Trauma 211 Results!!!

[Nathan Saniti]

Thursday May 11th, 2017

The camera scans the enthralled and varied audience, catching glimpses of people from all walks of life who are here for one reason: the thrill of watching their favorite PCW superstars have at each other! Signs like “Coo Coo like Cocoa Puffs” aren’t the only ones to catch the camera’s attention. One rather enthusiastic looking lady holds high a sign that says, “Sean Spicer Can Hide in My Bush” while a man standing next to her hold another that simply says, “Ew” with an arrow pointing to her sign. In one particular section, there is a group of modestly dressed people holding signs with various scriptures on them. Among them is a man who could be their preacher with his own poster board. “Seromine is God’s Wrath on the Wicked.” More panning reveals a poster decrying, “Bring Back Ace Anderson!” another dictating, “Kyle Shane: God of NO GAME,” and of course, the perennial presence of an “I Love Lamp!” sign.


Jerry Andrews: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to Trauma 211!

Ace Anderson: We have one helluva show in store for you tonight! Tonight, it’s the quarterfinals for the 2017 Icemann Invitational Tournament! I’m Ace Anderson…

Jerry Andrews: ...And I’m Jerry Andrews. To top off the card, we have a triple threat that can only be an epic part of PCW history when The Intercontinental Champion Seromine takes one the North American Champion Nathan Saniti AND the World Champion, Grimm!

Ace Anderson: It’s a championship showdown for the ages! I can’t wait! What a night this is going to be!

Jerry Andrews: Let’s kick off the night with our backstage interviewer, who is standing with the Undergound King, Kyle Shane.


Scene switches backstage to show backstage interviewer extraordinaire Kassandra Black, looking vivacious as ever, standing by with Kyle Shane, who has the PCW Underground championship belt laid on his shoulder. Kyle is wearing a hoodie over his ring gear, his hair is frosted into spikes and he's wearing a t-shirt with a Majora's Mask logo. He looks to be mentally getting himself into the game for his title defense and TIIT quarterfinal match later tonight.


Kassandra Black: I'm standing by here with the Underground Champion, Kyle Shane, ahead of the quarterfinals of The Icemann Invitational Tournament, a match which will see his put his spot in the tournament, and the Underground title, up for grabs against, an unlikely success story in the early goings of this year's tournament, the competitor known as the Wasp. Kyle, what are your thoughts on this match?


Kyle's expression exudes cocky derision, and he looks to downplay it as he gives Kassandra Black the once over. Kyle hasn't had much interaction with the backstage reporters during his stay, so meeting this girl for the first time has him putting up his best coping mechanism of hitting on her. Kassandra, for her turn, stays completely poker-faced, even when it's obvious Kyle is staring at her butt. Kyle takes his time answering the question.


Kyle Shane: Well, pretty lady, before I get down to the business at hand, I just wanted to say hi, my name's Kyle, we haven't met before. (He proffers his hand, and Kassandra gives a barely audible "umm..." before he removes his hand smoothly as if it doesn't matter.) And I say we haven't met, because you should know, rule number one, I don't sweat anybody, no matter what the stakes are. In fact, I welcome stakes like tonight. I thrive under the highest pressure situations. I 100% trophies, I rack up one-shot kills, on levels that are the highest difficulty and I don't have to use a mod to make the game my bitch. This is just ordinary Kyle Shane business. Nothing different. But you ask me, what I think about this match... well, it's going to be over soon, and when I get out of here we should hang out. Don't worry I'll be done in a few minutes, Wasp is a chump.


Kassandra Black: I... are you serious right now? Did you not learn a lesson from Olivia Xavier, or... ?


Speaking as if he didn't hear her, but with the quickly moving on attitude of someone who just got shut down hard, Kyle goes back into promo mode.


Kyle Shane: You see Kassandra, the simple fact is that Wasp's feel good, comeback of the year story is good publicity for a one off, it's a great feel good piece for a week. When comeback stories hit, they're always good for a week. When Rocky Balboa came out of retirement, it was good for one movie, but they didn't continue the Rocky series with him continuing to beat people every time. The comeback story is always, that a loveable loser who's spent years in obscurity or irrelevance, performs slightly above expectation, shocks people into paying attention for a little while, and then they're satisfied. To continue that Rocky metaphor, the series went on to show Rocky retiring after being too broken down physically to keep up after several more losses, so then a new protagonist came in and took the torch. Now, that *Could* be me, taking that torch from Wasp, because if there's an protagonist in this game I'm damn sure it, but I seriously doubt Wasp has ever had a torch in his life. And that's why this isn't a comeback trail story. That's why this isn't an underdog from the Underground, fighting up against rising odds story. This is a stupid chump who took advantage of a distracted girl one week, who has never been the same since I convincingly beat her. And yet now, he's up against the man who softened Olivia Xavier up for him to capitalize on. The man who broke Olivia's spirit and exposed her for the girl that needs an edge to win. That man is moi.



Kyle has a faraway look in his eyes as he smirks.



Kyle Shane: And that's why I'm not sweating this, because it doesn't matter what tricks Wasp has up his sleeve. I worked out all of the tricks that brought him to the point he is at now, and even if you try to make a case for Olivia taking him too lightly, it goes back to why I wanted to keep her around. This was something me and Olivia could have worked on. I could have helped her overcome what was holding her back and then nobody could have stopped her in this tournament, certainly not some mealy mouthed little nobody who has never held singles gold nor received a push by standing on his own two legs in his life. Now I gotta course correct, I have to slap him back down and show him he is far from special, and his little story dies in development hell. That's what I do. As I said, Kyle Shane business.



Kassandra Black: Speaking of Kyle Shane's business, there does stand the unresolved issue of Hiroshi Yukio... He got involved due to one of your backstage spats with Olivia Xavier, taking offense to how you treated her.



Kyle Shane: Which nobody asked him to, yes.


Kassandra Black: But the issue seems to have taken on a more personal nature, as many people, Hiroshi included, called into question whether you are good enough to stop him at all.



Kyle bristles at the insinuation that there's any obstacle he can't overcome. He's Kyle Shane dammit.



Kyle Shane: If I'm good enough? Kassandra - Kassie, Kasaba baby, can I call you Kass?



Kassandra Black: ...I'd rather you didn't.



Kyle, arrogantly, puts an arm around her shoulder. Kassandra's crinkled nose and "...did this bitch just" expression is a hilarious sight to behold.



Kyle Shane: There is nothing. And nobody, that can stop me, if my head is in the game. Write that down now, kid. Any boss battle can be fought through, if you know how to exploit a weakness, even in Dark Souls. Can't nothing stop me, but me. And even if I get knocked down, I get back up and I try it again. It's really... really simple. Yes, that fat fuck knocked me down. But he didn't put me out. He planted me with a signature move twice. I still remain standing. I hit him with my fists, and when that didn't work, with kendo sticks. That didn't work, so I'll try chairs. If that didn't work I'll hit the sonofabitch with a car. I won't stay down, until I put Hiroshi down, one way or another.




Kassandra Black: Well, that's an interesting question, then. In defenses of the Underground championship, weapons are legal, a level playing field, but just in the ring, or the backstage area, wherever you and Hiroshi fight isn't the same. Are you saying that if it came down to it, you would break the rules to get the advantage over Hiroshi? And if you don't break the rules, then what can you do to hurt him?


That question understandably vexes Kyle, because, while he is committed to his course of action, he has been playing by the rules for a while now. When Kyle answers, his voice is tense, and very cold.



Kyle Shane: Hiroshi and I are going to meet in that ring, whether my title is on the line or not. If it is, then I invite Hiroshi to bring any weapon he wants. Bring chairs, ladders, chainsaws, torches, bring it all. But if it comes down to just me and Hiroshi... it does not matter to me how... I am bringing him down. And that's all I want to say about that.



Kyle's lost his playful edge and his will to hit on Kassandra. He sneers at her, gathers his Underground title, and he turns and walks out of camera view. Kassandra turns to the camera, with a little shrug and a "Back to you" nod as the scene switches elsewhere.


Jerry Andrews: A very determined and confident Kyle Shane going into his match tonight.

Ace Anderson: But he keeps pissing off the man-wall that is Hiroshi Yukio. When those two collide, it’s going to be earth-shaking.

Jerry Andrews: Really? A weight joke? You’d better be careful or the sumo will come after you next.

Ace looks a bit nervous, changing the subject.

Ace Anderson: Let’s kick things off with our first quarterfinal match, shall we?

Match One

Icemann Invitational Quarterfinals Match

Singles Match

Hiroshi Yukio vs. Alexandra Tamora

Referee: Manny Cruz

Sasha Greene: This is a quarterfinals match in the Icemann Invitational Tournament!

"Lost in Time," by Celldweller blares over the airwaves.  The arena goes dark as the lights pulse in time with the music. 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.

Sasha Greene: Hailing from Greenville, South Carolina, Alexandra Tamora!

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 she slides out of the ring to wait for her opponent.

Sasha Greene: And her opponent...

The crowd looks to the entrance way as "Rising Sun" roars out and they know who is coming out from backstage and they start cheering loudly almost drowning out the music.  Hiroshi Yukio steps through the curtain his face lit up with a smile .  He walks slowly down the ramp as the cheering intensifies as the PCW faithful don't hold back for the mountain man from Japan.

Sasha Greene: From Tokyo, Japan. Hiroshi Yukio!

He waves to the crowd as he walks and when he sees a kid at ringside and holds up his sign and takes a selfie with him.  As he continues to walk down to the ring as the crowd grows louder and louder so even the announcers can't get a word in over the cheering.  He goes up the ring steps and steps over the top rope and into the ring After he does he does a purification ritual by throwing salt in the ring to cleanse it before the match.

The music fades out.

DING! DING! DING!

The next round of the tournament is in full swing with this opening match. The young newcomer, Alexandra Tamora, studies her much larger opponent from afar, looking in no real rush to approach. True, this wasn’t nearly as exciting as new living quarters complete with such accommodating sights like creaky radiators and the always keen, stained walls. But this WAS another match in the Invitational and Alexandra Tamora had a real chance to continue making her name known.


But first she quickly gets out of dodge from a charging sumo! Yukio decided to carry his anger over from his recent happenings with Kyle Shane, looking to catch Tamora daydreaming. That obviously didn’t work as he meets the turnbuckle trio with his massive girth, rather than the equally adored fan favorite. Before he gets a chance to find his bearings, Tamora is all over him with everything she has attached to her. Fists to the head. Boots to the mid-section. Chops to the chest. All having minimal effect, of which Tamora slows down her pace in noticing. A weakly thrown forearm is the last she delivers before gulping with a nervous smile.


Jerry Andrews: She may want to rethink her strategy here, Ace.


Ace Anderson: Wouldn’t that include running?



Yukio looks unimpressed and unwilling to let bygones be bygones. Tamora starts to backpedal, but Yukio manages to haul her back into the very corner he just called home. He unleashes a torrent of powerful headbutts to the cranium of Tamora, giving her no room to breathe as she is driven into the mat. Yukio yanks her back up and sends her halfway across the ring! Tamora’s rough landing has her skidding across the mat and right out to the floor below. The referee begins his count as the faithful remain boisterous.


Ace Anderson: Tamora was thrown across the ring like a small child there! If she were one, I would get on social media and be asking my millions-nay-BILLIONS! Of fans to call the proper authorities.


Jerry Andrews: ...Ya know we’re still on the air, right? Save lies like that for commercial breaks when no one can tweet the truth.



Tamora shows her durability as she’s already back inside the ring after no longer than the count of three. It doesn’t mean she isn’t feeling the pain, though. Yukio attempts to meet her as soon as she stands, but has his massive tree trunk legs worked on with rapid kicks. This momentarily causes some separation. Tamora seizes on her new found momentum shift with a double stomp to the feet of Hiroshi. The shifty attack doubles him for the time being. Tamora throws herself off of the ropes and returns with a dropkick to his knees. That crashes the big man down to a prone position. Tamora cinches him from around the neck and with all of her momentum, drives Yukio down with a DDT. Rolling him over, she goes for a quick pin.


Jerry Andrews: Alexandra has found a way to get the massive Hiroshi Yukio off of his feet!


...1!


