Trauma 212 Results!!!

[Nathan Saniti]

Thursday May 25th, 2017

The camera pans the crowd as it usually does to get a glimpse of the entertaining signs presented by the Faithful. One sign shows a depiction of Hiroshi smashing Kyle Shane under his immense girth with a caption that reads: “Nerd Pancake.” Another fan, dressed to resemble “Weird Al” Yankovic, complete with a Hawaiian shirt, long, curly hair, and glasses, hold a sign aloft declaring the arena “Spatula City, Beeotch!” Yet another, held by a skinny, pallid man proclaims, “Alexandra Tamora, Can I be your Rose Tyler?” Alongside him is another man with a sign that says, “You should see his sonic screwdriver.”


Jerry Andrews: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen to another edition of Thursday Night Trauma!


Ace Anderson: Oh man! What a show have we got in store for you tonight!


Jerry Andrews: We have the Icemann Invitational Semifinals pitting Alexandra Tamora against High Tide. Ace, Tide has surprised us, really taking it to the competition in this year’s tournament.


Ace Anderson: That’s true, but this newcomer Alexandra Tamora has been on a tear herself lately.


Jerry Andrews: That promises to be a good match, either way.


Ace Anderson: The other Semifinals is also for the Underground Belt, and THAT one pits Gabriel against the Underground King himself, Kyle Shane. Jerry, I don’t know if anyone can beat Shane. That kid has been unstoppable since he got here.


Jerry Andrews: Well, if anyone could pull it off, Gabriel could do it. He seems to have a new fire lit in him since aligning himself with Seromine.


Ace Anderson: And the whole night culminates with the Last Chance Battle Royal! The air is electric with excitement!


Jerry Andrews: Speaking of electric, I think it’s time for us to kick things off with the return of two of your favorites; Kelli Starr is going against the Lunatic!


Ace Anderson: I’m not sure what kind of influence this “Good Doctor” will have on Lunatic, but as long as he stays away from me, I’ll be happy.

Match One

Singles Match

Underground Rules

(Managers do not need to RP)

Lunatic w/ The Good Doctor vs “Dollface” Kelli Starr w/ Nathan Saniti

Referee: The Masked Referee

Sasha Greene: The following is an Underground rules match and it is scheduled for one fall! In the ring first, he weighs in at 195 lbs... LUNATIC!!

A familiar smiley comes onto the PCW-Tron:

Blood begins to ooze from the symbol as "Make Us Insane," by Powerman 5000 shatters the air. The essence is 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. Lunatic comes out, the Good Doctor leading the way. The look in Looney's eyes isn't too far removed from that of his symbolic smiley; menacing and laser focused. He stalks down the ring, picking fights with fans around the ring, eventually rolling inside the squared circle to a corner, where he rocks impatiently for the next victim to hear their last bell.


Jerry Andrews: Lunatic with a sick new outlook and a disturbing dynamic with his, er, physician, the Good Doctor.


Ace Anderson: I still want to see some credentials there because I don't like his bedside manner.


Jerry Andrews: Well, Lunatic is the one that wanted this challenge, he said he wants someone to... play with... I'm not sure I like the association where Kelli Starr is concerned.


Ace Anderson: You know Kelli, she's the ultimate party grrrl. If anyone's up for a good time, it's her. But I don't think that electroshock therapy and pills are anything she wants to mess around with.

Sasha Greene: And his opponent, she weighs in at 180 lbs... "DOLLFACE" KELLI STARR!!

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

“Hero hero... 

Hero hero... 

Hero hero... 

I wanna be a hero, hero...” 

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


Jerry Andrews: It's good to see Kelli back in action, at least, she's had a rough couple of weeks, with her dealings with Seromine and now this. I hope she's in a good enough headspace for this.


Ace Anderson: Jerry, did you just question if Kelli Starr is in a good enough headspace? Brother, I think on a baseline response to that, the answer would be no.


The bell sounds and both competitors circle each other warily. Lunatic edges towards Kelli calmly and she pulls back into the corner. She turns around and circles around Lunatic as he lunges into the corner. He stops himself. The ref comes over to check on Lunatic. Kelli comes flying in, almost sandwiching the ref, but she stops herself. Suddenly Lunatic pushes the ref into Kelli, sandwiching her in the corner.Kelli is sandwiched into the corner and Lunatic starts going to town on her with Forearm shots and chops. The ref gets himself off of the ground and admonishes Lunatic. Kelli gets time to recover in the corner as she checks her nose for blood. Lunatic smirks and gets into the ref’s face. The ref says he will DQ the former champ if he does not stop putting his hands on him.


Jerry Andrews: Is Lunatic usually this aggressive?


Ace Anderson: We may be seeing a different side of him, or maybe he just wants to hurt Kelli that much.


The ref backs up a little bit and Lunatic sees his opening... he slaps Kelli full force across the face. Kelli doesn't fall, but as she stumbles around she starts trembling for a moment, a faraway expression in her eyes, and when she looks back up at Lunatic she has a snarl of the worst ferocity. She cuts through the fancy theatrics and spears Lunatic to the mat and immediately begins slamming his head to the mat, hands wrapped up in that ridiculous haircut and bashing his head in against the canvas.


Jerry Andrews: I think Lunatic pulled quite a trigger, so to speak.


Ace Anderson: Yeah, we have fun, but we have to remember these are human beings in here, and Kelli is showing signs of flashing back and she is not liking it.


Jerry Andrews: You have to wonder if Lunatic attacked her in that manner to intentionally put her off her game, or if he wants to take this match to a darker place.


Ace Anderson: Brother, I couldn't even begin to tell you, if he has a strategy or not. All I know is that the "Good" Doctor is over there stroking that button like a beloved pet and he has a smile on his face, so this has got to be according to Hoyle.


Kelli roars ferociously and gives a final, angry slam to the head. Lunatic's hair is even more disheveled and his eyes are crossed. Kelli paces around the mat and she walks over, as Lunatic starts pulling himself up, kicking him right in the sternum. Kelli, a frenzied look on her face, lifts him up and whips him into the corner, setting herself up before ripping across the ring with manic energy and speed to collide with a corner clothesline that rips his head off. The two competitors, who are shockingly close in size, both fall down at the same time, and Kelli gets out of the ring. She's calming down from the 10 she was at a moment ago, but is still at about a 6, as she pushes a person at the timekeeper's table out of the way and grabs up a steel chair. Starr seethes, and gets in the ring, clubbering Lunatic over the back with the chair. Lunatic lets out a pained yell. The Good Doctor shouts at him to get back in control or else he'll get the button. Starr shouts at Lunatic to get up, and when he does, Kelli knocks him back down with a running chairshot. Kelli lets out a few cooldown breaths, and holds up the chair to a big reaction from the crowd.


Jerry Andrews: I think there's no therapy more cathartic for Kelli than what we just witnessed.


Ace Anderson: Yeah but I mean in most accredited forms of treatment you're supposed to use Nerf bats. This isn't covered by the American Medical Association!


Kelli has the chair still in hand as Lunatic is trying to pick himself up in the corner. Kelli runs at Lunatic again, brandishing the chair, but he throws his boot out and kicks the chair back into Kelli's face, stopping her momentum. Lunatic gasps, trying to catch his breath, and he shakes his head, saying "No more, no more..." Suddenly, the camera pans over to the Good Doctor, who has a grim set face and he pushes the button in his hand. Lunatic grips at his temple and begins jittering and flinching his muscles like he's in the throes of a convulsion. It only lasts a second.


Jerry Andrews: This is obscene, are we seeing a man get shock therapy live on TV?


Ace Anderson: No wonder Lunatic is even more off his rocker than before.


The Good Doctor points at Kelli, telling Lunatic to stay focused. Lunatic is surly, even dark as he lifts Kelli up and kicks the chair out of the way. He grabs her by the hair and slams her forehead against the turnbuckle a few times until Kelli lays limp. Now it's Lunatic's time to lay in with some heavy stomps and aggressive punches until he's pounded her down to a sitting position. Then, Lunatic backs up, and he gets to the middle of the ring, coming back and driving right into her with a corner cannonball. Kelli groans, holding her ribs, and Lunatic exits the ring, obviously intending to get more weapons. Lunatic runs out, and he selects a kendo stick, lays it on the apron, and then he grabs another. He rolls into the ring with the kendo stick, and as Kelli starts to get up, Lunatic attempts to whack her with it. Lunatic is surprised however when Kelli mule kicks him in the midsection, doubling him over. Kelli doesn't waste a moment before she wraps the kendo stick around his throat and gives him a kendo-stick assisted Russian legsweep. Kelli smartly goes for a cover.


Ace Anderson: Anything goes in this match, and here's our first cover!


..1!


Kickout.


Jerry Andrews: Nobody ever said Lunatic wasn't tough.


Starr sees her opening. She runs up the back of the ref and hits a shining wizard on Lunatic. Another quick cover…


..1!



2... Lunatic kicks out.



