: The blantant disregard! Lunacy is letting his friends do the heavy work.

Ace Anderson: And a brilliant move it is, Jerry. You have the options, the match allows for it ... why WOULDN’T you?!

And as the two-on-one beatdown gets into full swing, something ... unexpected happens. Kyle Shane begins to fight the two of them off. Convincingly. Maylock is the first to scramble away from the battle, while Jackdaw remain in the scrap but is being overwhelmed by the fury of Shane’s blitzkrieg. As the hordes are beaten back, Lunacy turns to face the man only to be finally dragged from the ring.

Fists flying as Lunacy hits the floor, Shane is all over the champion with reckless abandon. He’s already gotten a taste of the what the match to come will likely have in store for him ... why hesitate? Grabbing Lunacy in a wristlock, he moves into position and Irish Whips him towards the ringside stairs. Lunacy vaulting the stairs at the last moment before impact, he avoids the inevitable and turns ... blowing a raspberry at Kyle Shane. Shane takes two lightning-quick steps towards the stairs and ... there’s some confusion as to whether or not he was going to launch himself over them ... but we’ll never know as Lunacy snaps off a basement dropkick that sends the stairs rocketing into the knees and lower legs of his pursuer.

Shane dropping face-first, he’s only up to his knees as Lunacy dashes around and drops Shane with a short-form DDT to the floor.

Ace Anderson: And that’s why Lunacy’s the champion. A tactically unsound mind can make for a nightmare of a match.

Lunacy grabbing Shane’s head, he begins to grind it into the floor ... back and forth ... vicious. Pulling away, Lunacy makes it back to his feet and begins to heft the challenger up with him. As the pair make it to a standing position, Shane explodes with a shove and sends Lunacy back a foot or two. Lunacy seemingly not fazed at all, he begins to move back in but a stiff kick to the side keeps him at bay. A second to the other side and Lunacy is beginning to struggle for breath. A rolling Koppou kick and Lunacy is flat on his back, Shane recovering atop him.

Several punches down onto the fallen King, Shane pulls him up and rolls him into the ring ... following suit quickly. Lunacy backing towards the ropes in order to create space, Kyle Shane moves in to press the advantage but Lunacy is there with a rake of the eyes. The challenger blinded momentarily, Lunacy bum-rushes him and nails a thudding shoulder block that drops Shane to the mat. Bouncing off the ropes behind him, Shane flips and lets Lunacy dash over him effortlessly.

On the rebound, Lunacy comes face-to-feet with a leg lariat that looks as though it may have knocked a tooth loose. If the impact is any indication. As Lunacy struggles to sit up, Shane picks Lunacy up and is rewarded for his performance with a jawbreaker. Clutching at his chin and staggering slightly, Lunacy smiles and taps his head mockingly. Waiting for only a brief moment, Lunacy rushes Shane and attempts a spear to the small of the back ... but Shane! Shane recovers in time to wrap an arm around the neck of Lunacy and ... Pieces of Eden!

The headlock driver enough to catch Lunacy off-guard, Shane floats over into the quick pinfall attempt.

1!

2!

...

...

3!!!

DING DING DING!

Winner: Kyle Shane via Pinfall

Jackday and Maylock hit the ring, but Shane is gone in a flash ... being awarded the Underground title and having made it halfway up the ramp before Lunacy can process what’s just happened!

Ace Anderson: Holy f-*BEEP*! Kyle Shane with a surprise pinfall on Lunacy and ... he just won the Underground Title!

Jerry Andrews: Now THAT is a Game Changer! Kyle Shane, the new Underground Champion! and Lunacy ... well, I don’t know if he cares about losing the title ... but having one put over on him by Kyle Shane, he might not appreciate. We’ll have to see what happens in the coming days but for now, let’s go to ...

Match Two

Singles Match

Andy D. vs Eira

Referee: Ed Lane

Sasha Greene: The following is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, making her Trauma return... weighing in at 160 pounds... EIRA!

The arena lights fade to near blackness, purple lights swirling over the crowd as fog rolls out from the stage. An eerie, wistful melody weaves its way through the assembled as a lone figure takes shape in the center of the stage, still obscured in the shadowy mist. At 0:12 of Rammstein’s "Wo Bist Du", heavy industrial bass explodes out of the PCW loudspeakers as purple sparks and violet pyros fire off along the stage, lights snapping to ful to reveal Eira!

"Ich liebe dich, ich liebe dich nicht
Ich liebe dich nicht mehr, ich liebe dich nicht mehr,"

Till Lindemann’s trademark, growling resonance accompanies her down the ramp, her purposeful stride in perfect time to the percussive beat. The aggressive yet oddly hopeful chords storm across the PCW Faithful, Eira interacting with the crowd freely as she goes. Approaching ringside, she takes off at a full sprint, silver and black streaking towards the ring!

"Ich suche dich hinter dem Licht
Wo bist du,"

Eira flips forward, catching herself with her hands to launch herself in a handspring somersault, landing with balletic precision on the apron! Wiping her feet, she steps between the ropes and begins to stretch out with preternatural flexibility, waiting for the match to start.