And like a barbell in the weight room, Yukio presses Tamora off of her, as she goes zipping between the ropes and back outside of the ring. She looks ‘wowed’ by the display, but quickly reminds herself of how in the world that happened. Receiving a few encouraging words from a neutral faithful (both are fan favorites here), she leaps on the apron and is back in the ring just in time to nail Yukio with an STO! Yukio crash lands like a spaceship in the ring, as Tamora sits him up. She hits the far ropes and comes racing like a comet. She hits the return (facing a seated Hiroshi) and goes for a single leg high knee. Yukio, however, has other plans. He practically catches her in the air and traps her knee in a bowed position. Tamora is unable to free herself from his grip as Yukio makes his way onto his feet, changing Alexandra’s fortunes with a massive powerbomb!


Tamora flies off the mat from the impact of such, while Yukio stretches out his legs. He pulls Tamora up by the hair and pushes her up into the air, catching with with a samoan drop on the way down. Yukio transitions this into a senton splash, practically squashing Tamora like a bug and driving the oxygen right out of her lungs in the process. He now goes for a pin of his own.


1…


2…


Nope! Alexandra Tamora reaches into the well of durability once more as she manages to stay alive in the match. Yukio nods and looks impressed by such. Yukio steps into the center of the ring and lowers his balance. The goodwill of the former Yokozuna is nowhere to be found as he sharpens his focus on the target. Tamora uses the ropes from bottom to top to bring herself back up, coughing and looking for a second wind as she does. Her head turns around to see Yukio charging at her, looking for a super kick. Whether out of instinct or the effect of the previous, she collapses back down to the mat. This in turn means Hiroshi misses the mark and instead gets his leg hooked over the top rope. The males in the crowd sympathize with his sudden misfortune. Yukio himself showing the painful effect. While he straddles the top (and pushing the rope down to touch the middle), Tamora again climbs her way back to her feet.


Ace Anderson: I’m surprised Yukio didn’t collapse the ring there.


Jerry Andrews: Will you stop?!


Ace Anderson: What? I’m just looking out for the well being of the squared circle. Is that such a crime, Jerry?!



If there were a machine that takes quarters, Yukio may experience the up and down motion of a mechanical horse. But there isn’t and he isn’t budging despite Tamora’s attempted strength to make it happen. So, she improvises. By rolling him back inside. Yukio is the recipient of a swift leg drop. A double. A triple. Tamora gets back to her feet and postures to the fans, who are cheering wildly for her. She slooowly peels Yukio back to a vertical base and turns herself at such an angle to attempt a gutwrench suplex!


Ace Anderson: Tamora so far has had his number, but there is no way she lif...ts...


She actually friggen manages to show that she may be far stronger than she looks by getting Hiroshi partially off the mat, but no further. Aborting the idea, she drives piston like forearms into his gut. These begin slow and then pick up speed until Yukio is against the ropes. Confident with herself, she makes a mistake in an Irish whip attempt. Yukio may be hurting, but he still holds a power advantage. He blocks out the pain and reverses things on the rookie. She returns to meet a devastating side kick that catches her flush in the face. An OOH from the faithful as the crack is loud. Tamora promptly crumples to the mat. Yukio has fallen to a knee. With a pained grimace etched on his face, he looks out to the fans for support. They oblige by chanting his name.


Yukio finds a resolve as Tamora is hoisted on her feet. She’s picked up in a bear hug and run straight into the far corner. Tamora collides with impact against the buckles. The top ropes the only thing keeping her upright. Yukio backs up, turns on his heel and returns to sandwich her with a corner splash. Alexandra drops to her knees and then falls face first into the mat. He leans her against the bottom turnbuckle, delivering a quick stomp to the chest for good measure. Yukio makes his way to the opposite side and comes charging full force, connecting with a hip attack. Tamora’s head whiplashes as she slumps over. Just as he goes to drag her out, the referee intervenes much to the dismay of the crowd. Yukio throws his arms out and asks what he’s doing. The ref explains things to him (seeing if she’s able to continue). While the competitor in him wants to finish her off, he is a man of great honor. So he backs off to allow him to do his job.


Jerry Andrews: Alexandra may need medical attention here, folks. That would be a shame as she has looked good in her limited time here. You never like to see a match end like this.


Ace Anderson: Yukio cheated, yes cheated! To even get this far, Jerry.


Jerry Andrews: You did some of that during your career, didn’t you?


While that’s going on, a ruckus has broke out in the arena. Kyle Shane is here! Hopping the railing, he’s quickly into the ring and over to Hiroshi before he knows who’s behind him. Yukio is spun around and BLASTED with a massive punch, wearing what looks like...a modified NES power glove! Yukio’s eyes meet the lights as he TIMBERS down. The Underground Champion is out of the ring just as fast, more than pleased at his dirty work. The impact of the fall drew the referee’s attention, but he sees no one inside. He takes the time to look around the outside, but the pleas of the fans don’t help the cause. Kyle Shane is nowhere to be found.


Jerry Andrews: What the hell?! Kyle Shane has no business out here!


...but a cover from Alexandra Tamora is! And the zebra remembers he has a job to do as he gets back inside.


..1!


….2!


…...3!

DING! DING! DING!

Sasha Greene: Your winner, and advancing to the semi-finals: Alexandra Tamora!

And just like that, the match is over. A dazed Alexandra Tamora gets to her feet, unaware of just HOW Yukio fell. Her confusion melts to a controlled excitement as she realizes she just won the match to advance in the tournament!


Kyle emerges from under the ring, quickly escaping through the crowd towards the top of the ramp to escape detection before emerging in view at the entryway. Hiroshi slowly gets to his feet, assisted and encouraged by Alexandra. Kyle Shane's voice comes over the PA. He's dressed to compete, but he's carrying a mic.


Kyle Shane: Hey there big man! You know the last couple of weeks, you've hit me with some pretty hard shots, and I've eaten some of the hardest hits you've got to offer but I wanted to tell you to your face, that you couldn't get the job done, son!


Kyle is standing on the stage, and both competitors in the ring are looking perturbed by his “sudden” appearance.


Kyle Shane: Now you and me, what we have is separate from the Icemann Tournament, it's taking on a life of it's own, and you got people thinking that I can't put you down, that I can't take your hits, and that you have me running away from you scared. But I'm here to tell you fat boy, that we aren't done and that I'm not going to stop coming until I make myself understood! So with that said -


Kyle comes running down the ramp and sliding into the ring. The crowd doesn't know what to make of it, as Kyle gets in the ring and stands across from Hiroshi. Alexandra Tamora also gets up and looks warily at Kyle, not knowing what he's going to do. Kyle, sternly, stands up and holds his arms out to Hiroshi. He tells Hiroshi to come get him some. Hiroshi has a look of bemusement and annoyance on his face as this cocky kid continues to challenge him. Kyle walks closer to Hiroshi, who decides that he's had enough, and Hiroshi swings at him but Kyle breaks free and begins hitting him with right hands, peppering him back to the ropes. The nonstop flurry continues enough to take Hiroshi off-balance, but Kyle is stopped in his tracks by a strong headbutt from the sumo. Kyle is floored, and he holds his jaw. Kyle is pulling himself up on the middle and bottom ropes. Hiroshi, having had enough, backs up into the middle of the ring. Roaring with rage, Hiroshi charges Kyle Shane, looking to trample him. But suddenly, Kyle pulls down the top rope and Hiroshi Yukio's own momentum sends him OVER the top rope, to the outside! Hiroshi goes spilling outside right in front of the announcer's table! Kyle Shane, gaining his feet, looks at Hiroshi, who is discombobulated and disoriented. Kyle backs up, gathering momentum, and runs off the ropes. Hiroshi is pulling himself up by the announcers' table. Kyle flies like a guided missile, smashing into Hiroshi and spilling them in a heap on the announcer table!! The chaotic scene sends both announcers scrambling.


Jerry Andrews: Kyle Shane and Hiroshi Yukio are going over our table and we -


Ace Anderson: LOOK OUT! *sounds of scuffling*


The crowd is chanting "HOLY SHIT" and "THIS IS AWESOME" as both men are now down in the aisle. Kyle is the first to regain his feet. Kyle, dizzy, stumbles over to the time keeper’s area and shoves some people out of the way. Kyle is still not 100% after possibly whacking his head on the way down, and he looks it. He grabs a steel chair in both hands, and he looks at it with an awed expression. Kyle looks feverish, and he looks from Hiroshi Yukio to the chair, as if questioning if he's going to use it. Kyle moves towards Yukio, holding the chair up. He hasn't swung it yet, because this kind of attack is more of a blatant assault than he wanted to go, but he is also committed to finding a way to keep Hiroshi down. All of this is written on his face as he advances on Hiroshi, but he doesn't swing the chair yet, and suddenly Hiroshi goes from getting to his knees to rising and swinging a punch that punches the chair back into Kyle's face. Kyle is dropped like a stone, and the chair goes flying.


Jerry Andrews: We're back in our seats, and we saw Kyle Shane retrieve that chair, and looked set to use it, but stopped himself.


Ace Anderson: Well, it seemed like for a second, Kyle was asking himself how far he would go. As he said, he knows there is a way to chop down the giant that is Hiroshi Yukio, but what he was attempting there was to hit him from behind with a weapon, and he seemed to be reconciling that.


Jerry Andrews: Yet Hiroshi proved yet again that Kyle can not afford to hold that back or linger too long, and he made him pay.



Kyle pushes himself up on his elbows. He shakes the cobwebs out of his head, and he looks back at Hiroshi. Kyle moves his jaw to make sure nothing's out of place. Hiroshi comes towards him again. Kyle snarls. Kyle says screw that chair, and he flings himself at Hiroshi again, throwing wild rights and lefts and forcing Hiroshi to cover up. Hiroshi pushes Kyle back, but Kyle shows pitbull tenacity and he jumps on Hiroshi, pounding on him. Kyle slides around into a headlock and hangs off the big man's back, punching wildly with one arm. Hiroshi flips him off, slamming him onto the concrete. Kyle is once again up like a shot, not letting anything stop him, and he runs at Hiroshi again... but Hiroshi performs a flapjack, lifting Kyle up and keeping his momentum going by tossing him back onto the announcer's table, chest and ribs first. Kyle is splattered on the table and now rolls off. Ace Anderson gets up, checking on Kyle, who is rolling around, coughing.


Jerry Andrews: The heart, the tenacity of Kyle Shane... but he just keeps getting thrown back down!


Hiroshi holds his arms up and yells at Shane, who is scooted up against the announcer's table, holding his ribs. Hiroshi points at Shane, and makes a title sign motion around his waist. He shakes his head and says he can't stop him. Kyle watches, looking on at Hiroshi, as we go to commercial.

Ace Anderson: We’re back, folks.

Jerry Andrews: I thought for sure that Hiroshi was going to squash you before the commercial break while he fought it out with Kyle Shane.

Ace Anderson: You’d never get so lucky, cream puff. Order has been restored and we’re ready for our next quarterfinals match!

Match Two

Icemann Invitational Quarterfinals Match

Undergound Championship Match

Wasp vs. Kyle Shane (c)

Referee: Joseph Buckland

Sasha Greene: The following contest is a Quarterfinal match in the Icemann Invitational Tournament and is for the Underground Title!

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.

Sasha Greene: Introducing first, the challenger. He hails from Parts Unknown. Weighing One-hundred seventy five pounds, here is The Wasp!

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.

Sasha Greene: And his opponent...

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"

Sasha Greene: Hailing from Boston, Massachusetts. He weighs Two-hundred eighteen pounds, the PCW Underground Champion, Kyle Shane!

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.

DING! DING! DING!

The smug arrogance of the champ is on full display as he hands his title over. While the pass happens, he reiterates calling Wasp “a NOBODY!” The man born Jule Martins doesn’t take kindly to such and immediate yanks the title out of the referee’s hands. Wasp positions the belt around his waist, no doubt angering Kyle Shane with such a gesture. Wasp appears as if he is going to return the title to the ref, but instead throws it right at Kyle who snatches his baby out of the air. Before you can say “game over” Wasp explodes with a roundhouse kick to the title, knocking it right into the arrogant champs jaw. Kyle Shane sputters back into the corner while the referee scoops the title off the mat. Wasp wastes no time in charging in with a stiff forearm to the face. A second. A third. And for good measure, a fourth from the opposite side. Shane is rocked from each shot and finds himself whipped to the far corner. His momentum thrusts him forward into an awaiting dropkick. The God of Game finds his way under the ropes to avoid any further damage to his moneymaker. He backs up into the aisle just in case Wasp had any bright ideas. He partially steps through the ropes, but then re-enters the ring. Shane ignores the ringside fans who give him a piece of his mind while returning to the ring.