Starr tells the ref that was three, but he says he’s not going to do her any favors. Kelli starts stomping away at Lunatic. The Masked Referee gets in Kelli Starr's face, telling her that c'mon, at least let him stand up, and Kelli and the Masked ref exchange a few choice words. As this happens, Good Doctor slides Lunatic the second kendo stick. Lunatic gets to his feet, holding the kendo stick at the ready to hit Kelli with it, but Kelli has it scouted, and as Lunatic gets close he quickly turns and boots Lunatic in the gut, hard enough to make him drop it. Kelli picks it up, and then she walks over to the second, fallen kendo stick. Kelli holds both kendo sticks up in the air, one in each hand, and then she begins to pepper Lunatic with a shot from each kendo stick. She smacks Lunatic across the gut, then across the back, then another shot across the back, then one shot to the head. Lunatic drops to one knee under the furious assault, and with one shot Kelli breaks a kendo stick over Lunatic's head. Kelli throws both sticks out of the ring. Lunatic is trying to shake the cobwebs out of his head as he wipes blood from his eyes in a dazed fashion. Kelli lifts him up and crushes him with a club to the back. Lunatic falls to his knees, then Kelli gives him another club to the back. Kelli lifts Lunatic up, running a thumb under his throat, and he goes to hook his head for a reverse STO. However, at the last instant before Kelli drops him Lunatic pulls his head loose and hits a single knee facebuster.


Jerry Andrews: I don't think Kelli can waste anymore time with Lunatic, she has to get her head fully in the game.


Lunatic lifts Kelli back up and gives her a fireman's carry double knee gutbuster. Kelli rolls around, holding her now damaged ribs. Lunatic takes a moment to perform a double foot Garvin stomp-like series of boots to every exposed surface of Kelli's body, finishing with a particularly nasty stomp directly on her knee, but there's none of the usual woo-hooing. Lunatic is very focused, and has a bitter snarl on his face as he hits every stomp.


Jerry Andrews: That's usually called the Daffy Stomp, but there was very little merry in that melody.


Ace Anderson: This is a very scary Lunatic we're seeing tonight.


Lunatic turns Kelli over and applies an STF. Kelli lets out a strangled yell of pain as Lunatic pulls back on the hold, twisting the injured knee and Kelli's back to the breaking point. Kelli's hand flails about, grabbing for any sort of purchase available. Kelli begins slowly pulling himself towards the ropes on his elbows, but Lunatic makes it difficult for him to pull himself. Kelli shouts in pain. The Masked Ref asks if she gives up, but she stoically refuses. Lunatic yells for her to just give up. Lunatic pulls back harder under Kelli's neck. Kelli groans and continues pulling himself towards the ropes. Finally, Kelli is within a fingertip's reach of the bottom rope. She stretches out, but he can't quite reach it. Lunatic screams for him to give up. Kelli shouts No!, and his hand shoots out and grabs the bottom rope. The ref forces Lunatic to break the hold, but he refuses for a moment, holding it in with a demonic look on his face. Finally, he breaks the hold. His face is red with frustration and rage as he screams for Kelli to get up, and when Kelli does, Lunatic kicks her right in the injured knee, and then takes him down with a violent double arm DDT. Lunatic pins her.


..1!



….2!



Lunatic lifts Kelli and dumps her over the ropes to the outside. Lunatic follows her outside. The Good Doctor yells at Lunatic to stay on her, and Lunatic just responds by giving him a conflicted look that's half misery and half hate. Lunatic grabs Kelli by the hair and back of the head and violently throws her into the security guardrail. Kelli groans, stumbling back, and Lunatic gives her a violent back drop lift before spinning her out and crushing her with a back suplex right across the apron from in the aisle. Kelli arches her back and moans, before slumping off to the canvas. Lunatic shouts at some idiots to clear out of the way before he grabs an entire section of metal security guardrail and lifts it up. He pulls it from the section and sets it up across the aisle between the ring and the rest of the security wall. Then, Lunatic lifts Kelli up, and then he begins to violently lay in punches on her forehead, until Kelli is too dazed to move. Starr is stretched across the security guardrail which is balanced between the ring and Lunatic, holding his head thanks to the buzzing, walks over a safe distance. He climbs on the apron, gets a running start and then, gives Kelli a senton splash from the apron, across the section of guardrail that's balanced in the middle of the aisle, crushing Kelli against the metal. The metal guardrail section bends enough that it falls from it's balancing, and Kelli and Lunatic are both spilled out in the aisle. The crowd gives an "OOOOOOOOH" at the impact.


Ace Anderson: Jesus Christo, metal isn't supposed to bend that way!!


Jerry Andrews: Kelli and Lunatic are both down. The action has to finish in the ring, but who can predict what comes next?!


The Good Doctor is pounding on the mat from the other side. Lunatic, holding his back and complaining of pain to no one in particular, is trying to get his bearings. The Good Doctor threatens him and he doesn't seem to hear it. He tells him he's going to give him another shock. Lunatic is seething, and he grabs Kelli up off the bent section of guardrail. He irish whips her across the aisle, sending her shoulder first across the way into the steel steps with a loud crash! Lunatic turns to the Good Doctor, who yells at him again to stay focused, and rewards Lunatic with another electric jolt, and Lunatic shouts. Lunatic screams aggressively, and he yells as he gets to his feet. He runs in at Kelli, and he is trying to boot Kelli into the steel steps, but Kelli dodges at the last second and Lunatic hits knees first into the steps. Lunatic stumbles back and hops on one leg. Kelli runs and uses the steps as a pad to jump off and hit a short hurricanrana in the aisle, throwing Lunatic across the way. The Good Doctor throws his hands up in frustration.


Jerry Andrews: Kelli is fighting back!


Kelli throws Lunatic into the ring and jumps on his back, screaming like a banshee as she puts him in a rear naked choke. Lunatic tries to fight out of it, but he can’t. Lunatic’s arm starts to go limp, and Kelli is screaming at him to tap, as she bobs her head and cinches the hold in as tight as she can. The ref then lifts Lunatic’s arm… one… no response… . Lifts it again… two… no response… the ref lifts it a third time, but Lunatic gathers himself. Kelli then puts more of her weight on Lunatic’s shoulders. Lunatic rears back and squishes Kelli into the corner. Lunatic then gathers Starr onto his shoulders and then hits a Death Valley Driver. He goes for a cover and the ref counts…


..1!


….2!


Starr kicks out.



Jerry Andrews: Did you see the way Starr is clutching her neck? I'd be amazed if Lunatic didn't do some real damage there.


Ace Anderson: Well, he'd be stupid or an amateur if he didn't capitalize on it, and we know he's neither.


Lunatic is surprised that she kicked out. He goes to his feet and lifts her up, throwing her off the ropes and as she rebounds off the irish whip, he catches her with a knee to the gut that folds her over. Lunatic locks on a Boston Crab and the ref asks Kelli now, if she wants to give it up, but she won’t. Kelli uses her strength to get to the ropes. Lunatic let’s go of the hold. Kelli is writhing on the ground in pain. Lunatic climbs the ropes and hits a Vaderbomb style splash across his opponent's back. He makes another cover…



..1!



….2!



Th… Kelli kicks out.



Lunatic is annoyed, but the ref makes the down the middle motion once again. Lunatic picks up Kelli and whips her with authority into the turnbuckle. Kelli crumples into a heap in the corner. Lunatic is talking trash down to her as he makes his way to the corner. Lunatic picks up Kelli and whips her into the ropes. On the return, she hops up, and goes for the headscissors into a reverse facedriver that is the Cherry On Top, but Lunatic drops down and hits a backbreaker. Lunatic stares vindictively down at the injured Starr, but makes the cover.



..1!


….2!


Th… Kelli just rolls the shoulder.


Ace Anderson: It's not an endorsement for the treatment of Lunatic, but I've never seen him fight so effectively.


Jerry Andrews: This new Lunatic is bitter, hateful, and aggressive. And very little wasted motion is going here.


Lunatic shakes his head and makes his way to the top with Kelli laying on her belly. Lunatic leaps for a Frog Splash to the back, but Kelli rolls away in the nick of time. Lunatic crashes and burns, and as he slowly gets to his feet sucking wind and holding his chest Kelli also gets up. Kelli holds her back, but she hits a jawbreaker. She goes for a cover.



..1!


….2!


Lunatic powers out.


Jerry Andrews: You can definitely see this match has taken its toll on Kelli!


Ace Anderson: Well it's simple facts that both of these competitors hate each other, but they're really stepping up their game.


Kelli gets up gingerly, but scores with a spinning roundhouse kick to the face to the rising Lunatic. Starr raises a devil horned fist to the crowd then goes up to top and scores with a Missile dropkick to the face. Weary, Kelli is slow to make a cover…


..1!


….2!


Thre… Lunatic kicks out.


Kelli slaps the mat and stares over at the ref, who assures her that Lunatic kicked out. The Good Doctor is apoplectic, screaming at Lunatic to get up right then. Kelli gets to her feet, motioning Lunatic to come on. She gets up to her feet and as Lunatic gets up dazed, she runs past him and off the ropes, then bounces back and comes toward the opposite side of the ring, then springboards up and flies off with a flying springboard clothesline that takes Lunatic down. Kelli hits a spinning neckbreaker on the rising Lunatic as soon as he gets up and she gets ready to hit a leg drop bulldog off the top rope. She flies, but Lunatic catches her in midair and plants her with a powerbomb. Lunatic covers her.



..1!


….2!



Thre... Kelli JUST kicks out.

