Trauma 209 Results!!!

[Nathan Saniti]

Thursday April 13th, 2017

Before the first match of the show can get underway, Jerry and Ace find themselves distracted by the rush of PCW crew to the ring. They work at a brisk pace as they set what looks to be a small pool in the center, filling it with water thereafter. Also erected is a display of Andy D’s bloodied, signature, white bucket hat, protected inside of a glass case. Surrounding that are a pair of wooden collection plates. Satisfied that they have done their job, their exit is met with the same haste as their arrival.

Commotion begins in the crowd, silenced only by the sudden sounds of an unseen organ. The instrumental being played serves as an interlude as it ushers in a group of strangers (ranging from adolescent to middle age) to the stage, each dressed in pastel colors. Their smiling faces greet the faithful as they form rows. In their hands is a leather bound songbook. The interlude switches to a popular, traditional hymn with the choir providing vocals.

What a friend we have in Seromine
All our sins and griefs to bear

His followers begin filing out from the back, pacing themselves towards the ring.

And what a privilege to carry
Everything to God in prayer…

There is a momentary pause as the cult preacher himself (and YOUR International Champion) joins everyone on stage. Seromine is beaming with joy from ear to ear as he surveys the faithful. Joining his side of course is his wife, Destiny, who as well is looking exuberant. She leads him down the ramp as the harmony resumes.

O what peace we often forfeit
O what needless pain we bear

Ever the gentleman and loving husband, he holds the ropes open for his wife, following close behind after she’s inside the ring.

All because we do not carry
Everything to God in prayer


Seromine motions for the choir and organ player to cease as he mouths the words “thank you” to the reception he receives (what that is, you decide). Seromine gazes at his followers, smiling like a proud leader of souls. The entire group is dressed in white robes with gold trim along the collar and sleeves. He finally speaks after doing his crucifix pose..

“BROTHERS AND SISTERS! Today is a most glorious, a most harmonious day! A most important night to be here. I thank you all for sharing in this event and thank the many faces watching from the safety of their homes. As you should know by now, at Mass Destruction, I notched another WIN AGAINST SIN! By defeating...her...”

Even without mentioning the name, the faithful erupt into a boisterous chant of KELLI! KELLI! KELLI! Seromine for his part does his best impression of not caring.

“Something I plan to do yet again, but this time, I’ll also strike...him down. Satan does NOT control my tongue, so those are two names that shall not be spoke in MY church here. But you, on the other hand, I know! My wife knows! My followers know! That the chants of the wicked are nothing more than you purging evil from your body! So go ahead, chant away! LET IT OUT! Drive them from your very souls and offer yourselves to the purity for God!”

KELLI STA-RR!
NATHAN SANITI!
KELLI STA-RR!
NATHAN SANITI!

Booing the cultists has proven ineffective, so the faithful instead launch mass chants of the “forbidden” names to try and rattle Seromine with. He motions two of his followers over, providing them instruction. They break from the pack and exit the ring with collection plates in hand.

“There is a welcomed name that you’ll soon sing for like a chorus of angels! There is a man I am about to bring to the ring who broke free from the perils of harm! There is a man I am about to introduce who is ready to cleanse his spirit and receive his NEW BEGINNING. The man I am about to introduce to you, my faithful, you once knew as RICHARD MAJORS...

But shall now come to praise as GABRIEL!!”

Salvation turn to face the entrance with approval as “Where Could I Go But to the Lord” by Elvis Presley serenades the former Rick Majors onto the stage. He wastes little time in walking towards the ring like a man with a new lease on life. Gabriel throws his arms out to the side, following the lead of his newfound family. Gabriel steps through the ropes, ignoring the chorus of boos he receives as he has more important matters to concern himself with. One by one, he meets with the other followers. Then Destiny. Then the serpentine preacher himself. Seromine motions for him to be led to the body of water.

“God IS GOOD! In his holy name, the past failures of Brother Gabriel shall be forgiven. From this moment forward, he no longer have the weight of the world on his shoulders. For he has SEEN the light! He has embraced what I teach everyone and now has accepted Salvation into his heart...and soul. Now, my lovely faithful, tonight’s lesson. Titus, Chapter Three, Verse Five says: He saved us, not on the basis of deeds which we have done in righteousness, but according to his mercy, by the washing of regeneration and renewing by the Holy Spirit.”

Seromine pulls the mic down as he moved by the scripture. He can be heard mouthing the word “Hallelujah” as he turns his focus towards his former enemy-turned-ally. Two of his followers have Gabriel propped in front of the pool, ready to lower him into the water upon instruction. Sister Hannah is bestowed the honor of recital. Taking the microphone from her leader, he motions for everyone to bow their heads.

“From all who are baptized in water and the Holy Spirit, you have formed one people, united in your presence. You have set us free and filled our hearts with the Spirit of your Love, that we may live in peace. You call those who have been baptized to announce the Good News of Enlightenment to people everywhere. Amen.”

Everyone is heard giving an Amen as Seromine gives the green light to submerge Gabriel in the waiting water. Just as fast as he’s lowered, he’s pulled back up and out to applause from everyone. Seromine’s music starts again as he embraces his newest follower. The group depart the ring as the crew return to clear the ring.


Jerry Andrews: Ooooooookay… Well, that certainly wasn’t the usual show opening.

Ace Anderson: I have to say that I think this is a PCW first; kicking things off with Seromine baptising Rick Majors into the fold.

Jerry Andrews: And now Majors wants to be called Gabriel. I...

Ace checks his drink suspiciously. Jerry looks at him with silent wonder and annoyance.

Jerry Andrews: What the hell are you doing?

Ace Anderson: I’m making sure that this isn’t Kool-Aid. Not sure I want to fall for Seromine’s cultist ways.

Jerry Andrews: Well, in spite of the oddball beginning, we do have a helluva show in store for you!

Ace Anderson: Yep! We’re kicking off the Icemann Invitational Tournament tonight!

Jerry Andrews: In fact, I’d say there’s no time like the present to start things off!



“Nobody’s Real,” by Powerman 5000 roars over the airwaves. Ace Anderson gets a defeated look on his face as he palms it.


Ace Anderson: Oh no. Please tell me THAT guy isn’t back.

Jerry Andrews: You don’t like the Lunatic?

Ace Anderson: I’d rather gargle glass than watch this tool in action.

Jerry Andrews: Harsh.


Lunatic comes out in a straight jacket. Once the drum solo hits, he tears the arms free and a bolt of lightning emanates from each arm with a loud crackle. He doffs the jacket to reveal the rest of his new ring attire; Electric blue unitard with a smiley on the front, lightning bolts down the sides, and yellow boots. He literally whooshes down to the ring, both arms extended towards the ceiling, until he reaches the steps. Once there, he leaps up each step individually with a mighty "WOO HOO!," whooping like Daffy Duck at the top before climbing through.

Lunatic grabs a mic.


Ace Anderson: Oh goody. He’s going to speak.

Lunatic: I’m all back and stuff! And when I heard I was going to be going against my beloved Alexa, how could I resist. She’s all purty.

Lunatic drops the mic, bouncing up and down in anticipation, his puppy love filled eyes glued to the entrance ramp.

The arena goes dark as the lights pulse in time to “Lost in Time,” by Celldweller. With the lights pulsing, a form can be seen kneeling on the ramp with one fist pressed against the stage floor. As the tempo increases and the lyrics begin the stage explodes in light and smoke as Alexandra Tamora leaps to her feet and raises an arm in the air.

As she strides confidently down the ramp she reaches out to the fans, slapping hands as she goes. At the bottom of the ramp she speeds up and leaps from the floor to the ring apron. The turnbuckles launch silver and blue streaks of fire as she lands on the apron. Turning to face the ramp, she stretches her arms out and rolls backwards into the ring.

Once in the ring she gives the far ropes a quick test bounce and comes back to the front of the ring, once more raising her arm with a confident smirk. As the music begins to fade, a disheartened look crosses Lunatic’s face.

Match One

Icemann Invitational Tournament Qualifying Match

Singles Match

Lunatic vs. Alexandra Tamora

Referee: The Masked Referee

The referee rings the bell and before anything can happen Lunatic drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring, leaving Alexandra Tamora standing alone and looking confused. Lunatic kicks the air in frustration and with his hands on his hips begins to march around the ring.

Ace Anderson: Is…is he pouting?

Alexandra looks helplessly at the referee who can only shrug and begins counting.

1…

2…

3…

4…

Jerry Andrews: I think he is, Ace. I think our resident Lunatic got his Alex’s confused. If you recall he used to be pretty infatuated with Alexa Black.

Ace Anderson: ~shudders~

Lunatic gets to the other side of the ring and turns his back on Alexandra while stomping his feet. Alexandra rolls her eyes and breaks for the ropes. Picking up speed as she rebounds and drops into a baseball slide, sending Lunatic careening off the announce table. Alexandra finishes sliding out of the ring and breaks the count.

Ace Anderson: Thank god. I mean I would have been fine if Lunatic had just up and left but I’m also okay if he gets beat up a little bit first.

The new girl throws the fallen wackadoo back into the ring, following him in and laying in a few kicks for good measure. She pulls him to his feet and wraps her arms around his waist, looking for a german suplex. Lunatic blocks and responds with a suplex of his own, throwing Alexandra overhead and bridging for a very early pin attempt.

1…

Alex presses out, sending Looney bouncing to the other side of the ring.

Jerry Andrews: A rather brazen pin attempt from Lunatic, there’s no way he could have thought that would be enough.

Ace Anderson: Who knows what that maniac is thinking? He probably doesn’t even know where he’s at.

Alexandra gets to her feet only to find Lunatic literally standing on his head in the corner. She looks to referee for any sign but the masked official once again shrugs helplessly. Lunatic finally notices her paying attention and walks out of the corner on his hands.

Ace Anderson: This man is a disgrace to the noble history of pro-wrestling! This is this poor woman’s very first match and he’s making a mockery of it.

Jerry Andrews: I’d argue that he’s just giving her first match a memorable twist, Ace.

Ace Anderson: A second powder packet in your ramen is a memorable twist. Vanilla mixing with chocolate is a memorable twist. This is just deplorable.

Lunatic continues to balance on his hands but sticks his tongue out at the befuddles Alexandra. Clearly tired of the game she again goes for the waist lock and this time cinches it in tight. Lunatic kicks helplessly as Alex effortlessly tosses him to the mat with a thundering gutwrench suplex. Alexandra doesn’t give the looney luchador any breathing room as she pulls him back to his feet. She lifts him to her shoulders and drives him back into the mat with a powerbomb.

Jerry Andrews: Some impressive power from the rookie, Alex Tamora.

To the surprise of everyone, especially to Lunatic, she doesn’t let go after the initial powerbomb and muscles him back up to her shoulders and slams him down again.

Ace Anderson: Two powerbombs in a row from Alex Tamora, you weren’t kidding, Jerry, that is at least ninety percent of an Ace Anderson-esque power level.

Jerry Andrews: Did you just describe yourself as a unit of measurement?

Ace Anderson: So what if I did, Andrews? So what if I did?

With a grunt of effort, Alex again lifts Lunatic back up from the mat to her shoulders. She smashes him down for a third and final powerbomb, this time pressing his shoulders to the mat for a pin attempt.

1…

2…

Lunatic kicks out.

Jerry Andrews: One powerbomb is enough to rattle your insides, I can’t imagine taking three in a row like that.

Ace Anderson: Neither can Lunatic and he just did.

Alexandra pulls Lunatic, who is understandably woozy, and whips him into the ropes. Lunatic rebounds off the ropes and is able to duck a clothesline from Alex. He bounces off the far ropes, building speed, and ducks a second clothesline attempt. He leaps for the second ropes and sticks the landing, bouncing back and over Alex before grabbing her waist and pulling her into a spectacular modified schoolboy roll-up.

1..

2..

Tamora kicks out!

Jerry Andrews: Lunatic nearly stole one there with that impressive flying squirrel-esque pin attempt.