Jerry Andrews: The electrifying return of Eira at Collision Course has certainly made waves, and tonight, she wants to make a grand comeback in her first match on Trauma in a while.

Ace Anderson: I've got to say, Eira's been gone so long, she is going to have a significant bit of ring rust, no?

Jerry Andrews: Perhaps, but either way, she is facing off against someone who can match her wrestling ability on a good day in Andy D.

Sasha Greene: And her opponent, he weighs in at 197 pounds... ANDY D!!

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.

Both competitors approach each other with cautious familiarity. Andy extends his hand to Eira and they shake hands, the two locking eyes for a good, long moment.

Jerry Andrews: There at least is a good deal of respect between the two fan favorites, they have a lot in common.

Ace Anderson: Enough of the mutual admiration society, already! Let's get to the action!

Eira calls for Andy to lock up with her, but he ducks under her and grabs her arm, whips Eira off to the ropes and goes to run off the rope himself. Eira drops down to her stomach and Andy runs over top of her and to the opposite side of the ring and when Andy bounces off the ropes back towards a laying Eira, Eira uses her feet to launch Andy into the air. Eira gets up and whips Andy into the corner, then runs in and stands on the turnbuckles over Andy and motions to the crowd, then flips back and tosses Andy into the middle of the ring with a monkey flip. Andy gets to his feet, and Eira takes him down with a flying forearm smash, then Eira unloads another one as Andy gets up. Andy stumbles to his feet, but Eira takes him down with a spinning heel kick. Andy pulls himself to a knee, wiping at his nose, and looking up at Eira. A look of what could be approval crosses Andy's face.

Jerry Andrews: I think it's beginning to dawn on Andy that, despite her time away from the sport, he's in for a rough and dirty fight, as Eira is still no slouch.

Eira comes towards Andy and lifts him back to him feet, but Andy sweeps her legs. Eira hits the mat and grimaces in pain, holding her nose, and Andy quickly makes it worse by giving her a leg drop to the back of the head and driving her face into the mat again. Andy then lifts Eira up and, still holding both arms, locks her hands together and gives Eira a double underhook suplex, holding on to one arm and floating it over into a crucifix armbar on Eira after he's finished. Eira struggles in the crucifix armbar and starts to pull herself up. Eira and Andy get to their feet and Eira begins giving Andy some stinging kicks to the leg and hamstring. Andy staggers on one leg, as Eira gives her another harsh kick to the side of the knee. Eira follows up with a short roundhouse to the midsection. Andy swings for a clothesline but Eira ducks, and Andy turns right into a step-up enziguri. Andy flops to the mat. Eira then gives a few knee strikes to the side of Andy's temple. Then goes for the cover, but Andy kicks Eira off. Eira gets up, and lifts Andy up. Eira lifts Andy up onto the ropes and drapes him throat across the second rope. Eira then jumps up, using Andy's back as a springboard to fly over the ropes and as she comes down, she pulls Andy's head down, hanging him up across the second rope. Andy falls back into the ring, contorting around, holding his throat, and Eira gets back onto the apron. Eira uses the ropes to slingshot herself in and nail a 360 flipping leg drop across the throat of Andy.

Jerry Andrews: Impressive athleticism from Eira!

Ace Anderson: At least she hasn't forgotten she's got wings!

Andy reaches for the ropes to pull himself up but Eira lifts him up. She begins giving Andy a few crossface forearm shots. Andy runs backward and squashes Eira into the corner, using her lighter frame against her. Andy gives Eira a few elbow shots. The ref intervenes between them Eira pushes her way past the official but Andy pushes her back into the corner and follows it up with a running shoulder block into the midsection. Andy gives Eira another two shoulder thrusts, then steps back to the middle of the ring and does a onehanded cartwheel into a monkey flip. Eira rolls around, holding her lower back. Andy lifts Eira up and walks her over to the corner, bouncing her head off the top rope. Eira holds her face. Eira flails and scratches at Andy, trying to fight her way out of the corner. Andy frees Eira, but gives her a knee strike to the temple. Eira falls down to her stomach. Andy applies a single leg Boston crab, but Eira rolls through and rolls Andy over into a leg hooked pin a la Rob Van Dam.

...1!


….2 - kickout!

Andy D. kicks out just as the ref hits the mat for the two-count.

Ace Anderson: I think Andy is taken aback by Eira, he was expecting her to have just a little more ring rust than she has.

As both competitors get to their feet, Andy slips between the ropes to the apron and rocks Eira with a kick to the head before sliding back in. He lifts Eira up and hooks her in a facelock as if he's going to go for a shiruanui, but Eira frees her head, grips Andy's arm and pulls the other one around her throat for a straightjacket. Then, she drops back with a lungblower, dropping Andy across her knees. To follow this up, she turns Andy over, keeping both of Andy's arms wrapped around her throat with the straightjacket, as she sits on Andy's back and pulls his wrists backwards in a modified camel clutch stranglehold.