Lunatic snaps and gets to his feet, shoving the referee. The ref tells him not to put his hands on him. Lunatic starts shouting at him to do his damn job and slaps his hands to illustrate how. The and and Lunatic continue arguing. Slowly, Kelli gets to her knees, clearing the cobwebs out, and slowly gets up behind Lunatic and hits a bulldog from behind. She bounces off of the ropes and hits a jaw crunching spinning backfist to the face of Lunatic. He flops back to the mat, and gets up, holding his face. Kelli looks for a go behind and drills Lunatic with a Reverse DDT. Kelli then scurries up to the top rope and almost connects with a double knee drop, but at the last second Lunatic gets a boot up and connects in the face. Kelli flings back after hitting his boot.

Jerry Andrews: What a back and forth battle we've seen tonight.

Ace Anderson: To be honest I don't even think we'll see the end of their bad blood. These two are beating each other like they absolutely want to rip each other to shreds.

Kelli gets to her feet, dizzy and turning in a circle, but Lunatic has retrieved the steel chair from much earlier and he boots Kelli in the gut with it, then slams it over her back so hard that the seat dents. The audience at ringside cringes, but Lunatic has a scowl on his face as he looks around them. He turns to Kelli, then he slides the chair underneath him and he lifts her up, hooking her for a fireman's carry on his shoulders before turning it into a brainbuster and THEN driving her right on the crown of her head, right onto the chair. You can faintly hear a sickening crunch as her skull meets metal. The crowd gives an "OOOOOOOH" at the impact. Lunatic leans over the top rope, a depraved look in his eye and he's nearly salivating. It's disturbing to watch. The Good Doctor's pleased, tho. He tells his charge to end this.


Jerry Andrews: Oh, come on, this girl has already absorbed enough punishment in this match, she just had her head split open by that Prozac Drop on the chair... and now what??


Ace Anderson: Now whatever the Good Doctor orders, Jerry. This is therapeutic for these people.


Lunatic flails his hair all around as he viciously stomps his fallen, near lifeless prey. Then, he goes back to the leg he had been stomping on a good portion of the match and wrenches it over before locking in a modified STFU. He pulls back on the choke so hard that Kelli Starr's back is bent underneath him. A frenzied Lunatic yells at Kelli to submit.


Jerry Andrews: Lunatic has the Total Restraint locked in!


Lunatic pulls back with all his might underneath Kelli's chin. Kelli holds out as long as she can, but she is forced to tap out.

DING DING DING!

Sasha Greene: Here is your winner, as a result of a submission...... LUNATIC!!

Jerry Andrews: Lunatic had quite a fight on his hands tonight, but he put Kelli Starr away.


Ace Anderson: He's refusing to give up the hold! Someone stop this... this luna - well, this crazy person!


The Masked Referee is throwing his arms around, telling Lunatic to release the hold. Kelli Starr has passed into unconsciousness after the pounding she took, but Lunatic stubbornly refuses to let go. Finally, the Good Doctor appears on the apron, holding the button of doom. Lunatic has a sullen look at his handler. Finally, he is talked down from continuing the submission on Kelli, and he stands up. The Good Doctor makes the Masked Referee hold up Lunatic's arm.


Jerry Andrews: I know it's a point we've hit tonight, but this is a very scary version of Lunatic we've seen tonight.


Ace Anderson: I want to know how he got to this point.


Lunatic and the Good Doctor exit the ring, with the Doctor giving his patient some soft words of confidential patient-doctor advice. The referee is trying to revive Kelli as both men walk up the ramp.


Jerry Andrews: I’m not sure if that will ever come to the surface, but he seems far more dangerous and focused.


Ace Anderson: Moving on, it’s time for our first Semifinal of the night.


Jerry Andrews: It’s anybody’s game in this match. Who are you rooting for, Ace? The veteran High Tide, or the newcomer Alexandra Tamora?


Ace Anderson: You know, I’d really kinda like to see Tide pull this one off. It’s been awhile since the pirate has been to the top.


Jerry Andrews: Well, only time will tell if it’ll be smooth sailing for tide or if Tamora will sink his ship.


Ace Anderson: You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?

Match Two

Icemann Invitational Tournament Semi-Finals Match

Alexandra Tamora vs. High Tide

Referee: Manny Cruz

Sasha Greene: The following contest is a Semi-Final match in the Icemann Invitational Tournament!

The announcement brings the faithful roaring to their feet. The excitement begins culminating before either participant has set a foot on stage.

Sasha Greene: Introducing first...hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada. He weighs One-hundred ninety pounds, High Tide!

With very little lighting and effects that simulate lightning, High Tide (in a pirate outfit) walks down the ramp slightly crouched over, as if he was sitting. He holds a large pirate flag in one hand, and in the other he is imitating steering a ship. He does this until he gets to the ring where he motions dropping and anchor and proceeds to hop onto the turnbuckle and dive headfirst over the ropes, rolling into a standing position. Then he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and pulls out a spyglass, looking around at the audience. He mimics loading a cannon and as he motions firing it, he jumps off the turnbuckle into the ring (to imitate recoil) as fireworks shoot from all four turnbuckles.

Sasha Greene: And his opponent. Hailing from Greenville, South Carolina. Weighing One-hundred, ninety pounds. She is Alexandra Tamora!

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.


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.

DING! DING! DING!

The crowd wastes no time in siding with the hometown fan favorite as LOUD chants of “LET’S GO ALEX, LET’S GO” start. She takes a moment to acknowledge this without giving too much free space to her annoyed opponent across the ring. Tide attempts a conversation with Referee Manny Cruz about this very matter. It can’t be picked up, but body language suggests a case being made about being distracted and unfair advantages for her. The long time stalwart tries brushing it off with a gesture of a goodwill in the center of the ring.


A handshake.


If you’re thinking it’s his way of congratulating the rookie for advancing this far...well. That’s your story. You stick to it. Tamora has approached him, looking puzzled that he would do such and also giving him the LOOK OF SUSPICION. High Tide puts on his best appearances. A toothy grin and a “good luck, kid” to boot. Tamora looks to appeal to her fan base as they try warning her. And this is when High Tide, Pirate extraordinaire decides to strike.


OR SO HE THOUGHT!


Alex Tamora may still be new to the scene, but she didn’t get this far by being gullible. She knew what to expect. High Tide’s right foot gets caught, leaving him hopping on the free left and pleading his case for mercy. Alexandra mocks this and instead sends him across the seas...err ring with a devastating t-bone suplex! Tamora walks over to him and sends Tide flying the other way with an overhead belly-to-belly as he quickly favors his back upon getting up. Thinking he has leverage with the ropes, Tamora crushes him with a lariat the sends him head over heels to the deck below.


Jerry Andrews: I don’t think High Tide prepared himself for that greeting, Ace!


Ace Anderson: Yeah, well, I don’t think she’s prepared at all. In fact, I know she isn’t. Know how I know?


Jerry Andrews: I’m sure you’ll tell me.


Ace Anderson: Well not with an attitude like that I won’t. You should be more thankful that I possess the expertise I do. You could learn something.


Tamora rallies the crowd up while High Tide takes a (non-keg) powder around the ring. If this were an Underground rules match, perhaps he could have his partner in crime come lend a hand. But it’s not, so he’ll be alone here. The referee’s count is beginning to hit the mid-numbers as Tamora counts along with him and the faithful. High Tide blurts out of frustration that he knows how long he has. He tells Referee Cruz to back Tamora up. She obliges without prompt and Tide comes in. He tries being sneaky once more, but Tamora is ready again. With a drop toe hold, Tide’s face says hello with the canvas. No sooner than he whiplashes from it, does Tamora lock her arms around him with a release German suplex to follow. Tide folds like an accordion. Before he takes any further damage, he gets out of the ring on his own power, favoring his neck this time. Alexandra however is going to meet him. And she does with a stiff uppercut that volleys the ring veteran back into the steps. Alexandra approaches, but Tide out of desperation pulls her forward into those very steps, crashing her face into the top. Tamora rolls down and is in obvious pain. High Tide looks and then double looks at his sudden change in fortune.


Ace Anderson: There she goes again, Jerry. She thought she had him where she wanted and made a rookie mistake. Children never learn.


Jerry Andrews: Will you stop?! Alexandra is one of the rising stars and has certainly made her name known throughout this tournament.


High Tide slams Tamora into the steps again for good measure. Then the apron. Then a roll back into the ring, where he goes to work with stomps. He takes a brief moment to massage his neck before picking Tamora up by the hair. He drills her with a head butt. As she staggers back, Tamora gets pulled into a snap suplex with a float over pin.


1.


2.


Not really even a two count, as she kicks out seconds before Manny gets his hand down. Alex gets yanked up and send to the ropes. As she returns, Tide nails a hurricanrana. Tamora is left looking up the lights until High Tide drops a leg across her throat, brother! Rather than follow up, High Tide seems distracted by his opponent. He thinks this over and gets his head back in the match, ignoring the booing of the crowd in doing so. Tamora gets choked in the ropes. Tide uses his count before releasing her at four. Tamora pulls herself into the corner, coughing. He assists her up and props her against the buckles. Tide gives her a HARD chop across the chest. The faithful on down to former wrestler Ace “GOTCHA, DUSTIN!” Anderson feel her pain on that. Tide revels in his handiwork and is promptly spun around. In a fit of fury, Tamora gives him one in return. But her comeback is not to be. Tide buries his knee into her midsection and follows through with a clothesline that sends her into another time period!