The looney one is fired up as he gets all the way back to his base as Alex is still finding her feet. Not wasting any time he again takes to the air and plants a blistering Pele Kick to the side of Alex’s head. Alex is rocked and Looney looks to take advantage with an Irish whip of his own. Alexandra hits the ropes, running full bore at Lunatic who catches her with a snap powerslam. Looney jumps to his feet, and with his fists pumping into the air, begins running victory laps around the inside of the ring.
Ace Anderson: What the actual hell?

Alex gets back to her feet after the powerslam and is jostled as Lunatic, who clearly wasn’t paying attention, runs into her. With a wild gleam in his eye, the Wild Loon begins to hoot, holler, and generally carry on as he clamps his hand over Alex’s shoulder. It’s the dreaded Screaming Bejeesus!

Alex looks from Lunatic to his hand in confusion. Realization dawns on the Looney one and all he can do is smile helplessly and let out an audible gulp. Alex shrugs and begins to lay into Lunatic with a series of vicious rights that rock the crazy one (not to be confused with the Crazy Boy). After five or so blows to the head Alex whips him into the ropes, using his return momentum to send him flying into the air with a flapjack. After some impressive hang time Lunatic starts crashing back to earth but Alex is right there, catching him with a jaw shattering European Uppercut in mid-air.

Jerry Andrews: I don’t know who’s more confused, me or Lunatic. We’ve seen him end matches with that nerve hold before but it didn’t seem to have any effect on Alex Tamora.

Ace Anderson: Oh it had an effect, Jerry. It pissed her off. Besides, I can tell you exactly why that stupid nerve hold didn’t have any effect. He missed!

Lunatic gasps for air laying on the ground, a glazed look in his eyes. Alex has clearly had enough as she’s right on him, dragging him back to his base and setting up for yet another powerbomb. She lifts him back to her shoulders but this time drops to the mat as she brings Lunatic spine first into her knees as her powerbomb turns into a wicked lungblower.

Jerry Andrews: Good lord, what a move. According to my notes, she calls that the Spatial Distortion.

Ace Anderson: I don’t care what she calls it, I call it the no, ow, god no.

Alex rolls over and hooks Lunatic’s leg. The Masked Referee slides in to make the count.

1…

2…

3…

Here is your winner, Alexandra Tamora!

Jerry Andrews: Well congratulations to the young rookie, Alexandra Tamora in what was certainly a unique match. I doubt she’ll ever forget-

Before Jerry Andrews can finish his platitude a young man in a doctor’s coat steps onto the stage flanked by two nice young men in clean white coats. Without a word the Doctor points to the ring and the orderlies charge into action, sliding under the ropes and immediately wrestling Lunatic down, trying to force him into a straight jacket.

Ace Anderson: Well if she thought her first match was memorable before you can be damned sure she’ll never forget it now. Au Revoir and good riddance, Lunatic.

Lunatic is yelling, kicking, and screaming as the two orderlies drag him up the ramp, leaving Alex and the Referee alone in the ring horribly, horribly confused.

Ace Anderson: Can we go to commercial break now? Please?

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. Tonight he has a certain title belt slung over his shoulder. Gold and other precious metals reflect the arena lights and scatter the spectrums in an assault of shifting colors. The Lord of Misrule closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before making the long walk down the ramp, dead set 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, balancing the massive belt as he does so. Instead of hopping up onto a turnbuckle, he merely turns slowly in the center of the ring, casting his gaze out over the crowd. Grimm reaches and pulls a microphone out of a back pocket.

“My old friend…”

He jerks the belt off his shoulder and runs his face along the length of it, taking an almighty sniff, reveling in the aroma of gold and leather and polish. Those glacier eyes flutter at the agony and ecstasy that the belt has absorbed over the years.

“Before we go any further, yes, I have been cleared to compete tonight. Sledgehammers and timekeeper bells and glitter bombs, oh my…”

He crooks his head, stretching his neck this way and that.

“Now, there are those who are tired of seeing me with this particular belt. I can’t say that I blame you. I mean, six times…”

The Hangtown Horror gives his best approximation of a shrug.

“The thing is, there are a series of checks and balances to keep me from walking out here with this thing over and over again.”

Grimm counts off with his fingers.

“You can beat me in tournaments and battle royals. You can beat me in number one contender matches. You can beat me in title matches.”

He stops his circling.

“All you have to do is beat me.”

Grimm resumes the pacing, widening the circumference as he goes.

“Exceedingly difficult at times, yes, but not impossible. I’ve lost it four times. I’ve had it stripped once when the federation closed its doors. Lord willing and the creek don’t rise, PCW will stay open long enough for me to lose it again.”

“Unless I don’t.”

He turns his attention to the ramp and the curtains and the backstage beyond.

“But I know there are any number of you back there, some more so than others, who are chomping at the bit to come and take this from me -- whether you deserve it or not. So know that whenever the front office decides it’s time, and whomever they decide merits it, I’ll be right here in this ring.”

“Take advantage of your opportunities, friends.”

Grimm walks to the ropes.

“Come try and take it.”

The southern guitar riff of Bobaflex's "Bad Man" starts to play over the loudspeakers, and the fans actually stand up with a mostly positive reaction! Whitey Ford wastes no time making an appearance, even strolling out onto the stage before the harder part of the song kicks in. He's dressed in his wrestling gear, black cargo shorts and black wrestling boots...but the only difference is he's sporting an obviously fake red beard over his chin. The white elastic strap can be seen stretching over his temples to the back of his head. Ford stands at the top of the ramp, grim faced (yes, pun intended,) staring down at the man who may or may not be his toughest opponent over the years. Whitey takes one step towards the ring, and the fans clamor in excitement, ready to see a war. Grimm, however, doesn't move, only returning the stony gaze. Ford takes another step...then breaks into his infamous childish-yet-malevolent grin, pulling a microphone out of one of his pockets.

"Come down to the ring? You mean...that ring? No, no...you mean...MY ring."

This gets a smattering of approval from the fans. Years of Whitey being a terrible person still makes it hard for some of the older, more faithful PCW fans to trust him or even get behind him against someone as notorious as Grimm. Whitey raises his free arm out, as if to accept defeat, to his side.

"You're right Grimm. All I have to do is go down there and beat you. That's it, which is why you strike me as so unremarkable sometimes. The almighty Grimm, whose name makes people shudder just to hear it...but I've always had your number. I took the International Championship from you and held onto it for the longest in PCW history, just because I fucking could."

Ford points towards the ring, his smile fading in playfulness but growing in a sinister way, but only slightly.

"Now, I want you to cherish this moment. Cherish this whole night, my friend! You beat Dan Fierce, a far more capable champion than you. Congratulations, Grimm. You lost the most important part of you in that match though...the part of you where I'm tempted to believe you gather most of your power from..." Whitey runs his hand through the fake beard, nodding to the crowd at the light laughter that follows.

"The fact that you're a six time champion means that you have been beaten five god damned times, and each of those names have faded out...lost, obscure. Your name is only known because you just won't quit...not because you've ever been the best of anything, you've just outlasted the shining stars. Just because your fire has burned the longest doesn't mean jack shit. Because I...am...still...here."

Whitey loses his grin, and he takes a few more steps down the entrance ramp. The crowd is really getting amped up, waiting to see if they're going to see a fireworks show. Ford stops about halfway, before speaking more quietly into the microphone...his words dripping of promise and confidence.

"Cherish it, you son of a bitch. Just know that because of me, you're going to be a seventh time champion...and just like your asshole brother, you only took a championship belt from me because I fucking LET you."

Whitey lets the microphone drop, and everyone is on their feet! Whitey stands silent and motionless, staring down the World Champion who only returns the cold glare. Grimm lays the title belt at his feet, takes a step back, and holds out his hands. Why, he’s daring Whitey Ford to come on down! "Bad Man" strikes up again, however, and Whitey relinquishes the staredown to let his smile return, and he holds out his arms as if to say that tonight is not the night, shaking his head as he backs up the entrance ramp. Grimm’s jaw grows taut as his teeth clench. He nods and mouths, “I'll be right here whenever you're ready.”

Jerry Andrews: Looks like Whitey Ford is drawing a line in the sand.

Ace Anderson: Ford had better be careful what he wishes for. Grimm’s not the kind to back down from a challenge. But one has to wonder, how does the Fabulous One feel about all of this? He’s been silent since he lost the title. He may nt take too kindly to Ford cutting in when he has a rematch coming.

Jerry Andrews: Very true, Ace. Hopefully, those questions will be answered soon. In the meantime, it’s time for our second Icemann Invitational match. This one has a Mystery Entrant. Any guesses who it could be, Ace?

Ace Anderson: Difficult to tell. It could be Alexa Black. She’s been gone for a while. What better time than now to make her return? Or maybe it’s Justin Kaard. He’s no stranger to the top of the card.

Jerry Andrews: All valid guesses. I’m chomping at the bit to find out myself.

Match Two

Icemann Invitational Tournament Qualifying Match

Singles Match

Warwyk vs. Mystery Entrant 1

Referee: Tyrone Little

Silence. The tin whistle begins to play a very captivating melody. Lights fade away.

Ace Anderson: Well, Jerry .... that means it’s time for our second Icemann Invitational qualifying match of the evening!

Jerry Andrews: Right you are, Ace. Our first hopeful is Warwyk. He’s gotta be pumped about this opportunity.

Just as soon as the lights go completely out a wicked drum best begins to play, the lights pulse with the music. "Devil's Dance Floor" by Flogging Molly blasts over the P.A. system as Warwyk comes sprinting from behind the curtains with the flag of Ireland waving furiously above him!

Warwyk wastes no time talking shit to people in the crowd pointing at his flag yelling, "YOU AINT SHITE!"

Jerry Andrews: Always some choice words for the brash Warwyk to the fans.

Ace Anderson: You know, though? The fans eat it up. They always have.

He shakes their insults off and turns his attention back to the ring which he sprints too. Leaving the flag, he leaps onto the ring apron and just as quick over the top ropes ... boxing the air. Warwyk climbs a turnbuckle holding his arms above his head yelling insults at the PCW faithful as his music finally dies out.

The crowd turns towards the entrance way. The speculation has been non-stop on who the mystery entrants are for the tournament and, surprisingly, not a single leak has emerged pointing towards who it may be. There have been hints that it might be a certain masked behemoth or perhaps a winged horse, hell ... even a Slithering snake or a hidden-in-plain-sight commentator. None are expecting what happens next.

“SCUM OF... THE EARTH... COME ON!”

The heavy beat of drums and harsh guitars kick in immediately after hearing the voice of Rob Zombie screaming over the PA system. The arena lights pulsate with red strobe to the music and out of the crowd emerges a ruckus of fans clamouring at the body of the 'Born Psycho', Non Compos Mentis. NCM pushes past the fans in the stands and charges to the security barrier.

Ace Anderson: HOLY S***! Jerry ... it’s ...

Jerry Andrews: NON COMPOS MENTIS!

“YEAH! RUN AND KILL, DESTROY THE WILL, A HERO THAT DOESN’T EXIST! YEAH! SMOKING GUN, WELL I AM THE ONE, A BULLET HOLE IN YOUR FIST! YEAH!”

Non Compos Mentis vaults over the barrier and throws himself into the ring under the bottom rope. Immediately he pulls himself up onto the middle turnbuckle and stretches out his arms with menacing confidence as the refrain hits.

“I’M BREATHING! I’M BLEEDING! I’M SCREAMING! SCUM OF… THE EARTH… COME ON! I’M BREATHING! I’M BLEEDING! I’M SCREAMING! SCUM OF… THE EARTH… COME ON!”

The powerful, frenzied beat goes on as NCM climbs back into the ring and sends a deviously focused look toward the referee before removing his black, sleeveless coat and handing it over, then retreating to his corner in readiness for the match to come ... staring daggers into Warwyk. Warwyk ... looking slightly perplexed at the arrival of a name he had not anticipated. A man he’s only heard stories of, never having fully experienced the mania of Mentis. No better time than the present ...

DING DING!