Bad move.


From the sea of men, women and children comes HIGH TIDE!


Jerry Andrews: What is HE doing here?!


Ace Anderson: Cheating! That’s what. This isn’t supposed to be a handicap match, Jerry! High Tide has his own match to worry about.


Jerry Andrews: Then why did Kyle get involved and cost Hiroshi Yukio? This is an Underground Rules match for the title. There’s no crying in the Underground Division.


He uses the barricade as a springboard and throws a clothesline onto an unsuspecting champion. Wasp decides he will now join the party (or would that be reunion?) as the two stomp a mudhole into Kyle Shane, much to the delight of the fans. Kyle is hoisted up and swung back and forth into the railings like Sonic the Hedgehog off bumpers in Casino Night Zone. He is then dropped on the unforgiving floor with a spine adjusting back body drop from Wasp. High Tide takes it upon himself to show Kyle Shane to the ring steps as he battering rams him right through. Kyle quickly favors his head and rolls onto his back. Just in time for Wasp to nail a double stomp. Tide gets in one last shot before embracing his long time tag partner prior to leaving port.


Jerry Andrews: As underhanded as this may be, it’s all legal. Wasp is willing to do whatever it takes to shut the arrogant champ up!


In the ring, Kyle Shane is met with an assortment of weapons being thrown in. The fans no doubt approve of such tactics. Wasp decides he’s going to grab a kendo stick and stalk Kyle Shane wherever he goes with it. Poking into his back, HE asks “who’s a nobody?!” to which the answer is a stinging shot. Shane arches his back and yells in agony as the welts begin. Wasp trades question and kendo stick answer long enough to break it over him. Kyle is picked up and introduced onto a steel chair with a sidewalk slam. Wasp pushes him off of it so he can collect said object. He raises it high into the lights and looks to bring it down onto the body of Kyle, but he manages to just roll out of the way a split second before impact. Undeterred the ring veteran keeps trying, but somehow Shane manages to stay one step ahead of the game. Wasp fakes him out and it’s then that the assault commences. A pin attempt follows.


..1!


….2!


It’ll take more than that to put the dominant Underground Champ down. He’s defeated plenty of bosses over time. Wasp sets the chair up and then doubles Kyle over with a boot to the midsection. Looking for a DDT as a follow, Shane slaps the brakes on by pushing his hands into the seat of the chair to stop his head from hitting first. He jams his fists into Wasp’s sides to break free and just as quickly nails Nocturne of Shadows onto the very chair! The object collapses under the impact. Shane winces in his movements from the attack on his back. Kyle looks at his handiwork and grins. It’s time to begin leveling up.


Ace Anderson: Kyle Shane is about to show why he has been so dominant in defenses. Unlike Wasp, he doesn’t need the help of anyone!


Jerry Andrews: Are you the President of his fan club now?


Wasp is picked up. His head gets cinched in the hands of Kyle who unleashes a breakneck torrent of knees to the face. One devastating one towards the end drives Wasp completely back into the ropes. Shane charges in and delivers a punishing side kick square to the face. Wasp topples over the ropes and lands hard on the floor below. Shane slowly rolls out and nails Emblem Heartless! The name of Hiroshi Yukio is spoke in anger, presumably it’s who the champ envisions he is doing this to. Wasp has his HP depleted with a chain of two suplexes and a brainbuster finale with a quick spin of the hips. The third of the trio is done onto a steel trash can.


Wasp throws some punches in vain to slow the onslaught and partially succeeds. A knife edge chop drives Kyle towards the ramp as he covers up. Wasp while still stinging (no pun intended) from the damage, delivers a high knee between Kyle’s shoulders. He falls into the ramp’s center as Wasp advances. A quick thumb to the eye slows his momentum, allowing Kyle Shane the chance to return to his feet. Wasp is whipped into the steel of the tron stand and in the return is promptly dropped with Goddess White Sword! Action returns to the ring shortly after as Wasp is dumped with a simple, but effective bodyslam. Shane contemplates what he would like to do next.


He remembers the attempted chair assisted DDT from earlier and goes out of the ring momentarily to collect a spare. He returns and sets it up in the middle of the ring. Wasp is peeled off the mat and once more, is called a nobody! Kyle keeps the trash talk going by letting him know he’s not on his level and that NO ONE will take HIS version of the World Title. Wasps arms are cinched in a double chickenwing as Shane delivers a double-arm DDT. Wasp’s body falls limp as he’s rolled up for a pin.


..1!


….2!


3….NO!


Wasp shocks the champ by somehow kicking out! Kyle shakes his head ever so lightly, more annoyed than anything by not putting away the human insect. Wasp is pulled up and met with a combination of knees, kicks, leg strikes and a dropkick to the chest that drives him backwards into the corner. Kyle comes charging in and eats nothing but buckle! Wasp uses the top rope for guided assistance down the ring and into the next corner. Kyle Shane tries a second time and this time meets a back elbow for his troubles. Wasp again pulls his way from danger. The champ manages to shake that off as well, only not as quick. He rushes like a bull in a china shop...but Wasp side steps and allows the momentum to send Kyle shoulder first into the ring post with a LOUD crack. With the champ slumped in the corner, the fans suddenly rooting on Wasp and of course the Underground Title on the line, he finds a second wind!


Jerry Andrews: Wasp showing off a lot of resilience here! He has the experience to get this done. Now he has to capitalize!


Shane is pulled into a reverse DDT! And then mounted punches. Wasp is fired up as he unloads chop after after chop after WOOOO! Chop. Shane swings wildly, looking for a clothesline, but the challenger ducks and follows with a bounce off the ropes. His return nets a flying spear that slices Kyle in half. Wasp like a shark senses blood in the water! He gets to his feet first and brings a reeling champ with him. He hits The Hive Guard! A pin.


..1!


….2!


…...Thre-NO!


Wasp thought he had this in the bag. He looks beside himself and then makes the decision to find himself not only TWO tables, but a rather tall, ominous ladder to go with it. The fans have a good idea of what’s coming here. The tables are stacked on one another like Donkey Kong barrels. The ladder is placed relatively close. Kyle takes a couple of stiff shots before being placed on the top table. Wasp scales the rungs of the ladder. He looks down at the fallen Kyle Shane, psyching himself up to take the leap. A win not only makes him a champion again but also advances him to the next round of the tournament!


…


DEADLY VENOM FROM THE LADDER!!


NO ONE HOME!


Wasp’s body explodes through the lumber as Kyle Shane just BARELY manages to reach an imaginary 1-UP to get the hell out of harm’s way. The crowd lets out a collective HOLY SHIT from the sheer sight of the fall. Kyle manages to collect his wits as he gathers Wasp for Pieces of Eden and a cover to follow.


..1!


….2!


…...3!

DING! DING! DING!

The God of Game has won another boss battle tonight and has earned the right to advance to the semi-finals.

Sasha Greene: Here is the winner, advancing to the semi finals, and STILL Underground Champion, Kyle Shane!

Jerry Andrews: Wasp put forth a great effort, but tonight just wasn’t his night.


Ace Anderson: Even with the help of High Tide, he couldn’t quite get it done, but I have to say it really was a close effort from the veteran.



The show is taken backstage. From the view of the camera, the pace is slow. Cautious really. Where in the inner workings of the arena is of no concern. But if you were there, you wouldn’t want to be. The safety of public view begins to fade into the background the further you’re taken.


“Save me...”


Those two words squeak helplessly. You think it sounds like the voice of young female. No older than six. Seven, tops. This has to be serious, right? But wait. WHY would a child be allowed back here?


“Save me, please!!”


The cry for help has an air of the immediate. The picture bounces up and down from a more frantic paced. A partially seen figure shadow is chased.


“SAVE ME!”


Pause. They arrive. And that’s when Destiny is revealed as the responsible party. She snickers at her game, feigning the childlike cry of help into her actual full bodied vocal. The words she shares are chilling.


The centerpiece within looks to be a model wrestling ring. A sudden jerk from behind pushes the cameraman down. He quickly befriends the ground as multiple sets of black boots swarm to him. The camera spins around to show the followers of Seromine towering above. Hissing.


That is until he is aggressively pulled up by them and held in place.


Seromine himself emerges into sight. He glides around to his wife, who continues to taunt the frightened employee. Flanking him is Gabriel. In Destiny’s hand is a small paper bag. Seromine has it handed to him. He reaches in and removes four items: The same torn, blue mask from the previous show and three specially made...candles?


The candles are such because they aren’t the ordinary ones usually held by Salvation. These have been custom made to look like Grimm, Nathan Saniti and Non Compos Mentis. Each figure is placed inside of the ring and lit from the head. Paying no mind to the intruder, Seromine hoists the damaged mask into his line of sight.


“When you decided to enter the battle, you welcomed war into your soul. So, I removed the lone piece of armor you had and ended the fight with a single strike before you could ever head towards the ring. Gabriel was always going to win. I just expedited the process. As you lay there losing light in your eyes, what did you find in darkness?”



After discarding the mask of Sacramentum, Seromine runs a finger along the rope. He stops in front of the Grimm candle.


“You know about darkness. Right, Phinehas? Hiding amongst the unseen, but having a presence everywhere. That is until the embers of light start to cinge closer and closer to your location. Drawing the monster out of hiding. Here we are, with you are in the open tonight. A presence reduced to what’s between the very ropes you ply your craft in. Maybe you really aren’t everywhere. Maybe all that was needed was someone who lacks fear of your mystique to go in and put you down.”



He turns his attention towards the true enemy.



“Which is what awaits you, Nathaniel. Nathan. Nobody. The outcome tonight, no matter if it’s a win or loss, shall not slow down the finish to what I started oh-so-long ago. You sacrificed your allies on the altar, hoping to buy some more borrowed time for yourself. You have no offerings left. All the sand in the desert wouldn’t be enough to refill your hourglass with.


Crucifying you again is another title I’m going to claim at Living a Legacy! Just...as Gabriel will take his rightful place in the winner’s circle of the Icemann Invitational.”



Gabriel steps forward, his eyes looking upwards, toward the heavens.


"The Glory is Upon Us!"



He pauses for a moment and smiles widely.


"The flame from these candles will guide us and bring light to the lives of those who accept the Word of the Lord. And the flames themselves will burn the non-believers. You have all been given the opportunity to be saved. Take it now. Or we cannot be responsible for what happens to you."



Seromine looks to the heavens.


"Praise Seromine."



He now looks the camera dead center with a malicious grin.


"Praise the Lord."




Jerry Andrews: That guy…


Ace Anderson: ...Gives me the creeps.


Jerry Andrews: Let’s move on, shall we?


Ace Anderson: That’s the best idea you’ve had all night.

Match Three

Icemann Invitational Quarterfinals Match

“The Asshole” Whitey Ford vs High Tide

Referee: Eric Russo

Sasha Greene: The following contest is a quarterfinal match for the Icemann Invitational tournament and is scheduled for one fall!

"You Are a Pirate!" by Alestorm comes onto the PA, and High Tide makes his way to the ring. The longstanding only pirate of PCW has a little extra swagger in his step tonight, and one can't help but wonder if the confidence on his face is legit or something that he's forced himself to portray.

Sasha Greene: Hailing from Toronto, Canada...standing at 5'10 and weighing in at 195 pounds...High Tide!

Tide stops just short of the ring, giving a glance to his left and right at the fans before sliding underneath the bottom rope.


Ace Anderson: High Tide seems a little different tonight, Jerry. He looks determined, and that determination is what he'll need to get past Whitey Ford.


Jerry Andrews: True enough, Ace, but are you actually holding Whitey to a higher regard than usual? Tide has been on a roll, most recently defeating Crazy Boy in a very close and physical matchup.


Ace Anderson: I wish Whitey would just die, to be honest. I have no love for him, but facts are facts. Tide is riding some momentum, but Whitey has only lost one match since returning to PCW, and that was against a resurging Eira in a contest that could have gone either way. Tide is the underdog here.


Tide waits in his corner, bouncing from foot to foot, waiting for his opponent to make his entrance. He doesn't have to wait long, as "Bad Man" by Bobaflex starts up in his southern rock guitar riffs.

Sasha Greene: And his opponent, weighing in at 245 pounds and standing at 6'3...Whitey Ford!