Jerry Andrews: Eira has taken Andy to Purgatory!

Andy screams he won't give up. Finally, Eira untangles Andy's arms from around her throat but keeps holding on to her hands, as she applies a boot to the back of her head and shoves down, planting Andy's face into the mat with force. Eira lifts Andy up and whips him into the corner. Eira comes charging in, looking for a big corner splash. However, Andy moves out of the way and Eira hits the turnbuckle chest first. She turns around, holding her chest in pain. When Eira turns, she is gripped around the head by Andy, who drops down and gives her a jumping double knee facebuster.

Jerry Andrews: You were saying about ring rust?

Ace Anderson: Yeah, Eira was just a hair too slow on that one.

Andy motions for Eira to get up, as his opponent pushes herself up to one knee, before hitting a springboard variation of the Schmerzlich, the blockbuster. Andy follows it up by springing to the ropes and hitting a lionsault.

Jerry Andrews: What a flurry of offense, Eira may be finished here!

...1!

……2!

……… - kickout!

The crowd can't believe it and neither can Andy D, who has an agonized look on his face as he asked the referee if it was three. He has a disappointed look. He gets up, and measures Eira, looking for a shining wizard off the ropes as his opponent is rising to one knee, but at the last second Eira ducks the arc of the move and she plants her hands and pushes off, meeting a turning Andy with a handspring double mule kick. Eira, winded from the exertion, takes a few moments to rest on the mat before getting back to her feet. She goes over to the ropes, and she climbs onto the top rope, but she slips on the ascension and has to struggle to get herself up to a perch. She has herself ready for a double foot stomp off the top rope, but as she comes down Andy moves out of the way and Eira lands awkwardly, hopping on one leg and holding her knee.

Jerry Andrews: Eira was going for the Fall of the Morning Star but it seems like it's been a while since she's dusted that off, she didn't get to the top very fast -

Ace Anderson: Ow, it really cost her on the dismount there.

This time, as Eira is holding her knee in a kneeling position, she is in prime position for Andy to smash into her with force, nailing the shining wizard.

Ace Anderson: And Eira pays the price!

Jerry Andrews: Dragon's Bite to Eira!

Andy shoots over to hook the leg, the ref sliding into position!

...1!

…..2!

……….

………...3!!

Winner: Andy D. via Pinfall

Andy D's music plays as he stands, holding his arms up. Eira is still down on the mat, she recovers after a second, and sits up, staring at Andy. She has a downcast look on her face, but the crowd is giving them both a show of respect as Andy D. exits the ring. Turning on his heel before heading up the ramp, Andy points to Eira and applauds her, the silvery haired superstar’s fluster visibly fading as she smiles in appreciation.


Jerry Andrews: Looks like we got something coming through on the PCW Tron, folks!

Ace Anderson: Oh hell, what now?

EARLIER TODAY

“Hello my faithful!”

Those three words are met with a pause. The filming of this “promo” comes from inside an empty PCW arena. Empty sans the ten visitors up in the second tier, glaring at the centerpiece ring. Nine of whom are in their respective masks. The leader is the lone holdout.

“It’s your ol’ friend, Seromine, again. I’m just sitting here, counting the time down until all of these seats are filled with families looking to have a good time.”

Seromine offers a half hearted laugh. He stands up and surveys the landscape, perching his right foot on the ledge while doing this.

“We share that in common you know. Looking to have a good time. My family are always seated at the table of God and HE asks me...” Seromine cuts himself off and then continues with a more serious tone, “about all of you. The cheers. The boos. The laughs. And I tell him I hear it.”

Seromine motions to his right ear.

“I see it”

His eyes widen.

“Just like I see the suffering underneath. Right, Kelli? If you need further proof, look at my followers. They as well were suffering...before being found and welcomed home. And now for tonight's lesson.”

Seromine motions for his followers to bow their heads with him.

“From the book of Luke, chapter nine, verse eleven. It says: When the crowds learned it, they followed him, and he welcomed them and spoke to them of the kingdom of God and cured those who had need of healing.”

Salvation lift their heads back up in unison. Seromine's body language presents itself as a man who takes pride in preaching the word from the good book. No matter the audience.

“Well my faithful, I guess I have to go for now. Just remember, God sees all. And do so I. Take care of yourselves...”

Seromine’s laugh has a sinister tone behind it as he leads his cult out of the camera’s eye...only to return into view momentarily.

“Oh---and say a prayer for Ms. Starr. She’s going to need them tonight.”

His lips curve with an ominous smile, melted only by a random hymn that the entire group whistles as they head up the stairs.

Jerry Andrews: Oooookay?

Ace Anderson: *palm loosely covering face* God this place is weird.