Warwyk is quick to move to the center of the ring, taking up residence as the center and forcing NCM to move around the outside. However, NCM has different ideas in mind and moves to the center of the ring and standing nose to nose with his opponent. Warwyk, as usual, talking himself up and displaying quite Alpha behavior, finds a brick wall in NCM. NCM’s only response is to raise a single hand. Not necessarily for the crowd response he gets ... but to challenge the brash fighter to a test of strength.

Warwyk casts a glance at the hand and nods, raising his own hand to link digits with NCM. The second hand beginning to find NCM’s free one, the two lock and instantly are chest-to-chest. Veins popping and muscles straining, the grimace on each man’s face betraying the pure power in their actions. As they jockey for advantage, Warwyk begins to get the slow and jagged upperhand, the adrenaline having a helping hand in creating the small disparity. NCM, however, looks unfazed and before ANYONE can react ... has the Irishman kneeling and looking to escape. NCM standing dominant in his position, Warwyk does what any normal man in this situation would do and shoots his head forward into NCM’s gut.

Quite close to the belt line, the referee is quick to move in and check ... throwing a warning to Warwyk. He seems unconcerned as he shakes out his fingers and wrists, NCM gasping and sputtering at the abdominal assault. Warwyk moves in like the cagey fighter he is and proceeds to exploit the slight chink in the defense of NCM, landing several heavy shots to the bread basket.

Ace Anderson: A FANTASTIC strategy, Jerry! When a man returns from an extended hiatus, what’s the one question everyone has? STAMINA. Conditioning. Cardio. Not only is he testing that, but he’s getting a nice foothold in a longer match. He knows that at THIS moment, the long game favors HIM because of it.

Jerry Andrews: An excellent analysis, Ace.

Ace Anderson: You expected anything different?

Jerry Andrews: A heavy-handed and generally lame/boring/douchebro joke?

Ace Anderson: ...

As Warwyk wears down the core of NCM, NCM stuns everyone and lashes out with a huge short arm lariat that drops Warwyk flat on his back. As Warwyk moves towards a kneeling position, NCM is already on his feet ... shooting off quick, stiff boots to the head. The collection of cranial kicks catching the cocky kid, NCM finally lets him get to his feet before roughly shoving him into the nearest corner and unloading on Warwyk with punches and chops, headbutts and topping the whole thing off by spitting into his hands and gouging the eyes.

Ew.

As Warwyk staggers out of the corner past NCM, he makes it roughly to the middle of the ropes before NCM takes off in a dash ... shoving Warwyk through the ropes and onto the apron. Stopping on a dime, NCM takes off across the ring and builds up steam before charging headlong towards the Belfast Brawler and throwing a shoulder into his back ... plunging him down and into the ringside barricade.

The heavy thud creating a visceral response from the fans in the front row, Warwyk crumples into a heap on the floor with NCM quick to retrieve his roadkill. Hurling him back into the ring under the ropes, NCM follows but meets a boot to the head from the seated prey. A second boot thuds off of the skull and stops NCM long enough for Warwyk to get to his feet. A surge of energy and Warwyk is across the ring. Rebounding off the ropes, a running Yakuza kick is in NCM’s near future ... just not at the hands of Warwyk as he ducks the blow and rushes with his OWN Yakuza kick ... flattening him on the canvas.

NCM looking over to the crowd and back to his opponent, it seems his plans have changed. Originally contemplating a pin attempt, he stops and motions for the crowd to quieten down . As Warwyk begins to stand, NCM takes off behind Warwyk and as soon as he is on a knee, NCM blasts him in the back of the head with an outstretched knee. A Psychotic Break and Warwyk is left motionless on the mat!

With a heavy tug, Warwyk is flipped onto his back and NCM hooks the leg.

1!

2!

... 3!

DING DING DING!

Winner: Non Compos Mentis 

Ace Anderson: And there we have it! A returning Non Compos Mentis shocks the world and defeats Warwyk to throw his name into the hat and become a part of the Icemann Invitational Tournament!

Jerry Andrews: A hard hitting fight for sure, Ace. And somehow, I get the feeling that this isn’t the last time we’ll see these two square off.


Scene switches backstage to show Kyle Shane walking. He's carrying the Underground title with him. He's in his ring gear, and seems to be hearing himself up for his big main event match against Grimm tonight. But as he continues his walk, he spots someone off camera, and he cracks a cocky grin. He walks over and taps a familiar woman on the shoulder, and leans in closely, obnoxiously singsonging "Guess whoooo". The figure turns and we see that it is Olivia Xavier.



Olivia Xavier: It looks like it's someone who clearly hasn't learned anything about boundaries.



Kyle, despite himself, chuckles.



Kyle Shane: Good, yeah, listen, I was thinking. We had our flap at Mass Destruction. Now a lot of words were said, some of them harsh...



Olivia sucks her teeth like she's tasting something unpleasant. Kyle's grating demeanor has that effect.



Olivia Xavier: I do remember. You said I was fake, and weak, and that I couldn't win a match without help. And that you were going to brutalize me when it came time for our match for the title.



Kyle falters for the first time. He knew he was harsh in his criticism of her, but he didn't expect her to be angry about it.



Kyle Shane: I... did say all that, yeah.



Olivia Xavier: And yet, when we faced, I took it to you myself and beat your as all over the arena. You only won because you snuck one move in on a practice ring backstage and took advantage.[/color]



Kyle bristles at insinuation that he was about to lose. Even if he likes the girl a little bit, his who won't allow him to admit that he was nearly losing. And again he's getting angry that she's twisting his words against him.



Kyle Shane: I wouldn't say I took advantage of anything. Look, I just was saying, Mass Destruction is over, it's done, you lost. I think now that that's behind us we should try this again.



Olivia turns fully to face him, eye to eye



Olivia Xavier: I agree. We SHOULD try this again. One more time. You and me. For that title.



She pokes the belt on his shoulder hard enough to make him fling his arm back. Kyle, aggravated and protective of his belt, his baby, sneers at her. The soft side he was projecting at first when he was trying to mend fences with her falls away and again the arrogant side of him, the business side of being a champion, rears its head.



Kyle Shane: Uh, yeah, Im going to have to think about that. I meam, you DID lose, Liv. You lost your place in line.



Olivia Xavier: Awww look at the little Game Boy. I've hurt his pride. What's the matter champ, I thought you relished taking on any challenge.



Kyle scoffs, irritated. He knows she is pushing his buttons and he's still falling into it.



Kyle Shane: I do like a challenge, and I'm always willing to step up to the plate. Tonight is the start of The Icemann Invitational Tournament, a tournament I entered with the full intention of winning it all. Im going to take on and beat the best this fed has to offer while you're at the back of the line, facing also rans like Wasp.



Olivia snarls at Kyle, who gets in her face, pushing her buttons just as much now.



Kyle Shane: And tonight, in the main event, I'm going to beat our World Champion, Grimm. There ain't no level that the God of Game can't conquer and plat. None. There is NO challenge too big for me. Take my word for it, kid.



Kyle turns, and he bumps into a large figure standing in his way, breathing heavily. Kyle is disturbed to see Hiroshi Yukio standing there, staring down at him.



Kyle Shane: Watch it, mouth breather. The champ is coming through.



Hiroshi stares at Kyle with a withering look. Kyle looks back at Olivia, who is looking over at him with a barely concealed look of amusement.



Olivia Xavier: No challenge too big, huh?



Kyle mutters to himself. Hiroshi stands there, arms folded over his massive chest, saying nothing. Kyle takes his belt and looks at both of them. Then he speaks, subdued, a little chagrined.



Kyle Shane: ...Yeah I'll see you out there.



Olivia looks on after Kyle as the scene switches elsewhere.

Match Three

Icemann Invitational Tournament Qualifying Match

Singles Match

Olivia Xavier vs. Wasp

Referee: Nigel Gale

Jerry Andrews: So much history is packed into this tournament, the winners have all gone on to be great champions, Ace.


Ace Anderson: You’ve got that right, and both of our competitors tonight are looking for a career renaissance, for different reasons.


As the overhead lights slowly begin to dim, the blended synth and violin opening of "Quicksilver," by The Cruxshadows hits the sound system. Amidst the pulsating beat, the deep and resonant voice of Rogue himself makes itself known, intoning over the music as the arena goes dark. The full-blown blackout is timed with when he finishes and the song itself briefly goes silent.

I should be ashamed for what you've done to me.

It's only happened because I let it be...but no more.

As the instrumental bridge picks back up after that pause, green and white sparks tumbling down from the ceiling to form a veritable curtain of illumination-- and before it stands Olivia Xavier herself, visible only as a silhouette due to the falling pyros behind her. Even without a clear sight of her, the crowd can be heard cheering for her, albeit not as loudly as they would more established fan favorites. Her shoulders square and her hands at her sides, she remains as still as can be until the sparks taper off to nothing and the chorus picks up with a vengeance.

I'm taking back my love, taking back my pride,

taking back my dreams... and my life.

This is the ground I will defend.

A rage of angels bears the end.

White and green lights flash along both sides of the ramp as the overhead lights come back up to partial illumination to augment the two colors. Spurred into motion by the sound of the vocals kicking in, Olivia's fists thrust themselves into the air for a moment before she's making her way down the ramp. The fans aren't completely ignored, a hand slapped here or there-- but when she reaches the bottom of the ramp, she pauses, her head turning in either direction to take in the crowd.

I'm taking back my hope, taking back my goals,

taking back my memories... and my soul.

This brand is forged to my crusade.

Quicksilver, the future belongs to the brave.

Once she's seen as much as she wants to see, Olivia suddenly surges forward with a burst of speed in order to smoothly slide into the ring on her stomach. Quickly climbing to her feet, a few strides carry her over to her corner of the ring. She climbs onto the second set of ropes, she once again surveys the crowd before she's hopping down and going through a few basic stretches, her music fading as she waits for the match to begin.


Jerry Andrews: Here you see a woman in Olivia Xavier who was so close to winning the Underground Championship at Mass Destruction, and she put on the performance of a lifetime, and now finds herself on the outs with the champion, Kyle Shane.


Ace Anderson: You got that right, partner, and I can think of no better way for her to rebound than with a decisive victory, moving on into the Iceman Invitational.





The Wasp may be a bit older, but he certainly likes to get right into things. The fans may not like him, but he loves the attention. When they boo him, he soaks in it and they usually start as he comes to the ring, the lights flickering on and off. He walks tall and quickly and motions for the fans to get even louder, even though they are booing. He hops over the ropes and goes straight to a corner and climbs the turnbuckle and gives the fans the finger, as the booing has usually reached a deafening level.


Jerry Andrews: We haven’t seen the Wasp in so long here in PCW, but he answered the call when the time came for TIIT.


Ace Anderson: Remember what we said about a career renaissance, this is a man who’s had some minor success as a singles competitor, but if he could get out of the gates here and make a name for himself, then he’s looking for a jump to the next level.


Jerry Andrews: And a paycheck, because he’s presumably been unemployed.


Ace Anderson: Yes, and that.


The bell rings and both competitors step up to each other as the referee tells them to keep it clean. The Wasp smirks and looks at Olivia. He mouths some condescending smack talk. Olivia sneers. Wasp lumbers towards her, but Olivia shoots in for an amateur takedown attempt, but Wasp spins out of it. For a moment, they jockey for position, and then he sweeps her legs from under her, but before he can mount her, she quickly slips out. She attempts to clamp Wasp in a facelock, but he spins out of it. Olivia and Wasp square off against each other, in a standoff.


Jerry Andrews: It's started with an exchange of holds, but you can bet that won't end there.


Olivia fires a flurry of martial arts kicks at Wasp, starting with his hamstrings. Wasp takes a kick to the midsection, and then Olivia takes Wasp down with a leg sweep and then she slaps on a leg grapevine. Wasp breaks the hold immediately by getting to the ropes. Olivia lifts Wasp up and gives him a dragon whip, then attempting another, and holding onto his leg she lifts him up, and gives him a third dragon whip, hanging onto his leg before trying for a single leg crab. Wasp won't let Olivia turn him over, shoving her off. Olivia goes flying into the corner and hits chest first, and she falls back to the mat. Wasp axehandles her over the back before she can get up. Wasp takes a moment to boot Olivia down and then he sticks his boot on Olivia's throat and begins choking her. He pulls down on the top rope as he pushes down with his boot. The ref warns Wasp, but Wasp ignores him.