Whitey casually walks out onto the stage and doesn't stop walking to address the crowd. Tonight he's getting more cheers than ever, which does cause him to crack a small smile over his otherwise concentrated face. Whitey jogs the last few steps to the ring and rolls under the bottom rope. The referee had just got done checking Tide for foreign objects, and tries to do the same to Whitey...who just walks away from him. The ref tries to corner him, but Ford keeps circling around the zebra. When the ref finally grabs him by the elbow, Whitey pulls it away.


Whitey: Haven't you been paying attention? I don't cheat anymore, and I'm not a fucking liar!


The ref insists, and Whitey complies finally, letting the ref check his shorts, kneepads, and elbow pads for weapons.


Jerry Andrews: Whitey seems just as determined as High Tide, but I can't help but think there may be an equalizing factor here that gives Tide an advantage. Whitey has enemies in high places.


Ace Anderson: True, the International Champion Seromine has made it very clear that he's unhappy with Ford's actions as of late, and that's without mentioning Whitey basically called Grimm out over the World Title. I don't see his lackey's Bob King or Michael John Windsor here tonight, so Ford is out here on his own. This will be an interesting matchup for sure.



Jerry Andrews: It's the Icemann Invitational, Ace. One of these men will not progress in the tournament, and neither man can afford to lose momentum at this point.


Ford's music cuts out, and the referee calls for the bell. Ford instantly saunters to the middle of the ring as Tide cautiously does the same. Ford extends his hand for a handshake, nodding his head in acknowledgement. "Good luck. But pirates are always hanged in the end." Tide cocks his head to one side...and instead of shaking his hand, Tide bitch slaps Whitey hard enough to send him staggering back a couple steps!


Ace Anderson: Ha!


Jerry Andrews: Well, that set the tone pretty quick!



Whitey holds the side of his face for a moment...but retaliates almost immediately, raining forearms and punches into the head of High Tide! The latter is reeling instantly against the rage induced onslaught, falling back into the corner and covering up. Ford starts clubbing the back of Tide's back, only to transition into a big time hip toss from the corner, laying Tide into the middle of the ring. Tide tries to regain his footing quickly, but is caught with a HUGE European Uppercut that sends him staggering back into the opposite turnbuckle he came. Ford follows up with a corner clothesline, transitions into a snapmare, and finishing with a big kick to the back of the pirate. Tide rolls on the mat, favoring his back.


Whitey continues the assault, dropping a few knees over the back of High Tide. Whitey picks up his opponent, and grabs him by the chin with one hand while using his free hand to wag an index finger in his face, to tell him 'no.' Ford then goes for a big haymaker, but Tide blocks it only to hit a punch of his own! One, two, three more punches are landed before Tide retreats just to hit the ropes and duck a clothesline from Whitey. Tide hits the opposite ropes, rebounds back...but is caught with a shoulder block by the heavier man. Whitey hits the ropes this time, but Tide rolls underneath him, forcing another rebound. Tide ducks down attempt a back suplex, but Whitey counters it with a sunset flip...which Tide in turn counters by rolling through to his feet. In a split second, Tide launches forward and floors Whitey with a dropkick to the face!


Ace Anderson: Tide isn't going to just lay down for Whitey, he's going to make him earn it!


Ford is flat on his back, holding his teeth, as Tide regains his feet. The pirate of PCW turns his back to Whitey, and hits a standing moonsault! High Tide proceeds to mount the former World Champion and rain down heavy elbows to his head. Tide stops on the referees count, but lands a stomp to Whitey's chest as he stands up.


Jerry Andrews: Tide is being absolutely ruthless here, not letting Whitey breath. A solid strategy.



As Whitey is rolling over and gets to his hands and knees, Tide is hitting the ropes again, coming in strong with a dropkick to Ford's temple! Tide goes for the cover.


..1!


….2!


Whitey kicks out, with a lock of shock on his face that Tide almost put him away so quickly. Tide doesn't relent, and applies a chin lock to Ford. Whitey grimaces in pain, but whereas Tide is the faster and nimbler opponent, Ford has the strength and size advantage, and uses the few moments the hold is applied to gain some of his energy back. Whitey starts to fight back to his feet, and upon getting there throws a couple well placed elbows into High Tide's ribcage. Once the grip on his neck is loosened, Whitey pushes Tide into the ropes and waits for the return...but is caught with a running hurricanrana which sends him across the ring! Ford lands near the ropes, and Tide charges once more only to catch...nothing. Whitey ducks low, and Tide rolls over the top rope but lands on the apron. Ford scurries to the middle of the ring and turns just in time to see Tide springboarding at him, looking for a double axe handle or a forearm. Neither move ever come to fruition, as Whitey ducks low, plants his head underneath High Tide's arm, and launches him backwards with a release Northern Lights Suplex!


Ace Anderson: Ouch.



Jerry Andrews: Tide is down, for the time being.


Whitey moves to his downed opponent, and picks him up by his long hair. One European Uppercut later and Tide staggers backwards, only to be met by Ford who connects with a running dropkick to the jaw that sends the pirate to the mat in a heap. Ford makes a cover.


..1!


....2!


Tide kicks out. Whitey looks annoyed but otherwise unsurprised. Pulling Tide to his feet, he hits a chop, followed by a punch, then a knee to the ribs. Whitey uses Tide's lack of breath to his advantage, sliding behind him and lifting him up in a delayed German Suplex! Another cover.


..1!


....2!


Another kickout, and Tide decides it's time to try and finish it while the finishin's good. Whitey climbs up to the top turnbuckle with an agility not at all common for a man his size, and readies himself for his Senton Splash. Tide isn't nearly out of the match yet, though, and kips up to his feet! Tide charges Whitey...but the Asshole leaps from the turnbuckle and forward rolls to safety! Tide turns warily, but Whitey is already upon him with a Rehab Spear! Ford attempts a lazy cover, his shit eating grin showing how confident he is that the match is over.


..1!


....2!


The referee stops the count, and Whitey is confused. Tide's foot is on the bottom rope! Whitey slams the heels of his palms into his head a couple times, frustrated for not being more diligent.


Ace Anderson: Ford may have taken Tide a bit lightly here tonight, but he's still close to the win. The idiot should just keep hammering on him and he'll get the 3 count eventually.


Jerry Andrews: High Tide is as resilient as the next man, Ace. This match is far from over.



Ford takes a minute to collect himself, but eventually runs his thumb across his neck, signalling for the end. Tide is trying to recover in the corner, but Whitey clubs him over the back with a couple forearms before picking him up for the Backtoss Powerbomb. Whitey turns to the middle of the ring, and tosses Tide forward...but it was a ploy by the pirate! Tide flips over onto his feet with ease, and Whitey falls on his ass without any finisher taking place. Tide hits him with a massive knee to the temple, leaving Ford lying in a heap on the mat! Tide scrambles for a cover.


..1!


....2!


Whitey kicks out, but barely! Tide is still favoring his ribs, but drags Whitey up to his feet only to bully him into the corner. Tide retreats, and with a pirate's war cry he charges the corner, hitting a huge dropkick! Whitey falls to both knees, holding his chest in agony. Tide is on his feet just long enough to plant Ford with a modified DDT! Another cover by Tide.


..1!


....2!


Ford kicks out once more. Tide is starting to get more and more bothered by each kickout, but doesn't argue with the ref. Tide see's another top rope opportunity with Ford being more damaged this time, and scales the turnbuckles once more. Tide comes off and hits a picture perfect moonsault!...if it weren't for Whitey getting his knees up at the last second. Tide semi rolls through and clutches his ribs, and Whitey pulls himself up groggily by the ropes. Whitey wants to capitalize and charges, but is stunned by an enziguri that doesn't quite connect as flush as it should have. It gives Tide just enough time to attempt a superkick, but Whitey ducks under the attempt and hits a big kick to the midsection. Leaping up and delivering a downwards kick, Whitey hits the hangover from hell!


Jerry Andrews: Could this be it?!?!


Whitey is still too groggy to make a pin attempt, unfortunately. Both men reach their feet at about the same time.


Ace Anderson: Lots of big shots being landed here...and here's some more!



Both men start trading right hands, neither one wanting to give an inch to the other. Tide starts to come out on top, his quicker strikes pushing Whitey back a few steps. High Tide hits the ropes once more, and comes back with a running high calf kick! Whitey is stunned, but somehow doesn't fall!


Jerry Anderson: Whitey is out on his feet, this onslaught is too much! This could be the end here!


High Tide goes for another big calf kick...but Whitey is ready, and connects with a big elbow to Tide's head right before he jumps. After a kick to the stomach, Whitey quickly hoists Tide up onto his back and has him set up for the Backtoss Piledriver! Tide is kicking and fighting as hard as he can, and inadvertently catches the referee in the temple! The ref is down, but Whitey uses a surge of strength to overpower Tide and connect with his finishing move!


..1!


....2!


Who gives a fuck, nobody is there to count. The referee is down, and Whitey looks beside himself. He rolls over slowly to the ref and starts to try and revive him. The crowd is suddenly overly excited about something; Whitey realizes this a second too late. Grimm slides into the ring behind him...a shovel in hand. Ford turns around just in time to be struck square in the face with the metal spade.


Ace Andrews : Jesus Christ! Is he dead?


Jerry Andrews: The ref is down and now so are Whitey and Tide!


Ace Andrews: Wait...is Whitey moving?


Sure enough, Whitey is moving...not very coherently and definitely not very swift, but Ford is gradually pushing himself up onto his hands and knees. Grimm stands over his quarry, a dark sentinel, a sinister shovel knight. Phineas raises the shovel again, and brings the metal cracking down hard onto Whitey's back. Ford falls onto his face again, but slowly starts to push himself back up again. This time, Grimm allows him to reach his knees. Whitey is bleeding from a cut on his cheek and his eyes are cloudy with a chance of concussion, but he stares up at Grimm with as much defiance as he can muster. Grimm doesn't smile; he doesn't frown; he barely even looks interested. A swing and a hit, and Whitey is left crumpled and unconscious on the mat due to a third shot by the shovel.


Ace Anderson:  ...Yeah.  He's Dead.


Jerry Andrews: Where's Bob King, Whitey's friend? Where's security? Where's the...the hearse...Whitey might really be hurt here.


The referee is just starting to come to, as is High Tide. Grimm turns his attention to the former and lifts him up, feigning concern over his well being. With shovel still in hand, Grimm positions the ref so he can't see the downed Ford right away...but Tide is at Grimm's back. Without a word, Grimm chokes up on the shovel and smashes Tide as hard as he can over the back. The referee has no choice but to call for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

Sasha Greene: Your winner, as a result of disqualification...HIGH TIDE!

Ace Anderson: Oh my. Grimm not only might have killed Whitey, but he cost him his spot in the Icemann Invitational.


Jerry Andrews: Ace, you and I may not agree on much, but this was uncalled for. Grimm just took Whitey out of the picture, it seems, and attacked Tide as well. Our World Champion will not allow himself to be threatened, especially by Ford.


Ace Anderson: Here come the paramedics.



Alestorm is playing over the loudspeakers, and only now does Grimm crack a smile. He exits the ring and heads up the ramp, shovel in hand, as Whitey is still not moving on the mat.

Jerry Andrews: Welcome back, folks! We’re ready to...



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


Ace Anderson: Kelli Starr is here?


Jerry Andrews: It would appear so, and the crowd is on their feet!

“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. Soon, she produces a microphone as a sullen look crosses her face.


Jerry Andrews: Uh oh. This could be serious.


Ace Anderson: I hope it's not what I think it is.


The crowd begins to cheer "KELLI!" "KELLI!" KELLI!" for a few moments, but eventually quiets down as she raises the mic to her mouth.


Kelli: I’ve got a coupla things I need to say, but before I do, how are the Faithful tonight?!


She gets a cheap pop from the crowd, which seems to lighten her disposition a bit.


Kelli: The first thing I think I need to say is... I'm sorry.


A hush falls over the crowd as genuine sadness crosses her face, their collective hearts breaking and their minds fluttering with negative possibilities.


Kelli: I'm sorry that I've just… not been here. . So I'm apologizing to the PCW Universe for putting up with that. The truth is, my mind hasn't been in the game lately, and I feel like I've let you all down.


The crowd murmurs disapproval of the message, shouting "We love you, Kelli," at her. She inhales deeply, closing her eyes as she soaks up the love being given to her.


Kelli: Now that I've said that, there’s a special person I need to apologize to…


Her eyes snap open.


Kelli: ...I’m sorry, Seromine.


The crowd goes silent in disbelief. Kelli leans over the ropes and directly into the camera before continuing.