Match Three

Singles Match

Nathan Saniti (North American ©) vs Grimm

Referee: Joseph Buckland

The introductory chimes of "Monster," by Imagine Dragons beckon the entrance of PCW resident Madcap Magician as lime green fog coats the runway from the ring to the entrance. Flanked by Rasputin, Naomi, and Neville, the otherwise normal (for him) looking Nathan Saniti leads the group out from the back, Nathan taking point. He and Neville wave their arms with a flourish, calling to the fog to rise and engulf the lot.

The lights slowly fade as it thickens as it envelops the Harvesters, suddenly dissipating just as rapidly as it appeared, revealing that the group has vanished! A thunderous bolt of lightning strikes the center of the ring with a blinding flash. And another. After a third bolt hits, the lights go out completely for a second. A column of spotlighted smoke begins to build at the center of the ring, snaking its’ way skyward. Lime green and purple spotlights dance around the smoke as the lights fade on and the smog evaporates, revealing the Harvesters in the center of the ring!

Ace Anderson: You know, I get kind of concerned when people start bringing their friends to these things.

Jerry Andrews: But Ace, Pure Class Wrestling provides wholesome sports entertainment for the whole family to enjoy!

Ace Anderson: I’m not even going to dignify that with a rebuttal.

Jerry Andrews: Because you know I’m right.

Ace Anderson: …

Lights dim and the PCW-Tron goes black. With the sound of a sharp nib scratching across a ragged sheet of parchment, a sepia-toned cursive scrawls grimm across the screen. The name flickers, wavering in and out of focus with the occasional tracking glitch as if projected from an old forgotten film canister uncovered on the bottom shelf in the cellar. 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 the Hangtown Horror.

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

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

Go back to sleep.

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

Joseph Buckland steps forward and shoos the Harvesters away, Naomi trailing a reassuring hand over Nathan’s shoulder as she exits the ring to take up a position at ringside with Rasputin. Buckland issues his concise instructions, gesturing towards Nathan’s hat (more correctly, at his hatpins) with a clear warning in his tone. Grimm and Nathan both offer terse nods of understanding, backing away from each other as Buckland retreats to signal for the bell.

*DING DING DING!*

The immediate aggressor, Nathan begins to unload an arsenal of hard hitting strikes, Grimm managing to field the series of blows - Nathan finally losing his patience and lunging forward to grapple! The two men lock it up in the center of the ring, each jockeying for some sort of leverage to use against their opponent. Struggling and straining, seemingly at an impasse until the inscrutable Grimm manages to twist around and wrap Nathan into a headlock! Nathan struggles mightily, keeping Grimm on the move in an effort to escape the hold. Keeping Grimm on the move - and walking him straight towards the ropes! Throwing all his weight into it, Nathan flings himself and Grimm into a bounce off the ropes, using the rebound as momentum to slip out of the hold and shove him across the ring! Grimm hits the ropes on the other side, bouncing off and sending himself barreling into Nathan with a bullrush! The men crash to the mat, Nathan rolling away smoothly with Grimm slower to gain a vertical base. Both men standing, Grimm’s teeth gritted with the sudden assault as he swings wild with a haymaker!

Ace Anderson: OUCH.

A haymaker that connects! Nathan goes reeling as the blow knocks him for a spin, Grimm stalking forward and grabbing the Mystical Madman’s wild shock of hair, yanking him down over one knee for an improvised spinebuster move!

Ace Anderson: *pained, sympathetic grunt*

Jerry Andrews: He kinda had that coming.

Ace Anderson: You wouldn’t be saying that if you knew what that felt like.

Nathan drops off Grimm’s knee, face twisted in pain - pain that quickly turns to anger! Surging to his feet, he lunges forward to catch Grimm with some quick, opportunistic shots while managing to stay out of the other man’s reach. Even angry, Nathan knows that a single slip up and he’d be staked to the mat to be preserved in a dusty curio cabinet - and that’s if he’s LUCKY. Grimm seems briefly taken aback by the uncharacteristic surge of pure aggression from Nathan, retreating to regain his focus but Nathan shows NO signs of letting up and manages to back the Hangtown Horror into a nearby corner!

Ace Anderson: Nathan is on a warpath!

Jerry Andrews: But why? And why GRIMM?

Ace Anderson: Because Grimm has the dubious fortune of standing across the ring from Nathan when the freaky magician is estranged from his girl and isn’t getting la-

Jerry Andrews: CHILDREN ARE LISTENING!

Grimm goes for the cover,

...1!

.....2!

...... thr - NO!

Saniti – SOMEHOW! - shoots the shoulder up at the last instant! The fans erupt. Disgusted with the referee’s slowness, Grimm grabs Saniti and shoves him into the corner! Fifty shades of completely done with this shit, Grimm climbs to the second turnbuckle and starts to lay in some stiff punches to the head of Saniti. One...two...three...four...five...whoa! Saniti manages to slip out from under Grimm, but the ginger-bearded phenomenon relentlessly pursues him! Launching himself at Nathan, Grimm crashes into the fiery haired man with a wrenching spear, both men going down in a heap of tangled limbs! A nasty mat battle begins, the submission-averse Grimm doing his best to grapple Nathan, but seemingly unable to get a solid hold on the unpredictable Saniti!