Ace Anderson: From what we know of Wasp’s past history, he is willing to get dirty and he is willing to get mean. As in, "the ends justify the - "


Wasp lifts Olivia up and he goes for an Irish whip. Olivia ducks a clothesline on the bounce back, then she runs to the ropes and hit Wasp with a flying forearm smash. Olivia nips up to her feet and as Wasp gets up, she takes him down with a leg lariat. Olivia hits a standing shooting star press on the prone Wasp, then covers.


One ... kickout.


Olivia goes to lift Wasp up but Wasp cuts her off with a stiff European uppercut. Wasp takes a few steps away as he rubs his chin, and then he angrily starts stomping on Olivia. He lifts her up, and whips her to the turnbuckle. Olivia hits back first and stumbles out right into a heavy clothesline. Wasp shakes his arm out from the impact. Wasp plants Olivia on her back with a scoop slam. Wasp lifts Olivia and powers her down with a snap suplex, and then hangs on to her head as he drags her back up and nails a side suplex. Finally, Wasp drops an elbow across her back, locking in a rear chinlock. The ref checks on Olivia, who flails her arms around in the air. Wasp drops his rear down on Olivia's lower back. Olivia is pulled up, and Wasp gives her a gutwrench suplex. He covers.


One... kickout.


Wasp grips Olivia and locks her in a guillotine chokehold. Olivia's arm flails. Wasp grinds it in, using his longer legs to coil around the smaller woman. Olivia refuses to give up, rocking back and forth, so Wasp simply releases the hold. Wasp then lifts Olivia, hitting a double underhook backbreaker. Wasp lifts Olivia up, and begins peppering her with right hands, backing his smaller opponent up to the ropes. Olivia ducks a right and sweeps in and gives him a kick to the hamstring, then another, and another. She tries for one more, but Wasp grabs her foot and flings her around in a circle. Olivia, dazed, pulls herself up on the ropes. Wasp tells her to come on. Olivia ducks under Wasp's outstretched hands and gives him a forearm shot to the mouth, then she lights up his legs with a few kicks, including a straight stomp right on the knee. Olivia backs up to the ropes, but Wasp gives Olivia a back drop that sends her sailing high into the air and crashing down on the mat. Olivia shouts in pain and holds her lower back. Wasp lifts her up with ease and plants Olivia with a scoop slam. Olivia grits her teeth and hisses in pain, as she holds her lower back. Wasp lifts Olivia back up, clubbing her over the back a few times, which completely floors Olivia. Wasp irish whips her to the ropes, and as she comes back off Wasp swings for a clothesline but Olivia ducks under it and keeps running to the opposite ropes. She flings herself at Wasp for a Thesz press, but Wasp catches onto her in midair, holding her in a bear hug of sorts before lowering her across his knee with a Manhattan drop. Olivia sits down on Wasp's knee, as Wasp pulls her into a facelock and drops her to the mat with a DDT. Wasp then rolls over on top of Olivia, attempting to lock on a crossface. Olivia reaches out quickly and scoots to the ropes before the hold can be fully applied. The ref tells Wasp to break the hold and he does, holding his hands up innocently. Wasp lifts Olivia up, and whips her into the corner. He comes in looking for a corner splash but Olivia quickly slips out so that she's halfway onto the apron, sitting on the middle rope with her legs out. Wasp hits the turnbuckle and staggers backwards. He turns towards Olivia, to one side, and she tilts back and brings her legs up, connecting right in his face. Wasp stumbles back, and Olivia gets back into the ring. She gets a running start and then dropkicks Wasp right in the knee.


Jerry Andrews: I think Olivia has found her own strategy as a way to take Wasp down.


Ace Anderson: It's like chopping down a lanky redwood that's like 1/4 neck and beard.


Olivia grabs Wasp's leg and hooks his foot under her arm as if for a DDT and then drops back, slamming in on the mat. Wasp grimaces and holds his leg and knee. Olivia straightens the leg out and then drops a knee across the leg. Then she puts all her weight on it as she grabs his foot and bends upwards, twisting it. Wasp groans and tries to push her off. He reaches for her, but she moves back out of his reach. Our official for the evening asks if Wasp gives up, but Wasp says no. Wasp swings at her, but again Olivia moves her head back, as she continues twisting upwards on his leg. Again, the ref asks if Wasp will give up, but he refuses. Finally, Olivia releases the hold. She gets to her feet and gives Wasp a low straight kick right to the sternum as he sits up. After she knocks Wasp down on the mat, she runs off the ropes, and leg drops him across the throat. Wasp rolls around, holding his throat. Olivia pins him.


One... kickout.


Wasp gets to one knee, as Olivia boots him down a little. Suddenly, Wasp comes out with a European uppercut that nearly knocks her head off. Wasp gets to his feet, limping a bit. Wasp turns Olivia around and clubs her over the back. He hooks her head and lifts her up into a vertical suplex. He holds on for a moment, stalling and turning her around as he holds her up in the air in a display of strength, before bringing her crashing down to the mat. Wasp rests, then sees Olivia has rolled over to play rope-a-dope by hanging under the bottom ropes. Wasp's face is deadly serious as he paces around, staring at her. Wasp pulls Olivia back up into a waistlock, and begins giving her a German suplex. Olivia scrambles over to the ropes and grabs on to the top rope, holding on for dear life and attempting to block it. Wasp clubs her across the back a few times, as he tries to suplex her, but she hangs on. The ref tells them to break it up out of the ropes. Wasp and the ref argue for a moment, as Olivia continues holding onto the ropes. Wasp finally turns back to Olivia, who slips out onto the apron and gives Wasp a kick to the midsection. Olivia then hangs grips Wasp's head and pulls it down, hanging him up throat first on the top rope. Wasp goes stumbling back, holding his throat. Olivia gets back in the ring and takes Wasp down with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors. Olivia waits for Wasp to recover, and she attempts to give him a leg drop bulldog, but Wasp ducks his head under it and waits until her leg is perpendicular to his head and then he grip onto it, as he gets to his feet, lifting her up onto his shoulders and dropping her with a powerbomb.


Ace Anderson: Where does Wasp get his power from?! Is it the beard?! Do I need a beard like that?


Jerry Andrews: I think I see roaches crawling in it.


Ace Anderson: Don’t you disrespect the beard!! Beneath it is a fist to punch through your head.


Wasp lifts Olivia off the canvas and gives her a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, leaving Olivia laying across his knee. Wasp then lifts the smaller opponent as he stands up, and drops her with a back suplex. Wasp walks away towards one of the corners as Olivia slowly makes her way to her feet, and as Wasp circles around he nails Olivia with a big boot to the face that sends her off her feet. Olivia lays on the mat, dazed and not knowing where she is. Wasp lifts Olivia back up and whips her off the ropes. As Olivia bounces off the ropes, Wasp lifts her up onto her shoulder before dropping her with a powerslam. Wasp covers...


One...


Two... kickout.



Olivia rolls outside the ring to recuperate.


Jerry Andrews: It’s possible that Olivia has been taken off guard by the ferocity Wasp is showing in this match.


Ace Anderson: Let’s call a spade a spade, Wasp has never shown much sting in his tenure.


Jerry Andrews: I mean, true, but he did have a successful tag team with High Tide, and he is an accomplished fighter. I think Olivia just saw him as a lesser threat in this.


Ace Anderson: You can’t overlook anybody in this. This tournament has brought out every competitor looking to make a name for themselves by stepping up to the plate. It’s TIIT, baby!!


After a moment, Olivia starts to get to her feet. She makes her way around the ring. Wasp pursues Olivia around the ring. Olivia comes around the corner where the announcer table is, and she jumps on the corner of the table just as Wasp comes around the corner by the ringpost. Olivia jumps back with a springboard forearm knocking her back against the barricade and knocking Wasp back against the ringpost. Wasp then launches himself forward going for a clothesline, but Olivia ducks and Wasp gets nothing but ringpost. As Wasp backs away from the turnbuckle holding his shoulder, Olivia takes him down to the padded floor with a springboard legscissor off the ring apron. Wasp rolls to the outside, and the ref is counting them both out. Olivia rolls back in the ring, staring at Wasp with intense focus. Wasp, meanwhile, is pulling himself up. Olivia goes for a baseball slide, but Wasp moves out of the way and lets Olivia go by him. Wasp goes for a clothesline, but again Olivia ducks. Wasp and Olivia both rise to a standing position as Wasp wraps his arms around Olivia's waist and powers her into the ring apron with force, as Olivia screams.


Jerry Andrews: Vicious shot by Wasp, driving Olivia into the apron.


Ace Anderson: Wasp's mentality is fascinating here, he’s coming off as aggressive as his namesake, when before he may as well have been a bumblebee.

The ref has begun counting them out again. Wasp drags a limp Olivia over to the announce table and begins clearing it off. Jerry and Ace Anderson scatter. Wasp scoop slams Olivia onto the announce table, then he walks over and climbs onto the Spanish announce table, gets a running start and gives her a big running leg drop on top of the announce table, and Olivia is nearly beheaded and rolls off, dropping into a heap on the floor below. The referee is counting... 4... 5... 6...


Jerry Andrews: The action came right to our doorstep!


The referee, still counting them both out, is at a count of 8. Wasp quickly walks over and rolls in the ring and back out to break the count. Wasp then rolls Olivia back into the ring before entering the ring himself. Olivia grabs her by him arm and attempts to whip him to the ropes, but Wasp resists by planting his feet. He sends her into the far ropes with everything he has. Olivia hits the ropes fast, so fast in fact that Wasp can't get to his feet completely by the time she returns, and she grabs Wasp around the neck before hitting a spinning neckbreaker on him in the middle of the ring. Olivia then goes for a Lionsault, but Wasp gets his knees up and Olivia hits midsection first across his upstretched knees. Wasp then pulls the dazed Olivia to her feet as she locks her into an abdominal stretch. Olivia groans in pain. The bigger Wasp has Olivia bent into an uncomfortable position. Olivia reaches out for the ropes but she can't move any closer. Finally, Olivia brings her foot down and stomps on Wasp's foot. She does it again, and Wasp finally releases the hold just enough for her to drop down and bring her leg up to connect with his face in a Pele kick. Olivia drops to all fours as Wasp stumbles back. Olivia pulls herself up, and then she runs to the ropes and when she comes back, Wasp catches her and drills her with a sidewalk slam. Then, just to make it that much more fucked up, Wasp grips the legs, pulls Xavier arms back and stretches her with a Mexican surfboard.


Jerry Andrews: Look at all that weight on Olivia's back as Wasp twists her body like a pretzel.


Olivia shouts in pain and flails her arms around frantically. Wasp sits back on the hold, tightening the chinlock. The ref asks Olivia if she gives up. Olivia shouts "No!". Wasp increases the pressure, and she screams, then bites her hand to keep from screaming. The crowd is chanting "Olivia" over and over. She tries to elbow her way free. Olivia can't help but to scream at the pressure on her back. Olivia finally inches forward just enough and pulls herself out, and grabs the bottom rope. The ref tells Wasp to break the hold. Wasp aggressively holds on for just a moment. Finally, he gets to his feet. He and the official argue for a moment. Olivia gets to her feet at about the same time, only Olivia is holding her lower back. Wasp walks over toward Olivia, and Olivia quickly gives him a spinning back kick to the gut, then jumps up onto the middle rope before hitting a sleeper hold drop. Both competitors are down momentarily, Wasp jerking and spasming and holding his neck and Olivia selling the beating from the submission. Olivia rests, grimacing and holding her lower back. She slowly gets to her feet. Olivia attempts to lift Wasp up, and goes for a snap suplex, but she is unable to due to Wasp's size and her weakened lower back. Wasp lifts Olivia up in a hanging chokehold, but Olivia quickly kicks him in the side of the head as she tries to grab him, and then as she falls Olivia trips Wasp over like a drop toe hold. Olivia then applies a falling leglock, contorting Wasp's knee painfully. Wasp screams, and flails her arms. Wasp asks Wasp if he gives up, but Wasp refuses. Finally, Olivia releases the hold. Olivia gets to her feet in a bit of pain, and then as Wasp pulls himself up he eats several kicks to the hamstring, and then to the midsection. Wasp shoves Olivia away, and Olivia runs off the ropes, only to be caught and given a belly to belly suplex! Wasp covers...