Kelli: I understand, I do, you think you’re a man of God out to save the poor souls of PCW. While not every preacher man has apostles of fuckery that began with costume inspiration straight out of Banksy’s wank rag, you still have a flock! You’ve built up a following, you’re so balls deep in Majors’ psyche he could have your babies, and things are building for you… and that’s why I’m here to apologize. I'm sorry, Seromine, but I’m back - and you’re fucked.



The crowd shakes the rafters with adulation!


Kelli: I'm sorry you didn’t get a warning before we took your easy mode bullshit and jacked it up to my level, but once Nathan is done with you at Living a Legacy…


She giggles sweetly, candy-coated cyanide.


Kelli: ...once Nathan is done with you, it’s MY turn, and -



Suddenly, "Prognosis," by See John Hum plays over the speakers, stopping Kelli's monologue in its tracks.


Jerry Andrews: What the hell? Who is this?


Red and blue lights flash and an ambulance siren blares, filling the arena with its droning as it backs into view. The siren shuts off, allowing the refrains of the haunting melody to conclude before the ambulance door opens wide. A tall, lanky man in a business suit and a burlap scarecrow mask dismounts the vehicle carrying an old fashioned doctor's bag. The mask, even in its simplicity is the stuff of nightmares.


Ace Anderson: I have no clue who this guy is, Jerry.


Jerry Andrews: Is he with Seromine or what?


Ace Anderson: Well, she DID just call him out. Maybe he has a new recruit.


The man reaches into his bag, pulling out a microphone of his own Kelli looks just as perplexed as the rest of the crowd as to just who this new intruder is.


Man in the Mask: Please continue. I hate to interrupt such an interesting client as she attempts to bare her soul to the entire world.


Kelli begins to speak, but the man in the mask interrupts her, driving her ire.


Man in the Mask: Where are my manners? Perhaps I should introduce myself. I am known as The Good Doctor. I have come to PCW to offer my services. You see, once I saw a certain... client of mine gracing this show, I knew that the inmates were truly running the asylum. You see, I specialize in controlling chaos, particularly the chaos of the unhinged mind.



The crowd gives a mixed reaction to the newcomer.


The Good Doctor: His presence wasn't the only thing that intrigued me. You see, Ms. Starr, I could write an entire book about someone like you. Multiple personalities, drug addictions, inferiority complexes, post traumatic stress disorders, all wrapped up in a candy colored bow. I could win a Nobel prize writing a thesis on you.

Kelli blinks, the building anger in her eyes giving way to a stare of bemused disdain.

Kelli: Bro, if you’re lookin’ for crazy, you’ve come to the right place. Point to a name on the roster, and chances are they’re batshit. You can’t be here JUST for me if you’re lookin’ for crazy. What is it you WANT?

The Good Doctor: Hostility only indicates that I have struck a vein of truth. If you like, we can chat later and get to the root of your troubles. As for what I want, it's quite simple. I want to re-introduce someone who has been fully rehabilitated, all within the short time of a month. That's precisely how good I am. Before I do that, allow me to remind people just who this person was. He was out of control, reckless, and frankly, ineffectual in nearly every aspect of his career. I have turned that around! Ladies and gentlemen, I give you...

The Good Doctor motions to the back of the ambulance as, "Make Us Insane," by Powerman 5000 blares throughout the arena. A familiar smiley comes onto the PCW-Tron:

Ace Anderson: Oh no. Not him. Anyone but him.



Blood begins to ooze from the symbol, seeming to drain down the screen, down the video wall, and onto the ramp. Yellow and blue lights scamper in an erratic pattern all around the arena. Flashes of lightning flicker brightly on the screens. The music continues, yet no one comes out.


Jerry Andrews: OH MY GOD! LOOK OUT BEHIND YOU, KELLI!


Lunatic sneaks in from out of the crowd and behind the colorful bombshell. He charges in, dropping Kelli from behind with a mule kick to the back of her head. The Good Doctor heads down the ramp to assist his charge, sliding in and giving directions that Lunatic seems to follow without question or hesitation. The pair deliver stomps several times before Lunatic picks up the petite competitor, slings her to the ropes, and connects with a snap powerslam that shakes the ring from impact. The Good Doctor calls out one more order, and Lunatic locks in his submission finisher.


Jerry Andrews: This has to stop! He has her in the Full Restraint!


Ace Anderson: Somebody help her! Even Dollface doesn't deserve this!


Jerry Andrews: Here comes Saniti!


The crowd cheers loudly as Nathan Saniti bursts from the back, rushing the ring without hesitation. The Good Doctor and Lunatic bolt out of the squared circle, putting distance between them and their victim. An sadistic smile decorates Looney's face while Nathan checks his beloved. The Good Doctor tilts his head at Nathan with interest. He speaks into Lunatic's ears, which only causes his patient to smile even broader. Slowly, they both begin to mount the ring apron. As they do, the rest of the Harvesters rush down the ramp to blockade their efforts.


"This is Gonna Hurt," by Sixx AM changes the tone of the confrontation as the current acting President Loki steps out from the back. The crowd cheers as all eyes turn toward the ramp.


Ace Anderson: ...And the fun just keeps on leaving!


Loki: Hold it right there! if you two want to go at each other so badly, then we're going to make it official.


The crowd cheers, hoping for a bonus match.


Loki: But since we're pressed for time tonight, on Trauma 212 we're going to open the show with the Good Doctor in the corner of his protégé, Lunatic going against Kelli Starr. Now, Harvesters, I can't have all of you interfering, so you'll be banned from ringside. Except Nathan Saniti. I know you would want to be in Kelli's corner, so consider it done.



The crowd cheers even louder!


Loki: And since you two are so hell bent on proving yourselves, we'll make it an Underground Rules Match. Now clear out of that ring so we can get this show back on track.



Jerry Andrews: Wow! Our President laying down the law tonight.


Ace Anderson: You mean sticking his nose in other people’s business. I could be wrong, but I think the Good Doctor just might give Lunatic the focus he needs. And maybe keep him the hell away from me.

Match Four

Icemann Invitational Quarterfinals Match

Non Compos Mentis vs. Gabriel

Referee: Nigel Gale

Jerry Andrews: It's time for our last quarterfinal match of this year's Icemann Invitational Tournament!


Ace Anderson: And what a match it's going to be! Two long time PCW veterans going at it to get closer to the prize!

Sasha Green: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is a Quarterfinal match for the Icemann Invitational! Introducing first, hailing from St Jude’s Shelter, in Schenectady, New York, weighing in at 255 pounds, Non Compos Mentis!

“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 clamoring at the body of the 'Born Psycho', Non Compos Mentis. NCM pushes past the fans in the stands and charges to the security barrier.

“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.

Sasha Greene: And his opponent, all the way from Toronto, Alberta, Canada, weighing in at 219 pounds, he is Gabriel!

The lights go out. Suddenly the arena is completely lit up with white light as the opening notes of "There's a World" by Neil Young play. Gabriel emerges, surrounded by the Cultists, wearing a tan button up shirt, brown overalls and heavy dark boots. He clasps his hands together and smiles widely before walking down to the ring.

"There's a world you're living in

No one else has your part

All God's children in the wind

Take it in and blow hard.

Look around it, have you found it

Walking down the avenue?

See what it brings,

could be good things

In the air for you.."

Gabriel gets to the ring and stretches out his hands. On cue, the Followers slowly surround the ring, two on each side and Gabriel at the foot of the ramp, watching with righteous glee. NCM does his best to watch every direction at once, his guard on high alert.


Jerry Andrews: What the hell are the Followers doing out here?


Ace Anderson: From the looks of things, they mean to make sure that Brother Gabriel makes it to the semi-finals.


The Followers all climb onto the ring apron simultaneously. A panicked look crosses the Born Psycho's face. Gabriel ascends the steel stairs, wiping his feet on the apron and stepping between the ropes. Gabriel begins to preach to the unkempt superstar, shouting at him to repent his sins. A wide-eyed NCM frantically scans around for an escape route, but there is none to be had as the Cultists close in.


Gabriel, seeing that his words of glory have yet to reach through his opponent's skull, lurches forward, only to be met by the Born Psycho falling to his knees, his own hands outstretched and begging for mercy. NCM pleads to Gabriel and the Followers, slowly beginning to sob uncontrollably. His shoulders lurch and heave as he bows his head to the mat.


Soon, the bawling slowly morphs into...


Ace Anderson: Is... Is he laughing?


An rictus grin and a stare that could turn the blood of the sane cold gazes back at the Saved Superstar. The laughter grows in intensity into a maniacal cackle, NCM's head thrown back. Just as suddenly as the guffaw started, it gets abruptly cut off. Along with the lights.


Jerry Andrews: What the hell is going on now?


Ace Anderson: Stop touching me there, you pervert!


Jerry Andrews: I didn't...


The light come back on full to the ring. NCM is upright glaring straight at Gabriel. It doesn't take long before Seromine's right hand and the Cultists realize they are no longer in the majority in the ring.


Ace Anderson: OH


Jerry Andrews: MY


Ace Anderson: GOD!


Jerry Andrews: It's the Hobo Horde! The Hobo King came prepared!


For each cultist, there is a rather menacing looking vagrant threateningly glowering at them, dressed in tattered clothes. Their uncomely appearance is only matched by the malice in their eyes. Soon, the two groups begin trading blows, Gabriel and NCM squaring off whilst their cohorts annihilate each other. before too long, referees and security flood the ring to separate the two groups. It takes a flurry of officials to quell most of the fracas.


"This is Gonna Hurt" blasts over the speakers once more as Loki makes his presence known.


Loki: STOP. RIGHT. THERE!



Finally, both of the assembled groups form an unspoken temporary treaty.


Loki: I will not have the Icemann Tournament hijacked by Hobos or Cultists! The way I see it we have a few choices here; You all can keep brawling, I'll disqualify BOTH Gabriel and NCM, and we'll have a triple threat match at Trauma 212 for the final spot at Living a Legacy...


The crowd gives a mostly negative reaction to this choice.


Loki: ...the Hobo Horde and the Followers can leave, and we can have the match that was supposed to happen...


The audience likes this option a bit better.


Loki: Or... Everyone can stay right where they are. The Hobos and the Cultists can surround the ring and this match can become a Lumberjack Match!


Loki scans the roaring crowd, picking up on their raucous approval. He smirks confidently, nodding his head.


Loki: Looks like it's settled then. This match will now be contested under Lumberjack rules.


The peanut gallery shakes the rafters with agreement. Loki starts to walk away, but thinks twice, returning his attention to the ring once again.


Loki: Oh, by the way... If a Follower or Vagrant steps into that ring during the match... BOTH men will be disqualified and will be ineligible for the Last Chance Battle Royal. Their job is to keep the action in the ring. Nothing more, nothing less. So I suggest you both keep your Minions under control. Now start the match!


Nigel Gale waits for the gathered bunch to gain some semblance of order in their positions around the ring and calls for the bell. Both men charge in, fists a-flying, trading blow-for-blow. Finally, NCM raises a knee to the god-appointed gut of Gabriel, doubling him over. Grasping Gabriel's noggin like a basketball, the Hobo King rushes him to the turnbuckle for an uncomfortable meeting, but his efforts are thwarted at the last second.


Gabriel blocks another attempt by the Born Psycho to introduce his face to the corner, driving an elbow of his own into NCM's face to break the assault. The Hobo King turns away, checking his face for damage, but Gabriel chop blocks his left knee, dropping the Voracious Vagrant to the mat with a yelp of surprise and pain. Unrelenting, Gabriel takes up the left leg, grapevining it and dropping down across the knee.


Jerry Andrews: Gabriel is looking to injure to take away NCM's vertical base.


Ace Anderson: Not an entirely bad strategy, if you think about it. If your opponent can't walk, he can't fight.


Jerry Andrews: Thank you, Mr. Myagi.


Ace Anderson: Right movie, wrong character, jackass. And GAWD you're old.


Jerry Andrews: Said the man who knew which movie Mr. Myagi was from.


Ace Anderson: I haven't said that I hate you yet tonight, have I?


Jerry Andrews: At this point, I think it's unspoken.


Ace Anderson: I wish you were unspoken.


In the ring, Gabriel continues to concentrate on the left leg and knee of his opponent, flipping the Hobo King onto his back and locking in a half Boston crab. The ref checks for a submission, but this transient isn't ready to leave just yet. He reaches for the ropes, inching himself and Seromine's Messenger closer and closer. He starts to get his fingertips on the rope, but Lazarus yanks it out of his grasp. The official warns the Follower about further interference.