1.


2.


His follow up pin this time gets two and a little over. Alexandra gets her shoulder up.


LET’S GO, ALEX!

LET’S GO!


Followed by stomp-claps. High Tide looks around, shaking his head as Tamora begins to crawl. Tide measures her for another move as she gets to her feet. High Tide shoots over her shoulder with an attempted DDT. But somehow, someway, Tamora (possibly scouting) has hit the brakes and countered with an STO! This rallies the troops behind her as both are down. Both get back up at the same time (or close to it). Tide throws the first punch. Blocked. Thrown back. He tries again. Fails again. Tide staggers towards the ropes, but shakes that off and decides to throw BOTH fists into her direction.


Know what happened?


Yes. He had those fail. But that’s because Alexandra crouched down to throw him over with a scoop powerslam! Tamora isn’t quite out of the woods yet as she has absorbed a lot of punishment. Keyword: absorbed. She seems to feed off the energy of her fan base as Tide returns to his feet. Tamora wastes no time in peppering him with combination lefts and rights of her own, each finding their mark. High Tide tries covering the best he can, but he leaves his body open for a boot to the midsection. With him doubled over, he flies back up off a kneelift, and then down with authority as Alex drills him with Kiss the Sky! She goes for a pin.


..1!


….2!


NO!


High Tide kicks out much to the dismay of the faithful. Tamora pulls him to his feet, bringing him to the heavens and back down to the earth with a falcon arrow! (she did the deal!) Tamora knees him in the gut and hooks him for a pumphandle slam. The savvy pirate shoots over her shoulder, surprising Alex. He throws himself into the ropes and back into Tamora with a diving spear! Sensing he has victory in sight, a wounded High Tide climbs to the apron and up the buckles. He feels froggy!


Man Overboard CONNECTS! High Tide with frog splash so beautiful, Eddie Guerrero (RIP) would approve. Tide hooks the leg and counts with the referee. A toothy grin etched on his face.


..1!


….2!


THRE...


NO!
NO!
NO!


Tamora at the last split second gets her shoulder up! High Tide looks at Manny Cruz with wide-eyed shock. He argues it was a three, but gets told otherwise. Looking beside himself, High Tide thinks of what the hell he has to do to get the W. That’s when he knows what to do. As Tamora peels herself off the mat, Tide comes in looking for a dropkick. But his resilient opponent swats him away like an annoying mosquito. Tide splats on the mat. Tamora, spaghetti legged and all, pulls him from behind and right into Final Descent! This time it’s her turn to go for a cover. The fans, as before, count along with her.


..1!


….2!


THR...


TIDE KICKS OUT!


Tamora sits on her knees. Winded and beside herself thinking she had him beat on her signature move. She returns slowly to her feet, bringing Tide up with her in the process. Tamora hoists him from the side for a gut wrench, but he puts his weight down on her. She tries again, but he dead weights. Clubbing him in the back, she nearly has him, but a thumb to the eye saves disaster for High Tide. She spins away from him, blinded and seeing double. Manny comes to check on her and after she turns her attention back around, High Tide blasts her with a dropkick!


Jerry Andrews: Uh Oh…


Ace Anderson: Ha Ha! What did I tell you, Jerry? High Tide is about to sail right into the finals!


High Tide looks to hit his Lay With the Fish finisher. He gets the tit-a-whirl…


and hits the DDT!


BUT!


Tamora out of NOWHERE. Somehow. Someway. Felt no pain! Because her head NEVER hit. Instead she flipped over to her feet. She muscles Tide up off the mat, shocking him and everyone else who thought she was done for and goes with a running spinebuster. Tamora in finding some sort of raw reserve brings High Tide up to hit Spacial Distortion! As if that was the last burst of energy she had, she rolls slowly over him for the pin.


..1!


….2!


…...3!


Manny calls for the bell as Alexandra Tamora has punched her ticket to the finals!

Sasha Greene: Here is your winner, advancing to the finals, Alexandra Tamora!

The faithful cheer her on with loud abandon as she slowly gets to her feet and receives the good news. She uses the ropes to hold herself up. Elated, but no doubt worn out from the grueling war.

Match Three

Icemann Invitational Tournament Semi-Finals Match

Singles Match

Underground Title is on the Line

Underground Rules

Kyle Shane vs. Gabriel

Referee: Tyrone Little, Jr.

Ace Anderson: Well, we know that Tamora is going to the finals at Living a Legacy. Now we get to find out who will join her. Will it be Gabriel, or will it be the reigning Underground Champion, Kyle Shane?


Jerry Andrews: And don’t forget that the Underground title is also on the line, so you know what that means…


Both Ace and Jerry: UNDERGOUND RULES!


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

"And how could anyone

You are in my dreams

Half human, half machine

You with someone else that I have felt and seen

I cannot rest, or my consciousness contest

Looking right through the lens

From winter brings the spring again"

Kyle tilts his head back and holds his arms out, taking in the reception of the crowd. For the PCW faithful that are just getting to know him, there is a modest show of respect, but the truly dedicated that have followed his career stir mightily. Some on the sides of the aisles even make a fanning bow motion as Kyle walks by. 1/2 the way down the aisle, Kyle pivots, holding his arms up to either side of him. He climbs onto the apron. Kyle balances on the ropes for a moment, points to himself and smirks, holding his arms out, and then he hops down, takes off his longcoat and stretches a few times to get ready.


Jerry Andrews: Kyle Shane in the unenviable position of not only having to face Gabriel to move on in the tournament but this match is also being contested under Underground Rules with his title on the line.


Ace Anderson: Shane doesn't look worried. All of his matches are Underground matches for the title. That's what you sign up for when you hold that belt.


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, wearing a tan button up shirt, brown overalls and heavy dark boots. He clasps his hands around a burning candle 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 climbs the ring steps and pauses. He then enters the ring and says a quick prayer.


Kyle Shane closes the gap as the referee rings the bell, intent on trash talking Gabriel. Before he can react, Gabriel whips the candle at Kyle's face, spraying hot wax around his eyes. Shane falls to a knee clutching his face as Gabriel begins to lay stiff knees into his midsection.


Jerry Andrews: Good lord, Shane might be permanently blinded.


Ace Anderson: I know, talk about a game changer! But seriously though, it's just a little wax in his eyes, I'm sure he's caused way more damage to his eyes from staring at a screen too long.


Gabriel drags Kyle to his feet. Shane swings wildly, clearly having difficulty seeing, but Gabriel dances away from the wild blows. Dodging behind the blinded Underground Champion, Gabriel quickly wraps his arms around his opponent’s waist and delivers a quick belly to back suplex that drives Kyle Shane back into the mat. He quickly transitions around, trying to tie Shane up with an Armbar. Kyle is able to worm his way out of the submission hold and rolls out of the ring. Stumbling, half blind, he reaches into the crowd and grabs a water bottle from a young fan.


Jerry Andrews: Kyle, getting a little help from the fans to clear his eyes.


Ace Anderson: Help nothing, he stole that kid’s drink. Somebody call security, we’ve got a thief!


Shane empties the contents of the bottle on to his face and rubs frantically at his eyes. However Gabriel has decided that the only cleansing Shane is going to get is going to come from him as he bulldozes Shane from behind with a wicked clothesline. As Shane lies prone Gabriel begins to dig under the ring looking to see what kind of goodies the ring fairies left. He pulls several chairs from under the ring but doesn’t seem to find whatever it is he’s looking for.


With Gabriel distracted Shane crawl to his feet and snags one of the chairs. Still trying to clear the candle wax from his eyes he whistles to Gabriel and tosses the chair at him. Gabriel catches the chair before it hits him but it doesn’t matter as Kyle Shane launches himself into a running dropkick that hits the chair, causing it to crack Gabriel in the face.


Ace Anderson: That’s cheating!


Jerry Andrews: It’s an Underground match, Ace, there is no cheating.


Ace Anderson: Well there should be when Kyle Shane is involved. I bet he haxors with his hackerman skills.


Jerry Andrews: I think your age is showing, Ace.


Kyle pulls the fallen Gabriel up and rolls him into ring. Sliding in after his opponent, Kyle Shane hooks the leg as the referee slides in for the count.


1…


Gabriel kicks out at one.


Jerry Andrews: Unbelievable, even after having a chair bounced off his skull Gabriel still kicks out at one.


Ace Anderson: That’s the power of faith, Andrews.


The God of Game is clearly unconcerned with Gabriel’s faith as he moves into the corner and leaps to the second turnbuckle. The bounce of the second turnbuckle takes him to the top and with one fluid motion he flies off with a beautiful moonsault. He lands flush across Gabriel’s still prone form and goes for another cover.


1…


2…


Gabriel kicks out.


Shane is back up and pulls Gabriel with him. He whips Gabriel into the corner and charges after him but Gabriel is ready for him and introduces Shane’s jaw to the holy word of elbow. Shane staggers back and Gabriel follows with a running knee lift that takes Shane off his feet. Gabriel grabs the other man’s ankle and begins to twist him into the figure four. Shane again scurries out of the attempted submission but Gabriel is right on him, bringing him back to his base and tying up with him while peppering his ribs with more savage knees. As smooth as the word of Seromine, Gabriel transitions behind Kyle Shane and drives him down with a reverse DDT.