One...


Two... kickout.


Wasp stalks Olivia as she gets to her feet. Wasp then gives her a gutwrench shoulder backbreaker. He paces around the mat for a second before walking over to the turnbuckle. Then he climbs up onto the middle turnbuckle and jumps off backwards, flinging his legs out and going for a corner slingshot splash but at the last second Olivia rolls out of the way. Wasp hits the mat chest first, and he starts pulling himself up on all fours, holding his chest. Then Olivia quickly takes his head off with a buzzsaw kick. Olivia paces around, holding her back, and Wasp once again gets to a crouched position, as Olivia comes running in and gives him a low double-footed dropkick to the side of the head. Olivia goes for a cover.


Jerry Andrews: Xavier has Wasp reeling, Wasp is down, and OOOOH what a shot!


Ace Anderson: This little femme fatale is pulling her weight against one the best beard in the game.


One...


Two... kickout.


Olivia waits for Wasp to get to his feet, and then doubles Wasp over with a spinning back kick to the midsection, then she hits the reverse neckbreaker float over into a DDT that is her comeback special, aka the Fall From Grace! She covers.


Jerry Andrews: Fall From Grace connects and wowza Wasp looks out of it!


One...


Two... Kickout.


Jerry Andrews: I truly can't tell who has the edge in speed here, they have both gone counter for counter.


Olivia Xavier follows this up by locking in an excruciating looking Nagata Lock I, aka her Tripped on Dreams. The ref asks Wasp if he gives up. Wasp shakes his hand no, but he's starting to fade. The crowd is getting behind Wasp slowly but surely, and he slowly starts pulling himself over to the ropes. After a few moment he is able to use one free arm to crawl over and grab a rope. Olivia, frustrated, boots him viciously down a few times. She goes to pull him up, but he surprises her by tripping her and pushing her into the corner, sending her into the turnbuckle. Olivia rests in the corner, catching her breath, and Wasp also takes a few deep gasps of air. Olivia runs off the ropes, and then Wasp swings at her for a clothesline but she ducks and keeps running, going right into the corner and running up the turnbuckles until she is on the top rope, then she turns and flies off with a crossbody. However, Wasp runs right through her, nailing her with a spear right out of midair!


Jerry Andrews: Olivia Xavier just had her wings pulled off by the Wasp!


Ace Anderson: ...I’ve got to say, this little cheeky bastard has me believing he might actually pull this off. I’m rooting for the Wasp for the first time in my life!


Jerry Andrews: Wasp has stepped up his game to advance into the Iceman Invitational!


Olivia is thrown across the ring, and lands on the apron. Wasp walks back over and grips her by the head, and throws her back in the ring. Olivia holds her lower back and contorts around. Wasp whips Olivia into the corner and follows her in with a corner clothesline. Olivia slumps limply in the corner, as Wasp backs up to the middle of the ring and charges in, then nearly cuts her in half with a corner spear. Olivia stumbles out, holding her midsection, then flops down into a seated position in the corner at the bottom turnbuckle and Wasp comes charging in and gives her a running corner knee strike while she's in a seated position. The crowd is chanting "Wasp, Wasp, Wasp, Wasp". Wasp then pulls a nearly lifeless Olivia out and pins her.


One...

Two....


Thr- Kickout!


The crowd goes so loud for that, and Wasp flings his hands up in the air like he can't believe it.


Jerry Andrews: I don't think Wasp even knew just how much effort he would have to put out to defeat Olivia.


Ace Anderson: She refuses to go down!


Wasp grits his teeth and argues with the ref, telling him it was three. Wasp assures him Olivia kicked out. Wasp has an intense look on his face as he lifts Olivia up. He boots her in the gut and attempts to give her a powerbomb. He lifts her up in the air. Suddenly, she reverses into a victory roll pin. The ref counts the pin.


The ref and the crowd: One...


Two...


Thre - Kickout!


Olivia slowly gets to her feet, and gives Wasp a few kicks. Olivia boots Wasp in the gut and grips his head for a standing shiranui, but at the last second as she flips herself up he pulls his head loose and grips on to her, bringing her down across his knee with a harsh backbreaker. Wasp then lifts Olivia up and plants her with a side Death Valley driver. A winded Wasp sinks down, and covers Olivia.


The ref and the crowd: ONE…


TWO...


THRE... Kickout.


Ace Anderson: Man, Olivia is really showing me something.


Jerry Andrews: I know, she has shown a lot of heart in giving Wasp this test.



Wasp grits his feet in frustration at Olivia and he lifts her up, clubbing her over the back, which knocks her down subsequently. Wasp grips Olivia's head between his legs as the crowd is building a "Wasp" chant, but as he pulls her up, she pulls her head loose in midair and twists around behind Wasp, kicking him in the back of the leg and then as he drops to one knee, she runs and uses his knee as a springboard to hit a shining wizard right to the temple. Wasp drops down to the mat. Olivia rests, using the ropes to hold herself up, and motions for Wasp to get up, and when he does, shaking the cobwebs out, Olivia boots him in the gut and hits a hurricanrana. Olivia then runs over to the ropes, and she springs up to the top and comes off with a Swanton bomb, catching Wasp right across the midsection. Not done, Xavier attempts to lift Wasp up to irish whip him again, but again, he resists and whips her into the corner. Olivia hits the corner chest first. Wasp takes a moment to recover, then he charges in to the corner, looking to splash Olivia from behind, but Olivia sees him coming out of the corner of her eye. She quickly hops up so that she is sitting on the ringpost and turnbuckle, with her legs out in the aisle, and Wasp hits the turnbuckle himself and staggers, then slumps in the corner, facing out into the middle of the ring. Then, Olivia pushes her off and performs a modifed split legged moonsault, but as she falls down she grips Wasp's head and drops down to the mat in a seated position with a sitout facebuster from the top rope. The crowd pops at this innovative move, and Olivia hooks the leg, going for a cover. The crowd is chanting "THIS IS AWESOME"... clap clap clap clap clap... "THIS IS AWESOME"... clap clap clap clap clap...


The ref and the crowd: ONE...


TWO...


THRE - KICKOUT!


Olivia is crawling on all fours, and she can still not believe Wasp has taken all she can give and more. Olivia lifts Wasp up, but the wily Wasp gives her a drop toehold that bangs her head right off the middle turnbuckle as she falls. Wasp gets to his feet, and as Olivia is laid, dazed, in the corner, Wasp backs up to the opposite side of the ring, and then charges in and DESTROYS her with a facewash style kick. Then, as Olivia is stumbling out of the corner and into a dazed circle, Wasp has pulled himself up onto the turnbuckles and flips off with a smooth motion, nailing a springboard tornado DDT!


Ace Anderson: Ooh, can I say this one, I love terrible puns – Ahem, it looks like Olivia Xavier is feeling a Buzz! Get it? Cause that’s the name of the move…


Jerry Andrews: Sigh… Olivia got drilled into the mat with that move, and it may have given her a concussion, but sure…


Ace Anderson: No, but seriously, that looked nasty.


Wasp rolls Olivia over for a cover.


The ref and the crowd: ONE…

TWO…


THREE – NO!


Amazingly, Olivia is able to kick out of the Buzz. Wasp looks on in abject shock. He demands the ref tell him that was 3. To no avail, alas, the referee assures him he did his job. The Wasp, aggressive as his namesake in this instance, it being TIIT and wanting to make an impact, argues with the ref for several crucial moments. He snarls and goes back over to Olivia Xavier. He grabs her by the hand and leg and drags her over into positioning, and then he goes to the turnbuckle. He looks back as he scales the turnbuckle just to make sure he’s on the mark and then he gets up to the top, sets himself, and holds his arms up for a signal to the crowd. He attempts to fly off with a HUGE elbow drop, the rarely seen Deadly Venom, but at the last second Olivia Xavier rolls off to one side and Wasp hits nothing but mat, very painfully gripping his arm and elbow as if they were broken. Olivia does not waste a second in grabbing the bad arm and bending it into an omoplata, and Wasps’ eyes bug out of his head as the elbow that just hit nothing but canvas and wood is now being ripped off. Olivia bobs her head a little as she cinches the hold in.


Jerry Andrews: The Price of Pride!!


Ace Anderson: This is the move that nearly won her the Underground Championship! This is the move that submitted the champion Kyle Shane, and has gained Olivia some notable victories!


Jerry Andrews: Wasp is on the verge of tapping out with both hands, if he could!


Ace Anderson: We are just a few seconds away from my personal favorite to win this thing writing her ticket into the Iceman Invitational Tournament!


Wasp is using his free elbow to move himself over. Inch by agonizing inch, he gets closer to the ropes, but it looks like it’s about to be for naught as Olivia hauls back on the hold. Olivia screams “TAP!” and it does look like Wasp’s free hand is going to tap for a second, it’s wavering over the mat, but he then shoots out and grabs hold on the bottom rope for dear life. The referee starts a count for disqualification, but Olivia is reluctant to break the hold in her anger. The referee gets to a count of four. Finally, Olivia breaks it off. She gets in the referee’s face and they start having a heated discussion over how far Olivia will go before getting disqualified. Wasp is on the mat, gripping his submitted arm, and groaning in pain. Olivia turns back to Wasp, and lifts him up. She clubs him a few times over the back as she has him in a front facelock. Olivia lifts Wasp up and drops him with a snap DDT. Then, she goes to the turnbuckles, and ascends, taking a few moments to breathe.


Jerry Andrews: Another case of someone pulling out all the stops, Olivia has gone more high risk in this match than she usually would. She wants to make an impression and claim her place in this tournament.


Olivia looks back at Wasp, and she comes off the top rope with a rounding moonsault that nails him across the midsection. Olivia covers…


The ref and the crowd: ONE…


TWO…


THREE –


NO!!


Ace Anderson: I can’t believe what we’re seeing!


Jerry Andrews: I can’t believe we’re seeing this out of the Wasp!


Ace Anderson: Hey, we said it before, the importance of this match. And Wasp has done pretty good for himself, but this is on a whole other level.


Jerry Andrews: Wasp has never been able to succeed on a singles level. Is it possible we’re seeing a reversal of fortune?


Ace Anderson: Not if Olivia Xavier can keep her head in the game. She’s someone who I do think we’ll be seeing a lot of success out of in the coming months.


Olivia is breathing heavily, and she looks outraged by what she’s seeing. She yells at the ref. Then, she goes to lift Wasp up. She drags his dead weight up, clubbing him over the back, and then she goes to irish whip him into the corner. Olivia follows him in for a splash, but Wasp suddenly moves! Olivia hits the turnbuckles chest and face first. She stumbles out, holding her mouth, and Wasp hits the ropes perpendicular to her and then meets a stumbling Olivia with a more devastating spear than before. The crowd gives an “Oooooooh” at the impact.


Jerry Andrews: What is this?!


Ace Anderson: A Stinger out of nowhere!


Jerry Andrews: The Stinger might prove to have too much venom for Olivia!


Breathlessly, Wasp sinks down into a cover, and hooks a back leg, and Nigel Gale counts.


The ref and the crowd: ONE…


TWO….


THREE!!

Ding Ding Ding

Your winner: THE WASP

Jerry Andrews: The upset of a lifetime just happened, The Wasp came out of nowhere to claim a huge victory over Olivia Xavier!


Ace Anderson: This is incredible!! I don’t believe it!


Jerry Andrews: Maybe the Icemann is where we will see Wasp finally tap some of his potential and go for a run by himself!


Wasp gets his hand raised by Nigel Gale as a distraught Olivia Xavier is sitting on the mat, holding her midsection. Wasp smiles broadly, and holds his hands up as he exits the ring. Olivia Xavier sits up, and she looks like she’s beaten up by the loss.


Jerry Andrews: Olivia Xavier gave it everything she had tonight, and while the Icemann Invitational isn’t in the cards for her, you know that big things are coming her way.