As he's distracted by one valet, one of NCM's helpful homeless drapes his King's foot over the rope. The ref turns just in time to call for the hold to be broken, in spite of the Followers' protests. Gale gets to the count of four before Gabriel's relinquishing. NCM is helped to his feet by the disturbed deacon, slinging him to the ropes and greeting his return with a knee to the face that lands the Hobo King back on the mat.


He gathers his prey, but as NCM gets his legs under him, he nails Gabriel with a series of European uppercuts that dazes the sermonizer.


Ace Anderson: Back to Madness! That's a game changer!


Both men lay on the ground, but the vagabond shuffles to his feet as fast as he can, favoring the left leg for several step, walking off the pain for now. A scoop and a slam knocks a bit more wind out of Gabriel's sails. NCM pulls Gabriel up and sends him right back down with a textbook snap suplex. The Born Psycho collects his foe, underhooking his arms.


Jerry Andrews: He's be going for the Fractured Mind!


NCM lifts Gabriel up, but God's Messenger wriggles out of the hold before it can get executed, scrambling outside of the ring. Without realizing it, he scooted right into "no-man's land" and into the waiting arms of the hobo horde. Slowly, it dawns on him just how bad his choice of direction was. Some of the drifters get in a couple of licks before three of them toss Gabriel back into play under the bottom rope. The Followers all rush to start a scuffle with their adversaries, but the ref cracks down on them before it erupts, ordering them all back into position.


The competitors size each other up once more, locking in the center of the ring. Even with some of his ability in his left leg gone, NCM manages to drive Gabriel to the corner, wailing on him with jabs and elbows before sending him careening to the opposite corner and meeting him with a world-spinning lariat. The Born Psycho yanks Gabriel to his feet, leveling him with a Russian leg sweep into the second turnbuckle. Gabriel drapes limply over the corner as NCM runs to the opposite side to set for a charging attack. He's down in almost a three point stance as he waits for Gabriel to stand.


Ace Anderson: I've seen this look before. It's time for a Psychotic Break!


Jerry Andrews: Judith has NCM's ankle! The ref can't see her!


NCM kicks off the youngster's grip, but it's just enough of a distraction for Gabriel to mount an offense with a running clothesline followed by a reverse DDT. Gabriel hits the ropes, dropping a knee across NCM's left leg again. Grabbing up the injured limb, Gabriel drives a few knees into the joints before trying to tie the legs up in a figure four. NCM places a boot on the Messenger's backside, launching him away as he scrambles outside of the ring... Right into enemy territory. Now it's turn for the flock of Followers to stomp a bit of salvation into their enemy. The Hobo Horde rushes to the other side to rescue their King, but by the time they get there, the Cultists have slid the beaten man back into the fracas. They get a collective admonition from the zebra as Gabriel charges over to reap what they had sown. Gabriel bends down to pull the Born Psycho to his feet, but instead gets wrapped up in a small package. The ref slides into place, but only gets a two count before the Messenger kicks out.


A shocked Gabriel is quick to his feet, but so is the Hobo King, even without full use of his left leg. Gabriel runs at the ropes for some added momentum, but NCM catches him with a spinebuster that would make a chiropractor cringe. The Born Psycho wastes no time in peppering his foe with elbow drops to drain the resistance from his spirit. He pulls the Messenger up, walloping him with a spinning backfist.


Jerry Andrews: Blunt Trauma! He's going for the cover!


Ace Anderson: No! A long two count is all he got!


Gabriel manages to save his winning streak for now. NCM collects his enemy, launching him at the ropes and connecting with a Dum Dum Drop. He hooks the leg for another cover, but only gets a one count this time. Frustration sets in as the broken Hobo King (not from Hoboken) shouts at the ref to count faster. He crawls back over his opponent for another cover, but as he hooks the leg, Gabriel reverses it with an omoplata crossface submission.


NCM yells, struggling to free himself. Just as it looks as if he might tap out, one of the surrounding vagabonds stomps loudly on the steps, threatening to interject himself in the match. The ref rushes to prevent such a thing, reminding the outsider of the consequences. While he's distracted, a couple of the other vagrants pull their King outside of the ring to safety, breaking the hold. They surround him, encouraging him and attempting to massage away the sore spots. Nigel tells them to get him back in the ring. A worn NCM slowly nods to his helpers, and they reluctantly assist his re-entry.


Gabriel impatiently waits for NCM to come to full mast, nailing him with a drop kick that staggers him backwards into a corner. As he stumbles out of the corner, the Messenger connects with the BELIEVE!


Ace Anderson: A cover by Gabriel!


Jerry Andrews: NO! Only a two count! How much longer can these two beat each other up?


Ace Anderson: Given their histories together, I'd say eternity, if we're lucky.


Gabriel slaps the mat in frustration, and then clasps his hands together, staring skyward.


Jerry Andrews: Is he praying? Right now?


Ace Anderson: No time like the present, I suppose.



As the Messenger quickly delivers his prayer, the Followers follow along in an unsettling trance on their side of the ring. The hobos look on in utter shock. Some are quicker to break the awe and smack the mat to rally their King. NCM stands, unsure of what's going on. He delivers a kick that stands Gabriel straight up. NCM whips the Messenger to ropes, nailing a Yakuza kick that floors Gabriel.


Abraham gets up on the ring apron, shouting at the ref. Gale runs over to get the interloper to get back into position. He drops back down, but not before the other Followers pull their demented deacon out of a pin attempt.


NCM reaches down to bring the Messenger to full attention, but as they stand, Gabriel gets the Born Psycho in a headlock and leg sweep.


Jerry Andrews: The Word of God! Out of nowhere!



Ace Anderson: This one is over!


..1!


....2!


......3!

DING! DING! DING!

Sasha Greene: Your winner and advancing to the semi finals, GABRIEL!

The Followers surround their representative, cheering and clapping him on the back as the hobo horde glares collectively at them.


Ace Anderson: What. A. Match! Man! Both men giving their all, but Gabriel barely eeked this one out.


Jerry Andrews: I dunno if it’s a good thing or a bad thing that the Hobo Horde is back, but I have a feeling that these two factions are far from done with each other.

Main Event

Triple Threat Champions Match

Titles are not on the line

Nathan Saniti (c) vs. Seromine (c) vs. Grimm (c)

Referee: Ed Lane

Ace Anderson: We’re back! And it’s time for the match I’ve all been waiting for!


Jerry Andrews: It’s champion versus champion versus champion in a three way display. The crowd is electric with excitement!

Sasha Greene: The following is our main event, it is a Champions only triple threat match! No titles are on the line, and it is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, accompanied by his Followers... he is the reigning International Champion... The Lord and Savior, SEROMINE!!

The lights inside of the arena begin to flicker in and out like that of a potential power outage. Within seconds blinding white light flashes and then plunges the faithful into darkness. A sudden candlelight spotlight shines below the stage. Three children who look no older than between seven to ten years old have appeared. All three are dressed in white. Two girls are shown swinging a jump rope as their male counterpart does the jumping. In unison, the three recite this famous bedtime prayer for all to hear:

Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray Salvation my soul to keep

If I should die before I wake

I pray Seromine my soul to take.

Murmurs begin in the crowd as the children giggle and run off into the darkness. 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 just 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.



Jerry Andrews: Absolutely spine tingling, every time the International champion steps out here, his choir in tow.



Ace Anderson: Every time I see those followers I have to check that they aren't swilling a bowl full of Kool-Aid. These are some creepy people. But it adds to the aura, of the dark shepherd and his flock.

Sasha Greene: And his first opponent, he weighs in at 200 lbs... the reigning North American Champion, from the land of Balance... NATHAN SANITI!!

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: From the resident savior to one twisted magician, we have an interesting collection of talent in this match.



Ace Anderson: Still, these three are among the PCW elite, and they're fighting to show which is the dominant division. Seromine and Nathan are taking this very seriously, well, for their crazy mind states it's hard to gauge, but the winner of this match will attain serious bragging rights. And, both of these men are set to collide, to unify both of their respective titles, soon at Living a Legacy... so bragging rights are a very necessary thing here.



Jerry Andrews: But when you're talking about dominance, when you're talking about establishing bragging rights, both Saniti and Seromine cannot overlook the man stepping into the ring with them tonight, the PCW World Champion, Grimm, has been on an absolute tear since winning his sixth World championship.



Ace Anderson: Oh, I don't think that either man has forgotten the champ. But each one, in their own way, wants to make their respective title mean that much more.

Sasha Greene: And their opponent, he weighs in at 217 lbs... he is the Hangtown Horror, the reigning, defending PCW World Champion... GRIMM!!

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: An intense look on the face of Grimm, as he's looking across the war zone at his rivals tonight. You can tell he has nothing but unleashing hell here tonight.



Jerry Andrews: That, and coming out as THE champion. Bragging rights, indeed.



As the bell rings, all three men are standing equidistant from each other in the middle of the ring. The crowd is hot for them already, as Grimm looks at Saniti, Saniti looks at Seromine, and Seromine halts both men, with a beatific smile, and he extends his hands out in supplication to tell them to pray with him. Nathan and Grimm stare at each other for a split second, then nod in agreement, and they both rush Seromine and begin beating him down with right hands. Saniti and Grimm each grab an arm of Seromine, whip him to the ropes, and then take him down with a double back body drop. Grimm grabs a leg of Seromine, Nathan grabs a second one, and then they fall back, doing the wishbone and splitting Seromine. Seromine rolls around on the mat, holding his groin. Grimm then pulls Seromine out into the corner as he climbs out, and he ties Seromine's legs around the ringpost in a sort of figure four, inviting Nathan to come in and stomp the life out of Seromine for a moment. The referee immediately starts counting and telling them to watch it.



Jerry Andrews: It seems like both men were nonplussed by Seromine's power of prayer, and decided to give the power of teamwork a go.



Ace Anderson: I guess the real power lies in togetherness, huh?



Grimm releases the hold on Seromine's legs and Saniti lets Seromine stagger up to his feet slowly. Nathan then whips Seromine into the corner. Grimm gets in the ring, and he grabs Saniti's hand and irish whips him into the corner to nail the Savior with a running corner wheel kick. Grimm then follows it up with a corner clothesline. Seromine slumps limply into the canvas. Both men lift Seromine up and punish him with a double vertical suplex. Grimm gets up to taunt the crowd, holding his arms up and eliciting a mixed reaction from the crowd. Saniti, not to be outdone, pulls Seromine up and gives him a corkscrew neckbreaker, then he paces over to the ropes to balance on them and taunt the crowd, trying to get them to react for him even louder. It's almost a game of one-upmanship. Grimm tilts his head at Saniti for a second, then he nods, and he pulls Seromine over to the ropes, lays him on the middle rope, and then he tells Saniti to help him out. Grimm gets out of the ring and pulls down on Seromine's head and neck, choking him on the middle rope, as Saniti stands on Seromine's back and shoulders, pressing down and holding the ropes for leverage, and they both choke him out. The referee begs Grimm and Saniti to relinquish the hold.



Ace Anderson: As with most triple threat matches, anything goes, and these two men are taking complete advantage of that.



Jerry Andrews: Surprisingly, they've worked hard to neutralize the biggest and, some would argue most dangerous man in the match. Seromine's hypnotic aura and powerful strikes make him a force to be reckoned with, and if they cut him down, they can negate him and his followers influencing the match.



Ace Anderson: Teamwork hasn't slowed the momentum of Seromine, with the new followers joining his flock lately.



Jerry Andrews: Every team has some bugs to work out, I guess.



Grimm and Saniti are both standing, looking down at their handiwork with Seromine, and then they turn and nearly bump into each other. That puts the brakes on their collaboration somewhat as they exchange some choice words. As they do so, the hardy Savior slowly starts to make his way back to his feet... and he spots Grimm first. Seeing the Hangtown Horror in front of him, Seromine heads towards Grimm, Nathan spins him around… big right hand! Nathan clobbers Seromine, unloading with a quick pair of rights, but Seromine fires back, a brief slugfest breaking out. Eventually Nathan gets the upperhand, and this prompts Grimm to make his move, trying to get in on the action… but Saniti turns… right hand to Grimm!



Ace Anderson: The alliance is over!!