Jerry Andrews: This is rougher than I thought it would be!

Ace Anderson: That’s what she s-

Jerry Andrews: MR. ANDERSON!

Ace Anderson: I mean, wow, this is turning into a brawl of a match!

Jerry Andrews: It is - I’m not sure what’s going on, either.

Ace Anderson: Usually Nathan is a bit more “together” than this - I don’t know if he can do it!

Grimm and Nathan tie up in the middle of the ring again, the more wiry Grimm getting the upper hand with a mean armbar, high angling it until Saniti shouts in pain. Expressionless but focused, Grimm shoves him towards a corner, rushing in with him and laying in some cornered knees! Nathan drops to the mat, forearms over his face in an effort to protect his head, Grimm letting up only to haul Nathan unceremoniously up by the lapels! Without a second’s pause, Grimm smashes a headbutt into Nathan’s face!

Ace Anderson: Oh my GOD - Dead Reckoning!

Jerry Andrews: I don’t think Nathan is going to be able to reckon his NAME after that!

Blood streaming down his face in nightmarish rivulets, Nathan throws his head back, peals of maniacal laughter unsettling fans and Harvesters alike! Even Grimm takes an involuntary step back, the second’s opening allowing Nathan to slip under Grimm’s arm! Nathan races across the ring and mounts a turnbuckle, Grimm slewing around to align himself with the threat’s new direction! Without seeming to bother aiming, Nathan launches himself at Grimm! The Hangtown Horror gets a taste of his own medicine as Nathan comes flying off the top turnbuckle and connects with a diving headbutt to Grimm! Taking the down with an almighty crash to the mat, he yards Grimm off the mat and drives him back down with a good ol fashioned snap suplex! With Grimm down, Nathan wastes no time in pressing the opportunity, dropping to his knees and tugging up a leg for the pin!

...1!

.....2!

………..

………....3!!!

Winner: Nathan Saniti via Pinfall

Match Four

Singles Match

Seromine (International ©) vs Kelli Starr

Referee: Nigel Gale

Jerry Andrews: This is going to be an interesting match. Two very capable competitors in the ring.

Ace Anderson: Let's not forget the mind games that Seromine attempted to try and get Kelli Starr to align herself with him. All of this after we witnessed a slight rift in the perennial PCW couple of Kelli Starr and Nathan Saniti.

Jerry Andrews: True, but it doesn't appear that Kelli is falling for it.

Ace Anderson: I dunno. Nathan lied to her. He lied to PCW's Faithful. Besides, did you see what he turned into to fight Alexa Black? Dude's got more personalities than a mental ward.

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

“Hero hero...
Hero hero...


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

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

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.The sound of a piano and finger snapping turn the ramp into a stained-glass portrait like you would see in a church window. Multiple colors beam from underneath the grating, with SALVATION spelled right down the middle. Bringing Seromine and his followers out from ground level is “Where Could I Go But to the Lord” by Elvis Presley. He and Destiny lead the animal masked group up the stairs and across the stage as the first verses start:

Living below in this old sinful world
Hardly a comfort can afford
Striving alone to face temptation so
Now won't you tell me

While she is seen wearing a black dress with a white collar and carrying his bible, Seromine is dressed as a preacher. His black hat matches the color of his ribbon bow tie, coat and slacks. The female followers are in pastel prairie dresses that are either pink, green or blue. The male followers are in beige button down shirts with matching pants. The group walk down to the ring, each holding a candle in their right hand.

Where could I go but to the Lord?
Where could I go oh where could I go?
Seeking the refuge for my soul
Needing a friend to save me in the end
Won't you tell me
Where could I go but to the Lord?

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 hat, mask and coat. His long hair hangs loose in front of his face. Just as his song is turned off and the lighting returns to normal, he is heard telling the fans, “Repent your sins! Your Lord and Savior is here to save you!” while the entire group does the crucifix pose.

Kelli looks around at the sheer number surrounding her, a worried, but determined, look on her face. Each follower leaves the ring, the stare her down through their various masks. The last one, the rattlesnake, lifts her mask and blows Kelli a kiss. The Followers encircle the ring, swaying rhythmically to music that only they seem able to hear except Destiny, who remains solidly in Seromine's corner. They begin to chant in unison, entranced by their own mutterings. Kelli begins to look around, panicked, as Seromine smirks devilishly.

Seromine shouts, startling the otherwise distracted Dollface. "Join us, Kelli. Free yourself. Salvation awaits you."[/i]

Jerry Andrews: Kelli could be in trouble here. The Followers are climbing up on the ring apron, preventing her from escaping.

Ace Anderson: Nigel Gale hasn't even called for the bell yet. He's trying to gain some order.