Ace Anderson: I’m just flabbergasted by the fact that the Wasp got it together and pulled off the win. This is huge!


Wasp walks up the ramp, leaving Olivia Xavier looking on from the ring. As Olivia continues to gather herself in the ring, dejected following the loss to Wasp, suddenly, "In The Morning and Amazing" by Circa Survive hits on the PA, and Kyle Shane comes swaggering down the ramp. He has the Underground championship belt over his shoulder, and a mic in one hand, and his shit eating grin is broad on his face. 



Kyle Shane: Well, little miss I told you so! It looks like you're having a bad night already... just like the bad night you had when you failed again, to beat me for My Underground Championship at Mass Destruction.



Olivia has a look of abject annoyance on her face as Kyle hops onto the apron, wipes his feet and climbs inside the ring. Kyle is relishing her displeasure.



Kyle Shane: And I thought a lot about what you said earlier tonight, about how you proved that you can overcome the biggest obstacles, but it looks to me, since you couldn't even get out of the blocks in the Icemann Invitational Tournament, that you couldn't get the job done. But I have my chance to advance in the tournament, next week, and I've got my chance to prove to you that I can do anything you can, but better. As I told you before, there's no level I can't reach, and there is no test I can't bring down. So unlike you, little miss, I'm going to breeze through this on easy mode, and show you what I can really do.



Olivia scoffs a little bit, and then she looks down, pursing her lips, and then she brings the mic closer to her mouth.



Olivia Xavier: That's fine, Kyle... but despite all of that, it doesn't change the fact... that you're a CREEP.



Olivia follows this up by slapping the taste out of Kyle's mouth. Kyle staggers back a few steps, dropping the mic and his composure, and he looks shocked and hurt by Olivia. Olivia winds up to do it again. But this time, Kyle catches her hand. Kyle mouths some incredibly angry choice words as he holds Olivia there, and it looks like he's still severely conflicted about hurting her. Suddenly, the PA lights up, and "The Rising Sun" by CFO$ hits on the speakers. And again, the titanic bulk of Hiroshi Yukio comes drifting out of the back. Kyle Shane's jaw drops.



Jerry Andrews: Oh my! The heated spat between Olivia and Kyle has drawn out the monstrous powerhouse.



Ace Anderson: What in the hell is he doing out here?! This has nothing to concern him with.



Jerry Andrews: Maybe he's doing the right thing and protecting Olivia from Kyle before things get too heated. Or, maybe, just maybe, Kyle is getting what he wished for when he said he could overcome any obstacle and any level in his way. They don't come more intimidating, or more high HP, than this boss fight.



Hiroshi Yukio stalks out to the ring, and gets on the apron. Kyle is staring at him, his mouth gaping open. Hiroshi has an intense look on his face. He stares from Olivia, to Kyle, and back again. Kyle drops Olivia's hand, and he makes some motions to Hiroshi like he wasn't going to do anything to her. The massive bulk of Hiroshi dwarfs Kyle as he enters the ring. The two stare eye to eye, with Kyle again trying to plead his case. Suddenly, Olivia shoves Kyle from behind, and Kyle bowls into Hiroshi, hitting him inadvertantly with a headbutt. But, Hiroshi is unphased, and he simply looks up from the headbutt, and stares daggers at Kyle. Horror begins to dawn on Kyle's face.



Jerry Andrews: Oh, dear. Kyle didn't even make Hiroshi flinch.



Ace Anderson: Olivia Xavier knew what she was doing, she just tried to stir things up between Kyle and the big man.



Hiroshi Yukio begins rolling his wrists together in preparation. Kyle backs up, saying he doesn't want to fight. He turns, and sees Olivia behind him, smiling wickedly. Kyle looks back and forth, growing increasingly panicked. He then throws a punch at Hiroshi Yukio, but again, Hiroshi does not move or budge. Indeed, Kyle might as well be punching a mountain. Hiroshi grabs Kyle by the throat, and then he gives him an overhead chop to the chest that hits Kyle like a frying pan. Kyle goes down like he'd been shot. Olivia is loving this. She celebrates Hiroshi's attack.

Match Four

Icemann Invitational Tournament Qualifying Match

Singles Match

S.A.M. vs “The Asshole” Whitey Ford

Referee: Erik Russo

Jerry Andrews: Our next match for the Icemann Invitational Tournament pits a newcomer against a PCW veteran. It'll be SAM going one-on-one against none other than "The Asshole" Whitey Ford.

Ace Anderson: He's not just any veteran, Jerry. He holds the record for the longest International Title reign. He's been the World Champ before, and winning the Invitational will put the top belt in his sights again.

Jerry Andrews: If anyone could do it, it would be Whitey, but what a feather in the cap would it be if SAM pulled it off tonight and toppled Ford?

Ace Anderson: Well, I like the kid's style, for sure, but let's be honest... We're talking about Whitey here.

"Star Spangled Banner," by Iced Earth blares over the P.A. system. Red, white, and blue spotlights scour the audience and the runway, finally forming a makeshift American flag at the top of the ramp as the newcomer Samuel Alexander Marshal, otherwise known as SAM bursts from behind the curtain, waving Old Glory on a pole. The audience is an odd mixture of cheers and jeers as he hoists the flag to his shoulder with a salute prior to striding with purpose down the ramp. He stomps up the ramp, wiping his feet before stepping through the ropes and into the ring. In turn, he faces each side of the squared circle, waving the flag for a few moments, ending in another salute.

Jerry Andrews: Kind of an interesting mixed reaction from the crowd for the newcomer.

Ace Anderson: Speaking of mixed reactions...

"Bad Man," by Bobaflex shatters the air once more, the Faithful getting to their feet in cheers! The southern style guitars play over the PA system as strobe lights and the PCW-tron flashes 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.

Russo calls for the bell. Anxious to start, the newcomer rushes Whitey, but the veteran steps aside, allowing the youngster to stop short of crashing to the corner. SAM spins around to see Ford wiggling a finger and a huge grin on his face. America's Hero nods in respect, adjusting his tights a bit as the two men circle each other for a lock-up. Both men jockey for leverage, SAM eventually using his extra weight to his advantage.

The patriotic pugilist pushes his opponent to the ropes before whipping him across the ring and whiffing a clothesline past Ford as he ducks. The rebound brings a shoulder block from the Asshole that drops the Masked American. Ford pulls his opponent up, connecting with a European uppercut that staggers SAM. Ford repeats the process, cornering his quarry before whipping him across the ring and following in with a leg lariat.

Ford sits atop the highest turnbuckle, leaping off, driving a knee to SAM's covered cranium. Believing he has the upper hand, Whitey takes the time to smirk at the crowd. He bends down to pick up his foe and gets rolled into a small package pin attempt. Uncle SAM only gets a long one count before the veteran kicks himself free with an astonished look on his face. SAM backs away, signaling for the Asshole to "bring it." As he stands, Whitey starts showing a bit more determination, nodding his head with the occasional "okay."

Whitey hits the ropes and is greeted with a deep arm drag for his troubles. Sam bars the arm, working the elbow and shoulder, keeping the Asshole off of his feet. The ref checks for a submission, but Ford isn't going to give up that easily. Slowly but surely, Whitey manages to scoot himself close enough to the ropes to cause a break. SAM delivers a hamfisted punch to the shoulder at the four count before backing off with a smile of his own.

Whitey shakes the numbness from his arm as both men circle. As they lock up, SAM raises a knee, doubling Ford over, followed by an atomic drop that rattles his opponent's spine. The patriot unloads with rights and lefts that drive Ford to the corner before Whitey trades a few blows of his own. The men scrap for a few seconds until a haymaker right from SAM misses its intended target, spinning him around from the force behind the blow. Whitey is quick to capitalize with a high kick to the back of the head. Ford hits the ropes as SAM gains his footing. He leaps up into the air, but the American Made guns catch him mid-flight. Using a show of strength, SAM gorilla press slams Whitey to the mat with ring shaking force.

Sam stomps Whitey to a pulp, ending the assault with a salute and an All-American Fist Drop to Ford's noggin. He drops to a knee, placing Whitey in a sleeper hold. He torques down the pressure. Once again, the zebra checks for a submission, dropping the arm to Ford's side once. Twice. the arm stays raised on the third attempt, Whitey trying to get the crowd rally behind him. The stomps and claps of the peanut gallery give the veteran the energy he needs to regain a vertical base as he drives elbow after elbow into the gut of the Star Spangled Hero.

Ford finally fights free, fists flying furiously. He whips SAM to the ropes, greeting him with a spinebuster slam that promises a future visit to the chiropractor. Whitey scales the turnbuckles, but as he gets to the top, SAM scoots out of the ring for a breather. His respite doesn't last long as he staggers straight into the crosshairs of a plancha from the Asshole. Russo starts to count while both men recover from their collision.

Jerry Andrews: Both men are pretty evenly matched, but Ford has the added edge of experience in a PCW ring.

Ford returns to the ring long enough to break the count, rolling back out to gather his foe from the floor and send him hard into the steel stairs. Ford waits impatiently in the shadows for SAM to stand, charging in as soon as he's upright.

Ace Anderson: REHAB SPEAR INTO THE STEPS! HOLY COW!

Jerry Andrews: Both men are down. The ref is up to four now.

Whitey is the first to stir from the impact, shaking the cobwebs as he stands on wobbly legs. He gets up on the ring apron, halfway into the ring, but just enough to restart the count once more. Ford finishes returning to the ring as the All-American stirs from his unintended slumber. Using the ropes, Whitey stands up, calling off the ref's count to prevent a count-out win. SAM looks up just in time to see Whitey charging at him with a suicide dive, but the wily newcomer side-steps it, adding downward thrust to Ford's momentum. In another show of strength, SAM presses Whitey back into the ring between the top two ropes. He rolls inside in hot pursuit of his nemesis. Sam punishes the veteran with an atomic drop followed by an Alabama Slam and a cover.

..1!

....2!

......NO!

SAM slaps the mat in frustration, dragging Whitey back to his feet, draping him over his shoulders.

Ace Anderson: It looks like he's going for the Stars and Stripes Suplex. Ford manages to wiggle free, sliding down the back for a snap German suplex that rattles the patriot's brain cage. Whitey collects SAM from the mat, kicking him in the gut, doubling him over.

Jerry Andrews: Hangover from Hell!

Ace Anderson: Ford's going up!

The Asshole flies from the top turnbuckle with a diving senton that drives what was left of the air out of the American Hero's inaugural fighting spirit. He hooks the leg for the cover.

..1!

....2!

......3!

Your winner: "The Asshole" Whitey Ford

Jerry Andrews: Well after that battle it’s finally time for the new PCW President to make his debut.

Ace Anderson: Who says it’s a him, Andrews? There are plenty of talented ladies that are more than qualified to run this place, but no, you have to immediately assume that a woman doesn’t have what it takes to do the job. You disgust me sometimes, Jerry.

Jerry Andrews: I never meant to imply any disrespect. Let me rephrase that then, it's finally time for the PCW’s newest President to make his or her debut, but first let’s take you back to Mass Destruction. The now former-PCW President would interrupt the first match with a shocking announcement, let’s take a look.

The tron comes to life with a replay from Mass Destruction.

“Gold on the Ceiling,” by the Black Keys blares over the loudspeakers Within a few seconds, none other than PCW’s President, “Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght pops out from the back, halting the action in the ring, much to the bewilderment of the competitors. Once the crowd dies down, Wryght begins to speak.

Showtime: Before we get too far into this, I’m afraid I have a couple bits of bad news for the Faithful.

The crowd begins to jeer the President, but he holds up a hand to get them to quiet once more.

Showtime: The first bit of bad news is that effective at the end of this program, I will be stepping down as the PCW President.

The peanut gallery reacts with a fairly even mixture of emotions to the revelation.

Ace Anderson: NO! You can’t leave us! You were going to make PCW great again!

Jerry Andrews: Let’s hear him out before the tears flow, snowflake.

Showtime: I know it may come as a shock, but my schedule simply can’t allow me to continue as an effective leader, so it’s only right that I step down and let someone else take over. And that person is…

Showtime gestures towards the stage entrance, but no one comes out.