Nathan beats Grimm to the punch, drilling him into the corner with a succession of right hands… only for Seromine to club Nathan from behind. A pair of forearms lands, then he sends Nathan off the ropes… he explodes into a JUMPING CLOTHESLINE! Seromine is quickly back up, but Nathan strikes with some educated feet, a kick landing to the thigh, chest, before a jumping roundhouse knocks Seromine down. Here comes Grimm from behind, but again Nathan beats him to the punch, tagging Grimm with right hands before he too goes down to a spinning heel kick! Nathan then quickly fires Grimm into the corner, and then drives Seromine into the opposite corner with right hands. An Irish whip sends Seromine across… crashing into Grimm! Nathan lines the two up… then charges across and executes a rolling thunder into a cannonball against the turnbuckle. Nathan just hurls his body into Seromine, squashing Grimm behind him, with both men slumping out of the corner. Nathan rolls Grimm over and goes for an early cover…



One… Grimm kicks out strongly.



Nathan is back up, but he’s caught by Seromine, snapping off a string of right hands to the face, before a big right knocks the champion down. Grimm is back up, with Seromine now rocking him with rights too, before he grabs him by the head, runs him to the ropes… and launches Grimm over them… but he hangs on, trying to skin the cat! Seromine turns his attentions to Saniti now, drilling the smaller former Mad Hatter with more rights, before he goes for an Irish whip… just as Grimm skins the cat… catching Nathan… and taking him outside with a headscissors takedown! Grimm then pulls himself back into the ring, and he catches Seromine off-guard with a stiff chop to the chest. More knife edge chops land against the ropes, before Grimm goes for the Irish whip… but Seromine reverses… Grimm runs under a clothesline… but he can’t avoid the high knee! Seromine holds his arms out in a Savior pose, head tilted back, and he lifts Grimm back to his feet to plant him with a belly to belly suplex. Seromine drops into the lateral press…



One… Grimm kicks out strongly again.



Grimm is reeling, as Seromine sends him off the ropes once more… Nathan reaches up… low bridges the top rope… and Grimm hits the floor! Nathan quickly nips up, then jumps to the top rope… SPRINGBOARD LEG LARIAT TO THE ONRUSHING Seromine! The match has started at an electric pace, and Nathan looks to quicken it further as he yanks Seromine up and fires him to the corner up and over the ropes. Meanwhile Grimm slide back into the ring and BLASTS Nathan from behind. Now Grimm unloads with a few right hands on the Dark Magician, but he attempts a hanging neckbreaker that's blocked from Saniti, allowing Nathan to send him into a corner following in with a running shoulder thrust! Another two shoulders thrusts hits the midsection, before Nathan handsprings back, then rolls back in… MONKEY FLIP! Grimm hits the canvas hard, with Nathan slinging himself onto the top rope… but before the lighter man can fly, Seromine nips up onto the apron… and shoves Nathan off the top rope… all the way to the floor!



Ace Anderson: Oh my god!  What a spill Saniti took there!



Saniti lands with bone-crushing force, with Seromine abandoning Grimm in the ring to take the fight to Nathan, shoving him against the barricade. Seromine hauls back, lighting Saniti up with a stiff knife edge chop, followed by a second, then a third against the guardrail. Seeing the action on the floor, Grimm rolls under the bottom rope… just as Seromine lands another chop to the chest… then turns, as Grimm runs through Seromine with a clothesline! Grimm quickly moves in on Nathan, tagging him with well-placed rights against the barricade. Saniti’s head snaps back with each shot, but from behind Seromine with a low blow sends Grimm to a knee. The Savior takes Grimm’s head, walks him over quickly a few paces, and then dashes Grimm face first into the steel ringpost! Seromine then grabs a handful of Nathan’s hair, walks towards the ringpost as well… then smashes him off the steel ring steps! Nathan slumps to the floor, and Seromine now turns his focus away from Nathan… to the announce desk! The top is ripped off, monitors are hurled aside, the announcers scatter. Looking to take one of his opponents out of the match early, Seromine turns back to Nathan and rolls him onto the desk. Seromine joins him, dragging Nathan up… then he calls for the Messiah-plex intending to smash them both through the announce table… NO! Nathan counters with a back body drop onto the arena floor! Nathan pulls off a great counter, saving himself and sending Seromine crashing to the floor. Hopping down, he drags Seromine back up, rocking him with a pair of uppercuts. As all this is going on, neither of the bitter rivals see that Grimm has climbed to the top rope of the nearby corner… but the crowd has spotted the “Grim” World Champion and is coming alive as Seromine and Nathan turn towards him... and a reckless crossbody from Grimm takes all three men down!!



The Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME... *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP* THIS IS AWESOME...



Grimm slowly picks Seromine up by the hair and back of his pants and throws him across the aisle into the guardrail, sending him crashing brokenly down to the concrete. Grimm then lifts Saniti up, clubbing him over the back from a facelock position, and he rolls him into the ring. He covers Saniti...


..1!


….2!

... Kickout.



Grimm lifts Saniti up and punishes him with a double underhook powerbomb, then he paces over a few steps to the turnbuckles, and starts to call for a Harvest out of the corner, but he turns and spots Seromine on the apron, and Seromine grabs his hair and drops off the apron right quick and hangs Grimm up by the throat on the top rope! Grimm goes falling back. Seromine slithers into the ring again and meets a rising Nathan Saniti with a kick to the gut. Seromine knocks down Saniti with a head butt as Grimm waits behind Seromine stomping his feet. Seromine turns around and Grimm runs at him for a splash. Seromine ducks and Grimm runs into the turnbuckle and staggers back towards him as Seromine goes for a clothesline. Grimm ducks and locks onto his back and sends him flying with one German suplex. As he drags Seromine back up and goes for a second Saniti gets up, and before Grimm can pull off the second suplex he is poked in the eye by Saniti. Grimm breaks the hold as Seromine and Saniti run at Grimm with a double clothesline and knock him down. They pick Grimm up and hit a double snap suplex. Now the crowd is going nuts because Seromine and Nathan Saniti of all people are working together.



Ace Anderson: Here's something I never thought I'd see!



Jerry Andrews: The disdain both of these men have for each other and what they stand for, but maybe everyone wants to get one over on Grimm that much more.



Seromine lays several more boots to Grimm, then he pulls Grimm over to the turnbuckle and begins pushing his face into it with his boot. He backs up to the opposite side of the ring, then flies in with a dropkick to the back that makes Grimm arch his back in pain and fall backwards. Nathan tries to go for the cover, but Seromine stops him, turns him around and doubles him over with a boot to the gut, then hits a t-bone suplex. Then Seromine begins climbing the turnbuckle. Grimm is laid out on the apron as Seromine blasts Saniti with a missile dropkick from the top rope. The Followers on the outside give their praise to the Savior and Messiah. Both men are down, but then Grimm comes back into play and rolls into the ring. Grimm goes for the pin on Saniti but Seromine breaks it up with a stomp to the back of the head. Grimm and Seromine go eye to eye as they fire words out left and right, Grimm gives Seromine the finger as Seromine swings at Grimm with a right hook and Grimm fires back with a right of his own. Back and forth Grimm and Seromine trade hits until Saniti puts Grimm to his knees with a low blow and throws him into the corner. Seromine turns around, and Nathan hits a jawbreaker. Seromine flops back, and begins holding his mouth in agony. Grimm, meanwhile, is pulling himself up. Saniti lifts a limp Seromine up and plants him with a delayed spinning suplex, the Whirling Dervish. He goes for another suplex but Seromine pulls his head free, spins out of it and drags Saniti down with a single knee facebuster.



Ace Anderson: This match has been all about the three best wrestlers in this fed going crazy and bringing their A-game.



He begins tattooing Nathan with rights. Saniti gets the upper hand as he whips Seromine into the ropes, Seromine stops. Saniti runs at him and Seromine hits a spinning back kick that stops Saniti in his tracks, and then he springs off the second rope and twists around into a springboard forearm punch that would do a certain Phenomenal One proud, PLOWING right through Nathan Saniti.



Ace Anderson: The Cyanide Punch connects like a guided missile.



Seromine holds his arms out to the crowd, garnering a negative reaction from all but the most fanatical. Suddenly, Grimm comes up from under him and, even though Seromine tries kicking him off, Grimm clubs him over the back and pulls him off the turnbuckle, and decks him. He throws Seromine into the corner and unloads on him with several right hands, then runs back and gives him a corner clothesline until Seromine is hanging limply in the corner. Grimm drops Seromine with a falling reverse DDT. Nathan is pulling himself up to his feet and Grimm turns to him, then he nails a right hand to Saniti. Grimm and Saniti are fighting on beside the cage, as Seromine begins pulling himself and goes for a spear. Both Nathan and Grimm duck out of harm’s way and Seromine goes flying through the ropes to the outside, crashing and burning!



Ace Anderson: The carnage we've seen in this match is unbelievable!



Grimm gets up and looks at Saniti and points to Seromine lying on the floor lifeless. Saniti shakes his head as him and Grimm work together to take out Seromine. Saniti beats on the head of Seromine as Grimm stomps on his feet. Grimm then pulls out a pair of brass knuckles. He stalks Saniti as the lifeless Seromine grabs onto to Grimm's feet. Grimm turns around and points at Seromine and raises up the knuckles over his head about to swing but Saniti steals it from his hand, quickly donning them and nailing a big right hand to the jaw, dropping Grimm like a stone. Saniti stands over Grimm and gets right next to his face with the knuckles as he starts talking trash to him. Suddenly, Grimm kicks Saniti in the gut, doubling him over and allowing Grimm to lift him up and drill him with a wheelbarrow facebuster, aka Foddershock. He goes for another cover, but pulls off, thinking better of it. Seeing Seromine still laid out, he goes for the pin.



..1!

….2!



…...Thre - Kickout.



Grimm looks on in shock, and he starts to pull himself up. He lifts Seromine up. Saniti is also getting up. Grimm whips Seromine off the ropes, and he goes for a running clothesline at the same time Saniti also tries to run in and clothesline Seromine, BUT... the wily Savior ducks both of them, slipping through, and Grimm and Saniti just clothesline each other. Both men are laid out and winded from impact. Seromine gets up slowly, taking a breather. Grimm gets up, shaking the cobwebs out. Grimm turns into a series of chops and slaps from Seromine as Nathan comes walking up behind them. Seromine finishes the series by going for a stiff lariat that Grimm ducks. Seromine’s bicep actually connects with Nathan, who is in the path of the lariat. Grimm pushes Seromine into Saniti and Saniti, holding the back of his head, boots Seromine in the gut. Grimm runs and jumps on both of them as he throws punches left and right hitting anything he connects with. Seromine, Saniti and Grimm just start throwing punches to each other left and right. Seromine slaps Grimm across the face. Grimm swings for a clothesline, which Seromine ducks, and it takes Nathan down.



Ace Anderson: With all three men attacking at the same time, they’re all laying into each other!



Grimm turns right into a boot to the gut, an arm-wrench, and is pulled into one of the hardest short-arm clotheslines you could ever see. Before Seromine can take advantage with a pin, Nathan reaches in and drags Seromine to the mat, then under the bottom rope. Once again on the outside, Nathan strikes with right hands, but when he goes for an Irish whip towards the barricade, Seromine reverses… Nathan GOES UPSIDE DOWN AGAINST THE BARRICADE! Sensing a chance to weaken one of the competitors, Seromine looks to target the back of Nathan as he yanks Saniti up and drives the smaller man spine first into the ring… just as Grimm arrives with a baseball slide! Nathan takes the impact, but it’s Seromine who is sent tumbling to the concrete. Looking to gain a measure of control, Grimm tosses Saniti back into the ring, the frantic pace of the opening moments now a little more sedate as Grimm unloads with another trio of chops to the chest in the corner, before he pummels Saniti to the mat with hard right hands. He then grabs a handful of hair, yanking Nathan from the corner… then shooting him right back in… SHOULDER FIRST INTO THE RINGPOST! Saniti grimaces in pain in the corner, with Grimm turning him around, climbing to the second rope to rain down with right hands. The crowd count along with Grimm, all the way up to seven… until Nathan grabs Grimm’s legs, walking forward… then drops Grimm face first on the top turnbuckle! Grimm staggers away from the corner, but here comes Nathan off the ropes… ONE-HANDED BULLDOG! He shoots Grimm over, hooking a leg…


..1!


….2!


…...Thre – Kickout!