Suddenly, bolts of lightning strike all four corner posts, blasting all of the followers off of the apron in surprise and fear. "Monster," by Imagine Dragons blares over the speakers once more, as the Harvesters rush to the ring. The audience cheers loudly while Nathan Saniti stays behind as his siblings and Rasputin hurry to protect Kelli, each stationing themselves at a corner. He produces a mic, raising it to his mouth, finishing his walk to the ring as he speaks.

”Mr. Seromine. If you keep this contest between yourself and Kelli, then my Harvesters and I shall cause no problems. However, if your Followers insist upon inserting themselves into this match, we shall get involved. We don't wish to, but we will. Remove your Followers, sermonizer, and we shall make ourselves scarce. You have my word.”

”The words of a liar mean nothing to PCW's Savior.”[/i]

Seromine raises a hand, dropping it to signal the Followers to attack, but before they can even take a step, the Grizzly, the Wolf, the Goat, and the Pig all swoon to the ground, holding their necks. Each of the Harvesters have their sights trained on the remaining four, hatpins in their hands that match the ones sticking out four of Salvation's collective necks. Seromine and Destiny look livid. The other members of the group back down to check on their cohorts.

”One final chance to comply, sermonizer. I'll even allow you to retain your wife's support, a chance you made an attempt to take from me when you attempted to recruit Kelli to your side.”

Seromine sneers his disgust, but reluctantly waves his Salvation to the back, assisting their drugged colleagues in the process as the Harvesters watch attentively. After the last of them have disappeared to the back, Naomi, Rasputin, and Neville begin ascending the ramp themselves.

”We'll be watching, Seromine. Should your Followers attempt interference, it shall be met violently. You. Have. Been. Warned.”

Nathan is the last to leave the arena. Finally, Nigel Gale feels secure enough to start the match. Kelli and the much larger Seromine circle each other, finally locking up in the center of the ring. Kelli jockeys for a position, but Seromine makes good use of his height and weight advantages to guide her to the corner. He bends her backwards over the top turnbuckle, causing her to shriek in pain as the ref calls for the break. Seromine whips Dollface to the opposite corner, charging in close behind.

Thinking quickly, Kelli scales the corner, sunset flipping over Seromine for a quick one count that catches the Intercontinental champion off guard briefly. Kelli scoots across the ring to create distance as the self-proclaimed Savior skulks to his feet. Starr charges in, planting a drop kick right to Seromine's chest. Kelli snags him by the head with a running bulldog.

Jerry Andrews: Boy, Kelli Starr is really taking it to Seromine tonight.

Ace Anderson: She's on fire for sure, but the match has just started.

Kelli collects her opponent from the mat, looking to send him right back down with a side Russian leg sweep, but he stiffens, blocking the move completely, and answering with a resounding short arm clothesline that drops the Candy Girl like a bad habit. Now on the offensive, the Serpentine Sermonizer yanks Dollface to her feet, tucking her head under for a Northern Lights suplex. He bolts to his feet, bringing Kelli with him for a second, then a third. On the carryover of the third suplex, he releases, sending the colorful Starr across the ring in a heap.

Seromine waits patiently as Kelli stands. He delivers a series of powerful European uppercuts that drive her to the corner. Once there, he seats Dollface on the top turnbuckle. He scales the second rope, setting her up for a Messiah-plex. He floats over for a pin attempt.

..1!

....2 - KICKOUT!

Seromine slaps the mat in frustration, but yanks Kelli to her feet to continue the onslaught. Destiny shouts at him to show Dollface the error of her ways through torture. He throws Kelli at the ropes, catching her with a tilt-a-whirl tombstone piledriver. Rather than go for another cover, he begins stomping the ever loving crap out of the cotton candy haired beauty.

Ace Anderson: 6-6-6 Stomp!

Seromine looks to finish the assault with a devastating stomp to Kelli's face, but she catches the foot. Acting swiftly, she trips the preacher to the mat with a drop toe hold, followed by a backfist to the back of his head. Kelli scrambles upright, leaping off of the second rope and connecting with a lionsault. She hooks the leg, but gets a short two count before Seromine sloughs the pin attempt.

She pulls Seromine to his feet, leaping up into the air with a driving drop kick that delivers him hard into the corner. Kelli charges in wrapping her curvaceous legs around his head and flipping backwards, reacquainting him with the mat, face first.

Jerry Andrews: Cherry on Top! Kelli's back in charge!

Kelli awaits as a groggy Seromine slowly ascends to his feet. She charges in for a spear, but the wily preacher side steps the move, sending her deep into the ring post for her trouble. Seromine rushes in, clocking her with a boot to the head to keep her off her game. Seromine snapmares Kelli out of the corner, locking in a reverse chin lock, a knee buried deep within her back for added pressure.

The zebra check Kelli for a submission, but she waves him away in spite of the agony she's in. Kelli reaches for the ropes with her feet, using all of her might to inch closer to freedom. Finally, she manages to get a toe on the rope. Gale calls for the hold to be broken, but not before Seromine puts a boot to the back of Kelli''s head as a parting gift. He pulls her upright, sending her packing with a belly-to-back release suplex.