Jerry Andrews: Well it looked like Kyle Shane might breeze through this one after that chair shot on the outside and the moonsault but it looks like all he managed to do was light a fire under Majors.


Ace Anderson: That’s not his name, Andrews, and stop acting so surprised. Gabriel knows that Seromine is watching and he knows that he needs to win here to move on. Anything less than his best isn’t worthy of the higher power he serves.


Jerry Andrews: I certainly can’t claim to know anything about his belief in a higher power, but you’re right about needing to win to move on.


Ace Anderson: Of course I’m right. I always am.


Gabriel goes for the pin.


1…


2…


And Shane kicks out at two.


The two men are back to their feet as Gabriel lays in a series of heavy strikes, further staggering Shane. He takes the younger man’s arm and wrenches it, causing Shane to clutch at his shoulder. Gabriel wrenches it even hard and lands a hook kick to Shane’s jaw. Shane goes to a knee but Gabriel doesn’t release the arm, instead rolling straight into an armbar, this time cinching it in tight.


Jerry Andrews: He’s got that armbar locked in deep.


Ace Anderson: Shane should just give up now and live to fight another day.


But Shane doesn’t give up and whether he lives to fight another day remains to be seen. Gabriel pulls the armbar even tighter as the ref is right there asking Kyle Shane if he wants to quit. Kyle continues to thrash on the mat, ignoring the referee and desperately reaching for the ropes.


But this is an Underground Title Match and Kyle seems to have forgotten that rope breaks don’t mean diddly.


Instead Kyle somehow manages to get feet beneath him. Locking his hands together, he uses his ring of +5 Giant Strength to muscle Gabriel up. Gabriel, for his part, can only hang on for the ride. As the two crash back to the mat Gabriel loses his grip on the hold and Kyle Shane slips free. Gabriel is the quicker back to his feet and is waiting for Shane. He grabs him in a front face lock.


Ace Anderson: He’s feeling it, Jerry. The power of belief!


Gabriel spikes Kyle Shane’s head into the mat with a fierce BELIEVE! Whether by luck or by design, Shane rolls away before Gabriel can pin him. He starts slowly pulling himself towards the edge of the ring, trying to put distance between himself and Gabriel. Gabriel watches dispassionately, almost bored, as Shane moves away. He gets about half way out of the ring, his front half dangling as he reaches under the ring.


Gabriel grabs him by the legs and pulls him back and rolls him over. With a triumphant smirk he steps between Shane’s legs and twists them together. But Shane has a nasty surprise for him, as Gabriel steps through Shane lunges forward from the waist and drives his right fist into Gabriel’s temple.


Ace Anderson: Look at his fist, he’s cheating again!


The power gloved fist connects and Gabriel slumps to the mat. Shane barely has the strength to drape an arm over his opponent.


1…


2…


3…

Sasha Greene: Here is your winner, and advancing to the Finals, Kyle Shane!

Kyle Shane rises to his feet. He's handed the Underground Title, which he holds high above his head.


Ace Anderson: Kyle Shane has done it! He retains the Underground Title and he moves on in the Icemann Invitational Tournament!


Jerry Andrews: He's been on one hell of a roll since coming to PCW and that role continues here tonight. What a victory!



Shane celebrates more and then leaves the ring. Gabriel remains behind, in the ring. Slowly he leaves as well, with his head held down. He then slowly walks over to the timekeeper's table and unplugs a monitor.


Jerry Andrews: What the hell is Gabriel doing here?



Gabriel takes the cable from the monitor and wraps part of it around his hand. Then he slowly removes his shirt.


Ace Anderson: What on earth is going on?



Gabriel now swings the cable backwards, lashing himself in the back with the thick cable.


Jerry Andrews: Oh my.... he's lashing himself repeatedly with that cable.


Ace Anderson: Is he punishing himself for losing?


Gabriel swings again. And again. And again. His back turns bright red. The prongs from the plug start to dig into his back with each swing. Drops of blood begin to drip from the wounds he is causing. He screams angrily and continues the self-flagellation for an uncomfortable period of time. Blood continues to pour from his back, which is now quite red and very blistered. Gabriel continues before finally falling to the floor. He puts his head in his hands, shaking as he stays on the ground for quite some time.


Finally, Seromine emerges and walks over to him. He places his hand on Gabriel's shoulder. Gabriel looks up. His face is streaked with tears and his eyes are bright red.


Seromine: That is enough, my child. You have suffered enough today. You will learn from your failures. One day, you will succeed. Come.



Gabriel slowly stands up and he walks very slowly behind Seromine, his head down. The two walk back up the ramp and through the entrance way.


Jerry Andrews: I’m not sure what to say about what we just saw, folks.


Ace Anderson: It was disturbing to watch, that’s for sure. We need to go to a commercial to shake that disturbing image from our minds. We’ll be back after this.

Main Event

Over-the-Top Elimination Battle Royal

The Icemann Invitational Tournament Last Chance Battle Royal

Referee: Eric Russo

Jerry Andrews: It's time, folks! What a Main Event for Trauma 212! We're going to start with four competitors in the ring, adding a new person every minute until everyone is entered.


Ace Anderson: HOO BABY! The Last Chance Battle Royal is about to start!


Jerry Andrews: Last year, Murdoc came out of nowhere, won it, and went on to become World Champion. Any speculation on who we might see tonight, Ace?

Ace smiles knowingly.


Ace Anderson: I have it on good authority that a former World Champion will make his presence known this year.


Jerry Andrews: That leaves the door open pretty wide, so let's get things going!

Sasha Green: The following is the Last Chance Battle Royal!

The audience rattles the rafters with antici... pation.

Sasha Greene: To be eliminated, the competitor must be thrown over the top rope and BOTH feet must touch the floor. The winner will go on to face the finalists of the Icemann Invitational Tournament at Living a Legacy IX!

The crowd cheers loudly, anxious to kick things off.

Sasha Greene: Already in the ring, hailing from Orlando, Florida: Razor Blade! Next up, hailing from parts unknown...

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

"Ich liebe dich, ich liebe dich nicht

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

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

"Ich suche dich hinter dem Licht

Wo bist du,"

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


Jerry Andrews: You were right, Ace! Already, there's a former World Champ in the ring.


Ace Anderson: Wait, what? No! That's not who I was talking about!


Sasha Greene: And hailing from Death Valley, California... Sicko!


Ace Anderson: Who the hell is this?


Jerry Andrews: I believe it's a newcomer, Ace.


The opening circus calliope intro of "Greasepaint and Monkey Brains" by White Zombie starts playing as a battered, dilapidated ice cream truck, it's paint and decals peeling in a sinister manner rumbles up on stage, it's axles shaking with effort. The entrance ramp is backlit with a hellish red lighting as the ice cream truck pulls into a spot just to the left of the entrance ramp, making this vessel seem like some demonic harbinger. As the music distorts and twists into the driving guitar riff the PCW-Tron shows images of Sicko, walking down a long hallway, his back turned to the camera, then the screen splits and two images of Sicko, two faces, one laughing, one snarling.


Ace looks on, horrified at what he's seeing.


Ace Anderson: Holy shit! Dude is a mountain!


Jerry Andrews: Aren't you glad you aren't in there?


Ace Anderson: ...

Death is on the midway 

Gambling with souls

Roulette on the wire 

Ace is in the hole

I sink beneath the feeling 

Moon is in my hands

A crooked wheel of twenty-one

I just don't understand - NO!

Laugh - YEAH! - drown and laugh

Your life is over 

Then, as the music kicks in harder, shots of Sicko hitting various high impact signature moves on opponents. Sicko steps out from behind the wheel of the ice cream truck, looking around with a sickening smile. A red mist rolls out from the interior of the ice cream truck with Sicko. The creep clown slowly makes his way down to the ring, like a predator on the hunt. As he climbs into the ring, he kneels on the apron, taking a look around at him with a depraved look in his eye. He then takes his fist and bashes himself over the forehead a few times, and then he begins getting fired up. His demeanor changes to one of frightening intensity as the smiling mask drops away, and he stands in the ring, screaming and flexing his muscles as he awaits the match to start.

Sasha Greene: Finally, coming all the way from Leeds, Maine... "The Asshole" Whitey Ford!

"Bad Man," by Bobaflex rattles the rafters as Ford charges to the ring, ready to get things going. Whitey immediately starts drumming on the facepainted freak, not even waiting for the bell to ring before driving the large man back to try and eliminate him. Russo calls for the match to begin.

DING DING!

Meanwhile, Eira and Razor begin trading blows of their own, the white-haired veteran schooling the tattooed rookie on ring etiquette as she slings him to the ropes and lands a drop kick that nearly knocks Razor out of the ring already.


Whitey continues to pummel Sicko, but soon, his assault is stopped by the clown clasping the Asshole's head and delivering a spine-shaking headbutt. Whitey stumbles backwards, stalked closely by the Clown Prince of Pain. Ever the ring veteran, Ford charges the ropes, leaping at the large man for a forearm to the noggin, but Sicko catches him in mid-air and drives him down onto the mat with a belly-to-belly suplex. Ford winces in agony as Sicko stands full, a sadistic grin on his face.