Nathan Saniti is very annoyed at the fact that Grimm kicked out. He goes right to work turning him over, and he applies a modified camel clutch with his fingers locked into Grimm’s mouth, pulling him out into a Glasgow smile. He pulls back on the hold as the referee shouts at him, but he has to count the submission in this case and not so much the fingers. Grimm groans in pain.



Jerry Andrews: Saniti has the Cheshire Grin in tight!



Ace Anderson: Grimm’s face is going to be pulled as rubbery as a Scooby Doo mask after this.



Saniti torques on the submission, but Grimm finds a way to fight back against the ropes and shove Nathan away. When he slams into the ropes, Nathan throws his shoulder into Grimm and takes him down. Nathan hits the ropes on the far side, Grimm rolls over trying to trip him, but Nathan has enough gas in the tank to leap over and jump onto the second rope. He springs back and lands an elbow across the chin. Grimm stumbles back into the ropes and receives a spear from the right side courtesy of Seromine.


Jerry Andrews: Seromine doesn't care which competitor he goes after so long as he's one step closer to victory.


Grimm clutches his side while falling through the ropes, leaving Seromine and Nathan to do battle for the moment. Seromine punts Nathan in the midsection and follows through with a seamless neckbreaker that puts Nathan on the canvas and gives him a momentary chance to catch his breath. He's nowhere near exhausted, but a second to see where each of his opponents are doesn't hurt any wrestler at this stage of the contest. Grimm clutches onto the top rope and strains to get himself back onto the apron. Seromine seizes the opportunity and rushes toward the second rope, springboarding up and looking for a crossbody block. A sure fire move that would damage the back of Grimm and jeopardize his chances of winning. At the last possible moment, Grimm sprung to life and wrapped his arms around Seromine, spinning around 180 degrees and planting him into the ring apron with a powerslam. Seromine rolls off the apron in pain, clutching at his lower back and rolling underneath the ring. It's a good thing he made that decision because Saniti leaps over the top rope, clutches Grimm around the legs, and launches him backwards into the canvas with a SUNSET FLIP POWERBOMB! All three men are down, two in the ring, one on the floor by the steps. Seromine’s followers attend worriedly to their lord. There is a long spell where the referee can only check to see if they can continue the match.



Jerry Andrews: The war of attrition in this champion’s triple threat match has taken it’s toll, these men have all beaten the hell out of one another.



Saniti and Grimm both fight to get to one knee, struggling with fatigue and pain. Grimm rocks Nathan with a right hand. Nathan responds with a right of his own. The two men painstakingly get to their feet, still throwing punches, and then Grimm winds up and begins giving Nathan Saniti a headbutt, then multiple headbutts, like more headbutts than should be humanly possible, just a flurry of flinging hair and connecting skulls, backing Nathan up to the ropes. He calls this his Dead Reckoning. When Saniti is too dazed to offer any resistance, Grimm pushes him into the corner and starts dead lifting him up onto the top rope, attempting to position him for a superplex. Before he can take Nathan off the top though, Saniti locks his foot around the turnbuckle to block. Saniti gives Grimm a right. Grimm loosens his hold, and wobbles back. Saniti gives Grimm a few more rights. Grimm is holding on to the ropes and doing his best to remain standing on the second rope, but he’s dangerously close to falling off. One more punch from Nathan ought to do it, he winds up and goes to throw said punch… but Grimm hauls off and gives him a headbutt to the chest so vicious that Saniti lets out an explosive groan and holds his sternum. Grimm then, shaking the cobwebs out, sets himself up and goes to complete the superplex in the first place, but as he pulls Nathan up to the most precarious position so they’re both now standing on the top rope, the crowd is giving an “Ooooooooh” of anticipation… and Seromine slips in… grips Grimm across the belly in a German suplex hold, and takes ALL OF THEM off the top rope. Seromine German suplexes Grimm off the top rope as Grimm vertical superplexes Nathan Saniti, spilling them all across the ring in a massive, thunderous Tower of Doom! The crowd explodes in applause, and “This is Awesome!”



Jerry Andrews: Oh dear God!!



Ace Anderson: I feel like we just witnessed a car wreck in real time.



Seromine is clutching at his trap muscle and neck as he slammed down pretty hard on the German, possibly wounding himself in the process, and both Nathan and Grimm are nearly lifeless on the mat.



Ace Anderson: As impressive as it was, who gets the advantage from this? Nobody is in a position to capitalize.



Jerry Andrews: You have to imagine the Savior counts it as a Pyrrhic victory, though, he did his damage well.



Seromine, unsteadily, makes it to his feet, then sinks back down. He looks at his fallen opposition, and then he moves in like a bird of prey to get the pin on Nathan Saniti.



Jerry Andrews: Remember, if Seromine can just get one of his opponents in a pinfall here he wins the match.



Ace Anderson: And it would be so much sweeter for him to get a leg up on Nathan Saniti ahead of their unification match.



The referee counts the pin…


..1!


….2!


…...THRE – Kickout!



Seromine is shocked and appalled. He glares at the referee, but he doesn’t waste a second in pulling off the pin and scooting over to Grimm, trying to get his pinfall in over the hurting champion.



..1!


….2!


…...THREE – Kickout!



Seromine angrily storms to his feet. He can’t believe this is happening. He looms over the referee, demanding that he tell him that he was wrong. The referee sheepishly tells Seromine that there was nothing he could do. Seromine is quite displeased. He threatens the referee for a moment, lecturing him about hellfire and brimstone, because he’s such a fun guy. Then, he turns to lift up Grimm, but Grimm stops him cold with a sleeping neckbreaker. Seromine is laid out and Grimm, wearily, sinks back to rest against the ropes for a second, catching his second wind. Then, he grips Seromine in a front facelock and runs over to the near turnbuckle, spinning out and drilling him with a tornado DDT!



Jerry Andrews: The Hangtown Horror nails the Harvest!



Grimm goes for a cover…


..1!


….2!



….THRE – Nathan Saniti breaks it up!!



Saniti does not give Grimm a moment’s respite as he kicks and clubs him, pulling him off the pin, and he lifts Grimm up, hooks his arms for a backslide, then like a Jack in the Box, backflips over and drops Grimm into a modified DDT. Now it’s Saniti’s turn to cover, and the announcer’s turn to shout:



Ace Anderson: Saniti with the Unreality Check!



Jerry Andrews: I do believe we just saw Nathan Saniti save Seromine from getting pinned.



Ace Anderson: Or saved him for himself, later…



..1!


….2!


…...THREE… This time Seromine breaks it up!!



Seromine pushes Saniti off Grimm, and he immediately pulls Saniti’s arm, dragging him in to a short-arm clothesline that flips Saniti end over end… but Seromine hangs on to the arm and pulls Saniti up again into a DDT. Now Seromine, finally, covers…



Jerry Andrews: Tit for tat, Seromine stops Saniti and saves Grimm, hitting his own finisher, Ashes to Ashes.


..1!



….2!



…...THREE – And now it’s Grimm who breaks up the three count!



The crowd is going insane at the series of finisher and pinfalls being broken up. The “This is awesome” chant is reaching the rafters. Each man has hit the strongest move in their arsenal. Grimm is spent after diving in to make the save, and Seromine too is low on energy, slumping on his elbows and trying to catch his breath. Saniti is laid out. All three men are down on the mat, trying to regain their composure, as the referee checks on them all to see if they can continue… After a few minutes, Grimm is the first to push himself up to one knee, then he spots Seromine slowly getting to his feet. The Horror and the Preacher eye each other from across the ring, and there is a look of disdain between them. Grimm and Seromine go towards each other and clash like two bulls, and they begin throwing rights wildly at each other, neither giving an inch. Saniti comes running in and dropkicks both men, sending them out to the outside. Saniti follows after, and he spots a gaggle of Seromine’s followers looming near and he shoos them away. He walks over to Grimm and bounces his head off the apron, but then as he turns, a single follower stands in his way. Despite his own special breed of crazy, the robed minion is enough to creep Saniti out, and he grabs the diminutive follower and tries to chuck them into the aisle. But Seromine was using the follower as a distraction, and he had a wooden crucifix in his hand that he jabs hard into Nathan’s throat like a spike. Nathan gags, and rolls and contorts around, holding his injured throat, and Seromine hands the crucifix to the follower, thanking his child.



Jerry Andrews: And again the flock has paid its dividends.



Saniti rolls around, coughing and reaching for the apron. Seromine holds his arms out in prayer to the Followers, getting them to react to him. He turns his attention to Nathan, and he throws him hard into the steel guardrail, then rolls him into the ring. Seromine laughs and calls Saniti a foolish sinner. He boots Saniti in the face. Saniti is crawling towards a certain Hatter’s haberdashery special in the corner. He reaches out to the hat and goes to withdraw a certain something. Seromine sees him reaching for the hat and tells him not today. He snarls and grabs Saniti by the leg, pulling him away. Saniti is caught by the leg, and he twists around, then brings what he has in his hand up to shank Seromine with it. It’s a drugged hat pin! Seromine’s eyes go wide as he looks at where Saniti jabbed him.



Jerry Andrews: Saniti has a little equalizer of his own, he brought back the drugged hat pins!



Ace Anderson: I think Nathan knew he had to have something for the legion of followers, but this is still beyond the pale. Even an instrument of God can’t compete when they’re being drugged!



Seromine, wobbling now, can’t keep his footing, and he starts stepping around like a drunken master. He flops face forward on the mat, as his subjects cry out in dismay. Saniti takes the opportunity to cover him. The referee has no idea wtf to make of this, but triple threat rules technically don’t allow DQ’s and there are no rules about hat pins he can think of. Still, he does hesitate before dropping down for a cover, just going with it. Nathan nods his head along with the count…


..1!


….2!


…...THRE - NO!



Grimm breaks it up!





Grimm charges into the ring, lifting Saniti up by the hair and back of his pants and dumping him over the top rope to the outside. Grimm sees Seromine, loopy and completely out of it, on the mat, and he drops down into a pinfall.



Jerry Andrews: Ever the opportunist, Grimm took advantage of Seromine being down and out thanks to Nathan Saniti’s drugged pin… and now the cover!



Ace Anderson: This is why he’s the World Champion!



..1!


….2!


…...3!

DING! DING! DING!

Sasha Greene: Here is your winner, the PCW World Champion… GRIMM!!

Grimm laughs at the bell sounds. Nathan is on the outside of the ring, looking in, very cross with being cheated out of the pin on the incapacitated Savior. Seromine is still insensate, barely coherent.



Jerry Andrews: It all broke down into some shady antics at the end, but when the dust settled, the World champion stands tall.



Ace Anderson: You can bet the Followers of Seromine are going to be very vexed, both at Saniti for presuming to drug their lord and to Grimm for cheating them out of a victory.



Grimm is having his hand raised, holding the World title belt up. A few followers have rolled the Messiah out and are trying to revive him. But before they can lead their Savior back, Nathan Saniti jumps him, laying fists into his nemesis’ cranium! The followers begin to attack Saniti in return, but the Harvesters begin to clear the rabble. The World Champion watches the commotion from within the ring with sadistic amusement as the two factions go at each other. Finally, security and referees alike flood the ringside to try to break apart the brawling groups.


They manage to gain some distance between them when Seromine breaks free, leaping at Saniti with a cross body block, knocking him a four security officers to the floor. The Savior and Saniti trade blows again, backing themselves against the blockade. Saniti charges forward, clotheslining Seromine over the rail, the force of the momentum carrying them both into the crowd. The scuffle continues in the arena for several seconds before security finally manages to regain control of the situation.


Jerry Andrews: Wow! When those two meet at Living a Legacy, it’s going to be the clash of a lifetime!


Ace Anderson: At this point, I don’t think either of them cares about the unification of the titles. They just want to flat-out destroy each other.


Jerry Andrews: I think you’re right, Ace, but that’s all the time we have for tonight. Trauma 212 is shaping up to be one helluva event.


Ace Anderson: We’ll have a match between Kelli Starr and Lunatic to kick it off, the semi finals of the Icemann Invitational AND the Last Chance Battle Royal!


Jerry Andrews: Anything can happen and anyone can show up for one final shot at the finals match at Living a Legacy. The winner of that match will go on to get a shot at the World Title!

Ace Anderson: Oh baby! I can’t wait! This is going to be YUGE!


Jerry Andrews: We’ll see you for Trauma 212, ladies and gentlemen. Be sure to catch all of the action next time. For Ace Anderson, I’m Jerry Andrews. Goodnight!

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