Gathering Kelli from the mat, he attempts a short arm clothesline, but Kelli ducks under it, answering with a forearm to the noggin that staggers him back. Kelli hits the ropes for momentum, smashing a foot deep into the preacher's chest. Thinking quickly, she shimmies up the turnbuckles, leaping off with a double axe handle that wilts Seromine to the mat.

Jerry Andrews: Sugar high! Here's the cover!

Ace Anderson: NO! Only a two count!

Dollface is quick to her feet, bringing Seromine back up long enough to send him back down with a hip toss power slam. She bounces off of the second rope, dropping the bass to Seromine's chest, knocking the wind from his sails. She hooks the legs.

..1!

....2!

......3!

Your winner: "Dollface" Kelli Starr via Pinfall

Main Event

Singles Match

Dan Fierce (World ©) vs Whitey Ford

_{Referee: The Masked Official}

Jerry Andrews: And here it is, fans - - the Main Event of the evening!

Ace Anderson: Helluva match ahead, Andrews. Whitey Ford head-to-head with reigning World Champion Dan Fierce. And let’s face it: Dan Fiierce has been on a roll as of late, but this is Whitey Ford he’s found himself up against. The longest reigning International Champion and former World Champion himself.

Jerry Andrews: This is going to be a true test for Fierce, the only good thing is that this is basically an exhibition. The title is NOT on the line so he has THAT going for him ... which is nice.

The southern style guitars of ‘Bad Man’ by Bobaflex play over the PA system as strobe lights and the PCWtron flash white light to the beat of the bass drum. When the music picks up a bit, Ford slowly walks out onto the stage, arms stretched out wide to embrace the hate rained down upon him. Taking great amusement at the crowds disposition, Whitey trades words and insults with the more vocal fans before rolling under the bottom rope.

Jerry Andrews: Whitey seems to be his same old self, but the fans aren’t necessarily the most hateful we’ve seen them. In FACT, a fair number of them are responding positively to him.

Ace Anderson: Prick or not, the people recognize talent. The people appreciate effort and skill, and these are things that Whitey Ford has in abundance.

Jerry Andrews: So, Ace. We know Whitey can get the job done, how’s he gonna do it easiest against the champ?

Ace Anderson: Well, it’s an interesting matchup if you’re looking at styles, but let’s boil it down to the basics. Whitey has the height AND weight advantage. Fierce is going to try to keep the pace faster and more fluid, where Whitey has to make sure it’s more a methodical and measured affair.


The synthesized guitar thrumming of Adam Lambert's "Shady" pulse over the speakers. The entire arena is split into six colored sections of

Red

Orange

Yellow

Green

Blue

and Purple

Each section switches colors in order with each pulse of the music. As the lyrics kick in, a group of a half dozen glistening, muscle-bound men of all shapes and colors, dressed in black leather pants, and fuchsia boots dance out from the back, looking like a PCW version of Magic Mike.

Baby, I’m on the hunt
Baby, I got my target on you
Trouble, that’s what I want
And I’m gonna do
Just what I have to
Get your ass down to the front
Go on and roll it out, I dare you
Sorry I’m kinda drunk
But did you just say your game was brand new

They prance and stroll their way down to the ramp, circling the ring, and then, one by one, stopping to line the catwalk from the back to the ring in a staggered pattern. They continue to dance and gyrate in place as the song continues.

No, I ain’t broken, but I need a fix
That satisfaction when I, I get my kicks
I’m up all night, I’m outta sight
Don’t turn on the light
'Cause I’m feeling so shady lately
Come on and take me underground
Deep under the street
Come on and take me, take me down
Where freaks like us can meet

Confetti cannons at each corner of the ring and in front of the entrance explode into life. Out comes Dan Fierce! The audience gets to their feet, cheering wildly! The World Championship is strapped proudly around his waist as he saunters down the ramp.

Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up
Turn it way up, don’t stop the beat

Dan Fierce makes his way down to the ring, keeping rhythm to the music whilst taking time to appreciate the fans, and of course, the buff dancers parading him to the ring.

Come on and turn me, turn me out
'Cause I’m feeling so shady lately

Dan smiles broadly at the appreciative audience, blowing kisses and generally returning their love. Dan finally enters the ring, getting the crowd behind him on all sides.

I throw more shade than a cloudy day
The brakes don’t work, I’m just a runaway train
Somebody come and help me out,
All I wanna be is free
I was tryin’ to get down, now I can’t get out
I’m shady lately

He unbuckles the World title and strikes one final pose, holding it high in the center of the ring as the confetti cannons fire one more time, showering the ring with glitter and colorful paper.

Shady lately!

Jerry Andrews: No one makes an entrance quite like Dan Fierce, and the fans absolutely love it.

Ace Anderson; Popular opinion is fickle and shifting; can he do his thing between those ropes night in and night out? That’s the only question that anyone should ever be concerned with. And so far, I have to say Fierce can do that. Should be a good match.

Well said, Ace. With that?