Eira continues her own assault on Razor, tossing him at the ropes and greeting his return with a hairtoss backbreaker across her protected knee. Blade scrunches backwards from the impact, holding his sore spine. Eira yanks him up to his feet just as the audience begins to count down.

5...

4...

3...

2...

1...

BUZZ!

"Shady," by Adam Lambert pulses over the speakers as "The Fabulous One" Dan Fierce strolls out to the adulation from the Faithful. He takes his time to the ring as the others continue fighting. Once ringside, he asks for a microphone.


Ace Anderson: What's he doing? This isn't the Glam Slam. This is the Last Chance Battle Royal.


Jerry Andrews: The Fabulous One breaks his silence and his absence! Surely he's the former champ you were eluding to!


Dan Fierce: Hang on for a minute sweeties. Stop the action for just a sec. Momma has something important to say.


The four competitors in the ring halt their scuffles as Fierce climbs into the ring with purpose. Everyone seems confused by the interruption.


Dan Fierce: I know this is a bit unorthodox, but this is really important. You see, I came down here for one reason and one reason only.


Dan turns slowly, making pointed eye contact with Whitey Ford.


Dan Fierce: Someone in this ring right now has been running their mouth, talking like they're entitled a shot at the World Title.


Dan's face turns red from anger as he gets nose-to-nose with the Asshole.


Dan Fierce: That someone needs to learn his place up in here. He needs to learn that he doesn't get to make demands when his performance lacks more than a car wash in the dessert. He needs to learn that just because he thinks he deserves something, doesn't mean that he gets what he wants.


Fierce doesn't break eye contact with Ford, and the Asshole isn't backing down. Eira comes over to Whitey trying to separate the two superstars. Razor follows suit. They manage to get the two men away from each other. Without warning, Fierce executes a spinning leg lariat that sends Razor out over the ropes and to the floor. Dan grins, walking over to where the stunned Razor glares up at him.

Razor Blade has been eliminated!

Dan Fierce: I got word from the office. At Living a Legacy, you and I will open the show, and momma's gonna give you a class in respect. It will be my last match. Keep running your lips, and it may very well be yours too.


Without another second wasted, Dan steps over the top rope and down to the floor, returning the mic to the ring hand and then wiping his hands with a sneer as he saunters past Blade. All three competitors look on in amazement for a few seconds.

Dan Fierce has been eliminated!

Behind them, a rather colorful looking girl runs out of the crowd, grasping an oversized mallet. The crowd looks on, roaring warnings at the people in the ring. Eira turns around just in time to catch the head of the comically large hammer as it gets driven into her midsection.


Ace Anderson: Oh, now who the hell is this?


Jerry Andrews: I don't know. I don't think she's even a legal entrant. Is she with somebody?


WHILE the ref IS distracted, the harlequined lass drops the Gothic Goddess with a code breaker and slides out of the ring before she can be found out. Sicko and Ford both turn around, discovering the downed Dark Diva. Sicko cackles and grins, reaching down to gather the easy prey, but Whitey rebounds off of the ropes, lifting a knee into the painted face of the sadistic clown. Sicko staggers across the ring as Whitey reaches down to check on Eira.

5.

4.

3.

2.

1.

BUZZ!

"Rising Sun" introduces the next person in line as the honor-bound man-mountain Hiroshi Yukio makes his way into the fray, mixing it up with Sicko almost immediately.


Jerry Andrews: The two biggest guys are going at each other.


Ace Anderson: If Ford is as smart as I think he is, he'll get rid of Eira and just let these two beat the hell out of each other until one or both get eliminated.


Whitey drags Eira to the corner, propping her up on the bottom turnbuckle, still concerned for her well being, yet never letting the others out of his peripherals. Sicko and Yukio trade a series of chops, but the beefy sumo comes out on top of the exchange as he works the clown to a corner. Yukio slings Sicko to the opposite corner, but the clown reverses it, launching Yukio right at Eira! Ford manages to catch the incoming out of the corner of his eye and dodges, but the already injured Eira isn't as lucky. She gets an unscheduled close-up of Hiroshi's immense backside.


Whitey is beside himself after watching the impact. It's obvious that wasn't what he had in mind when he was trying to help Eira out. The sumo comes out of the corner into an impressive belly-to-belly suplex by the clown that rattles the ring. Ford scrambles to Eira, tapping her cheek, trying to revive her, screaming "I'm sorry." Unable to get her completely around, Whitey motions for the paramedics. A stretcher gets led to the ring as Ford slowly assists her out of the ring over the top rope as a formality. He steps between the second and top ropes to help her to the floor.

Eira has been eliminated!

Whitey continues to help the medics get her situated.

5.

4.

3.

2.

1.

BUZZ!

"Thunderkiss 1965," by White Zombie blasts the P.A. system. Jury steps out and charges down the ramp, sliding into the ring, clobbering Sicko with a forearm to the back of the head. The clown, who dwarfs even the man formerly known as the Bear, slowly turns his head, a maddening look of psychotic rage in his eyes. Undaunted, Jury plows another forearm into the head of the demented freak, driving him back into a corner.


Meanwhile, Yukio manages to regain his footing on the other side of the ring. He flies forward, putting all of his weight into a tsunami of flesh, sandwiching both Jury and Sicko into the unforgiving turnbuckles. As Hiroshi steps back to assess the damage, jury wilts to the mat. Sicko looks as if he isn't quite sure where he's at.


Jerry Andrews: Oh. My. GOD! Yukio may have just killed Jury.


Ace Anderson: I think he killed the ring too! The sheer amount of weight that was there may have bent the corner post form the impact.


Outside the ring, Whitey assists the paramedics as they get the gurney going up the ramp, still apologizing to the barely conscious Eira as she's whisked away. One of the ringside refs starts to get Ford's attention, his hand shrugged off the first time. The second time, an irate Asshole turns to the zebra with a thunderous "WHAT?" The ref explains that he needs to return to the ring, since he didn't get eliminated. That sobering thought seems to snap Whitey back to the match. He checks Eira one last time as she's taken past the curtain and out of his sight. He hesitates for a few more seconds, still watching the back expectantly before finally returning his gaze to the ring and the mountain of flesh battling it out within.


Finally, Whitey chares back to the ring, sliding underneath, and hammering each of the three men in turn with haymaker rights. The crowd cheers as he circles, punching and turning, punching and turning. Yukio breaks the streak with a chop to the head that staggers the Asshole backwards.

5.

4.

3.

2.

1.

BUZZ!

"Monster," by Imagine Dragons chimes over the air as Nathan Saniti strolls down to the ring. He carefully hands his hat and coat to a ring attendant before scaling the steps and stepping into the fray. The men inside are still going at each other full force, paying the Madcap Magician no mind as he surveys the situation.


Yukio concentrates on Sicko while Whitey and Jury duke it out. Jury bounces Whitey off of the ropes, slamming the big man down with a spinebuster. Jury hoists Ford onto his shoulders, and then up above his head in a gorilla press, heading right to the ropes.


Jerry Andrews: Looks like Jury want to take out the Asshole.


Ace Anderson: Smart thinking. Take out a veteran like Whitey, you stand a better chance.


Ford struggles in the larger man's grasps, as Nathan lets out a whistle. Jury turns around, still holding Ford aloft, only to meet a corkscrew elbow to the mush that stumbles him back to ropes precariously. Jury struggles to maintain his balance whit Ford in hand, so the Asshole slips from his grip, but he manages to catch himself from going over. Whitey and Saniti each take a leg, seemingly in an unspoken alliance to topple the gargantuan man.


Sicko shoves Yukio across the ring, rattling the turnbuckles, and charging in with an exaggerated clown shoe to the face. The demented jester untangles his leg from the top rope and drives a series of back elbows to the Honorable One's visage, rocking the man-mountain while wearing a sadistic grin. He yanks the sumo from the corner, dropping him with a short arm clothesline. Sicko continues his assault as the audience counts down once more.

5.

4.

3.

2.

1.

BUZZ!

"Welcome to the Jungle," by Gun 'n' Roses announces the scrambling entrance of "The Wasp" Jule Martins. He charges down and immediately goes on a tear against Saniti as he and Ford strain to eliminate Jury. The sudden interference causes Nathan to release his grip. That's enough for Jury to fight back against Whitey's attempts and slide back in under the bottom rope. Ford stomps the notion of standing out of the struggling Jury, accenting the barrage with an elbow drop to the back of the neck.


Wasp and Saniti trade fists and feet, Martins driving the Mystical Madman to the corner. Another well-placed leg lariat lands Nathan on top of the turnbuckle. Wasp tries to leverage Saniti to the floor, but the magician has enough wherewithal to cling to the ropes for dear life.


Ace Anderson: Looks like some old bad blood is boiling to the surface between Saniti and Wasp.


Jerry Andrews: Yep. The Freebooters and Saniti had quite a storied past back when we had a tag team division.


Sicko and Hiroshi continue to wear each other down. Yukio fires the fool to the ropes, squashing him with a tremendous pop-up Samoan Drop. Hiroshi drags the clown to the corner and scales the second turnbuckle. MOUNT FUJI DROP!


Jerry Andrews: It looks like the man-mountain Yukio is going to get rid of the demented clown once and for all.