Showtime: That person is going to be revealed at Trauma 209. So tune in and find out then!

Jerry Andrews: Ace, are you crying?

Ace Andrews: Shut up, Jerry! I’m not crying, you’re crying!

Jerry Andrews: I’m fairly certain I’m-

Ace Anderson: HE WAS GOING TO MAKE PCW GREAT AGAIN, ANDREWS!

Jerry Andrews: We’ll just have to hope his successor has the same ideas and goals. But first we need to see who it is. I’m getting word from backstage that our new PCW President is finally ready to make themselves known.

The crowd buzzes as their anticipation builds. Higher and higher it goes until the energy is almost palpable. Then the lights go out.

“This is Gonna Hurt” begins to play as the stage fills with smoke

Ace Anderson: No…..

Jerry Andrews: Is it?

Multi-colored lasers strobe through smoke in the with the music, revealing a silhouette on the stage.

Ace Anderson: Nooo…….

Jerry Andrews: I think it is, Ace

The tempo picks up and pyro rocks the stage, blowing away the smoke.

Ace Anderson: NOOOOOOOOOO!

Jerry Andrews: Loki is back!? But Ace, does this mean what I think it does?

Ace Anderson: It depends. Do you think this is the worst thing to happen to PCW since we were forced to close down? If so, then yes.

Jerry Andrews: It’s been nearly two years since Loki has been seen in PCW. In fact the last time we saw him Grimm was literally burying him alive.

Loki saunters down to the ring, drinking in the reaction from the crowd. Climbing the stairs and stepping between the ropes, he stops to straighten his suit before calling for a microphone.

Loki: It’s been a long time, PCW faithful, a long damn time.

The crowd breaks into a 'welcome back' chant. Loki circles the ring before continuing.

Loki: I’ve never been one for grand gestures or speeches and just because I’m wearing a suit now doesn’t mean that’s likely to change. Though seeing the way my predecessor ran this place I think some things do need to change. That’s why for my first act as PCW President, I’m announcing that at Living a Legacy we’re going to see Seromine and his International Championship face off against Nathan Saniti and his North American Title in a title unification match.

The crowd erupts in cheers at the mention of what is sure to be a blockbuster match.

Loki: And that’s just the beginning. Keep your eyes open, people, you’re not going to want to miss what comes next.

Jerry Andrews: WOW! What an announcement! The very first match has just been booked for Living a Legacy!

Ace Anderson: It’s going to be champion versus champion as the Intercontinental and North American titles become one! And both of the competitors are in the next match.

Jerry Andrews: See? Loki might be able to do good things for PCW.

Ace Anderson: One decision does not an good administration make, Jerry.


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

“Hero hero...

Hero hero...

Hero hero...

I wanna be a hero, hero...”

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

Jerry Andrews: Kelli Starr was double crossed and brutally assaulted after the match at Mass Destruction. She’ll certainly have revenge on her mind tonight.

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!

Jerry Andrews: This is certainly going to be an interesting match.

Ace Anderson: At least the Harvesters will be able to keep the Followers at bay.

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. The sound of a piano and finger snapping turn the ramp into a stained-glass portrait like you would see in a church window. Bringing Seromine and his followers out from ground level is “Where Could I Go But to the Lord” by Elvis Presley. While walking close to his wife, Destiny, he leads his masked followers up the stairs and across the stage. Gabriel emerges behind Seromine, now wearing a tan button up shirt, brown overalls and heavy dark boots. He stands behind Seromine and Destiny 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

Seromine is dressed as a preacher. His black hat matches the color of his ribbon bow tie, coat and slacks. She is seen wearing a black dress with a white collar and carrying his bible. 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 walks down the ramp, each of them holding a candle.

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?

While his congregation sways trance like to the beat of the snapping, Seromine can be heard yelling, “everything will be ok now, your savior is here!” The booing doesn’t phase him at all, and if you were to ask the cult leader, he’d likely say “that’s sin being driven from their souls!”

Seromine now circles around the ring with the others. One by one, Salvation place their candles inside of stands and remain by them. Seromine removes his hat, mask, and coat. His long stringy hair hangs loose in front of his face. With crazed eyes and a devilish smile, he demands his faithful in attendance to “REPENT!!” as the house lights return to normal. Gabriel slowly circles the ring, looking out at the crowd.

Ace Anderson: No one knows what to expect from the team of Seromine and the man formerly known as Rick Majors. And remember, Saniti and Starr were our final tag team champions.

Jerry Andrews: That’s right. Together as Psychedelica, they dominated the tag team division. And now they’ve got revenge on their minds against Seromine and, apparently, the competitor now known as “Gabriel.”

Ace Anderson: They can’t let that revenge throw them off their game though. While we don’t know how they’ll work together, both Seromine and Majors have been very effective singles competitors.

Jerry Andrews: You mean Gabriel.

Ace Anderson: Well, technically, Gabriel hasn’t done anything in PCW. Rick Majors is the one who was doing pretty well for himself before he was “saved.”

Jerry Andrews: That’s very true. And it looks like we’ve got things sorted out now and Kelli Starr is going to face off against Seromine to start this match.

Match Five
Tag Match
Nathan Saniti and “Dollface” Kelli Starr vs. Rick Majors and Seromine
Referee: Ed Lane

The bell rings. Seromine steps forward and opens up his arms, with a wide smile on his face. Kelli doesn’t move. Seromine takes another step forward and Starr slightly shifts backwards.

“Do not be afraid, Ms. Starr.”

Jerry Andrews: What? Does Majors have a mic?

Ace Anderson: Gabriel.

Gabriel: “For behold, I bring you the good news of great joy and salvation. Seromine is the saviour of all humankind and I, as his messenger, am here to spread his word. As we stand here today in the presence of the Lord, I have been blessed with the opportunity to speak to thee. Kelli Starr, embrace his wisdom and prepare yourself to accept the glory of….”

Gabriel’s sermon is cut off as Kelli Starr lunges at Seromine. She takes him down with a spear and starts unloading on him with rights and lefts.

Gabriel: “Kelli Starr, I understand your skepticism. I once doubted the power and love of the Lord as well. But do not worry. Thou can still receive salvation. We have all been given the opportunity for redemption and forgiveness.”

Starr pulls Seromine up, while Gabriel continues to speak. She backs him up into the corner and kicks him in the midsection several times. She then pulls him out. He stops, grabs her by the back of the head and slams her face-first into the turnbuckle.

Jerry Andrews: Ouch!

Ace Anderson: That’s certainly a way to turn this match around.

Gabriel: “The Lord is good. His word will spread across this earth. He gives us guidance. His vision is one of peace. His actions are performed with compassion. Listen to my words as they are a message from the Lord. I am but a vessel for his teachings. I have seen the light and I pray that all of you, even you Ms. Starr and you Mr. Saniti, will understand the sheer magnitude of the opportunity that you have. You too can be saved.”

Seromine pulls Starr up and he drops her with a quick suplex. He then pulls her up once more, only to send her back down to the mat with a belly-to-belly suplex. He picks her up again, and hits a brainbuster.

Jerry Andrews: Kelli Starr seems a little worse for wear here tonight.

Ace Anderson: You have to wonder if the events of Mass Destruction have taken a toll on her that she’s trying to hide. That night must have been a painful one for her, both physically and emotionally.

Seromine pulls Starr up once more. He clotheslines her back down to the mat and she hits with a thud. He then goes for a cover, but only gets two.

Gabriel: “Salvation is beautiful. It is magical. It is incredible. Give yourselves to the Lord. Embrace his message as I have embraced it. Shout it from the mountaintops. We are all children. We are all sheep in his flock. We need his guidance and his love. He alone can point us in the right direction. He alone can save us.”

Ace Anderson: Is he really going to do this for the entire match?

Seromine pulls Starr up again. This time she manages to catch him with a chinbreaker, stunning him. This gives her the opportunity to tag in Nathan Saniti. Saniti charges in on fire. He drops Seromine with a big right. As Seromine stands up again, he’s taken down with a clothesline. Saniti now pulls him up and throws him off of the ropes. Seromine ducks under another clothesline and comes flying off of the ropes with a shoulder block, dropping Saniti to the mat. Seromine is on him quickly, unleashing a series of forearms to the face.

Gabriel: “We are all blessed to be in his presence here tonight. It is as if the sun is shining in the middle of the night. That is the power of salvation. It allows us to see what we were previously ignorant of. He will guide us all down the right path. But you have to accept Him into your heart. You must recognize that we are all lost. We have all sinned. We have all fallen. But Seromine does not judge us for our failings. He understands that we are mere mortals and that we make mistakes. He is here with open arms to welcome us, and to forgive us.”

Seromine pulls Saniti up once more. He drops him with a German suplex. Seromine then walks over to his corner and tags in Gabriel.

Gabriel: “I have been blessed once more here tonight. The Lord is good. He is great. His message must be shared with the world.”

Gabriel puts down the microphone and enters the ring, just as Nathan Saniti is standing up. Gabriel lunges at him with a double leg takedown. He then delivers a series of forearms to the face before grasping Saniti’s left leg he drives the point of his elbow into Saniti’s knee before wrapping him up in a single leg crab. Gabriel pulls back, wrenching the leg.

Jerry Andrews: A little difference offense so far tonight from Majors… or Gabriel. We haven’t typically seen him focus on submission moves in the past.

Ace Anderson: We also haven’t seen him preach on the ring apron during a match. I have no idea what to expect from him tonight. At least when he’s in the ring, he isn’t talking.

Saniti struggles and he eventually makes it to the ropes, causing a break. Both competitors stand up, but Gabriel hits Saniti with a chop block, taking him back down again. Gabriel grabs Saniti’s left leg and stomps on it. He the drops his elbow onto the knee once again. Gabriel pulls Saniti by the leg into the center of the ring. He drops another elbow and then goes back to the single leg crab.

Jerry Andrews: This has to be tough for Saniti and Starr as they have no idea who they’re actually facing here tonight. Not only does Gabriel speak and act completely different from Rick Majors, but he appears to wrestle differently as well.

This time, Saniti manages to power out of the hold. He tries to stand up again, but his leg is clearly hurt. As he struggles to his feet, Gabriel hits him from behind with a clothesline to the back of the head. He then pulls him back up. Saniti swings at him, but Gabriel dodges it. He catches Saniti’s right arm and the applies an armbar, forcing him down to the mat. Gabriel pulls back on Saniti’s arm, causing more pain. He then reaches around and locks Saniti in a crossface.

Jerry Andrews: After working on Saniti’s left leg for most of his time in this match, Gabriel now appears to be focused on Saniti’s right arm, for some reason.

Ace Anderson: I have no idea what he’s doing out here tonight. I’ve just accepted that we’re not going to understand this man.

At this point, Kelli Starr rushes into the ring to break up the hold. She does, but then she’s met by Seromine who has entered the ring as well. He clotheslines her down to the mat. The referee frantically tries to get Seromine and Starr out of the ring while Gabriel stomps away on Saniti. With order finally restored, Gabriel pulls Saniti up. He throws him into the corner. Saniti dodges out of the way as Gabriel charges at him, and Gabriel hits the turnbuckle hard. He falls to the mat.

Ace Anderson: This is Saniti’s chance.

Saniti pulls Gabriel up and he hits him with a snap suplex. He then drops an elbow and goes for a quick cover, getting two. He pulls Gabriel up once more, kicks him in the midsection and then drops him with a double underhook suplex.

Ace Anderson: Saniti has regained control in this match, but look at how he’s still limping slightly. His knee could be seriously injured. He needs to tag out before it gets worse.

Saniti does just that, limping into his corner and tagging in Starr. She enters the ring just as Gabriel is getting to his feet. She tackles him down to the mat and starts to unload with a series of rights and lefts. Gabriel reverses the position and ends up on top of Starr. He drives his forearm into her face several times before pulling her up.

Gabriel now wrenches her arm, and takes her down with a strong forearm shot to her elbow. Gabriel drags her by the arm to his corner and then he tags Seromine back into the match.