DING DING!

Let’s get this road on the show.

As Dan Fierce begins to step around the outside of Whitey Ford, Whitey chuckles with a wide grin on his face ... watching closely. Dan Fierce loosening up and dancing nimbly, Ford is all like ‘Fuckit right?’ and moves in, collar-and-elbow tie-up with the champ. Jockeying for position, Ford puts his weight and height advantage to good use ... muscling the champ back into the corner. Fierce’s back pushed tight against the turnbuckles, he ducks slightly and moves to the side ... rolling the pair along the ropes.

Still trying to jockey for the lead, Whitey lands a knee to the gut because fuck dancing. Fierce doubled over, Whitey grabs his perfectly coiffed hair with both hands and yanks him up and backwards ... slamming the back of his head directly into the mat. T-Mo moving in to warn Ford about the hair grabbing, Whitey waits until he backs away before giving him a middle finger and a wink to the crowd.

Fierce pulling himself under the safety of the ropes as he recovers from the sudden stop, rubbing the back of his head gingerly ... he moves to his feet and gets right back in there with Ford in another tie-up. Jockeying for position yet again, it doesn’t take long for Dan to throw his own knee to the gut before jerking Ford to the mat by his hair.

Instead of stopping, he’s on top in a flash with a falling elbow drop floating over into a side headlock.

Wrenching in the hold, he’s looking to cut off the circulation of air and wind the challenger but Ford is undaunted and begins to force his way back towards his feet in order to get better leverage. Shoving Fierce off and into the ropes, he side-steps the rebounding champion and shoots him across one more time for good measure before landing a hard clothesline. Fierce hitting the mat, Whitey dashes to the side and picks up a head of steam as he reaches Fierce in the center of the ring ... who is ready with a hip toss that sends Whitey rolling across the canvas.

Sliding back and out of the ring, Whitey winces slightly as he attempts to stretch the muscles in his lower back out. Dan Fierce, however, is not going to let him get even a moment’s respite as he takes off across the ring and vaults over the top rope with a beautiful Tope onto Ford, sending both men sprawling to the floor.

Fierce the first to his feet, he nods in satisfaction of the effects of his fabulous dive and begins to kick at the downed challenger ... booting him in the head a few times as he starts to rise. Fierce helping Whitey to his feet, the challenger breaks the hold and begins wailing on Fierce with several heavy-handed shots that send Fierce reeling. Fierce beginning to make his way back into the ring, Ford is quick to grab him and with a waistlock applied, thrust his shoulder into the gut and push Fierce back first into the corner of the apron.

Fierce dropping to his knees with a yelp, Whitey slaps the champ a few times and dares him to do something about it. Fierce slaps Ford back with interest and Whitey is left seeing little birdies. And no, he’s not drunk. And they’re not pink elephants. Fierce rising and taking off like a bolt of lightning, spearing Ford and tackling him to the ground with several well-placed shots. Fierce isn’t much for disprespect, and Ford ... well, Whitey Ford, ladies and gentlemen.

As Dan Fierce goes to pick Ford up, he finds his lower leg trapped by Ford’s legs and within a second is face-down on the ramp with a drop toe hold holding him in place. Floating to the side, Whitey holds Dan’s face down as he fires off several knees to the ribs and near the shoulder blades. The crowd is on their feet as Whitey begins the brisk walk towards the ring but Fierce out of desperation kicks out the lower leg of Ford ... tripping him up and sending him rolling towards the barricade.

As Fierce catches wind of an urgent sound from in the ring, he begins to rise and dash towards the origin but is caught by an out-of-nowhere Rehab Spear that sends both challenger and champion crashing into the barricade. The heavy thud of flesh on other-solid-surface is punctuated by ...

DING DING DING!

... the bell ringing?

The crowd looks up in confusion from the fight at ringside as the referee is speaking with the timekeeper.

‘Ladies and gentlemen, this match has been ruled a DOUBLE COUNT-OUT ... neither man reaching the ring before the count of ten!”

A disappointed look on the faces of Dan Fierce and the fans as a whole, but Whitey Ford lets out a laugh ... a good and healthy chortle as he rises once again. Pointing at Dan Fierce with a mocking look, he wiggles his fingers as if to say ‘Ooooh so sorry’ before turning towards the ramp. But Dan Fierce is having none of it as he takes off and tackles Ford yet again. This time, there is no breaking the kerfuffle and T-Mo is right there to try and calm things down. Soon, a squadron of zebra-striped officials are on the scene.

Ace Anderson: Whitey Ford has no concern over some stupid exhibition! If it’s not for the title, why risk not only losing but injuring yourself in the process? He’s going to have a very long and healthy career if he keeps that up.

Jerry Andrews: What a let-down! Fans, it looks as though we’re out of time for the evening and as we get order back here at ringside, I urge you to check out pcwrestling.org for all your Pure Class news and up-to-the-minute updates on all the happenings. For Ace Anderson, I’m Jerry Andrews ... good night!

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