5.

4.

3.

2.

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BUZZ!

Disturbed's "Pain Redefined" blasts over the airwaves. Jerry Andrews looks slowly at his co-host in disbelief. Ace Anderson smirks, slowly removing his jacket.


Jerry Andrews: You're yanking my chain again, aren't you?


Ace Anderson: I'm gonna show this buncha jerks just how it's done.


The crowd shakes the roof with cheers as Ace doffs his announcer gear, unbuttons and removes his shirt, and makes his way into the ring. Whitey Ford stops his assault on Jury long enough to watch the newest entrant with curiosity. Ace steps in, looking directly at Ford with intent. He charges in, only to have Ford grasp the back of his head like a basketball and throw him directly over the ropes.

Ace Anderson has been eliminated!

Ace sits up on all fours, slapping the floor in frustration and shock. Whitey smiles mischievously, pointing to his temple and laughing at the announcer. Across the ring, Sicko hurtles Yukio to the ropes. Ford sees the sumo coming in a nick of time, ducking down and bringing the top rope with him. Ace isn't quite as lucky as the momentum carries the Japanese superstar over the top and onto the unfortunate legend.

Hiroshi Yukio has been eliminated!

Jerry Andrews: Yep. He was a great announcing partner. I'm gonna miss him.


A set of limbs flail comically from under the sizable sumo, prompting the Far East combatant to get up with haste. Hiroshi looks humiliated and upset over the announcer's misfortune, helping the aggravated man to his feet. Ace brushes himself off angrily, before a depressed look overtakes him and he slinks back to his announcer position. He slips his shirt back on before he takes his headgear and places it back atop his head.


Jerry Andrews: Welcome back. We've had commercials that lasted longer than that.


Ace Anderson: I hate... No. You know what? I'm not even going to say it. I'm not giving you the satisfaction.

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Rob Zombie's "Scum of the Earth," breaks the tension as NCM ambles down the ramp, determination in his eyes. He slides into the ring and immediately goes after Sicko, driving him against the ropes, pushing, shoving, but he can't quite get the leverage he needs to finish the Satanic jester's reign of terror. Knee after knee plants itself in Sicko's bread basket, followed by a running bulldog.


Nathan has finally freed himself of the hazardous position he was in with a few well aimed kicks that stun his assailant. Nathan plants one final boot to Wasp's gut, bounces off of the ropes with a spin, meets back-to-back with Martins as he executes a modified combination of a back drop and sitting neck breaker.


Jerry Andrews: Did Saniti just invent a move?


Ace Anderson: I could have taken that move.


Whitey gathers Jury from the mat, leading him to the corner and introducing him to the top turnbuckle over and over. The audience counts along as he reaches nine. He lets the audience feed him some energy as he drums his head into the turnbuckle one last time. As Jury staggers out of the corner, Ford nails a textbook snap German suplex that send the larger man halfway across the ring from the inertia.


Whitey yanks Jury up from the mat, making a running start at the ropes to hit him on the rebound when...


"Counting Bodies like Sheep to the Rhythm of the War Drums" blares menacingly.


Jerry Andrews: What the hell? Is Grimm entering this?


Ace Anderson: I don't think so, Jerry.


Ford halts his momentum to glare at Grimm as he emerges from the back, the World Title over his shoulder. The Hangtown Horror stalks down to the edge of the ring area, places the belt in front of him, and draws an imaginary line in the floor just in front of that, taunting Ford and inviting him to "Come get it." Ford rattles a few choice and unairable words before rushing the ropes, leaping up and hammering the World Champion with a slingshot plancha.

Whitey Ford has been eliminated!

Jerry Andrews: I wonder if Whitey knows that he just eliminated himself.


Ace Anderson: I guess he's not as smart as he thinks he is.


Whitey and Grimm let the fists fly, both men battering each other without relent. Grimm tosses Ford against the barricade, following in with a drop kick to know some of the fight out of his target.


"HOLD ON JUST A MINUTE!"



The words fall on deaf ears as Whitey and Grimm continue to waylay each other with all-out attacks. Security rushes the runway, doing their best to separate the two stars, but they each in turn wriggle free of their captors and return to battling each other.


"I SAID KNOCK IT OFF!"



Loki appears from the back, the hostility in his voice the only thing that grants a respite from the growing feud between Whitey and Grimm.


Loki: If you two want to have at each other so badly, then I think I see only one solution. Grimm, you've stopped Whitey at every turn to earn the chance at your title legitimately. Since you've cost him every opportunity, and you need an opponent at Living a Legacy, then it's going to be "The Asshole" Whitey Ford against Phinehas Grimm for the World Championship! Now get out of here so this train can keep moving!



Neither man breaks eye contact, still trying to break free from the security restraining them, both men still spewing venom and staring daggers as they're lead out of each other's sight.

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"10,000 Watts of Artificial Pleasure," from Dope Star, Inc. lightens the mood as a perennial fan favorite emerges from the back; Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith! He lurches down the ramp and right into action against an already weary Jury. He picks up Jury for a Crazy Slam, following it up with a Russian leg sweep. Smith elevates to the top turnbuckle, but as he's scaling the ropes, Jury stands on spaghetti legs, staggering back and knocking his attacker off balance. CB comes down in a manner that isn't so friendly to his nether regions. Jury grabs Tyrone and throws him across the ring and onto his back.


Sicko and NCM continue their exchange, the demented clown finally gaining the upper hand on the Hobo King with a series of vicious knife edge chops that send "WOOOO's" throughout the arena. Sicko scoops up NCM into a package and drives him don on the back of his head.


Ace Anderson: Sweet Kamikaze! Sicko might very well take care of the favorite remaining.


The jester picks up NCM's shocked body and tries to toss him over the ropes, but the wily wild man grabs the ropes, preventing him from reaching the ground. Sicko places a foot on the Born Psycho, trying to pry him from the apron and out of the race, but NCM holds onto the bottom rope with every ounce of his strength.


Wasp regains a bit of momentum against Saniti with a Yakuza kick the nearly decapitates the Madcap Magician. He gathers the Mystical Madman up and lands a springboard tornado DDT. Without hesitation, he picks Nathan up again and leads him to the ropes, hoping for an elimination. NO! Saniti blocks it by stiff-arming the ropes.


Jury pulls Crazy Boy up to try and get him up onto his shoulders, but the slippery superstar slides behind Jury hitting the ropes and connecting with a knee to the back of Jury's head that knocks him head over kettle over the ropes.

Jury has been eliminated!

Jerry Andrews: Helluva try for Jury, but no dice this year.


Ace Anderson: He shouldn't have tried to prove himself against all of those big guys. He wore himself out too quickly.


Light from the tron begins to dim. Lower and lower the illumination gets until…


A row of ten candles are lowered from the catwalk. Once they are positioned in-between the steel grating at the bottom of the screen, every light inside of the arena is shut off. The candles glow with only a black screen behind them. There’s nothing but you and your thoughts.

NATHAN!

NATHAN!

NATHAN!

NATHAN!

NATHAN!

NATHAN!

NATHAN!

NATHAN!

NATHAN!

NATHAN!

Until that happens. Every time his name is said, the bell is rung. Ten times in total. The voices differ in tone. But there’s no Seromine. No Destiny. No Gabriel. No Followers. Anywhere. Just silence left to die after the final toll. The faithful, understandably, are unsure of what to make of this. Until…


A grainy black and white video starts to play on the tron. Quick edit flashes of the animal masks Salvation wears go by in left-right succession. Until darkness beckons.

“Nathan...”

“Saniti...”

“We see you...”

“We hear you...”

“We’re going to get you...”

Five followers are partially shown, one for each thing said. Their voices are playing from a held tape recorder. One by one their images grow sinister.

“Nathan...”

“Saniti...”

“You’re blind...”

“You’re deaf...”

“You’re done...”

After the remaining three followers have their turn, the final two threats are played in hissing succession. Two groups of Four. Everyone still playing their recorded audio.

“He’s going to crucify you, sinner!

“He’s going to watch you bleed, outsider!”

“He’s going to make you pay, heathen!”

“Say your prayers and make amends...”

Now four groups of two...

“At Living a Legacy, your career is going to END!”

"Praise Seromine! Praise the Lord!"

The video feed cuts off with the entire group of followers playing the final message in unison. The last bit of audio heard is their collective laughter. Saniti looks on in bewilderment as the lighting returns to normal, but right behind the magician is the leader of the Cultists, Seromine! The audience roars out a warning, but it's too late. Seromine kicks Saniti in the gut, setting him up for the Messiah-plex, turning around with his back to the ropes and lunches the Mystical Madman out of the ring. Seromine waits for Saniti to stand, charging the ropes and diving over the top onto his target.

Nathan Saniti and Seromine have both been eliminated!

Nathan is quick to his feet, as is Seromine. Both men start laying into one another. soon, security returns to the ring once more to peel the sworn enemies apart. An explosion of purple smoke overtakes the group holding back Nathan. When it clears, he's gone! Suddenly, Seromine lets out a yelp of surprise, and then another, and another, holding first his neck. The second time, a hatpin comes out of nowhere, right into the middle of the Serpentine Savior's hand. The third hatpin drills itself into his foot. The camera pans down the ramp where Saniti has fetched his hat, a fistful of the deadly hatpins at the ready. He stomps towards Seromine, who begins to feel the effects of the tainted weapons.