Jerry Andrews: Seromine back in this match now.

Ace Anderson: And a double team by these two. The referee needs to stop this!

Seromine delivers several swift kicks to Starr’s midsection while Gabriel continues to hold her by the arm. He finally drops her and leaves the ring. Seromine pulls Starr up, only to send him down again with a big right hand. He pulls her up once more and hits her with a belly-to-belly suplex.

Gabriel: “My past once plagued me as well. I was lost. I was scared. I was confused. Just as you are, Ms. Starr. Just as you are, Mr. Saniti. I did not know who I was. I did not know where I was going. I allowed my demons to dictate my actions. I hid from the truth. I was filled with rage and confusion. I see those same qualities in both of you. I know how it feels. And I want you to know that you are not alone. You do not have to fight against your history. You can look towards the light. You too can be saved. Seromine will forgive your sins. He will guide you. He will love you.”

Inside the ring, Seromine has Kelli Starr backed into the corner. He clocks her with a hard right hand, sending her slumping to the mat. He then pulls her up and hits a belly-to-back suplex. Seromine goes for a cover, but Nathan Saniti rushes in to break things up. The referee orders him out of the ring. This gives Starr a chance to catch her breath though and she catches Seromine with a spear takedown! Starr then dives to her corner quickly, tagging in Saniti.

Jerry Andrews: Saniti back in!

Nathan Saniti pulls Seromine up and he hits him with a European uppercut. With Seromine staggered, Saniti clotheslines him down to the mat. He then pulls Seromine up, but Seromine drives his elbow into Saniti’s face, staggering him. Seromine uses this opportunity to tag Gabriel back into the match.

Gabriel enters and he runs at Saniti, connecting with a clothesline. He then pulls Saniti up, but Saniti hits him with a big forearm to the face. Gabriel is staggered. Saniti runs off of the ropes, but Seromine strikes him from behind as he does so, knocking him down.

Jerry Andrews: Oh come on!

Gabriel smiles and he tags Seromine back into the match.

Gabriel: “If you are feeling lost or alone, I understand. The Lord works in mysterious ways. I am living proof of that. Weeks ago, Seromine came to me in a dream. He told me that my sins had been forgiven. I no longer had to be chained by my past. I was free. I was saved. I could move forward as a child of the Lord. He accepted me into his flock and I will be forever grateful. I will share his message with the world for eternity, just as I am doing here tonight. I am his messenger and he is my savior. You can be saved as well. You just have to open your heart, your mind and your soul. You just have to accept Seromine as your saviour and thou will be saved.”

Seromine pulls Saniti up, and then drops him with a snap suplex. Seromine then turns and delivers a standing moonsault, but Saniti rolls out of the way and Saniti hits the mat! Saniti now rushes over and he tags in Kelli Starr.

Starr hits the ring, but Seromine is up and he hits her with a knee to the face. He then grabs her and throws her into his corner. Seromine stomps away at Starr before tagging in Gabriel. The two once again double team their opponent before the referee puts a stop to it.

Gabriel now pulls Starr up, and he drops her across his knee with a backbreaker. He then grabs her in a double chickenwing position and bridges over!

Jerry Andrews: A bridging double chickenwing!?

Ace Anderson: That’s certainly new from Majo…. Gabriel.

Starr struggles in the hold, but Saniti runs into the ring to break it up. Seromine enters as well, swinging wildly at Saniti. The referee again has to order both non-legal competitors from the ring. Suddenly, Seromine and he hits him with the Lord’s Prayer into the corner! Saniti rolls out of the ring in pain. In the meantime, Gabriel throws Starr into the corner once again. He drops an elbow onto her chest and then tags Seromine back into the match as soon as he returns to the apron.

Seromine re-enters the match as Starr is struggling to her feet. He kicks her several times, keeping her down on the mat.

Gabriel: “Tonight I was reborn and it felt incredible. Anyone here who feels afraid, lost or chained to their past should gaze upon Seromine and accept Him as your savior. This is the message of the Lord, presented to the world through me, his humble servant.”

Seromine suddenly pulls Starr up and hits her with a short-armed clothesline followed by…

Jerry Andrews: Ashes to Ashes!

Seromine goes for the cover:
1…
2…
3!

Gabriel: “Praise Seromine. Praise the Lord.”

Gabriel enters the ring and nods to Seromine as the International Champion raises his arms in the air. Slowly the Followers enter the ring. Gabriel is handed a candle and the lights in the building dim. Seromine stands in the center of the ring as his Followers form a circle around him, their candles lighting the scene as we go to commercial.

WINNERS: Seromine and Gabriel via pinfall

Main Event

Singles Match

(The Underground Title is NOT on the line)

Kyle Shane vs. Grimm

_{Referee: Charles Lim}

Jerry Andrews: And we’ve come to this - our Main Event of the evening!

Ace Anderson: Interesting matchup we have here tonight. Because, let’s face it - Kyle Shane’s Underground championship is NOT on the line. There’s absolutely nothing TANGIBLE to gain from going toe-to-toe with the Hangtown Horror.

Jerry Andrews: So why even risk bodily harm and dismemberment?

Ace Anderson: Pride. Bragging Rights. Being able to be one of the FEW competitors to say ‘I defeated Grimm.’ It’s a very small club. Those who do seem to keep elite company. And for Kyle Shane, that could be a HUGE stepping stone into the stratosphere.

Jerry Andrews: And Grimm? What does this do for him?

Ace Anderson: Absolutely nothing. And that’s why he’s going to do it. It’s because he’s Grimm and that’s what he does. That’s the only reason he needs.

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, dead set 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.

Ace Anderson: Not very often we see Grimm out first, but in this case ... since Kyle Shane IS the Underground Champion, I feel it appropriate to refer to Grimm as the challenger.

Jerry Andrews: Even if he’s not challenging for the championship?

Ace Anderson: Kyle Shane earned the title he wears. He EARNED it. Grimm is currently not a champion, thus I afford the Underground Champion his proper kudos.

Jerry Andrews: That’s .. actually really logical.

Ace Anderson: I want to say the challenger has the advantage though, because it’s Grimm and that’s it.

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. 1/2 the way down the aisle, Kyle pivots, holding his arms up to either side of him. He climbs onto the apron. Kyle balances on the ropes for a moment, points to himself and smirks, holding his arms out, and then he hops down, takes off his longcoat and stretches a few times to get ready.

Jerry Andrews: So what do you do if you’re Kyle Shane across the ring from Grimm?

Ace Anderson: Fight with your back to the wall. It’s simple. It’s not a title match, so Shane doesn’t have the champion’s advantage. The only thing he has is his confidence in the fact that he IS a champion. That can be a powerful thing. And as a champion, you don’t want to lose face by losing ... but you won’t lose MUCH face if you lose to Grimm because it’s GRIMM. So my advice? Do everything you can get away with.

Damn good advice, I’d say.


DING DING!

Nearly identical in height and weight, neither man holds the advantage physically. Mentally is a completely different ball game. Grimm has experience, Kyle Shane has experience ... but not with each other. The playing field is about as even as you could get in terms of tangible statistics. By all accounts, this should be a VERY close match. It may come down to who gets ... or makes for himself ... the right opportunity.

As the two inch closer and closer to each other, a palpable tension fills the air. The first strike looming like the Sword of Damocles, perilously over someone’s head. All that’s left to determine is WHOSE head. As the men come within striking range, both simultaneously lash out with a punch. Grimm connects solidly to the throat, whilst Shane lands a brutal right to the temple.

The probing shot not enough, Shane wades in with a renewed attack. Knee strikes and kicks comprising the bulk of the assault, Grimm finds himself protecting the stomach to the exclusion of the few shots landed about his head and shoulders. Those few hits to the head are enough to sting and annoy, but not really meant in a damaging sort of way. Just enough to get Grimm’s attention, to say 'Hey, I’m not afraid of you’. And for the moment, it seems fully true that Kyle Shane is not intimidated by Grimm’s reputation.

Grimm, however, remains unflinching and allows the assault to continue. He’s not putting up any sort of offense and this garners a violent shove from Kyle Shane. Grimm looks directly and the man slaps the absolute bejeezus out of him. Stalking forward towards the staggered Underground Champion, he throws a heavy kick to the knee that nearly trips the champ out of his boots. Instead, Shane merely drops to a knee and Grimm takes the opportunity to land a short but sweet dropkick that helps Shane the rest of the way down to the mat.

A swift pinfall attempt only nets a one count and Grimm is back to his feet, much like a cat playing with a mouse he found in the barn. But little mouse, little mouse ... what surprises do you have? As Grimm moves in to lock down Kyle Shane, Shane trips the legs out from underneath Grimm and place him in a deep seated headlock. Moving to his back, he grapevines his legs around Grimm’s waist ... a modified Dragon Sleeper! And its’ hooks are in DEEP.

Unfortunately, momentum from moving around on the mat allows Grimm to get his knees under him. As he begins a slow rise towards his feet, Kyle Shane hops off of his back at the last moment to avoid any sort of impact based escape and finds himself several paces off from Grimm. All of the effect, none of the retribution. Smart move, Mr. Shane.

As Grimm goes to clear the cobwebs, Shane blitzes across the ring and hops up ... planting both feet directly into the center of Grimm’s chest. JOHN WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Grimm hunching his shoulders and arms close to attempt and minimize the power of the kick, it does nothing to curb the momentum as he is blasted backwards into the nearest turnbuckle. The impact shaking the ring nearly to its’ foundation, Grimm is left seated and out of breath as Shane begins to advance on the fallen Horror.

Grabbing Grimm by his wiry tresses, he drags Grimm towards the center of the ring and stretches him out flat before jumping up and landing a standing senton splash. The air driven violently from Grimm’s body, Shane goes for a quick pinfall but only gets a two as Grimm rolls a shoulder out from underneath the pin. Shane stands and plants a boot to the side of Grimm’s face, but he no-sells the fuck out of the kick and continues on his merry towards a standing position once again.

The two face-to-face once again, Grimm a little more worse for the wear ... Shane throws out a casual right hand, but Grimm catches the arm and falls backwards. Legs spreading outward like a Kraken of legend, he looks to entrap the champ in the Winding Stair, but Shane is fighting absolutely heroically. Scrambling backwards towards the ropes, Grimm can’t seem to sink in the hold before Shane drapes a foot across the bottom rope. The referee moving in quickly to separate the two, Shane slides out onto the apron and Grimm retreats much like a tendril ... waiting to lash out yet again.

As Shane re-enters the ring, Grimm is there with a running boot to the middle rope ... snapping the strand against Kyle Shane’s nether regions. An official determination of the legality of said maneuver being 'questionable’, the referee warns Grimm against any further dastardly infractions. As Shane gingerly makes his way fully into the ring, Grimm whips Shane into the ropes but is surprised at Shane ducking the surprise clothesline on the rebound. Shane bounding backwards off of the second rope, he catches Grimm with a leg lariat that pancakes him to the mat.

Shane rolling through the impact, Grimm claws his way to his feet and is met with a flying knee to the face. Emblem Heartless! He’s getting on a roll now and Grimm is on the defensive! Signaling that it’s time to take his place amongst the best of the best that PCW has to offer, he stalks behind Grimm and hooks the neck! Pieces of Eden?! Grimm thinks not and lifts Shane off of the mat ... summoning all the strength available to him and hurling him away. Shane landing on his feet, he turns only to find Grimm with the Foddershock! Wheelbarrow facebuster!

The surprise attack out of nowhere, Grimm is quick to capitalize on the fallen champion with a pinfall attempt!

1!

2!

3!!!

DING DING DING!

Winner: Grimm

Jerry Andrews: Holy jesus, what a close match! I knew it WOULD be but Kyle Shane *really* surprised me. He almost had Grimm nailed to the wall!

Ace Anderson: Shane had a lot to prove and, even though Grimm got the win ... Shane sure proved a lot of things to a lot of people here tonight.

Jerry Andrews: Indeed he did, Ace. But for tonight, we sit back and recuperate as we end an explosive night of action on that note. For Ace Anderson, I’m Jerry Andrews. Thank you for watching and we’ll see you next week!

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