Purple smoke once again fills the air between Saniti and Seromine as the haunting words echo throughout the arena; "There's more than one way to crucify a martyr." Once the smoke dissipates, the Madcap Magician is once again disappeared. Security helps the now inebriated Cult leader to the back stage.


Back in the ring, NCM, CB, and Wasp have put their differences aside to try and get rid of the grease-painted newcomer who has yet to be eliminated. NCM has the clown by the throat, bending him backwards over the ropes while Wasp and Crazy Boy each attempt to put the legs out. Sicko uses his gargantuan strength to prevent his being tossed out. He land a couple of clubbing blows to the temple of the Hobo King, loosening his grasp enough for the maniacal fool to break free.


He sloughs the captors and puts a bit of distance between them, in a guarded stance as he eyeballs all three with that unwavering, unnerving smile. NCM starts to approach and Sicko swats at him with an unhinged cackle. Wasp bounds off of the ropes, throwing himself in a cross body at the unmoving man, but the demented clown catches Wasp, tossing him backwards over his head, out of the ring and next to the announcer table.


Ace Anderson: INCOMING!


Both announcers react as Wasp hits the ground with enough force to move their table a good foot.

Wasp has been eliminated!

Now it's down to the final three, but the silent alliance remains between NCM and Smith. They both charge at the man simultaneously, but he does his best to fight back, taking turns thumping each foe with hamfisted rights. NCM lands a boot to the middle pom pom of the jester, doubling him over. Crazy Boy scurries up the top turnbuckle again to hit a high flying move when...


NCM Shoves Sicko aside and catches CB with the Dum Dum Drop!


Jerry Andrews: Guess that partnership is done.


Ace Anderson: It's every man for himself in this match.


NCM pulls Smith to his feet, nailing a Pain Killer. Finally, he gathers the spent Crazy Boy and tosses him out of the ring with a sneer.

Crazy Boy has been eliminated!

A stunned Sicko isn't quite sure what to think of this sudden turn, but he's not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. He charges at NCM, Clasping his arms around the Born Psycho's waist. He begins to violently shake NCM as if he were nothing more than a stuffed prize at a carnival. Mentis yowls in agony, hitting headbutt after headbutt, finally getting the clown to break the hold. As NCM slides to standing, he hits with a Back to Madness that levels the large man.


Jerry Andrews: Both men are down.


Ace Anderson: Count-outs don't matter in a match like this.


Ten seconds pass before either man even begins to stir. NCM starts to sit up, as does Sicko. Sicko throws a hand, NCM answers with one of his own. The Clown and the Hobo King both start to stand, fighting each other the entire way. The jester smashes Mentis in the temple with a haymaker right. NCM retaliates with a spinning back fist, known as the Blunt Trauma, that reels the newcomer. The Born Psycho tries for a short arm clothesline, but the clown sees it coming, ducks under and connects with a Pagliacci choke slam. Sicko bends down to collect his prey from the mat, but he gets an eyeful of red mist.


Ace Anderson: The Burning!


Jerry Andrews: Is that legal in this match?


Ace Anderson: As far as I know, the only way to lose is to be tossed over. See exhibit A.


Ace indicates himself.


Jerry Andrews: Good point.


The blinded clown swings wildly, catching nothing but air as NCM waits for an opening. Finally, he sees his opportunity. NCM charges in with a clothesline that has enough force to send both men over the ropes.


BUT!


Sicko's feet touch the ground first!

Sicko has been eliminated!

DING DING DING!

Sasha Greene: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of this year's Last Chance Battle Royal: Non Compos Mentis!

"Scum of the Earth" starts to play, but without warning, Alexandra Tamora pops out from the back to face the worn Hobo King. She stares him down, chastising him for his cheating to gain the advantage over the demented clown. NCM simply shrugs his shoulders without a shred of guilt. She gets face to face with her would-be PPV competition when...



Suddenly "In The Morning And Amazing" by Circa Survive hits on the PA, and Kyle Shane comes walking out onto the stage, carrying the PCW Underground Title. He's still dressed to compete after his grueling match with Gabriel for his title, and he has an intent look in his eye as he walks down the ramp, looking at the competitors strewn around the ring, and the winner, Non Compos Mentis. Kyle has a cocky smirk on his face. He looks at his Underground title, and then he takes the mic.



Kyle Shane: Now that you're all lying there, in as much discomfort as I hope you can possibly be in, and the dust has settled, and we know who is going to the finals of The Icemann Invitational Tournament, I just wanted to come out here and make a few points. The first point, is that it doesn't matter... it NEVER mattered to me, who was going to win the semi-finals, or the third spot through the Last Chance Battle Royale. As I've proved with this title right here, it does not matter who you put in front of me, I will simply rise above them. So congratulations, NCM... you earned a third spot, and congrats to Alexandra Tamora, too... but you both have to realize that you're just placeholders. You see at Living a Legacy, I am going to accomplish quite a few things, actually... but I'm going to do it in the Kyle Shane style you've all seen in action and call my shot right off the bat - I am winning the finals of the Icemann Invitational Tournament.



The crowd buzzes, and the everyday PCW fans boo Kyle Shane a little bit because, let's face it, their favorite is in this match and there's a lot of history. But diehard fans who have appreciated Kyle's come up and his confidence cheer, and the cocky Underground champion grins at the split reaction.



Kyle Shane: That's right, I'm going to go in to the finals of The Icemann Invitational Tournament as the reigning, defending champion, at 138 days and I am going to become the Icemann 2017 winner, and I am going to claim a title shot of anything I want. Hell, I might just say that I'll use my title shot to name my own challenger as I continue to boost my profile and make this championship - MY World Title - mean something. Or I might have a rematch with Grimm, and take his championship, and become the first ever dual titleholder with two belts of equal importance. I mean, who in the hell is going to stop me? Alexandra Tamora, the Tardis girl? You, mister Last Chance?



Non Compos Mentis, standing by the ropes, grips them with annoyance and he motions for Kyle to stop talking and step in the ring.



Kyle Shane: But there's one more piece of business I got before I go on to prepare to take this tournament by storm.



Kyle's affable grin melts away, and he points down at one of the men still on the outside of the ring with an expression of the worst intensity as he growls into the mic.



Kyle Shane: HIROSHI YUKIO!!



The crowd explodes at this name being pronounced. Kyle has a look of grim determination that he's worn in all of his dealings with Hiroshi.



Kyle Shane: You and I have done this dance for the last few weeks of us going at it at ringside. And we've tried getting in each other's heads. We've come out for distractions in each other's matches. I've even tried to jump you a few times and got wasted when I tried hitting you head on. But what I settled on, was that I wanted a challenge, and big boy, they don't come with a higher bar than you. At least, that's what I thought. But then, the Icemann Tournament happened along, and I progressed all the way to the finals, and I saw a bigger challenge, than JUST you, Hiroshi. I saw a way for me to pull off the biggest bragging right in history. I am contractually scheduled, to defend this Underground Title once per show. And rather than put it up in the triple threat for the Icemann Tournament, I decided that at Living a Legacy IX, on the big damn stage, I was going to defend it against you.



Hiroshi, watching from a monitor on the other side of the arena, nods his head, telling Kyle to bring it.



Kyle Shane: So this is where it got interesting... I wanted the Icemann Tournament crown, but I wanted to deprive you of it... and I wanted to defend the title against you at your best and most fired up, so I decided on screwing you royally. So I screwed you out of a chance at getting to the finals last week, and kept you out of it. Now, your only chance at glory is facing me at Living a Legacy for My Underground title. I'm going to compete in two matches, two of the biggest matches of the night, and I'm going to pull them off. Something no one has done before.



He holds the belt up, taunting Hiroshi.



Kyle Shane: So when it comes to the finals, I'll be getting something you couldn't handle, something I purposely kept you out of the running for. Because I want you to focus all your attention on me. I want you to steamroll right at me, big man, I want you to try and run me down like a juggernaut, because I am going to overcome the biggest obstacle of my life for the first time on June 8th, when I BEAT YOU, and retain this title. And then, that same night, I'll go on to WIN THE 2017 ICEMANN INVITATIONAL TOURNAMENT. Three competitors, two matches, two prizes... I am coming away from this night with nothing, or I will walk away with it all, even if it kills me. That is my absolute word. Living a Legacy, June 8th... this is my... Endgame!!



Kyle drops the mic, and holds up the title, and everyone at ringside looks on.



Jerry Andrews: Kyle Shane is either the cockiest kid in the entire wrestling industry, or the biggest genius in the world.



Ace Anderson: Do you understand what he's put at stake, purposely, to give himself the biggest challenge? He has to go through two matches, including a title defense against a fired up, pissed off giant, and if he walks into that as Underground champion he will attempt to claim a second prize against two competitors that have fought all the way to the finals of TIIT?!



Jerry Andrews: Two ginormous challenges for the Underground King, two blockbuster matches.


Ace Anderson: Living a Legacy is going to be full of blockbuster matches and I can’t wait!


Jerry Andrews: Very true Ace. A lot of bad blood was made that will finally get to be settled when next we meet, so for Ace Anderson, I’m Jerry Andrews. Goodnight!

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